#vulpixens fanfiction

[vulpixen]

I made a fic for @stanuary in going with the prompt Animals. This is set in my Lost and Gained AU where Stan has a wife and kids as well as grandkids. Enjoy this small read of the animals Stan has had in his life!

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A young Stan huffed when he was tasked to take out the trash this time around after dinner. It was full and heavy, but his dad Filbrick told him to suck it up and take it out to the trash cans outside. Out the back door, Stan was dragging the hefty load to the back when all of a sudden, he heard the sounds of chittering and the clanks and shattering glass falling out. It alarmed Stan so he put up a tough-guy attitude to confront this supposed intruder. 

“Hey! Stay out of our trash or I’ll give you a knuckle sandwich! And not the edible kind!”

Stan marched up the trash and what he found shocked him. It was a young possum that was munching on a tossed out sandwich when it looked up at the young boy and hissed at him. Stan expected a seagull or rat in there, but this possum seemed like a cooler animal than any other animal he encountered. A little guy trying his best to survive in this world all alone. Stan couldn’t help but to give some sympathy. 

“Uh… actually,” Stan presented the garbage to the possum, “you can have this. I’m not allowed to have pets, but you seem real neat! I’m gonna call you Shanklin!” The possum inched closer to Stan and sniffed at him. Stan slowly reached to touch the possum and pet him, disregarding he was stinky and covered in trash. 

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Some years later….

Stan and Andrea took the time to go camping with their three children, James, Jessie and Leroy while in Perdido Key, Florida by the water. The day was sunny and the water was fine for sailing on the Stan o’ War. It was a good, sturdy boat for the occasion, even without Ford there to enjoy it, too. Stan thought back to him, but he wanted to be happy for his kids and put on a smile.

It would be the afternoon while James and Jessie were chasing each other by the shore when they come across a young chocolate labrador looking at them with interest. 

James stopped in his tracks to take notice of the dog. The dog seemed to be a stray and didn't see another person around whom the animal could belong to. Jessie was immediately happy to see a dog. 

“Doggie!” Jessie slowly goes up to the dog to let him sniff at her and open to being petted. 

“Hey, dog, what are you doing out here?” James and Jessie noticed the dog not having a collar and name tag. “You lost, boy?” The dog licked at him. 

“He doesn’t belong to anyone, it seems like,” Jessie smiled brightly at an idea. “Think we can ask Mom and Dad if we can keep him?” James appeared doubtful, having heard his dad say they can’t have a lot of pets, but pets weren’t exactly out of the question. 

“We can try, but you know Dad doesn’t approve of most animals. Like that one time we tried to convince him we wanted a hamster.” Jessie frowned but she was hopeful. 

“We can still try. This dog needs a home.”

The twin boy and girl lead the eager dog back with him to the camper where Stan and Andrea were cooking hotdogs and displaying the chips and soda/water for them all to have. Leroy helped with setting it up. 

James and Jessie arrived with the dog walking next to them, wagging his tail smelling delicious food. Leroy gasped seeing the dog and brought a smile on his face. 

“Mom! Dad! We found a dog!” announced James. Stan looked from the grill and Andrea from the cooler to see the dog. Stan wasn’t too keen about it. No other pet can replace what Shanklin had in his heart. 

“No. We can’t keep the dog.” The dog stopped wagging his tail and the kids were disappointed. Andrea seemed dismayed as well. Stan continued grilling the hotdogs. “We don’t have the means and that dog could belong to someone.”

“But he has no collar and name tag. He’s a stray that needs a home.” Jessie displayed the puppy eyes and quivered her lips in pleading. 

“We never had a dog before,” mentioned Leroy. 

Andrea looked at her husband and got up from her seat to go up to him. 

“We can make room, Stan and pick up pet supplies on the way home.”

“See? Mom wants a dog, too!” James spoke. 

Stan could see he was outvoted four to one. He took a look at the dog and was reminded of when his dad denied him pets, but not Shanklin as he never told him nor his Ma of him when he was around and stayed outside. The white cat they had was more of their Ma's cat named Pearly than his and Ford's, the cat having been considered an exception. A dog was very different from a possum. But he cannot deny the family a pet when he’d been denied for much of his life. Why deny them this?

“... Okay. We can keep him. So long as he doesn’t pee and poop on anything, he can stay.” The kids cheered and hugged the dog. Stan gave the dog an unseasoned hotdog and pet the animal. 

“What name do you think we should give him?” The kids each had their idea of what to name their new family member. 

“Butch!”

“Chocolate!”

“Beethoven!”

“Lion.” Andrea suggested. “Like the Sea Lion, dogs of the sea.” The kids seemed onboard with the name. “And they love the water like this one does.”

Stan felt his heart warmed seeing his family happy with the new addition and agreed to the name. “Alright, Lion it is.”

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Years later….

Stan found a kid(young goat) on his property when one of his grandkids showed him the small goat outside in his front yard. 

“Grandpa, look!” exclaimed one of the grandsons Leon, looking much like a younger version of his grandpa Stan, but with blue eyes filled with excitement. “Someone left a goat here and drove away. I don’t think they’re gonna come back.”

Stan snorted, recognizing the guy who shorted him on cash that drove off. “That cheapskate! … Well, I’m stuck with a goat now.” He knelt down to the brown goat with the chipped horn as he bleets at him and reached for his burgundy fez hat to chew on, making Leon laugh. 

“I think he likes you!”

“He ain’t gonna be eating this. I’ll get him some food and think about what to do with him. I have to talk to your grandma about it.” Leon perked a smile. 

“I think you should keep him. You and Granny Andy should have a pet.”

“Oh? How come?” The young boy shrugged. 

“Goats are neat to have, I think. He can keep the lawn from growing more and less money for you to spend on mowing.” Stan laughed in amusement. 

“That’s a great idea! We’ll just see.” 

#gravity falls #stan pines #stanley pines #vulpixens fanfiction #vulpixens ocs #andrea pereira #leon pines #stanuary 2024 #lost and gained au #james pines #jessie pines #leroy pines

[sailormew4]

Quincy Pines

Owner: @vulpixen Age: 7 Parents: Shauna Pines and Marcus Valdez Pines Siblings: N/A My Imagined Voice: Collin Dean

Sorry it’s been awhile. I’ve been very busy. This adorable cinnamon roll is Quincy Pines. Didn’t take too long to draw, though the portions were quite challenging. Shauna Pines and Marcus Valdez Pines are both owned by @vulpixen . Though Shauna’s mom is Addi owned by @hntrgurl13

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gravity falls fic #gf fanfiction #gf fic #gf oc #gf ocs #gravity falls oc #quincy pines #shauna pines #marcus valdez pines #happy family au #vulpixen

[vulpixen]

Week Four: Worth

Summary: When Dipper comes to his Grunkle Stan for advise of worth, Stan has the answer he's looking for.

A/N: Hey all this is the last entry for @stanuary and I hoped you guys enjoyed the short chapters! This one set in the Lost and Gained AU. Yes, Dipcifica is canon here. ^^ Can find the new entry here too: Worth

Worth. It sounded like a foreign concept to Stan Pines when applied to himself, but for others, he sees genuine worth in those he loves and cares for. On the other hand, he sees worth in everyone else who holds cash in their wallets to keep the Mystery Shack going for years to come. Worth in himself was harder to grasp in himself when his father and childhood bullies made him feel worthless, and it was allowed to fester in his mind. Hearing those who see real worth in him made it feel less painful. 

“Grunkle Stan?” Dipper approached his great-uncle while he was lounging on his chair in the living room. Dipper had something to ask him, Stan could tell. “Do you ever feel sometimes the thing you want most to happen doesn’t seem worth it when it seems too hard?” 

Stan quirked an eyebrow, “What do you mean, kid? Tell your old Grunkle Stan about it.” He patted on the dinosaur head stand and helped Dipper climb up it. Once Dipper gets settled, he shares what’s been eating at him. 

“You see… I still don’t know how to talk to girls. There’s this one girl I like but…” Dipper blushed and lowered his hat. “I just don’t know how to get my feelings across. This isn’t like when I was crushing on Wendy. This feels…”

“Like the real deal?”

“Exactly!” Stan chuckled in response, he knew that feeling all too well; just like when he fell in love with his wife Andrea. 

