#stancest scavenger hunt

[lamb-leaf]

ANOTHER DUMP OF STUFF I DID FOR THE STANCEST SCAVENGER HUNT. this time all the multi panel ones. prompts in the captions :3c  the two fills that have been cut in half are labeled as part 1 and part 2 of their respective prompts.

((plz open the google one in a new tab to see in full res ford’s other tabs. i ruined my internet identity to make those))

#stancest scavenger hunt #stancest #long post #comic #lill lines

[wannabeagrunklefan]

Fic: Fire and Freedom

Pairing: Stancest Rating: PG-13 for language and some implied sexy times, I guess ^^; Author’s Notes: Circus AU! This was written for the Stancest Discord server’s  scavenger hunt. I just wanted to say a quick shout out to my very talented teammates for making this event so fun and for being so kind! You’re all brilliant and I was so inspired by your lovely writing and art! :D And a hearty thank you to my beta team @yehvaru and @reinstotheworld, who made this legible! I know you’re both really busy, so it really touched me that you made time to look over my story and give me some feedback and encouragement. You two are the absolute best and I adore you both to the moon and back! :D <3

The link to this fic on AO3 can be found here.

                “Little shit!”

                Carla sighed heavily, eyes rolled up to the ceiling as if seeking divine patience. “Stanley, don’t start-”

                “‘He’s cheating! He’s behind a curtain! ANYONE could have got him out! You think that’s a good trick?’” Her companion continued on with his tirade in a squeaky, off-key parody of what she assumed was meant to be a child, if the child in question sounded like a leaky bike tire.

                 A leaky bike tire with a serious chain smoking problem.

                “Seriously, kid?” He continued arguing with his imaginary, tiny antagonist, weaving haphazardly through the throng of performers backstage preparing for their acts to start. Carla heaved a frustrated breath as she attempted to keep up, neatly dodging some acrobats and coming dangerously close to Ms. Petunia’s prized, trained poodle, Rex, earning her a vicious glare from the older woman. “Anyone could have gotten me outta handcuffs and a locked tank of water in the middle of a giant, empty stage?? The entire point is that I escape on my own!”

                “To be fair, the tank’s not really sealed as tightly as it looks, though,” Carla couldn’t help but point out, trying to take the wind out of his sails before he made it clear across the Atlantic Ocean fueled on spite alone.

                It seemed to work slightly, as far as distractions went, as Stanley’s steps did slow somewhat. “I know that, and you know that, but that’s not the point,” he growled, punctuating the end of his sentence with a few vicious stabs in the air with a pointer finger. “My job is to create an illusion that inspires ‘wonder’ and ‘the inner child’, and that real child is being a real asshole!”

                “Yeah, I see what you mean,” Carla replied dryly. “What child wouldn’t experience a sense of wonder watching a happy-go-lucky guy like you answer their innocent question with a ‘Bite me, kid!’?”

                Her companion narrowed his eyes in a mockingly fierce glare and put indignant hands on his hips as his body relaxed into a more playful posture. Bull-headed as Stan was, at least he could concede the point when he was being ridiculous. In his own, silent way, of course. “Yanno what? You can bite me too, Carla.”

                “Been there, done that, sugar,” she replied, patting him lightly on the shoulder as he grinned. She wrinkled her nose for effect as she added, “never again.”

                He burst into laughter, resting a hand over his heart. “You break my heart, McCorkle! Just like you did that night when you left me fer some clown!”

                She immediately shoved him in frustration, forcing more laughter out of him. “NO! It wasn’t funny the first fifty-thousand times you made that joke, and it isn’t funny now! Ugh, I can’t deal with you when you’re like this. Where’s your brother? Why isn’t he suffering you like the rest of us? FORD!” She yelled at a nearby camper, their original destination (Stanley’s destination was always Stanford), and relished the violent tremor that ran through it as she had no doubt startled Ford out of a deep focus.

                One chair scrape and several heavy, booted steps later, and the door to the RV swung open, revealing Ford’s perplexed face and emitting a faint scent of chemicals. He quirked a brow in Carla’s direction. “You bellowed?”

                She frowned at his word choice and crossed her arms defiantly, pointedly ignoring the sniggering coming from the manchild behind her. “You’re a fire tamer, right?”

                His brows scrunched together in a mild frown as he thought the question over. “I suppose you could call it that. But I prefer to say I work with fire-”

                “Deal with this,” she interrupted, grabbing a handful of Stan’s sleeve and dragging him over to his brother. “There was a rowdy kid and now he’s all riled up, and if you don’t take him now I’ll throw a knife at him and I can’t guarantee I’ll miss.”

                Stanford rolled his eyes as he stepped back to allow Stanley entry. “I’ll deal with it, but I can’t promise it’ll stay dealt with,” he countered, leaping back as Stanley laid a comically exaggerated and loud kiss to his cheek. “AGH! Stanley, what the hell?” he yelped, rubbing a hand up and down his cheek, face flushed and lips twisted into a grimace when his hand passed over saliva.

                “Thanks, bro,” Stanley said as he made his way cheerfully into their shared space. “I feel so loved!”

                Ford turned back to Carla, his expression deadpan. “Run, while you still can.”

                She laughed and punched him playfully on the shoulder. “Thanks. I owe you one.”

                “Oh, and Carla?” Stanley popped up over Ford’s shoulder, and that’s when Carla realized she had to leave now.

                “Gotta go, Stan! Talk to you later, ok?” she called over her shoulder as she swiftly turned around and began making her escape.

                “Oh! Ok. Could you just thank Thistle for me when you see ‘im?”

                …Damn him and damn her curiosity straight to hell. She turned around with what she hoped was an effective warning look. “Thank him for what?”

               Stan quickly held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Whoa! Hey! No need fer that! I just genuinely wanted to thank him for helpin’ me put away all my props ‘n stuff yesterday.”

               Carla could feel her shoulders returning to their more relaxed positions. That was actually… “…Thanks, Stan. I’ll tell him you said that.”

               He smiled. “No problem, Carla. I just wanted to make sure he knew I appreciated his kind jester.”

               There’s no way of knowing for sure, but it was generally accepted by everyone at the circus that day that the ensuing, aggrieved shriek could be heard the next city over.

               “We’re going to need hearing aids soon if you keep winding her up like that.”

               Stanley grinned mischievously from his place against the wall as he watched his twin fiddle around with his latest fuel-concoction. “That was a good one, wasn’t it? Even better than I hoped for!”

               Ford shook his head in exasperation as he continued with his work. “I honestly don’t know what you hope to achieve by bothering that poor girl. Didn’t she suffer enough as your girlfriend?”

              Stan barked out a laugh and pushed off the wall, coming over to Ford to wrap a hand around one shoulder as he leaned over the other to observe his twin’s progress. “Yanno, I’d clock you a good one fer that remark if it wasn’t dripping with jealousy.” He glanced to the side to look for Ford’s reaction and – there! A quick spasm of fingers around the beaker he was holding, a slight quiver of a pipette in a suddenly unsteady hand and a jaunty bounce of an Adam’s apple were all Stan’s to cherish; small pieces of evidence of his twin’s affection that he could collect like an emotional magpie, decorating his life with pieces of love and hoarding the warmth they brought him.

              “Who’s jealous?” Ford asked, in the most chalant-nonchalant sort of way. Stanley hoped he wasn’t sincerely trying to sound unaffected, because that would mean his brother was the worst liar in history and bullshit was basically their trade, so…not a good combination. “I just meant that perhaps you should…ease up a little. No person should be screaming that much, that regularly.”

               “No?” Stan asked casually, plucking the beaker and pipette out of Ford’s hands and setting them down safely out of harm’s way, as Ford avidly stared at the side of his head. “You couldn’t see any advantages to screaming loudly on a regular basis?” He continued his line of questioning, pulling out the chair Ford is sitting in and sitting down in the newly created space of his twin’s lap. He looped his arms around Ford’s neck, grinning in triumph as he felt strong hands grip his hips, some stray fingers slipping under his shirt and coming to a stop to lightly caress the skin underneath. He licked his lips as he gazed into brilliant, warm brown eyes, so much more vibrant and arresting than his own. “No fringe benefits, at all?”