“Lucky for you, you came to the right Grunkle. Don’t tell your great-uncle Ford, but I know a thing or two when it comes to getting your feelings across,” Stan nudged his great-nephew, but he got serious when he started to share his wisdom with Dipper. “First thing to do is go to just tell her how you feel. You may or may not get rejected, but it ain’t the end of everything. It’ll all be worth it, I promise.”

“What if I –”

“Dipper, life’s too short to worry about what could go wrong,” Stan smiled at his great-nephew in confidence. “So, whose this girl you have your heart set on? Can I guess who?” Dipper scratched the back of his head, Stan getting a good idea who ever since he’d seen Dipper and Pacifica were being witty to each other. “The Northwest girl.”

“Yes,” Dipper began to ease. “She isn’t the bratty rich girl she came across as in the beginning. I should have figured that there was more to her than what she presented herself, but I had to defend Mabel from bullies like Pacifica was acting like. Pacifica is intelligent, she’s great at wordplay and video games, and… she’s wonderful. And… I don’t think I’m worthy.”

“Why not? Look at yourself. You’re adventurous, you’re a nerd, and you’re the bravest kid among many I got to know over the years. You have the qualities that make you more than worthy. Heck, you even saved her life a few times! If that ain’t worthy, then they’d be stupid to think otherwise. It was something Andy and the family have to remind me everyday and I couldn’t be more grateful. If there are people who can see something of worth in me, then I can, too.” Dipper reached to hug his great-uncle. 

“Thanks, Grunkle Stan. I actually feel better now. I’ll go tell Pacifica how I feel.” Dipper got off the dinosaur skull and dashed off out the door and called back. “I’ll let you know how it goes!”

“You got this, Dipper!” Stan saw Dipper leave and closed the door, “You got this.”

#stanuary 2023 #week four: worth #stan pines #lost and gained au #vulpixens fanfiction #dipper pines #stanuary

[vulpixen]

Fears to Face

Summary: Stan faced many fears over the course of his life, and he was able to conquer them thanks to those who believe in him.

A/N:  Hey all, hope you enjoy this new entry for @stanuary! Set in the Lost and Gained AU where Stan is a husband, father, and later grandfather. Conor and Hannah Pereira are Andrea's late parents who played an instrumental part in Stan's life when they gave him a place to stay after he was kicked out of the house by Filbrick. Can also find the new chap here.

Stan always put on a brave, confident face when it came to the obstacles he faced in his life. Whether it be against bullies or eating something he knows has bits of hair or dirt in it. Stan isn’t afraid of most things, from how he puts on a facade, but under that cheeky grin is fear. Fear of never being good enough. Fear of never meeting the impossible expectations that were placed onto him by his father. Fear of his father. Fear of heights. Fear of losing the strong bond with his twin brother Ford. Fear of being seen as weak and useless. They all plague his mind and thoughts.

When Stan held his newborn twin infants Jessie and James, a new fear rose. Failing them as a father. He was just an older teen on the cusp of graduating high school with his girlfriend/mother of his children Andrea Pereira, and his twin brother who had since stopped speaking to him. It took time to be attentive to the babies and learn each of their needs, but thanks to the help from Andrea’s parents, Conor and Hannah, they were there to assist him and Andrea with whatever they needed.

Stan always looked up to Conor as the father figured he needed in his life, provided with a place to escape from his judgemental father and given the freedom to talk about what was bothering him. Hannah was a kind, warm woman who doesn’t seem to have a bad bone in her body and taught Stan a thing or two about cooking, where Andrea got much of her appearance from, too. He was thankful they live just down the street from him and his family’s shop and home. It gave him the courage to be more open about his true feelings about what bothers him, especially with what he fears.

One day, while tending to Jessie, Stan faced Conor as he was helping with James, a question came to mind.

“Dad, do you have fears?” The older man with black hair and wise gray eyes turned his head at Stan to give a slow nod as he picked up James. Conor had gotten used to Stan calling him that out of endearment. Stan considered him as more of a dad to him than his own at this point.

“I do, son. I fear a lot of things, but I know they’re out of my control. Well, most of them.” Conor gives little James a warm bottle of formula for him to drink while he keeps talking. “For years, I feared for the future of my family ever since coming here from Ireland. I feared for your future and your brother’s, too. But those fears faded as I see you, Andrea, and your children will be alright. Me and Hannah will do what we can to ensure that.” He reached to gently touch Stan’s shoulder. “You’re doing great.” Stan felt reassured and something he always wanted to hear from his birth dad, but never will. At least he has this dad to look up to. Stan knew his own kids would be looking up to him, too.

“Leroy, don’t eat that!” Stan rushed over to his four-year old son from putting a spider in his mouth. “Spiders aren’t for eating, son.”

“Why?”

“They’re full of venom and can kill you if it bites you,” Stan explained while he put the spider back in the tree above them.

“Oh… Okay!” Leroy beamed, seeming to be satisfied with the answer.

Stan’s new fear was something horrible happened to them. Leroy had his mother’s auburn hair, but kept the gray kind eyes he inherited from his grandfather Conor. Everytime Stan looked at him, he could tell Leroy would become a good man like his grandpa. It also reminded Stan to check up on him, too.

Ever since Conor’s wife and Andrea’s mother passed, Stan and Andrea kept a close eye on him and even offered him to stay with them in their home in Florida, but he declined as he wanted to give them space. Stan feared of not hearing from him one day and finding out too late of what happened, so he reassured Conor he wouldn’t be a burden on them, and convinced him to live with them. Stan returned a favor to his father-in-law like how he needed help the most when alone.

Stan feared he’ll never get his twin brother back from the other side of the Portal, along with the woman he called his friend Lucina. Andrea was greatly distraught over what happened to her best friend and sister-in-law and brother-in-law herself, while the kids have no clue what’s going on and are upset. He feared his nephews may never see two of three parents again. He feared he may never get the Portal to work like it did when it turned on and took his brother when he got too close. He feared what’s going to happen to him and his family after this. He had to keep things together and get through this as a family.

Against it all, Stan pushed through it all stronger, thanks to those believing in him.

#stanuary 2023 #stanuary #gravity falls #lost and gained au #stan pines #vulpixens ocs #vulpixens fanfiction #ocs #andrea pereira #standy #week three: fear

[vulpixen]

Birds Fly

Summary: Wendy makes a visit to her late mother she’d neglected to do over the summer, but now she has the time and reminisce the moments she had with her and her memory.

TW: Death mention

Author’s Note: This is a story I’ve been wanting to tell for a long time since developing my interpretation of Wendy’s mother, of whom I named Bethany Hickok Corduroy. It’s something close to home for me and it was a good way to cope and find closure. Hope you all enjoy this read here. 

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It was a cool September weekend in Gravity when Wendy decided she was going to make a visit now that she had the free time again to do so. Wendy put on her helmet and got on her bike and rode down the dirt road of her home and into town. Wendy was in no rush to get there as she waved at friends and folks while passing them by. Ever since what happened in Gravity Falls all those weeks ago, she felt closer all of them somehow.

Wendy wasn’t going to be visiting any of her friends today, but somewhere she had been to multiple times with her group of friends. But she didn’t visit her while she was there. Wendy smiled up at the sign when she arrived at Gravity Falls Cemetery. She didn’t have to let Mr. and Mrs. Valentino why she was visiting; the couple always knew where she would be. Wendy strolled down the path with her hands in her pockets, passing by tombstones of the deceased as she thought back to those old memories she had long come to terms with. They were of her and her mother and the times they spent together when she was with her.

Wendy would arrive at the grave where her mother rests. She was visibly glad the ground wasn’t disturbed, a good sign that her mom didn’t rise again as a zombie like some of the others have done recently. She hoped it stayed that way.

“Hey, Mom…” Wendy sat down, right next to her mother’s tombstone. “I have a lot to tell you about what happened over the summer. And the new friends I made, too. You would have loved them. Their names are Dipper and Mabel.” Wendy knew her mom couldn’t respond back, but she could always feel her presence in a sense, and that was enough.

Ten years prior…

 Five-year old Wendy was walking in the woods, but she wasn’t alone as she held onto her mother’s hand beside her. Bethany Linda Corduroy loved taking walks in the woods whenever she wasn’t working or too busy with Wendy’s younger brothers to have these moments with her first and only daughter. Bethany was a taller than the average woman at six feet two inches, having had long braided red hair that reached her hips, black and white plaid coat over her grey top depicting a white wolf, brown steel-toe boots, and green pants with a wolf face belt buckle.