               He watched Ford’s eyes shift from side to side - searching for something, it looked like. The inner workings of Ford’s mind often eluded him. Whatever it was, he must’ve found it, because the firm, stiff line of his mouth softened and melted into a charmingly lazy grin and the feather-light caresses began to move downward with intent. “Well, Carla was certainly right about one thing. You are riled up, aren’t you?”

               Stan grinned devilishly, bringing one hand up to run through Ford’s curly locks, pausing every so often to deliver light, teasing scratches to his scalp. “You bet. She seemed to think that you should deal with me.” Here he grabbed a mass of hair, pulling Ford’s head back. Ford went willingly, offering his throat in its entirety to his brother. “What do you think about that?”

               “I’m not sure,” Ford admitted, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ve never really done well trying to force fire to bend to my will, as I’m sure you remember.” Stan responded with a non-committal hum and a light caress to a pale, pink patch of skin on his brother’s throat. “As I mentioned earlier, my best work seems to come when I treat the fire with respect. Like a partner.” He flicked his eyes down in an attempt to meet Stan’s despite the awkward angle.

               Stan considered him briefly, laid out and submissive beneath him, before throwing aside the façade and finally giving into temptation, bending forward to kiss, lick and suck at every inch of skin he could reach. His twin came alive immediately, hands coming up and grasping at Stan’s shoulders for purchase as he gasped and moaned his pleasure, completely losing himself in the moment.

               It was times like these, here in this narrow world where he and Ford were the only things in existence, that Stanley felt like everything slotted into place. Where he could slowly, carefully free his brother from all the invisible trappings of the world outside and celebrate his freedom, celebrate Ford. It was always his most thrilling escape, and when he succeeded it brought him more pride and joy than hundreds of locked tank performances could ever touch.

               Every soft gasp was like the rattle of a loosening chain, every moan the click of a lock springing open under his hands. Every desperate plea was like the awed gasps of an enthralled crowd and every call of his name the thunderous applause of a phantom audience. With Ford he reached new heights and it was with Ford that he achieved some of his greatest accomplishments.

               When they were together, he received some of Ford’s magic too. Every light caress trailed fire along his nerve-endings, and every kiss seared into him like a brand. Ford’s intense gaze lit a fire in his gut and his fierce embrace was scalding enough to melt away the outside fears and anxieties that plagued him while leaving his heart and soul feeling blissfully warm.

              Together they were two fires that burned brightly, twining and melting into one another to become an intimidating force of nature. Together, they broke locks and rent chains asunder, lifting each other to previously unattainable heights where they could soar in their freedom.

              Together, the future was bright.

              Together, they made the impossible possible.

#stancest #stancest scavenger hunt #my writing #ugh this is kind of a mess lol #but i enjoyed writing this anyway #aus are so fun to mess around with ^^

[nightfoliage]

Stancest Scavenger Hunt: Beach gear & Sandcastles

#nightfoliage #stancest #stancest scavenger hunt #lol almost forgot i filled a lot of the prompts with some bad photoshop #maybe ill post my shitty drawings later #nightfoliageart #? #i dont think i have an art tag #cuz i usually only write

[lamb-leaf]

IGNORE HTE THUMBNAIL ITS JUST TO AVOID SPOILERS. another video i did for the stancest scavenger hunt. for the prompt acid trip

SO LIKE. WARNING FOR POSSIBLE EYE STRAIN. 

#stancest #stancest scavenger hunt #brief drug mention #i have no idea how else to tag that #video #lill lines

[nightfoliage]

Stancest Scavenger Hunt:

Prompt: Skittle or M&M portrait of Stan and/or Ford - This was a pain because it was so hot and the M&Ms started melting in the heat. I had to use chopsticks to place each one. (Ford on the left, Stan on the right.)

Prompt: 80s anime Stancest - I don’t have a strong opinion on who’s older, I just thought the words suited them. 

Prompt: Redraw your favorite Stancest piece in your own style! - Based on this post

Prompt: Maid outfits. :3c - Oh boy, no comment

#nightfoliageart #nightfoliage #tw incest #here it is guys #in all its dumb glory #some of the things i made in order to get points for the scavenger hunt #it was for the points... #stancest #stancest scavenger hunt

[nightfoliage]

Fic - Getting Schwifty

Prompt: Get Shwifty!

Pairing: Stanford Pines/Stanley Pines - Stancest

Characters: Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)

Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, AU where both Stans fall through the portal, paranoia, established relationship

Author’s Note: Written for the 2017 Stancest Scavenger Hunt~ This is one of the ways these three could meet.

Word Count: ~850

Date Published: 10/25/2017

Read here on ao3 or below:

The dance club is crowded tonight; throngs of creatures and people are pressed together, moving to the deafening music and flashing lights. The VIP lounge has much more breathing room, the music more controlled, and the lights muted and intimate. The beings here are much more dangerous than the ones dancing outside and they all have a good reason for being able to enter the lounge.

Ford enters the room with unease, his eyes are darting in every direction, looking for exit points and threats. He doesn’t like what he sees and he tightens the hand that’s resting on his weapon.

Stan enters the room relaxed and slowly takes in the room. He makes eye contact with quite a few of the patrons, winking, nodding, or gesturing to show his interest. A good portion of them show interest back, while the other portion exchange whispers.

Stan chuckles, surprised at the attention. He’s figured out ages ago that he’s not considered an attractive series in the multiverse, but this isn’t like the usual places they frequent.

Maybe after their business is done Stan can stay and indulge in some pleasure. After all, it's not very often that he can make Ford jealous.

Although they are meeting one of the rare cases right now…

Stan watches as Ford makes a beeline to the bar and their target. He’s behind the man in seconds.

“Rick,” Ford says.

At first, the blue haired man doesn't react. He simply takes a slow sip of his drink, and cocks his hip out in their direction. Ford tries not to sigh, tries not to let it get to him, although he's pretty sure his eye is twitching.

Another moment passes, and even with Stan’s leisurely pace, Stan is now standing next to Ford, also waiting. Stan places a gentle hand at Ford’s elbow, his brother is looking a little more trigger happy than normal. Some of the tension leaks out of Ford and they patiently wait for this Rick to talk to them.

Finally, Rick deems them important enough to acknowledge. He looks at them over his shoulder with a smirk before turning to face them. Each move is casual and arrogant. And he’s wearing that stupid nipple revealing shirt that Ford absolutely hates and that Stan thinks is hilarious.

Rick lips his lips, “Well, haven’t seen you boys around here for awhile.”

“Cut the crap, Sanchez,” Ford bites out, his patience is already at it’s limit. Stan slides his hand from Ford’s elbow to his shoulder. His twin barely leans into the touch, but Rick notices anyways.

“Sure-hur-hur. I'm always up to talking to you boys” Rick says, nonchalant. “But there are a lot of eyes on us. Hey Stan, why don’t ya, I dunno, go entertain the masses, while Fordsy and I talk business?”

Ford takes a look and indeed, a good portion of the lounge has directed their attention towards the three of them. Stan gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, then saunters off to the stage in the front of the room. Many of the patrons follow Stan’s movements and Ford can tell his brother is putting on a rakish smile that is sure to catch others’ attention.

Rick slinks away to a booth in the corner and Ford follows him.

When they sit, neither of them speak. Instead, they watch as Stan prepares a song on stage. A familiar and simple beat fills the lounge.

“Oh yeeeeeah,

  You gotta get schwifty~

  You gotta get schwifty in here~”

However, unlike the original, Stan makes sure that every note is sultry and low. He makes sure to roll his hips obscenely with the beat and catches the eye of every being in the establishment.

When he directs his gaze towards Ford and Rick, he makes sure to wink at them. Some of the patrons swoon. Ford smiles fondly, but glares when he sees Rick blow a kiss back at his brother.

The creatures in the room start swaying and dancing. Stan keeps singing even when the song is supposed to end and starts making up more lyrics, each more suggestive then the next. No one is paying attention to the humans in the corner booth anymore.

“Oh man, that Stan,” Rick says, looking him up and down. After making sure he’s let his eyes linger over Stan too long, Rick looks back to Ford who’s glaring at him. “Have you been enjoying him like I will tonight?”

Then Ford does something Rick isn't expecting at all: he snorts.