Bethany smiled at her daughter fondly as she talked about the strange and wonderful things she found while strolling the woods. She spoke with a warm voice in her normal midwestern accent that got Wendy’s attention.

“You see, Wendy, if you go into the woods and look, you may just find something amazing, beautiful, or even dangerous. Not to say it’s bad, but it’s a good sign you may have gotten too close.” Bethany pointed at the scar on her chin and one on her freckled face. “I know I had my fair share of close calls, jellybean.” Wendy giggled.

“Did ya fight any monsters? Because I wanna learn how to fight!”

“To defend myself, yes. But I didn’t go picking fights I know I would get me in more trouble.” Bethany ruffled Wendy’s hair. “And don’t worry, jellybean, I have plenty to teach you. There’s no rush.” Bethany knew the first thing she wanted to show her daughter. “Speaking of not rushing, we have to be careful here. We need to be quiet to not spook ‘em.” Wendy’s eyes lit up.

“There’s a monster ahead of us? Is it scary?”

“I want to let you see for yourself.”

Bethany led Wendy to the river and pointed at the first creature they spotted. A plaidypus with a few offspring staying close to her and swimming. They were like the average platypi, but these ones had striped patterns that resembled flannel wear and come in different colors. The mother was green, while her pups were red, blue, and green respectively. And smelled like maple syrup. Wendy’s eyes lit up and grinned ear to ear as she witnessed these creatures.

“Oh my gosh!” Wendy exclaimed in a quieter tone. “Mama, they are so cute! And they look like what we all wear at home.” Wendy would find this shocking as she concluded, her excitement turning to dismay. “Um, Mama… do people hunt them for their fur that makes flannel clothes that you, Daddy and work friends like to wear?” Bethany frowned, knowing the answer to her question. She knelt to her height.

“Let me reassure they try not to harm them when collecting their fur. Lumber folk know how to treat creatures like these ones with distance and respect.” This consoled Wendy’s worry as smiled.

“That’s good. I don’t want to see these little guys hurt.”

“Neither do I. Why I want to protect animals and magical creatures alike however I can.” Wendy hugged her mom’s arm.

“I think you’re doing a good job, Mama.” It meant a lot to Bethany to hear that.

Later at the Corduroy residence…

Bethany held up her youngest son Gus in her arms while in the living room.

“How’s my youngest boy?” Little Gus giggled as tots do. She would see her older two boys Marcus and Kevin together scurrying in tow.

“Mama! Mama!” Marcus and Kevin chanted in unison as the two go up to hug her legs.

“Can’t forget about Marcus and Kevin!” Bethany would slowly move her legs, pretending she was a giant. “Oh no! The tiny men are slowing me down! Rawrh!” Bethany shuffled over to the couch and sat down with her boys laughing in delight of the game. Wendy came into the living room with a plastic sword.

“I’ll save the giant from the tiny men!” Wendy lightly bonked her brother’s heads, and they all laugh. “Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!”

Suddenly, that booming voice they all know and gotten used to came in que.

“FAMILY, FOOD IS COOKED!”

“Yay!” all the kids cheered and raced to the dining room to eat. Bethany would follow and join her family.

Bethany helped her kids get in their respective seats and set the table. And when Dan appeared with the cooked meal of ham and other fixings, she would go and kiss her husband’s lips and help him.

“Thanks for cooking dinner tonight, Danny.” Dan’s face was flushed with red; he still stammered his words sometimes when talking to his wife she was captivating.

“Always, S-Sunflower.”

It was one of those good moments in Wendy’s time with her mom she cherished to this day. Bethany was everything a good mother should be in her eyes. But Wendy knew her mom was still a human being with her flaws and her moments of weakness.

Three years later…

 “Fuck…” Bethany cursed under her breath as she was being carried by Dan in his arms. She couldn’t walk without limping from the injuries she sustained from the incident at the lake against a poacher she caught trying to catch a siren. The poacher was dealt with and won’t be harming anyone on her watch.

“Beth, you need to rest up, okay, and take medicine. Doctor’s orders,” Dan fretted as they approached their home.

“I know… I know. He had it coming…” Bethany groaned, holding her side.

“You should have called for help.” Bethany shot a glare at him.

“Had it covered, but at least Tate got to me in time.” Dan frowned at his stubborn wife and stopped where he stood.

“I’m serious, it could have been worse. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t around. You know you’re still sick…” Bethany’s eyes trailed away from his and towards the ground. “I know how much this means to you but think of us back home.” Bethany choked in response but mustered to speak.

“I know but… I just want to keep going.” Bethany’s eyes welled up with tears, having hated to feel helpless in this matter.

The two were unaware that Wendy was right behind them and heard everything. It broke her young heart.

What would come next would be the worst thing to have ever happened to Wendy and her family. Wendy cupped her mouth, not wanting them to hear her crying.

Two years later…

 A ten-year old Wendy curled herself against the tombstone where her mother lied beneath the ground and sobbed quietly. Visitors didn’t want to disturb her as they understood clearly what she and her family lost. Everything changed at home, and she hated being there seeing her dad shut down and her brothers in melancholy. It was all too much.

Bethany’s absence wasn’t just felt in the Corduroy family, but to those who knew and loved her as a cherished friend and neighbor who grew to fit right in the sleepy town when she arrived in Gravity Falls as a child from Arizona. Bethany was also nosy, mostly out of boredom, in wanting to know the many secrets of the town and its people as a way to give her something to do. But she ended up finding something truly special. A sense of belonging.

Wendy sniffled once she was done shedding all the tears she could and sat up to sit besides her mother’s grave. She took slow, composing breathes. She rose her head up to the sound of walking approaching her. Her reddened eyes see it was her dad and younger brothers who were looking for her.

“Hey, hun. Mind if we sit here, too?” Wendy would nod slowly at her family as they joined in sitting with her. Dan let out a deep breath and face his daughter with apologetic eyes. He felt awful for not having been as active as he should be since Bethany’s passing and wanted to do right by his kids. He gathered all four of them in a strong hug, but not too tightly.

“I’m sorry I took off without telling you, Dad…” Dan would respond without the yell in his tone, something he only reserved when times were serious and somber.

“No, hun, I get it. I had a feeling you’d be here. I miss her, too. So much… But we’ll get through this together, okay? As a family.” Wendy could only nod a response, feeling the tears come back again. Wendy had no idea what the future has in store for her and her family, but they won’t be alone.

Present day…

Wendy laughed while recalling the funnier times she had during the summer she spent in Gravity Falls.

“Then we watched Mabel dance some jig with her pig Waddles and it was a blast!” Wendy let out a sigh after her laughter toned down. “It feels good talking to you again, Mom. Now, I have boring homework and school, but I think some normalcy is appreciated after all that’s happened.” Wendy’s eyes go wide upon hearing a familiar laugh that she knew only her mother would make.

Wendy turned to see a figure under the tree that grew near Bethany’s grave. It was none other than Bethany’s spirit that came into view. Wendy would recognize her mother’s face, hair, the clothes, scar and laugh. Wendy’s expression turned from shock to elation as she runs up to the spirit.

Bethany had her arms opened wide and embraced Wendy into a hug that gave the teenage girl warmth. She would smile and give Wendy’s forehead a kiss. But as quick as she came, she fades away, leaving Wendy alone once again.

But Wendy was content with this, knowing her mom is at peace as she is, too.

#gravity falls #wendy corduroy #mrs. corduroy #vulpixen writes #vulpixens fanfiction #vulpixens ocs #gf

[vulpixen]

Chapter One: Arrival

Summary: Dipper and Mabel return to Gravity Falls and are greeted by old and new faces in the family.  

Chapter One Arrival 

Ten months later…

It didn’t feel like almost a year had passed since that fateful summer and it was the first of June again, but Dipper and Mabel and Waddles were making their way to Gravity Falls on the same bus they took the year prior. Life went on in the lives of the twins and their family. It was decided by Dipper and Mabel’s parents to move to Portland where Alex, Dipper and Mabel’s dad, was granted to transfer for a promising computer job opportunity in the city. The twins looked forward to being closer to their extended family in Oregon. And of course to be staying in Gravity Falls for the foreseeable future ahead of them. Dipper and Mabel’s parents thought it best that given their children’s situation.

The recent passing of Shermie seven months ago left them little reason to stay in Piedmont any longer. The loss fell hard on the family, but like they always did, they got through it together and mourned. Dipper and Mabel had since added their grandfather’s name and image to never forget him and how kind and patient he was. 