“Maybe I would take that personally,  Rick  , if I didn't know this is the first time you've met us. In fact, isn't this the first time you've met a Stan or a Ford?”

Rick arrogant veneer wavers. The man takes a careful sip of his drink, his eyes now calculating.

“How could you, how could you tell?” Rick asks. He's less arrogant and much more hesitant now.

“That's my secret,” Ford says with a smirk. In reality it's Stan’s secret, but this Rick doesn't need to know that.

Rick nods. “So, uh- what- what did you guys need from me then?”

Ford leans in, “Tell me, Rick, have you heard of the name of ‘Bill Cypher?’”

#stancest #tw incest #stancest scavenger hunt #nightfoliage #nightfoliagefic #a short one this time

[lamb-leaf]

the most important thing i made for the stancest scavenger hunt. for the prompt: overused meme

#stancest #stancest scavenger hunt #video #lill lines

[nightfoliage]

Stancest Scavenger Hunt: Photoshop Edition

Prompt:  Roller skating! - The body’s not hairy enough, but I think I chose a good base for Stan. 

Prompt:  Circus performer au - I forgot who posted it... but I remember choosing the image of those two performers who were twins. 

Prompt:  Stancest clown au. - I thought about sad velvet clowns when making this. 

Prompt:  Magical Girl au - As soon as I saw the prompt, I had to go with a panty shot for these two. 

In addition to this post I did, here are some of the other prompts I filled. 

#nightfoliage #nightfoliageart #oh boyo #thought id share the rest #with this i've posted all the nonfic prompts i filled #im going to go back to fic writing #tw incest #stancest #stancest scavenger hunt

[wannabeagrunklefan]

A really fun series of Stancest ficlets that I wrote with the always lovely and talented @nightfoliage! :D  After our last fic, we wanted to write something cute and short. So we found a prompt on an old list from the 2017 Stancest Scavenger Hunt and went to town! We hope y’all enjoy! :D

#nightfoliage #ao3 fic #stancest scavenger hunt 2017 #stancest #my writing

[nightfoliage]

Fic - Renovations

Series: Gravity Falls

Pairing: Stancest - Stanford Pines/Stanley Pines

Prompt: Abuelita installs a stripper pole.

Summary: After almost a year on the sea, Stan and Ford make their way back to the Mystery Shack. They’re looking forward to seeing Dipper and Mabel, and Gravity Falls. However, they weren’t expecting all these changes...

Tags and Warnings: Stancest, Incest, Twincest, Pines family, Gravity Falls as family, new people working in the Shack, mentions of sex (fade to black), and a grandmother that wants great-grandchildren.

Author’s Note: Written for the 2017 Stancest Scavenger Hunt! I finally got to looking over this fic. I had actually submitted this fic when it was only about 2100 words. There were a lot of things that had to be cut if I wanted to finish this prompt quickly. Now, after editing, it’s almost double that length. I think out of all the fics that I submitted for the scavenger hunt this may be my favorite.

Word Count: ~4900

Date Published: January 22, 2018

Read below or on ao3:

“Ta-da!”

Soos poses in his Mr.Mystery outfit in front of the Mystery Shack. He smiles brightly and gestures towards his home.

However, Stan isn't paying a lick of attention to Soos. All he can do is look in horror at the monstrosity in front of him.

“What the hell is this?” Stan says, still staring. Where once was a clear area for some of his more popular attractions, now homes dozens of small partitions. He doesn’t even know where to look. All he knows is that he smells and hears live animals, things he never wanted to keep permanently at the Shack. (Waddles and Gompers didn’t count.)

Soos chuckles, not at all perturbed by Stan’s reaction. “It's the Weird Petting Zoo. It's one of the new attractions I came up with. I'll show you.”

“Hrmph,” Stan crosses his arms and scowls at the change and Ford tries not to snigger at the sight. See how Stan likes it: coming back to massive changes to his home. At least Stan is coming back to the Mystery Shack. Ford came back to see his den of science turned into a hokey tourist trap.

Stan continues to grumble, but doesn't say anything else to deter Soos. Soos takes that as the okay to start a tour.  Stan and Ford follow Soos to the first couple of pens.  Both tourists and townspeople alike are cooing over the animals.

“Here we have, Pigasus! He’s a very rare, winged pig. We can only keep him here because we feed it his favorite food,” Soos gestures to the pen.

“Isn’t that Waddles with wings and a horn glued to him?” Stan says.

“Yup. He likes napping in the sun and he doesn’t mind when kids pet him,” Soos agrees. He reaches into the pen and gives Waddles a good ear rub. Waddles wriggles in delight, but doesn’t dislodge his costume.

Ford whistles when he sees how much the feed costs. “You’re charging ten dollars for a handful of crackers?”

“Yup. Waddles- I mean, Pigasus can eat like seven of those in a minute.” Soos says.

Stan can’t help but crack a smile at that.

Waddles looks at them with big eyes and oinks. Even at over two hundred pounds, the pig is still disgustingly adorable. When Soos’ back is turned, Stan gives the pig a quick pat on the head. Ford almost laughs, but manages to hold it in. He too gives Waddles an affectionate pat.

Stan gestures for Soos to continue. They walk over to the next pen, walled this time, but no ceiling and Soos fakes a gasp. “Oh my. It looks like we have a sheepish customer,” he says, pointing inside.

Stan and Ford gather around at the entrance so they can see what’s there. 

Ford snorts at the sight.

“Isn’t that Gompers dressed up in Mystery Shack merchandise?” Stan says.

Soos laughs. “Yup!”

“The walls painted like the gift shop are a nice touch,” Ford says.

“Tons of people love buying a shirt and taking a picture with Gompers, which we totally charge for,” Soos says. “Tambry did a great job.”

Stan chuckles. “Tourists. You gotta love those moneybags.”

Soos smiles brightly, seeing Stan finally crack a smile. Stan looks much more amicable after seeing the first few exhibits. He starts looking around with a more open mind.

Another exhibit catches Stan’s eye and he walks over to it. “Oh hey, look at these little guys. How did you get them here?”

There’s an exhibit with a beaver and a duck that reminds Ford all too much of the main character of the duck show that Stan and the kids enjoy. The beaver has a fake dam setup in it’s pen and the duck has a nice forest and grassy area. In between them is a mystery sign and a platypus. The platypus has a combination of the two pens.

The platypus is cute. He didn’t think platypuses were native to the area. Ford takes a second look at the platypus, but it continues to swim around merrily, oblivious to his attention.

“Oh, I had some outside help. But they started coming here because we feed them. And only the ones that like to be pet, stay. Sometimes they come, and sometimes they don’t.” Soos waves at the duck who quacks.

They continue to tour the zoo and each attraction is as kitchy as the rest. Every attraction makes Stan’s eyes roll, but he also smiles wider and wider with each one. Ford decides to laugh and enjoy them with him. He’s actually a bit sad he didn’t get to enjoy the Mystery Shack when Stan was Mr.Mystery. Then again, he’s got the feeling that Soos has learned well from his brother.

They get greeted by many of the townsfolk who are also enjoying the zoo.

“Pretty popular, huh?” Stan says

“Yeah, the townsfolk love the animals.” Soos gestures. Then he whispers, “They don't buy into it as much as the tourists do.”

Stan slaps the boy on the back. “Always wanna do good by the folks you live with,” Stan agrees.

Soos looks delighted.

Ford tries not to snort.

Manly Dan passes them, holding lumber and some crackers and Stan looks curiously at him.

Soos chuckles, “Although, some of them give us free stuff for the shack to use.”

Stan whistles when he realizes that the other townsfolk must have helped with the zoo. “You’re a natural Soos.”

Soos suddenly flushes red and starts to laugh. He can’t get any words out and they wait for him to calm down. He doesn’t calm down, but manages to start walking towards another area of the Mystery Shack.

There’s a small fountain installed and Stan and Ford give it a look over, while Soos finally manages to get a hold of himself. It has a question mark motif and there’s an odd creature installed in the middle.

“The Mystery Fountain,” Soos squeaks. Then he gains a little more confidence and uses his Mr.Mystery voice, “Find out what happens when you throw in a coin and don’t forget to make a wish!”

“Sure, why not,” Stan says to Ford’s surprise. Stan tosses in a penny and it disappears when it hits the bottom. “Hey! That’s a neat trick. Sure prevents people from getting their change back.”

“Right? I learned that one from you,” Soos admits.

Stan laughs, “You sure did.”

Stan and Soos move on, but Ford looks at the fountain a little more carefully. He stares at the design before catching up.

They move onto an arcade and coin area and Ford spots a very familiar pinball game. However, his attention is pulled away when Stan tugs him over to a particular machine.

“Oh hey, Goldie is here. And he has an honorary space.” Then Stan looks slyly at Ford. “Hey, Ford, wanna kiss your husband?”

Ford playfully pushes Stan towards Goldie, “Why don’t you kiss him, if you love him so much.”

Stan gives him a shit eating grin and plants a loud smooch on the statue’s forehead.

“Yup, he’s the mascot of this area. We made it so that you can’t put coins in him anymore,” Soos says.

“Heh,” Stan gives Goldie an affectionate rub. “I'll try out another one then.”

Ford almost cringes when he sees the machine that Stan picks. It looks like a badly made jackalope and one of it’s eyes is visibly drooping. The coin makes it wiggle, dishearteningly. Most of the other machines here look like they would do the same. Ford isn’t very impressed. He gets that Soos is trying to imitate Stan, but he wonders about the boy. And how did people fall for this?

Stan, however, looks at the jackalope carefully. He squints and starts walking around the machine. “How did you get it to do that? I stole Goldie, I didn’t have to make him. This jackalope isn’t attached to anything.”

Ford looks curiously at the jackalope. Now that he looks at it, the creature doesn’t look like a contraption like Goldie is. It looks like one of the unmoving attractions that fill the Mystery Shack.

“Well,” Soos takes a look around. Then whispers, “Since the coast is clear, why don’t we take a look.”

Stan and Ford share a look.

Soos knocks on the front of the machine. There’s an answering knock, and Soos goes to open up the front. Inside is a tray for the coins and several… gnomes?

“Shmebulock.”

Most of the gnome is clearly in the jackalope, while the rest of his body is dangling from the ceiling of the box. He doesn’t seem very concerned about his situation. Another gnome seems to reflexively hiss at them, before stopping and waving.

Stan whistles and Ford gasps.

Soos takes a few cookies out of his pocket and gives it to the gnomes. They take them gratefully. Then they close the box.

“They like to be paid in cookies and sometimes butterflies,” Soos says nonchalantly as if he didn’t just admit to hiring gnomes to work in the Mystery Shack. But now that Stan and Ford look around…

Stan takes a look around and realizes that there are some legit weird things, possibly weirder than his run at the Mystery Shack. Gnomes in the machines, a Manotaur as a statue, some of the decorations looking rather real…

Ford looks around and sees that some of the exhibits are real. These aren’t just useless attractions, there are some dangerous anomalies here. The fountain, the plaidypus, the gnomes, who knew what else was actually real. The whole place was a death trap.

“Soos.” Stan says deadly serious. “You are a genius!”

Soos lights up, then shakes his head, “Oh, it wasn’t me. The townspeople wanted to know more about Gravity Falls. And you know, these dudes wanted to find out how they could get human stuff. We get along now,” He says with a shrug.

Stan shakes his head. “That's how things are now, huh. After all that hiding its like this.”

Ford tries not throw up in his mouth. The first time he came back to Gravity Falls, so many things had changed. And now he comes back to this change: that things aren’t so mysterious anymore. He doesn’t know how to react.

“Okay, tell me what else is different. I mean we’re on a boat, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use any of these new ideas,” Stan says a little too gleefully. Ford gratefully turns his attention to Stan. He’ll have to pay attention and make sure that his brother isn’t trying to bring any schemes onto the ship.

Then Stan sniffs into the air. “Hey, what’s that smell?”

“Oh! That’s right! We sell food at the Shack now. It’s just hot dogs and hamburgers, but bosses get to eat free.” Soos leads them over to the grill.

Stan pauses when they get close enough to see who’s manning the grill. “Robbie?”

Robbie looks up and gives Soos a high five. “Eyyy, Mr.Mystery! I’ll prep the usual?”

“Yup, and for my friends if you will,” Soos says pointing at the Stans.

Robbie looks over and grins at Stan. “Hey, Mr.Pines!”

Now that they’re closer, they notice Tambry, who’s sitting casually with her phone. She actually looks up at and offers a small smile to Soos, before going back to her cell.

“Uh, hey, Robbie,” Stan says.

“So what will you have?” Robbie asks.

Stan looks over at the menu, but barely glances at it before looking back at Robbie. Ford places a hand on Stan’s shoulder. He’ll choose something for them to eat, so Stan can interact with the young man.

Ford almost whistles at the prices.

“The Works for both of us, young man,” Ford says.

“You got it,” and Robbie goes to fill those orders.

While he does so, Stan sidles up to him. “So, working at the Shack? How’s that?”

Robbie continues to work with a smile and he doesn’t look at Stan when he answers, “Oh it’s great. I thought I was going to have to dig graves for the family business this summer, but then Soos offered me a job.”

“You’re a great addition, Robbie. And Tambry of course,” Soos adds cheerfully.

Robbie beams while he cooks and Tambry gives a thumbs up without looking up from her phone.

“Oh yeah, we wouldn’t be able to have half of the zoo if it wasn’t for Tambry,” Robbie brags.

Tambry shrugs, but her cheeks redden. “It’s no big deal,” she says.

Stan gives her what he thinks is a charming smile. Good thing the young woman isn’t looking at him. “Well, then you’re a great addition Tambry, we’re glad to have you,”

Tambry buries her face in her phone and Robbie shoots Stan a smile.  

“Order up,” Robbie says a moment later. He places a burger and two hot dogs in front of them. Then grabs a stamp from the grill to quickly press a question mark onto the buns in front of them. “So I have a a Mr.Mystery special and two The Works.”

Soos thanks the two teens and the three of them make their way to a private picnic table. There’s a sign labeling it for “Employees Only.”

When they sit down, Stan gruffly says, “So Robbie, huh?”

Soos shrugs. “He needed a place to work. And after training with Melody, he can man the grill and a cash box just fine.”

“And Tambry?”

“They’re dating, so she came over a lot. But then she started volunteering some ideas and her art skills for the attractions.”

Stan’s expression is a little less mutinous when he hears about the two dating. Stan nods and takes a bite out of his hot dog. “Good idea with the food. The price to cost value is good. How are the locals taking it?”

“Good actually! None of them buy the food here, they bring their own. And I actually have a thing set up where they can sell their food and products here in the Shack. You can buy Lazy Susan’s pies, and Manly Dan’s Jerky, Manotaur epic trail mix-“

“Wait what?” Ford says. He pauses mid bite, condiments dripping out of his hot dog and onto his plate.

“Oh yeah, everybody has something to offer. Most of them get that they can’t steal anymore, but they have to get the money from somewhere,” Soos says.

“But introducing capitalizing and economy to an ecosystem!” Ford cries. “They’re- They’re anomalies! Not- door to door salesman!” Ford continues to sputter.

Soos waits patiently for him to finish and continues to eat his burger.

“Ouch, door to door salesman. That’s an insult to you?” Stan laughs.

Ford unsuccessfully apologizes to Stan about the salesman comment and continues to rant about how these were majestic creatures, blah blah, that having humans interfere was, something something, and the integrity of it all- high handed (heh) metaphor-

“Psst.”

Someone whispers in Stans ear, but before he can look up, he gets yanked out of his seat. Ford doesn’t even notice, he’s too into his tirade, while Soos offers a small wave.

He’s quickly pulled to the side of the Shack.

“Before you try anything, I know a nerd and I ain’t afraid to use him,” Stan says when they finally stop.

A familiar voice laughs at him. “Good to know, Stan.”

Stan lights up and takes a good look at his captor. “Wendy! You look- Uh, different.”

Wendy laughs again, but he can’t blame her for that one. She does look different: more muscular and her hair is very short. She’s also wearing her hat again. Right, the kids have already arrived in Gravity Falls. She must have exchanged hats with Dipper.