Dipper sported the hat Wendy gave to him right before him and Mabel left for home all those months ago, having kept it in good condition and washed it often enough. Dipper changed his wardrobe by wearing a blue plaid jacket with a white shirt underneath, wearing brown pants and blue and white sneakers. Among Dipper’s luggage lies his own journal with a pine tree symbol. 

Mabel has since changed up her wardrobe to include a shooting-star pink top, fashioning her hair to appear layered and wavy, blue striped skirt, and black soles with colorful knee-high socks. And instead of a headband, Mabel wore a red bow in her long brown hair. Waddles sat by her side, having grown larger over the course of the months as domestic farm pigs do, and too heavy for Mabel to pick up anymore, but she didn’t mind this. 

Dipper and Mabel kept in touch with all their friends and family; entering their dreams often made it easier, having visited before during the holidays and special occasions. Back in December, the twins attended their aunt Shannon’s wedding when she got married to Clyde Bone, the old flame of Shannon’s whom they assisted in removing the cursed ring of Nimue from his finger after five years. Shannon was now the stepmother of Clyde’s young son Drake, and from what the twins heard, the couple adopted twins recently and they couldn’t wait to see the new family members. And couldn’t wait to see their grunkles and graunties when they heard they’ll be coming back to Gravity Falls from their seafaring trip to Antarctica. 

Soon enough, Dipper and Mabel and Waddles find their stop in Gravity Falls. They were greeted by their grunkle Stan and Ford who were waving at them and excited to see them. The three in the bus practically were rushing to get their belongings, but making sure they had everything before they got out and went to embrace the two old men. 

“Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Ford!” Mabel exclaimed. “You smell like sea water and waffles!” That made Stan and Ford laugh with her and pat her back.

“Just had waffles and my signature Stancakes for breakfast, pumpkin. Which are waiting for you guys at the shack!” Stan announced that got the twins looking forward more. 

“Yeah!”

“Stancakes!”

Stan and Ford would also give Dipper a big hug as well. 

“We missed you kids so much, even if we see you often enough in our dreams.” Dipper chuckled. 

“The feeling’s mutual, Great-Uncle Ford. We’ve been doing good, we think. Not going into people’s memories without their permission, also.”

“Good, good.” Ford pets the large pig, recognizing him as Waddles. “Waddles has certainly gotten bigger since the holidays.” The pig delights in the scratches behind the ears. “Luckily, we installed a wagon for him to ride.” Ford thumbs behind him to show the wooden, wheeled wagon with a ramp for the pig to walk into easily. Mabel was impressed, having wondered how they would be able to fit her pig inside the car. 

Ford and Stan would help load the twin’s luggage into the Stanleymobile and coax Waddles into the wagon before making the drive to the place that felt like a second home. The Mystery Shack. 

At the Mystery Shack…

The twins look out the car window to see how the place has changed. The fallen S from the sign was still in the ground and always will be. Everything else now with Soos in charge being Mr. Mystery as he had the place expanded to make more room for not only new attractions, but the growing family. Melody moved in, and Soos wanted to make sure his grandmother had a room to be comfortable in, while keeping Stan and Carla’s, and Ford and Adeline’s bedrooms intact. And of course Dipper and Mabel’s room in the attic. 

“I dig Soos being in charge,” remarked Mabel, reminding her of the time she was boss of the Mystery Shack for three days. “He’s really made some improvements.”

“Among them having been incorporating animatronics with childproof padding to make sure no child gets hurt or worse,” said Ford in sharing one of the new inclusions for the Mystery Shack. “Fiddleford helped create them and it seems to be going smoothly with no incidents.” 

Stan parked the car by the shack and he and Ford helped Dipper and Mabel with their luggage and get Waddles out of the wagon. The second Dipper and Mabel stepped out of the car, Soos was the first to step out of the shack to greet the twins. Soos wore the iconic fez hat that Stan passed onto him and the black suit tailor with a red bowtie made for him. Soos was as amiable as ever. 

“Dudes, welcome back to the Mystery Shack!”

“There’s our Mr. Mystery!” exclaimed Mabel as her and Dipper approached to give him a hug, the man using his big arms to embrace the twins at once. 

“My Pterodactyl-Bro!” Dipper laughed. 

“Been too long since I got to hug you both, physically. Dream hugs aren’t the same.” Soos gasped seeing Waddles. “And there’s Waddles! Good to see you too, big boy.” The large pig snorted happily. “How ‘bout we all get inside. Everyone else is waiting.”

“Everyone?” Dipper and Mabel asked together.

Soos opened the wooden door into the living room. Within the living room stood all of the Pines family members, including Wendy among them next to Stanley Jr. Old and new faces gathered together and threw confetti in the air with a colorful banner from the ceiling that read: ‘WELCOME HOME DIPPER AND MABEL’ in blue and pink lettering. Even all of Dipper and Mabel’s best friends Candy; Grenda; David; Kevin; Pacifica; and Mermando are present to see them. The family has grown bigger since Dipper and Mabel came to Gravity Falls last summer. Their older cousin Tanya had her baby girl named Cadence back in December during Hanukkah, having her father Kyle’s black hair, but Tanya’s amber eyes. The infant wore a purple onesie and was held by her second dad Fred. Shannon married Clyde Bone back in November and became Drake’s new mom, as well as having recently adopted two orphaned four-year old twins with blonde hair and green eyes named Connor and Connie who stand next to their brother Drake with the rest of the family and friends. 

“WELCOME HOME, DIPPER AND MABEL!” cheered everyone present. 

“Hey, family!” Dipper and Mabel greeted their gathered family. 

Carla and Adeline were the first to hug Dipper and Mabel and gave the twins each a kiss on the forehead and cheek. 

“Grauntie Carla! Grauntie Addi!” Dipper and Mabel happily laugh from the affection shown. 

“We missed you so much, kids!” gushed Carla. Instead of sporting a suit and skirt combo she originally wore as Mrs. Mystery, but now, she sported a brown sweater vest with a long sleeved purple top and comfortable black pants and brown boots. 

Soon enough, everyone settles and Dipper and Mabel get their breakfast to eat as does Waddles. Family talked among themselves and to Dipper and Mabel while they all ate breakfast.

This is going to be a great summer, thought Dipper and Mabel as they cleared their throats. 

“So, everyone,” Dipper began. “Me and Mabel are looking forward to spending our summer with all of you again. And hopefully many more summers to come.” Mabel giggled as she went next to add. 

“There will be many more summers because…”

“WE’RE GONNA BE LIVING HERE FROM NOW ON!!!” Everyone in the room was stunned and silent, and only the sneeze from Cadence was heard. But Stan and Ford, and Carla and Adeline already knew the news and wanted to wait until the twins arrived to tell everyone in person. After a second, everyone cheered for the twins and gathered them up in a group hug. 

“That means we’re gonna see you in high school!” exclaimed Ty. 

“We’re going to show you how to survive high school, dudes!” added Stan Jr.

Dipper and Mabel are sure going to need it when they start high school in September, but it’ll be a while until then. For now, they’re in the present and aim to have another great summer with those they love and care for. 

A/N: Hey, all, another chapter done! November was busy and I’m just going to say there is no update schedule, so the chapters will come out when they are finished such as this one. Always remember that this is a hobby for me, not an obligation. Thank you! As always, Adeline Marks belongs to @hntrgurl13 and @scipunk63 

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Forever Falls Prologue

Synopsis: A year has passed since that one fateful summer. Seasons have come and gone and now Dipper and Mabel return to where their journey began for another unforgettable summer in Gravity Falls. Some things changed while others stayed the same. Families growing with one or more new members, friendships formed, and love blossoming among many things have happened. And new mysteries around the corner. 

Since that summer, Dipper and Mabel face the consequences of their choice of having not only their minds erased everything of who they were, but having much of those memories returned thanks to the efforts of their friends and family. However, despite their best efforts, the Mystery Twins face memory issues that’ll affect the rest of their lives. And the power they wield in their beings since Bill, like it or not, became a part of them. Now it’s up to them with what they want to do with it. Together. A/N: Hey all! Been a good while since the last story. Life happens as usual, but I am back and getting into the swing of things again and keeping the promise of a sequel fic to OBWHF. There is something else I want to add as well. There are going to be some changes to the story and a few less notable characters. I honestly don’t want them in the story anymore for this au such as Fiddleford’s raccoon wife. And this story will be significantly shorter than the first. After this story, that’ll be it in terms of giving this a conclusion as I, Vulpixen, have been moving on to different stories but I'm still going to write Gravity Falls related stories. Hope you all enjoy this one. The character Adeline Marks belongs to @hntrgurl13 and @scipunk63 (Purpledragon6 on AO3) and thank you.

Here's the family tree with the Pines going forward as they'll make an appearance in future chapters: Stanley and Carla ---> James and Jessie Pines (41) Stanford and Addi ---> Shauna, Shannon Pines (30) and Shifty Pines (37) James Pines and Tara Grayson ---> Cormac (20), Arya, Aria, and Anais Pines (16) Jessie Pines and Lillian Prescott ---> Tanya (22), Stanley Jr (17) and Tyrone “Ty” Pines (15) Cormac Pines and Evangeline Tremblay (engaged) ---> Xavier, Colten, Gweneira “Gwen”, and Rose Shauna Pines and Marcus “Spriggs” Valdez ---> Quincy Pines (8) Shifty Pines and Tate McGucket ---> Isaac McGucket (15) Shannon Pines-Bone and Clyde Bone (married) ---> Drake Bone (6), Conner and Connie Bone (4, adopted). Tanya Pines, Frederick "Fred" Palovich, and Kyle Harper ---> Cadence Pines, Matthias and Mordecai Pines Prologue on Ao3 

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Night in Piedmont, California…

It had only been a week since Dipper and Mabel returned home after that eventful summer they had with their extended family, and all the adventures they had together. Dipper and Mabel had returned to school for their eighth grade year. There was a stark difference between the towns. Piedmont is nowhere near as small as Gravity Falls; too many faces seem to blend in with one another and can’t distinguish someone in a crowd almost.

And there was the challenge of remembering old friends and classmates. Hell, even navigating through their middle school became a maze of unfamiliarity in their eyes when they should be able to know the campus by heart in the years they’ve attended. Nothing much changed with the school, physically, but specific landmarks they’d recognize became a blur in their vision.

Dipper and Mabel remembered on the fifth day the concerned looks they got from their peers who’ve known the twins for years, or at least seen their faces, asking them if they’re alright when the pair couldn’t recall which class to go to next they shared. And didn’t recognize the faces of the teachers who’ve started teaching them, and the other students. Something that warranted a parent-teacher conference. Something Alex and Dana Pines find concerning as well. 

Now, Dipper compiled a list of reminders on his notepad for himself and Mabel to use if they were to forget again, turning on alarms on their phones in case they forget the list. Mabel slept soundly with Waddles on her pastel sheets. Dipper rubbed his tired eyes and thought of his grunkles and graunties, considering the idea to call them for advice. He took his phone and pushed back the intrusive thoughts to not call them and speed dials the number. He lets the phone ring until he hears Stan on the other end. 

“He-Hey, Dipper!” Stan greets on the other end of the phone. Stan, Carla, Ford and Adeline have yet to make their trip out to Antarctica, but will be soon. “How’s it hangin’? Are you and Mabel adjusting alright at home?”

Dipper lets out a tired sigh. “Things are going pretty well, but when it comes to things like school, we’re still getting pieces of those memories in middle school back to us.” Dipper picked up the goodbye letter Wendy gave him and Mabel, looking at it as he misses where his and Mabel’s lives changed forever. For better and for worse. “And it’s been overwhelming and… we miss you, Grunkle Stan, and the rest of the family.”

Stan let out a husky sigh. “It’ll be okay, Dipper. If not right now, it will be later. I really can’t imagine how much the memory wiping affected you and Mabel. Wish we were over there to give you two a hug, but pretend we’re there, giving you and Mabel a big one.” Stan couldn’t see it, but Dipper smiled at the mental image of everyone there with him and Mabel again.

“Thanks Grunkle Stan, that helps more than you know right now.”

“It’s no trouble, Dipper.”

“Have a good night. Don’t want to keep you up.”

“Alright. Night, Dipper.” 

Dipper placed his cellphone on top of his dresser, inserted the cord of his charger in it, and falls asleep in his bed, hoping tomorrow will be better. 

Within Dipper and Mabel’s dreams...

Dipper found himself within his own dream, fully aware like he and Mabel discovered not too long after coming back home. He gazes upon the world he created for himself in his dreams: orderly, filled with many creatures he’s come to learn of within a forest, and town nearby. The sky was cloudy and there was a breeze. Dipper takes a walk on the brick road he created towards the town when suddenly, a colorful pastel door poofs into existence and out comes Mabel and Waddles. 

“Dipper!” Mabel exclaimed and her pig squealed in delight. “Took you long enough to get to sleep.”

Dipper laughed with ease to see his sister, making his dream brighter as the clouds disappeared. He opened up about what was on his mind.

“I was talking to Grunkle Stan before bed. I miss him and everyone in Gravity Falls. The memory lapses, and Bill’s power. We’re more fully aware within our dreams than we’ve ever been and can manipulate and enter other dreams too, I bet. Something we haven’t tried. Yet..” Mabel listens to her brother and thinks. Instead of trying to distract him like she would have before, she expresses her own feelings. 

“I know exactly what you mean. I miss them too and these powers, like Uncle Maurice warned us about, are pretty cool when used the right way.” Mabel makes a family photo appear out of thin air. 

It had everyone in the large family present in the photo: James and Jessie, Stan and Carla’s grown twin children. Tara Grayson-Pines, James’ wife and mother of their own children, Cormac, and the triplets Arya, Aria and Anais. Lilian Prescott and Maurice Pierce-Pines, Jessie’s wife and husband and parents of their three children Tanya (who is expecting a child of her own), Stanley Junior and Tyrone. 

Then there’s Shauna, Shannon and Shifty, Ford and Adeline’s own grown children where the latter had been adopted long ago. 

“Yeah.” Dipper sighed sadly while looking at the picture and he got a bright idea. “You thinking what I’m thinking, Mabel?”

“We should totally use our powers to traverse distance and enter the dreams of our friends and family?” Mabel paused and showed her bright grin. “Heck yeah!” Neither knew if it would be alright to just appear in their loved one’s dreams, but they won’t know unless they try. 

Dipper and Mabel together manifested a door to appear before them. The twins held hands as they entered through the door together with Waddles in tow, closing upon the three entering. They enter what appears to be a central hub within a cosmic landscape containing many, many doors -- unique to each and every person -- that lead to a multitude of people and animals' dreams. The twins have their mouths agape in wonder of it all. Dipper, Mabel and Waddle’s feet were no longer touching the ground as they simply floated within the space. 

They almost didn’t know where to start. 

“So many doors!” Mabel’s voice echoed, making her giggle. “It would take an eternity to open them all.” Dipper gave his sister a telling look that she shouldn’t do it. “Which is something we don’t have!”

Dipper created a console with his mind before him and his sister and pet pig with the intent to make searching for their family member’s dreams less of a hassle. He touches the sphere of the imaginary machine and inputs the names of each person into the memory. Then suddenly, he felt a jolt of shock run through his head that made the console turn staticy. Mabel felt it too as she held her head. 

“Ah!” Dipper groans. “There’s… there’s someone I’m forgetting!”

“Me too!” 

Waddles, being quick to act, used his pig brain to create the scrapbook from nothing with his mind from memory, squealing and showing it to the twins with his hooves turning the pages for them. Dipper and Mabel squinted at the image of the whole family gathered, voices echoing in their minds that told them of each one; starting with the older and young adults and then to the teens and a young child. Stan; Ford; Adeline; Carla; Jimmy; James; Jessie; Shauna; Shannon; Tara; Lillian; Maurice; Spriggs; Tanya; Cormac; Stan Junior; Arya; Aria; Anais; Tyrone; Isaac; and finally Quincy. 

Seeing all their faces and names in the picture, it brought back memories of all the adventures they had together. For better or for worse. Their adventures with their Grunkles and Graunties, learning the deep and dark secrets of their family members, and how they all became closer through the best and worst moments of that summer. It hurts that Dipper and Mabel were looking at the picture not too long ago, only for their mind to have blanked their memory. They’ll never get used to this. 

It brought a sense of relief to the twins as they started to remember everything again. Dipper finishes the process of making the doors of each family member appear before them; each door is unique and set apart from one another that reflects the person they belong to. Dipper and Mabel didn’t hesitate to start from the oldest members to the youngest members of the family. 