“Yeah, I’ve started to help my dad with the logging business. You know, on the days that I don’t work at the Shack. I work some hours during the school year now.” The words are accompanied by a casual flex of her arm, and Stan swears that her biceps have doubled in size. Belgian waffles, has she changed.

Then he realizes that she’s working at the logging company. “Kid-” Stan doesn’t know how to ask his question delicately and he plows ahead, “-Wendy, I thought when you’re working with the Shack you didn't have to go with the logging group.”

Wendy shrugs, which is so like her that Stan doesn’t know how to continue.

“Wellll,” she leans against the Shack. “I talked to my dad, and you know, we talked. He’s stopped treating me like one of my brothers and he’s stopped treating me like my mom,” she says, playing with her short hair.

Oh.

“Oh,” he says aloud. That’s heavier then he’s expecting, not exactly like their usual interactions.

“I’m just trying to be me,” Wendy says with another shrug and an almost shy smile.

Stan returns the smile. He places a hand on her shoulder. “It suits you, Wendy.”

Wendy gives him a more confident smile and comes in for a hug, which he quickly returns. She’s even a bit taller and she feels strong, which she demonstrates by lifting him up, easily.

“Woah-ho! Easy there, I’m getting old now,” Stan says when she finally puts him down.

“Psh, you were always old Stan,” Wendy says, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.

“Is that why you dragged me here? To show off how young and cool you are? Heh.”

“Nah, I just wanted to get a chance to talk to you without your other half. Didn’t want to surprise your old man heart.” Before Stan can ask what she means about ‘the other half’ comment, Wendy slings an arm over his shoulder and leads him back to the table. “C’mon, we can get back to them now.”

When they get back, Ford is still raving about the state of Gravity Falls.

“Now Mr.Pines, I understand that you were trying to preserve the natural order of the anomalies, but humans and Gravity Falls have always been interacting. Why can’t we integrate now that we acknowledge- oh hey Mr.Pines! Hey Wendy!” Soos gives them a wave.

Ford blinks, finally realizing that Stan wasn’t sitting next to him. Stan takes his seat next to Ford, while Wendy sits next to Soos.

“So did this guy talk your ear off?” Stan says, pointing at Ford.

“Nah, it’s cool. We were discussing the changes now that the eye society doesn’t exist,” Soos explains.

“Ugh, glad those guys are gone,” Wendy says.

Ford crosses his arms. “I still can’t believe Fiddleford developed a secret society without me.”

Stan rolls his eyes. “Why don’t you kids tell us more about what’s changed?”

Soos enthusiastically talks about some of the changes around town with Wendy chipping in. With Stan there he can curb some of Ford’s more enthusiastic responses. When they’re done eating, they continue looking at the various additions to the Mystery Shack. Each exhibit is atrocious and expensive, just like how the Shack should be.

When they walk through the gift shop Stan and Ford get introduced to Melody, who’s working the register. Stan elbows Soos and gives him a grin, while Ford makes an impressed noise. Wendy leads the old men out of the shop. However, they catch Soos squeezing Melody’s hand and promising he’ll switch with her soon.

By the end of the day, Stan is clapping Soos on the back telling him that he’s left the job to the right guy. Soos almost starts crying, and Ford has to rescue his brother from a crushing hug.

-000-

Later, Ford and Stan find themselves alone in the Mystery Shack.

Soos and Melody are over at Abuelita’s having dinner. Dipper, Mabel, and Wendy are having a party with some of the other townsfolk. Stan and Ford are actually grateful to spend their first night in Gravity Falls without the kids. Now they can take in the changes without the kids seeing their reactions.

Stan and Ford use the opportunity to go over the Mystery Shack. It certainly looks different: a bit cleaner, with newer technology, and quite a lot of the decor has been rearranged. The basement seems to be the only room to remain unchanged. Stan does a double take in quite a few of the rooms.

When Stan finally realizes that the couch has been swapped for a newer one, Ford finally mentions a thought he had this morning.

“You know,” Ford begins, “I almost thought you’d be angry at Soos for changing things.”

Stan pokes at the new couch and grumbles. “Yeah, maybe a little, but the kid’s done good work with the place. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, it’s why I left the Shack to him.”

It’s a pretty weighty confession coming from Stan. They’ve been more regular after last summer, but it still surprises Ford on occasion. The words make Ford taste an old bitterness. It’s on the tip of his tongue to bring up the old argument: about Stan building such an amazing home and family in his house and his name.

He lets the moment pass. After all, Stan is his now. They share everything, family and home included.

With that, Ford pulls Stan away from the couch to look at the other rooms.

Still, they’ve learned that it’s better to get things off their chest early instead of too late. “After I had come out of the portal, I was so angry when I saw what you had done with the house,” Ford admits. “And it was strange seeing other people in what I had thought was my space. For example, when I found out that this room had turned into Soos’ break room-”

Ford stops at the entrance. He stares, then looks up.

Nestled in the middle of the room is a shiny silver firefighter pole. He walks into the room and confirms that part of the ceiling is cut out (Soos sized), and a person could presumably slide down to this room from the upper floors.

Ford has to swallow at the sheer absurdity of the addition to the house, but has to admit that in a way, it suits the new Mystery Shack perfectly.

“Why would Soos install a stripper pole in the break room?” Stan wonders aloud when he walks inside.

Ford jolts, “Stripper- Can’t you see it’s a firefighter’s pole? There’s a hole in the ceiling, Stanley.”

“There is a hole in the ceiling,” Stan agrees. “That doesn’t mean it can’t be both. Not a bad idea having one of these babies in the Shack.”

Ford gapes, wondering how Stan can even associate a stripper pole with a boy that’s practically his son.

Stan laughs shamelessly, wraps his hand around the pole, and does an experimental swing. “Nice, It even spins. Definitely both, Stanford.”

“What does that have to do with anything? That isn’t even relevant to our current conversation,” Ford manages to sputter out, even as he stares at Stan’s hands wrapped around the silver metal. The man is handling the contraption like he’s had experience, and doesn’t that thought make Ford’s heart pound.

Stan notices the attention and smiles slyly at Ford.

“I dunno, Sixer. Is a stripper pole-” Stan smoothly wraps a leg around the item in question, “-relevant to our current conversation?”

“Uh…”

“It can be, if you admit that I’m right and you’re wrong,” Stan says with a grin. He does a slow spin and rubs himself indecently against the pole.

Ford swallows.

Ford runs to the door, locks it, pulls a chair up, and sits down primly. All his attention is focused on Stan. Stan looks back with a grin, rubbing his hands against the metal.

“I’m rarely wrong-” Ford starts, and Stan looks taken aback, but Ford continues, “But- I will admit that my mind is open to other opinions. Perhaps, you could convince me that I’m wrong.”

Stan grins wolfishly.

“Then get ready for the debate of your life, Sixer.”

-000-

It's the creaking that wakes Ford up.

What an unusual sound. He's already gotten used to the sound of the waves hitting the hull of the ship. It shouldn’t wake him up. Stan’s still snoring away at his side, but he’s long gotten used to that. The only logical conclusion is someone walking about the ship, but if Stan’s next to him who could be walking around-

Ford opens his eyes and sits up.

With growing horror, Ford realizes that there are people outside the room. He accesses his surroundings and sees that the sun has already risen and that it must be well into the day.

Is that Soos and Melody about to open up the Mystery Shack? Is it possibly Dipper and Mabel come to find their Grunkles? Is it Wendy and her friends hanging out in the Shack?

Or- Ford shudders at the thought- Soos has already opened the Mystery Shack and there are tourists walking about while Stan and Ford are NAKED!

He flies off the floor and immediately shoves himself into his pants. He searches frantically before finding his briefs and blushes when he smells them. Then he sniffs himself. Goodness, does he reek.

A loud snore fills the room.

Ford whips his head around to look at Stan.

Normally, the sight would fill him with happiness and contentment, and he would take time to admire the love marks on Stan, but right now all Ford can see is the fact that Stan is completely naked, with only a beanie to cover up his crotch.

“Stanley,” Ford whispers. He starts to gently shake his twin awake. “Wake up.”

Stan snorts awake, “Wha- what is it?”

“Get dressed,” Ford practically throws an outfit at Stan's face.

Stan slowly pulls a shirt over his head and puts on his boxers. “What's this about?” He asks, eyeing how Ford is frantically trying to clean the pole.

“It's already midday!” Ford wails. “And I do not want Dipper and Mabel or Soos or Melody or Wendy or- or anyone walking in and seeing what we did here!”

“Oh, oh!” Stan jumps up too. “Okay, nothing a little bit of elbow grease can't fix.”

But then he really looks: looks at the pole, at the rug, and at the furniture.

“Hot Belgian Waffles.”

“Quit looking and start helping,” Ford hisses.

Stan is about to talk back when they hear a familiar laugh. Ford pales. They look at each other in terror.

“There’s no way I'm letting my grand niece see this,” Stan says. He takes a look at the pole then stalks towards the rest of the clothes on the floor. Ford’s curiosity gets the better of him, and he stops polishing to follow his brother. Stan pulls out his inter-dimensional gun and promptly shoots the pole and some of the surrounding furniture.

Ford gapes.

“C’mon, Sixer. We should be fine as long as we can find the caution tape in time.”

-000-

“What happened here?” Mabel asks. She’s about to run into the break room, but the caution tape manages to slow her down enough that she notices the damage to the room. The cool firefighter pole that was installed there is melted, there are holes everywhere, and the room smells terrible. “Whoa! What happened here!”

“What do you mean, Mabel?” Dipper asks, then he spots the room. “Woah!”

“Good to see you too, kiddos,” a familiar voice says behind them.

Both their faces light up. “Grunkle Stan!” They exclaim, wrapping him in a hug. Their grunkle chuckles and squeezes back.

“Where were you this morning? Dipper and I have already been here like, at least half an hour,” Mabel asks.

Stan gives them another squeeze. “Sorry sweetie, I must have been in the shower.”

“What about Grunkle Ford?” Dipper asks.

“It’s his turn in the shower,” Stan answers.

“And what happened here?” Mabel points towards the room.

“Welllll, Ford and I got into a bit of an argument,” Stan tries to explain.

“That sounds more like a fight to me,” Dipper says sternly.

“Ah, you kids,” Stan says, then proceeds to mess up their hair. “Don’t worry about it. It was an accident.”

“You guys weren’t fighting?” Mabel asks, suspicious.

Stan gets on one knee so he can look at the twins in the eye. “I swear on my fortune that Ford and I were not fighting. It was a little disagreement which we resolved, happily. And if you were wondering, I was right, and he was wrong.”

Mabel and Dipper share a look.

“Sure, Grunkle Stan,” Dipper says.

“Whatever you say, Grunkle Stan,” Mabel adds.

They’ve learned that even if he lies, their Grunkle has their best interests in mind.

“Good,” Stan says as he stands up. “Now who’s ready for some Stancakes!”

-000-

Later that day, Soos brings up what happened to the Mystery Shack to his grandmother.

“Abuelita, the firefighter pole broke. I would fix it, but there’s the unveiling of the new attraction I have to prep for. Could I have the number of the guys who  installed it?”

“Oh mijo, I would be happy to tell you. As long as you think your spanish is good enough to ask for the repairs,” his grandmother replies.

“Darn. I don’t think my Spanish is good enough for something so complicated. I’m sorry, could you do it Abuelita?”

“Of course, Soos. In return, practice your Spanish so you can ask next time,” his Abuelita says with a sweet smile.

“Don’t worry, I will. Me and Melody are learning together.”

“Thank goodness you found such a good girl, yes?”

Soos chuckles, embarrassed. “I’m glad you suggested the firefighter pole, Abuelita,” Soos says trying to change the subject. “It's such a great addition to the Mystery Shack.”

His Abuelita gently pats his hand.

“Yes. That is exactly what I was thinking when I had it installed.”

#stancest #incest tw #nightfoliage #nightfoliagefic #hope you guys enjoy~

[nightfoliage]

Fic - The Google

Pairing: Stanford Pines/Stanley Pines - Stancest

Prompt: First thing that Ford searches when he discovers google. 

Summary: The first four times Ford encounters google, plus the first time he uses it. 

Tags and Warnings: Incest, Twincest, DDnMD, Ford is an arrogant jerk inside his brain, but outwardly pretty neutral to others, Pines family, “The Internet”, and sappy grunkles at the end. 

Author’s Note:  Author’s Note: Woohoo~ This was written for the 2017 Stancest Scavenger Hunt~ This was one of the lowest point prompts on the list, but I really liked it and decided to go for it anyway. (I was inspired by a lot of the prompts.) And this is edited! If you've somehow read my messy initial submission, this is has now been looked over. 

Word Count: ~2300

Posted: 10/10/2017

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Dipper

Even after the infinity sided die debacle, Ford and Dipper still enjoy a rousing game of Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons.

Right now they’re going through a custom campaign, one that Dipper has designed. Dipper says it’s a combination of a few campaigns mostly from SSRaughly’s Dreadnought series, a series that had been old even when Ford was playing. There’s everything from the Goblin Ruler, the Singing Sword, the Pond of Age, combined with some of their newer ones such as the Evil Mask.

Although Ford doesn’t recognize all the new bells and whistles,  he can still enjoy the intellectual game with his grand nephew.

That is, until they have a fight about the rules.

“I know that you’re used to playing with the 1.3 version of the game Grunkle Ford, but the new 5.6 edition has been tested to be the best out all of the versions,” Dipper tries to explain patiently. Ford tries not to roll his eyes, he may be a few generations older, but that doesn’t mean he is old.

“Now Dipper, that version may have tested well with everyone, but we’re not just anyone, are we? We don’t need the rule leveling or game play balancing that these newer versions have,” Ford replies calmly.

Dipper frowns, but considers his grunkles words.

“In fact,” Ford continues, “Why don’t we makes some house rules? That’ll suit us more than one edition of rules.”

Dipper lights up. “That’s a great idea, Great Uncle Ford! Let me google all the editions so we can compile our own edition!” And before Ford can ask what a ‘google’ has to do with their conversation, Dipper whips out his phone and furiously taps at the screen.

Ford stares as Dipper becomes in his phone. Ford moves over so he can look over Dipper’s shoulder to see Dipper scroll through screen after screen of information on the editions of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons.

“Fascinating, I didn’t realize that Earth had reached this level of technology,” Ford says.

“Huh?” Dipper looks up. “Oh yeah, this is a device that allows people to search through the Internet, um, a virtual database that everyone can connect to.”

Ford nods along with the explanation. He had used such devices in other dimensions, but when he had left earth, these sorts of technology were barely concepts. They were ideas he wasn’t too sure would come to fruition in his lifetime. And now even kids are able to have these devices. Remarkable.

“Why don’t you show me some more of this Internet by looking up those rule sets, my boy.”

Dipper smiles and enthusiastically goes back to ‘the Internet.’

Ford lets Dipper get absorbed in the task and he starts reading the rules to 5.6 edition. Although he’s interested in ‘the Internet,’ he doesn’t think it will help him in his fight against Bill. Ford has all the tools he needs right in the Shack.

-000-

Soos

It's late in the afternoon when Ford stumbles upon Soos underneath the sink. Ford can admit that this is his fault, he's tired, hungry, and he let himself relax in the familiar surroundings. And it’s difficult to miss a person of Soos’ size. It isn't the boy's fault when Ford trips over the handyman legs.

Luckily, Ford is able to catch himself before falling on his face.

“Mr.Pines!” Sos slides out from under the sink as Ford rubs his bleary eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I'm fine, Soos,” Ford says, trying to keep the tiredness out of his voice. “But a cup of coffee wouldn't go amiss.”

“No problemo,” Soos says and abandons the sink to start up Ford’s request.

Ford plops into a chair at the kitchen table. He had stayed up the whole night gathering resources for his plans. Soon a mug is placed in front of his nose. If it wasn’t for that cup, he might have dozed off sitting upright. He tries not to chug the beverage too fast.

Coffee delivered, Soos goes back to the sink. He stares at the plumbing and scratches his head.

Ford feels much more charitable after the cup and decides to offer his help.

“Anything I can do to help? I'm quite handy when I need to be,” he says, then chuckles at his own joke.

Puns? He's more tired than he thought, he could use another cup of coffee.