The first dream Dipper and Mabel and Waddles enter within their montage of dream-hopping is Stan’s. Stan dreams of the adventure at sea with his brother, wife and sister-in-law onboard the old Stan O’ War; they'll soon get to go on. Stan fights sea monsters, pirates, and singing shanties no matter how bad his singing was. Dipper and Mabel were pleased with what they were watching and got them excited to see more, but they had to move on to the other dreams and left through a door they created. Stan took notice. 

In the next dream, that being Ford’s, and the twins and pig watch to see Ford dreaming that he ended Bill before Dipper and Mabel could make the deal with him. It brought some unpleasant memories in the twin’s minds so they quickly left as soon as they came. Ford, too, took notice of Dipper and Mabel’s departure, presuming to him that it means Bill’s power has begun to manifest within them. 

Dipper and Mabel move on to their grauntie Carla’s dream where she is in a field of white and purple flowers with the sun in the horizon still in a permanent sunset, creating a lilac sky above. The twins find their grauntie sitting on a red and white blanket surveying the land before her. Carla appeared younger with her wrinkles nowhere to be found on her face, her gray hair back to its original brunette, and a flower in her hair. Then suddenly, a younger version of Stan appears, in a red suit and tie, his own brown hair in a mullet fashion, and a bright smile on his face. It endeared the twins while watching Carla interact with the dream version of her husband. And then, Carla and Stan began to age until they appeared as they do in the real world. Dipper and Mabel found it time to leave and move on to another dream. 

The twins and pig find themselves in Adeline’s dream. The scene depicts a forest on a summer’s day with the sun shining through the trees. There was a noticeable amount of deer that grazed on the grass and stags butting heads against each other. Dipper tries to look for his aunt, but he sees that familiar blonde doe nearby who was utterly frightened and running away from the yellow demon triangle that cackles madly. This is a nightmare. Dipper and Mabel exchange looks, knowing what they felt to do was right, and fly to catch up to the triangle and Adeline. Dipper and Mabel punch the triangle together and put an end to him tormenting their grauntie. The twins and Waddles leave quickly before Adeline has the chance to approach them as she returns to her human self. 

Dipper and Mabel and Waddles enter inside the dreams of their uncle, James Pines. The twins and pig watch him appear to be comforting a younger version of himself after pulling him out of the Bottomless Pit, looking no more than ten, and tending to the wound on his arm that will leave a mark. James reassures himself that things will get better for him. Something James needed to tell himself time and time again. Healing is not a straight road. Witnessing this made Dipper and Mabel feel relieved it wasn’t a nightmare, but a healing dream. They take their leave for their next dream. 

Jessie was fighting her own demons within her dreams. Dipper and Mabel watch their aunt fighting against a shadowy manifestation of Thistle Downe in his ragged siren form. But Jessie wasn’t so much as fighting and showing that boastful confidence she often gave off, but running away from him in fear within the setting of the Woodstick Festival at night and no one but her, Thistle, and the twins and pig present. Dipper and Mabel knew they had to do something for her, too. Mabel makes two axes appear before Jessie on the stage and Dipper warns his aunt to get them and gives her morale in encouraging her to be much stronger than him. It gave Jessie enough motivation to run up to her axes, raise them high, and charge at her nightmare, cutting him in two. But before Jessie could thank the twins, they vanished. 

Inside Tara’s dream, the twins and Waddles immediately witness Tara herself running across a vast distance within the woods in pursuit of an elk in her wolf form with red fur. Tara was getting closer and closer to her target. Mabel verbally encourages her aunt to keep going, but realizing she spoke, she covers her mouth. Tara reaches her goal and a bright light flashes, Dipper and Mabel’s cue she was waking up. The three take their leave to the next dream. 

Within Lillian’s dream, Dipper and Mabel and Waddles find themselves on a highway on a moonlit night. And driving on that endless highway was Lillian riding on a polished white Harley wearing a pink helmet, having the time of her life, driving with no destination in mind. It was just Lillian and her train of thought wandering with not one obstacle coming into view. Seeing they were not needed, Dipper, Mabel and Waddles take their leave. 

Dipper, Mabel and Waddles enter inside Maurice’s dream, finding it wasn’t like the other dreams and nightmares of the others they entered through thus far. It was the living room of the house he shares with his wives and sons. Maurice himself, a tall man with long blond hair, bushy beard and orange eyes was watching tv on the sofa. He turns and faces the twins and Waddles with a welcoming smile on his face.

“Oh hey, kids!” Maurice waved at them. “I see you figured out the dreamscape.”

“Sure have, Uncle Maurice!” Mabel took a seat next to him. “We’ve been missing you guys so we thought to see you all in your dreams.”

“We’ve only been going in their dreams, no one else's.” Dipper joined his sister and pig on the sofa.

“Good.” Maurice turned off the tv to give them his undivided attention. “I’ve been watching how their dreams have been playing out from here without interfering. I’m no dream demon, but I can see other people’s dreams of my choosing from within my own dreams. And I’ve seen what you have been doing.” Dipper and Mabel frowned, believing they were in trouble for it. 

“We were trying to fix the ones with nightmares. Is that bad?” Mabel asked. 

“I don’t think so, but I’d be careful. What happens to you in the dream will affect you in real life, too. People’s nightmares can get pretty nasty. It’s not your job to try to fix anyone’s dreams. You two deserve a break.” Maurice lets out a sigh as he can’t stop them. “But I know you guys will want to try all the same.”

“We don’t like seeing them go through those terrible things.”

“No one does. It’s up to you what you want to do.”

Dipper and Mabel nod at each other and get up from the sofa. 

“Thanks for having us here,” says Dipper, keeping in mind what he said. 

“It’s all good. Stay safe in the dreamscape.”

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Mabel smiled as her, Dipper and Waddles take their leave.

Within Spriggs’ dreams, Spriggs himself was flying across the forest as a fairy on a sunny day, resembling a Spanish moon moth in terms of the colors of his wings. Spriggs was carrying a piece of metal with gloved hands as he brought it to what appeared to be a metallic gateway of alien nature. Spriggs was engrossed in his work to not notice the twins and Waddles nearby behind the pine trees in working on his project. Dipper was interested in where it would lead. Soon enough, Spriggs finished and turned on the gateway and shines a great blue light upon activation. Spriggs flutters into it as if compelled to. But before he could enter it, Dipper, Mabel and Waddles see everything turn white and fading, a familiar occurrence when they were in Stan and Ford’s dreamscape all those months ago. 

Dipper, Mabel and Waddles couldn’t get into Shauna’s door when it faded away from their view. It was telling she must have woken up that got Spriggs, her husband, to wake up as well. They hoped she was okay as they entered into their aunt Shannon’s dream. 

Shannon’s dream was a spectacle. Dipper, Mabel and Waddles found themselves at a night club full of colorful lights, upbeat music, and familiar faces that danced on the floor or mingled at the bar. At the center stage, Shannon was the center of everyone’s attention as she danced with what appeared to be her boyfriend Clyde. She seemed happy and in her element. Mabel was digging the music and dancing with Waddles. Dipper, too, nodded his head to the beat of the music. But it didn’t last long with Dipper focusing back on the rest of the dreams he wanted to visit before the night ended. He tugged Mabel’s sweater, taking her out of the groove and followed him as did Waddles.

The next dream is Shifty’s. Shifty dream involved himself exploring a vibrant field of an array of colors Dipper, Mabel and Waddle have never seen in their world. Trees that stretch towards the red-orange sky with a blue sun shining above them. Definitely not of their world. Was it a genetic memory? Much of Shifty’s origins still remains a mystery. It is unlikely Shifty himself will ever know, but these kinds of dreams leave him to wonder what could have happened all the same. There wasn’t much the twins and pig could do but take their leave. 

Within Tate’s dream, he was fishing out in the middle of Gravity Falls Lake. Everything was quiet, save for the ambient sounds of nature around him and the light breeze on a sunny day. The perfect day to fish. But he wasn’t alone as his adoptive son Isaac was fishing with him without a care. They waited for something to happen, but nothing of significance. It was just a pleasant time without disturbance. They couldn’t blame him for desiring this after everything that happened. Dipper, Mabel and Waddles leave the dream on a positive note. 

Tanya’s dream was another story. Tanya, an intersex young woman with long blonde hair and partially toned skin, faces across from her a huge wolf with piercing yellow eyes and black as night fur. It was a face off. Dipper and Mabel knew better than to interfere in this as Waddles cowered behind Mabel, shaking in fear. They watch Tanya approach the wolf slowly. She was afraid, but she had to face it. Something unique to her since her lycanthropy awakened and began throwing her off her composure. On top of being pregnant at that.

“Okay, bud. This is how we’re going to do this.” Tanya stares down the wolf who gave her his undivided attention. “This body is my own. I don’t want you to do anything that could harm me and my child, or any children I have after. We share control of it. Got it?” The wolf narrows his eyes before he gives a snort as if agreeing with her. “Heh. Simple as that.”

Seeing as Tanya has it handled, Dipper and Mabel leave along with Waddles.

Within Stanley Junior’s dream, it was much more vibrant and quiet as if they were in a painting themselves of an open field next to a lake on a bright sunny day with little clouds in the sky. It didn’t take long for the twins and Waddles to find the sixteen year old boy who resembled much like his grandpa Stan as a teen, with the exception that his brown hair reaches to his shoulders and a full beard on his face he let grow out. Junior was painting a picture on a canvas of Dipper and Mabel and Waddles, having felt their presence the second they entered his dream.

“Oh! Hey Dips! Mabs! And Waddles, too.” Junior turns to face the trio with a smile on his face. “Dad told me to anticipate a visit from you guys.”

“Junior, your dream looks so pretty,” complimented Mabel. 

“Why thank you. Ever since, um, you know, I became more aware within my dreams and can make it whatever I want it to be, for the most part.” Junior makes the finishing touches of the painting, showing it to them when he turns the canvas around for them to see. “What do you think?”

“Awesome!”

“You captured our likeness!”

“Thanks!”

“We’ll be heading off here to see Ty’s dream, now, before our alarm wakes us up,” said Dipper. 

“No problem! It was nice seeing you again. It’s only been a week and we all miss you guys.” 

“We missed you, too, Junior!”

Dipper and Mabel waved goodbye to Junior as they left for Ty’s dream next. 

Inside Ty’s dream, the tall black boy with blue eyes, plays a white violin before a crowd of anonymous people with his right arm intact. Ty wearing a clean black suit and shoes. The melody on the strings was sorrowful and contemplative. Tears were shedding from his eyes when he concluded his song. On the final note, Ty let lightning strike him in a great flash of light, but he was unharmed and appeared renewed by the electrical energy brought upon him and his being. 

Ty was aware of Dipper and Mabel’s presence and walks up to them, his right arm fading away as he greets them with a small wave of his left hand. “Uh, hey, guys. Did you like the performance?”

The twins nod, showing sad smiles in making a quick glance at his missing arm. 

“We loved it!”

“It was electrifying!”

This made Ty laugh a little. “I’m glad to see you two and Waddles again. We all miss you back home.”

“We missed you and everyone, too, Ty.” Mabel smiled. 

Dipper couldn’t beat around the bush about it any longer. “Ty. How are you holding up without your arm?”

Ty glanced at where his arm was and showed a small smile. “I… I think I’ll be okay. Just not right now. Carrie and Fiddleford are helping me build a better prosthetic. Which is good since they’re hella expensive, normally, even with health insurance.”

“Hope it works out. Let us know how it goes.” Dipper and Mabel take their leave with Waddles and wave goodbye to their cousin. 

Within Cormac’s dream, the albino werewolf, with a long scar across his nose, was running across a grassy plain with no destination in mind on a full moon night in the middle of nowhere. It reminded the twins of Lillian’s dream. But this time, Cormac does come across a pack of wolves he joins. Cormac and the wolves howled together that sounded melodic and it seemed to carry a long distance. It was as if he and the others were singing. Dipper and Mabel leave the dream pleased with what they’ve seen. 

Within Arya, Aria and Anais’ dreams, more often than not, share the same dreams. No one knows why this is, but their strong bond could be a factor. This dream was no different tonight. The teenage werewolf triplets were enjoying themselves at the lake, a similar scene Dipper and Mabel saw before when they were saving the girls from their nightmare induced by the mares. A recurring dream. Arya was hesitant to go into the lake water, but Aria and Anais take each hand and all go together, reassuring their sister she’ll never be alone. Dipper and Mabel get closer to the end of their adventure. Only two more left. 

Inside Isaac’s dream, the teenage boy with long golden hair was looking at his reflection in the mirror. Despite having said he wanted to accept the image he was born with, he hated the possibility of looking like his biological father Preston Northwest, a man he’ll never call his father after all the horrible things he committed. A face he is ashamed of looking at. He missed what he used to look like, before the raccoon shapeshifter lifted the spell she placed on him as a baby to look like someone else. A complicated situation for not only Isaac, but for the family he was raised in. Isaac placed his forehead on the mirror and sighed. Dipper and Mabel walk up to him to share some reassuring words. 

“Hey, man, it’s gonna be okay.”

“No matter what you look like, you’ll always be you, Isaac. No one can take that away from you.”

Isaac lifted up his head to face himself again and brightly smiled at Dipper and Mabel. “Yeah. That’s right. I’ll try to keep that in mind. Just needed a reminder.”

With that seemingly settled, Dipper and Mabel and Waddles travel to one last dream. 

Quincy, the young boy of age seven, was having himself a good dream in playing with his friends he made during the fateful summer. Dani, Jack, Kylie, Jill, Gus and Sebastian, kids around the same age as him and unique in many ways. The boy in the green shirt sprouted full green butterfly wings to fly without a care in the world, and all his friends flying with him in his pleasant dream where the sun shines bright in the sky over a flowery field in perpetual spring time. Dipper and Mabel marvel at the dream being shown, and Waddles takes delight in eating some flowers. 

Dipper smiles and lets out a sigh of content.

“I think this is a good dream to leave off on.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other --”

The sound of their alarms rang that cues their adventure’s end in the dreamscape.

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Dipper, Mabel and Waddles awoke from their adventurous slumber, greeted by the sun that begins a new day. It was thankfully Saturday and they’re in no rush to get dressed yet. 

Dipper and Mabel’s cell phones, however, became the first thing they had to address as they started to ring and ring in addition to text messages from their family members. It was going to take a bit of time to answer them all. 

But there was one question they had on their mind: how was Shauna doing? Shauna, Shannon’s fraternal twin sister, having woken up before Dipper and Mabel could enter her dream. The twins imagine Shauna not having been well after what happened during Weirdmageddon, having been tortured alongside her siblings and parents by Bill before she and everyone else in Gravity Falls were rescued. In addition, residual trauma in her teens at the hands of Bill, or from scenarios unrelated when it had to do with her college friends and their adventures. 

The first call they answer is from Ford. 

“Kids!” Ford began. “Do you two have any idea what you’ve done?” He didn’t sound angry at the slightest, more so astounded by what the twins accomplished. 

“Enter your dreams and everyone else in the family; save for our parents and grandpa?” answered Dipper while scratching his head. 

“Yes! Kids, with this power, you have to be careful how you use it.” Ford paused to form his thoughts before saying. “Like Bill, I imagine you both would be more vulnerable in the dream and mindscape while visiting each person. If you get hurt in there, you get hurt in real life. I’m thrilled about this and… concerned, not going to lie.”

“Yeah, we get that. We talked to Maurice in his dream and we’re going to be careful with this power. We didn’t enter anyone else’s dreams besides you guys. We missed you.” Mabel replied while sitting next to Dipper in joining the conversation. 

“Good, good. We all miss you, too. Looking forward to seeing you both during the holiday breaks.”

“The only dream we didn’t get to enter is Aunt Shauna’s. Is she going to be okay?”

The twins hear an audible sigh on the other end and a heavy pause until Adeline’s voice could be heard on the other end. 

“After what happened to Shauna and Shannon’s eyes years ago, it was so traumatizing to Shauna she was having night terrors and couldn’t sleep at all. There’s reason to believe it’s happening again because of what Bill did to us. To put it short, he hurt us in more ways than one.” There was another pause. Adeline collected her composure to bring up the unpleasant topic. “Please don’t feel you have to fix everyone’s dreams like you did with mine and likely others. You and Mabel have already done so much. We know how to handle this with Shauna. Rest assured, she will be okay, even if not right now.”

Dipper and Mabel exchange concerned expressions and Mabel was the one to respond. “Okay, Grauntie Addi. Keep us updated, okay?”

“We will.”