“Don't worry, Mr.Pines. You just get some rest. After all, Soos is on the job!” He exclaims cheerfully. Then he pulls out his phone and starts tapping at the screen again.

It takes a moment for Ford to figure out what Soos was doing.

Ah, Soos is using the Internet to look up how to do this task. Handy indeed.

“Looking up the problem?” Ford asks.

“Yup,” Soos confirms. “I find it easiest to google videos.” He flashes the screen in Ford's direction. Ford can catch the image of a competent looking plumber and a sink.

Fords not sure why he's surprised, but he is very surprised. Not only did this Earth have the capacity for information sharing, but sharing information on different platforms such as video? Astounding.

“I'll have this fixed in a jiffy,” Soos declares before going back under the sink.

Ford goes to refill his coffee. He’s not needed here and he should go back to the basement to continue his work. However, he decides to stay and finish the pot of coffee.

When Soos realizes that Ford had stayed, he starts narrating his actions along with the video.

-000-

Wendy

Ford is not sure how it happens, but he finds himself alone with Wendy one day. One moment he's engrossed in his calculations, the next there's an incessant noise that's disturbing his concentration. He looks up to see that Wendy is is tapping away at her phone.

“Hey,” She says, with all the nonchalance only a teenager her age could produce. Wendy doesn't even look up.

“Why, hello there Wendy,” he replies.

The girl only nods in acknowledgment.

For some reason the gesture rankles his nerves. There's something about being ignored that doesn't sit right with Ford.

Ford tries to concentrate on something else, she’s just a teenager after all. He glances down at the phone and realizes the pattern of sounds and her typing most likely means she's communicating with someone, or several someone's.

“So, who are you talking to Wendy?” Ford asks, trying to make conversation.

Wendy doesn't look up, continues to tap, but is swift to answer: “Oh, you know, just texting my friends, updating my facepage, checking out the local gossip-”

As Wendy continues to chatter, Ford’s eyebrows rise with each word. He knows with the current level of technology it's possible to accomplish quite a bit on such a device, but he feels Wendy’s level of multitasking is one of the highest he's seen in any dimension.

“-I'm checking on my brothers, checking up on my dad, making sure that Mystery Shack social media is doing well-”

Wendy stops when she realizes that Ford isn't participating in the conversation.

“Aw man, did I dump too much on you? I'm sure if you google, wait, I'm sure you could ask Dipper or Mabel to explain things to you…” Wendy says, slower this time.

Ford shakes his head. “I'm enjoying the conversation, Wendy. Why don't you keep talking, it's nice to have some noise in the background.”

Wendy stares and Fords thinks over his last words when Wendy shrugs. She starts her line of thought again.

“Anyways, as I was saying, right now our group is trying to do one last big thing before school registration and we were thinking about-”

Ford makes a soft noise of agreement and lets her voice wash over him. He manages to tune her out as white noise and goes about his calculations. Honestly, her voice is a nice reminder of one of the things he’s trying to save. He wants to be able to save everyone so that the worst of their worries is what their last plans are for the summer.

-000-

Mabel

With Bill defeated all Ford can think about is spending time with his family.

Mabel, especially. He should have spent more time with her when he had the chance. Now he only has a few days left. After that he’ll have to wait a whole year to see her again.

He drums up the courage to talk to her during dinner.

“Mabel?”

Most of the conversation around the table quiets, as his grand niece turns to looks at him.

“Yes, Grunkle Ford?” She says, sweet and innocent, with sparkling eyes. He melts and is so glad that they defeated Bill.

“I was thinking…” he’s wracking his brain now, trying to figure out what to say. He should have planned ahead, “that we should do something together.”

Stan gives an approving nod and Dipper beams.

Ford, however, only has eyes for Mabel.

“Hmm,” she taps at her chin. “Well, what do you want to do?”

“Uh-” he frantically tries to think of something they could enjoy together. HE glances at the rest of the table- Stan is miming dancing? And singing? He looks back to meet Mabel’s expectant eyes. Ford takes another glance and sees Dipper ah- painting perhaps, and then a sport, either golfing or baseball, he’s really not too sure at this point. Mabel continues to look at him and doesn’t pay any attention to the rest of the table.

And now Ford knows he’s allowed the silence to stretch too long so he says the first thing that makes sense:

“I want to do whatever you want to do, Mabel.”

And that's the crux of the matter isn't it. Ford has been- selfish. Monopolizing Dippers time, being unfair to Stan, ignoring Mabel, he wants to make up for everything. If it means dressing up in tutus, having tea parties talking about boys, whatever it is that almost teen girls like to do, he's willing to do it.

“Well, how about we figure it out together,” Mabel shrugs. “We can google something.”

Ford mentally gives himself a pat on the back. He didn’t think he would be rejected, but he had been worried. Yes, this is exactly what he is aiming for.

“I would truly enjoy that, Mabel,” Ford says honestly. “You can also teach me how to use these new fangled things kids call phones nowadays.”

Mabel gasps dramatically. “Grunkle Ford! You've never used a cell phone before?”

“Nope.” Not an earth one, anyways.

“You know,” Stan drawls and shoots Ford a wink “Back in our day, we didn't each have our own phone. We had to share a line with the whole house and it wasn't cordless.”

“Grunkle Staaaan,” Dipper says, rolling his eyes. “Not another ‘back in my day.’”

“But Dipper! There have been so many changes and innovations! Why, back in my day, we couldn’t computers in our pockets. They were as big as a room and you were happy if it could add numbers together,” Ford says with a big grin.

Mabel laughs, “That’s so cray-cray, Grunkle Ford.”

“It’s true,” Ford says, “It’s why I’ll need you to teach me everything.”

Mabel’s laughs turns into an embarrassed giggle. She runs her hands through her hair and says, “Sure I can show you, but teach you?”

“Mabel, Ford’s actually exaggerating. We were actually born before computers existed,” Stan says seriously.

“You guys are so old,” Dipper says.

Mabel gasps and smacks her brother in the should, but she’s dissolved into another fit of laughter. Ford protests with a smile on his face, while Stan agrees with the boy and says that’s exactly why Dipper should grab him another soda.

Dipper grumbles, but grabs his grunkle the drink.

Mabel seems to cheer up considerably after that and spends the rest of the night showing Ford her phone. She makes sure to have him memorize the multiple communicating features and apps she likes. Ford promises to download all the same apps so they can talk and play.

The kids spend the whole night showing their grunkles their most favorite aspects and features of having a phone.

At one point Ford and Stan look at each other and smile. It looks like they’ll have to get smartphones soon.

-000-

+Stan

After Dipper and Mabel leave Gravity Falls, Stan and Ford decide to do the same. They both need a fresh start and their sailing trip is their perfect opportunity. They fly as close as they can to the anomaly, gather their supplies, and get a boat. They set off and find themselves sailing away from land only days after Dipper and Mabel have left Gravity Falls.

Ford digs into his pocket and pulls out his brand new smart phone. It’s part of their most recent acquisitions and Ford’s feeling a little sentimental. He wants the first thing he does with the phone to be special. He snaps a picture of the shoreline to send to the kids later.

Ford hears the sound of a camera shutter.

He turns.

“Stan.”

There’s his brother, only a few feet away, pointing his own phone in Ford’s direction.

“Something wrong, Ford?” Stan says with a suspicious grin. He’s tapping away at the screen without even looking. When he finally looks down, he sniggers.

“Now what are you laughing at?” Ford goes over and manages to get a peek of the screen.

It’s a picture of himself, looking happy and content with the ocean as a background. It’s flattering, but it still makes him flustered.

Stan continues to snicker over the photo.

Ford rolls his eyes. He marches over to Stan and pulls him close for a kiss then snaps a photo for good measure. While his brother is blustering he googles how to use the photo as the background for his phone.

Ford keeps this picture as the background on his phone. Almost a year passes, when he replaces it with a picture of his family in Gravity Falls.

#stancest #tw incest #nightfoliage #nightfoliagefic

[nightfoliage]

Fic - Zombie Gang Bang

Series: Gravity Falls

Pairing: Stanford Pines/Stanley Pines - Stancest

Prompt: Zombie gang bang

Tags and Warning: Incest, Twincest, Alternate Universe, AU where the twins are working on the portal together, zombies, anticipation, jump scares, NSFWish, dub con, blowjobs, and a joke ending.

Happy Halloween~! Have an appropriately themed fic!

Author’s Note: Total coincidence that I had this one saved for Halloween. It's another fic that I submitted for the Stancest Scavenger Hunt on the Discord server~ Take the joke ending seriously guys, because I have the superpower to make smutty prompts, well, less smutty.

Word Count ~1400

Date Published: 10/31/2017

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Ford is in the basement when he hears it.

There's an odd shuffling noise in the back of the portal. There shouldn’t be anyone here, except for himself of course. Fiddleford is spending some time with his family, while Stan had mentioned something about going to the bar.

Then maybe it was the portal itself?

It was near impossible. Although his creation was nearing completion, it still shouldn’t have the ability to turn on at all. There wasn’t a power source, the frame wasn’t completed- and yet, it wasn’t impossible.

Ford listens again, but doesn’t hear the sound. However, he’s already made up his mind. He places his plans on the desk and walks to the back of the portal. He glances at the shadows behind the portal, but doesn’t spot anything.

There’s nothing here and the portal doesn’t look to be reacting, so he shrugs and turns back to his work.

The sound of rustling fabric catches his attention.

He pauses and looks again.

There in the corner is a flash of white. Ford scoffs. Yes, the form is looking quite familiar now, a figure similar to his in a white tshirt and blue jeans.

Typical. This wouldn’t be the first time Stan has played a prank on him.

“All right, Stan,” Ford calls out. “I caught you. Why don't you come out now?”

For a moment, Stan doesn’t move. Then he slowly shuffles forward.

Ford can’t help but grin, triumphantly. It always feels good to get ahead of his brother. “That wasn’t too difficult, was it? Well, since you’re here, you might as well make yourself useful. Why don’t you come here and help me with…”

Ford trails off when he gets a better look at his twin. Stan is continuing his odd shuffling into the light. He’s- pale, has bags under his eyes, his clothes are rather ragged, and his unusually expressive face is blank. If Ford didn’t know any better, he would think that Stan is a zombie.

Ford laughs. This is clearly a part of Stan’s prank. “Okay, Stan. I get it, you’ve been getting into my journals again. Very clever, I-”

The hand that wraps around his wrist stops him from continuing. The grip tightens and Ford gasps in surprise. He’s pulled into his brother’s chest and he looks up to stare at Stan in horror. Stan’s eyes don’t even focus on him and that’s what pushes Ford to take action.

Ford pushes away from Stan’s chest, which releases the grip on his wrist. Ford stumbles back, but manages to stay standing. Stan doesn’t even react.

Ford finds himself breathing hard while he rubs his sore wrist.

Stan raises his arms and groans, “Ford…”

Ford takes off running.

His heart is pounding loudly in his chest, but that doesn’t stop him from hearing other groans in the distance. They’re familiar ones that are getting louder and louder by the second. He catches the sound of more shuffling.

The ride up the elevator passes in a flash and he curses the fact. He needed that time to figure out a plan, damnit. This is no time to get emotional. What he needs to be is cool and calm.

He shakes his head and finds himself at the front of the cabin. He goes for the door but jerks back when a sudden banging comes from the other side. The frame is rattling and those ominous groans are coming from the other side.

Ford turns to the stairs.

Stupid. So stupid. Perhaps he should have stayed in the basement with all of his tools. But then the thought of being stuck with only one exit, the elevator, makes Ford think he made the right choice. And there are plenty of escape routes on the second floor.

There’s a loud crash below him and he knows that the front door is open, letting more zombies in.

He runs to the bedroom and locks the door. There’s an emergency kit underneath the bed with rope inside. As he’s fishing it out, Ford thinks about how high up the second floor is and how it may not be enough. Perhaps he can utilize his bed sheets to increase the length. However, it still may not enough. He may need to do a controlled fall out his window. Hopefully, it doesn’t come to that.

The banging on his door makes him spill some of the objects in the bag. His hands are shaking now, but he won’t let himself fall apart like this.

A soft creak makes his pause.

He swallows down a shudder.

The sound is coming from the closet.

Ford doesn't look, simply wraps the bag’s handles around his wrist and silently digs out his grappling hook.

Another creak.

Even though he's not looking, Ford can tell the closet is cracked open an inch. There is only darkness inside.

Ford whips around with his grappling hook as the door falls open.

The door opens wide.

There's nothing there.

He's panting now, the sound is harsh and loud in his ears.

Another creak.

The door slams open from the bathroom, and Ford jumps back. Another door slams open and suddenly zombies are spilling into the room and he can't react at the multitude of them. Does he fire? Does he run? Does he-

A hand catches his wrist and forces down the grappling hook.

It's Stan.

The rest of the hands are now pulling at him, stripping him of his gear, his jacket, his glasses. He can't see, the moving figures in front of him are a blur and he feels helpless- is helpless when they pull him onto his hands and knees.

The one in front of him groans his name, “Ford...”

The weight of their hands are oppressive, running over his clothes, forcing him to stay down. He gets pulled closer to the one in front of him. His cheek rubs against a familiar pair of blue jeans and he unintentionally nuzzles against the bulge. A hand starts to run a hand through his hair, gentler than the rest.

He rubs closer to the form in front of him and lets his eyes fall close when the hand continues to card through his hair.

The zombie, no, Stan pulls away from him and Ford tries to jolt forward even with the weight of a dozen hands on him. The hand in his hair is now firm, keeping him in his place.

Ford’s eyes open. He may be without his glasses, but this close he can see the scene in front of him. Stan frees his cock from his pants and offers it to Ford.

Ford’s lips parts and he accepts what’s given to him.

-000-

Joke Ending~

Ford’s lips parts and he accepts what’s given to him.

His lips brush against the cock in front of him. Stan makes an audible sound of content. Before he’s tempted into action, someone else’s hands tugs at his hair. They pull his head back, then table in his hair, anchoring him.

Ford opens his mouth and Stan pushes the head of his cock past his lips. It tastes…

Ford spits, “Ugh.”

“Oh fuck,” the Stan says in front of him, and not in a happy way. “Shit! My cock!”

The hands stop touching Ford and one offers him his glasses. He’s greeted with the image of Stan, panicking, as his cock starts to melt off. The other Stans around him start voicing their disgust and sympathy.

The Stan sighs and pats his head. “So much for this idea. I’m gonna go kill myself in the shower.” Then he trots off to the bathroom.

The other Stans mutter and stare at Ford, but eventually all agree to follow the first Stan. Some mutter how it would be worth it, but apparently the image of their cocks melting off is a mood killer.

Ford tries to discreetly spit out the rest of the bad taste in his mouth.

A hand hauls him up. It’s his Stan, the original, wiping the zombie makeup off his face. Ford’s knees are a bit shaky so Stan helps him sit on the bed.

“I told you, the photocopier wasn’t gonna work,” Stan says.

Ford sighs and looks to the bathroom door. The copies are melting themselves and he’s sad to see them go. He looks back at his twin, who’s now makeup free.

“Ignoring that sad ending, did you enjoy yourself, Sixer?” Stan asks.

Ford thinks about the adrenaline rush of their first meeting, the bodies chasing him, then holding him down, and he shivers. What a way to go.

“Yes,” Ford says. “It’s something I wouldn’t mind trying again.”

#stancest #tw incest #nightfoliage #nightfoliagefic #had to post this one for the holiday #happy halloween~ #hope everyone enjoys

[nightfoliage]

So I haven’t had a lot of free time, but I’m finally able to post some of the things I made for the Stancest Scavenger Hunt~

I won’t be able to post all of them right away, especially the fics, because I’m in the middle of editing them. Ahhh, it was really hard to try and condense them. Less than 500 words? Very difficult for me I must say. 

#nightfoliage

[lamb-leaf]

HEYO. A DUMP OF A BUNCH OF STUFF I DID FOR THE STANCEST SCAVENGER HUNT. The prompts for the pics are in the captions QvQ

#stancest #stancest scavenger hunt #lill lines #ty lem for letting me steal ur art #i started drawing a lot of these at like #1am #you can see some of them show a much more lucid linn than others