#gravity falls #vulpixen and sailormew4 fanfiction #gravity falls ocs #ford pines #stan pines #dipper pines #carla mccorkle #starla #addiford #adeline marks #hntrgurl13 #scipunk63 #stanley pines #stanford pines #forever falls #obwhf au #one big weird happy family au

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Lulled to Sleep

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my late entry for @forduary Week One: Sleep. I’ve been busy and distracted throughout February so I may or may not finish the other weekly entries before the deadline. But anyhow, this takes place in the Lost and Gained AU where Ford is a parent and later grandparent. Hope you enjoy this ficlet! 

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“WAAAHHH!!!”

Ford jolted awake from his eyes growing heavy from drifting to sleep. 

Oh my. The boys need me. 

It was a dark, not so quiet night in Gravity Falls in June of 1976, little Tate and his newborn brother Shiloh were crying and needing attention within their shared nursery. Thankfully, Ford had been awake for some time in getting some writing done in his journal at his desk. He raised up from his seat and walked towards the nursery, and on the way, waved at a tired Fiddleford to let him know he had it covered and he could go back to bed. He wanted to make things easier on Fiddleford and Lucina both as he can run on little sleep.  

Ford opens the nursery door and sees little Tate holding onto the bars of his crib while standing and crying across from Shiloh who was also crying. Tate had six fingers on his left hand while Shiloh had six fingers on his right. Tate resembled much like his father Fiddleford, save for the brown hair, but it runs in his family as well as Ford’s. Meanwhile, Shiloh inherited Lucina’s black hair, darker skin tone and heterochromia eyes; Shiloh’s left eye was brown and his right eye blue. The room was spacious and colorful with painted depictions of the forest and animals and magical creatures. One day it was going to be both the boy’s room or until they choose to have their own rooms, respectively.

“It’s alright, boys, Dad is here.”

Ford scooped up Tate and Shiloh in his arms and checked if they needed to be fed, changed, etc before he got the boys to calm down. But they did when held in the arms of their father. He then takes a seat in the blue rocking chair in the room to rock the two boys to sleep after tending to their needs. He still finds himself amazed he’s doing something like this. Finding love. Including children in their active lives. And discovering new, wonderful and dangerous things in Gravity Falls; things he wants to share with his two boys when they’re old enough. And maybe they’ll share that love of adventure like he and Stan did long ago, before everything changed. 

Ford would sing the boys a song his mother sang to him and Stan when they were little. An old Jewish lullaby from what he remembers. He found it funny she taught him the song ‘just in case you wanted to sing it someday’ but he sees what she meant now. It made him feel closer to her somehow. Tate yawned and fell asleep and so did Shiloh in Ford’s arms. 

Ford would gently place the boys back in their respective cribs. 

“Goodnight, Tate. Goodnight, Shiloh.” Ford placed a gentle kiss upon their foreheads and faced the doorway where Lucina and Fiddleford had been watching him the whole time. He smiled at the two. “I thought you two were in bed.”

“We were waitin’ fer you. Couldn’t help but ta watch and listen; it's a very pretty song.”

“Thank you. It always helped me sleep when I was little. I’m actually sleepy from having sung it.”

Lucina and Fiddleford took Ford’s hand in each of theirs and led him to bed with them. 

“I thought it was lovely, too,” added Lucina. 

#gravity falls #forduary #week one: sleep #ford pines #stanford pines #canon x oc #fiddauthor #fiddleford mcgucket #gravity falls oc #luciford #lucina evergreen #vulpixens fanfiction #vulpixens ocs #forduary 2022 #tate mcgucket

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Six Fingers in Time

Hey there all! Another entry for @forduary in going with the theme of Week 3: Hands/AU where it takes place in the Lost and Gained AU, depicting times in Ford’s life involving more positive moments. Hope you all enjoy this ficlet!

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“Aw, Filbrick! Shermie! Come look!” Caryn Pines held up newborn Ford’s six-fingered hands to show her husband who held newborn Stan in his arms. “He’s got the six fingers like my father has!” Filbrick grunted, less enthused as his wife and the mention of her protective father brought back memories of how he didn’t like the old man of Caryn’s. But young Shermie was ecstatic.

“That is so neat!”

“He’s going to be made fun of,” bluntly imputed Filbrick.

“Well it didn’t stop my dad from living his life, and it won’t stop Stanford’s. He’s perfect as he is.” Little Ford giggled.

“You can shove off, Crampelter!” shouted young Stan at the older boy and his other two boys as they walked away laughing. Stan snorted and looked back at his twin brother who had tears forming in his eyes and his hands behind his back. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Sixer. No one makes fun of your hands on my watch.” Stan gave his brother a tight hug. 

Ford really hoped this would stop at some point when no one cares how many fingers he has on his hands and be treated as normal. 

“Hey, fellas!” greeted a young Andy as she and her penpal Lucina Evergreen approached the twin boys at the beach. Stan and Ford stopped what they were doing on their wrecked boat and faced their friend, and a new girl to them, walking up to them.

“Hey, Andy!” Stan waved.

“Greetings!”

“Who's the new girl?” Stan asked. “Don’t think we’ve seen her around here or in school.”

“You remember me mentioning a penpal, right?” Ford and Stan nodded. The girl with the lengthy black hair shyly shuffled her feet, her bangs concealing one of her eyes, but keeping her left brown eye exposed while holding her hair. Andy smiled at Lucina. “These are my friends.”

“I’m Stanley Pines! But call me Stan.”

“And I am Stanford Pines, but you can call me Ford.” Ford extended his hand to shake hers. Lucina gasped upon seeing Ford’s six fingered hand in immediate amazement at seeing something unique she hadn’t before. Lucina shaked his hand with hers. 

“Wow… six fingers. That’s… really neat!” Ford blinked. He was taken by surprise upon the new girl’s reaction to his hands. It was much better than what happened with Cathy Crenshaw. He was almost at a loss for words until Lucina moved her bangs away to reveal her right eye being a light blue. Complete heterochromia. 

“Complete heterochromia. That’s so cool!” exclaimed Ford. He then realized he still held onto her hand and let hers go, not wanting things to get awkward. “Oop. Sorry. It’s just nice to know there’s someone else who is different like me.” Lucina blushed from the compliment, happy he didn’t find her too weird.

“No, you’re okay. It’s nice to see someone who’s different like me, too.”

Ford held hands with Lucina along the beach at noon before they headed to the prom with Stan and Andy that will take place later tonight. It was their last day together before Lucina had to take the plane home to Gravity Falls in the morning. Ford wouldn’t see her again for a while and wanted one more night with her. Ford couldn’t believe this was all real. That he found someone he had a real connection with ever since they met as younger kids. It seemed so long ago. 

“Lucy.” 

“Hm?”

Ford and Lucina stopped at the edge of the shore where they couldn’t get their feet wet. They stood next to the swing set where they used to play as children. Ford put thought into the words he wanted to express to Lucina. Emotions swelled between the two teens. 

“There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while.”

Ford and Lucina took a seat on the only two swings. 

“Ever since you came here these past summers, you made me feel I’m not alone.” Ford faced Lucina with a genuine smile. “When you looked at my hands, you weren’t put off or creeped out at the sight of them. A girl screamed at me when she saw them, and it made me feel awful. But I thought about you and seeing your eyes, it made a world of difference in my confidence.”

Lucina had her long black hair brushed back, her eyes being seen. She had to take a deep breath to respond to him.

“You did the same for me. People thought my eyes were weird and I couldn’t stand the staring. But when you look at me like you are now, you… make me feel less alone.” Lucina reached for Ford’s hand. Ford almost pulled away out of habit, but he let her hold his hand. She pulled him in for a hug that made him stiffen, but Ford eased almost immediately and wrapped his arms around her as she did the same.

The pair parted as the time was near until prom, for now, and they had a feeling it’ll be a good time with one another. 

“Sweet sarsaparilla!” gasped Fiddleford upon seeing Ford’s hands. “Is that polydactyl?”

“Um, why yes!” Ford stammered, fighting the urge to hide his hands behind his back. He found himself doing it again since arriving at Backupsmore, but when he’s around Lucina, he doesn’t feel afraid. But with this young man who seemed intrigued by his hands, he had to give him a chance. “I’m Stanford Pines!” He extended his hand for a shake. Fiddleford shaked hands with him back in eagerness. 

“Nice ta meet ya, Stanferd. I’m Fiddleford McGucket. Seems like you and I are roommates, I reckon.”

“You reckon right, Fiddleford. I’m glad you aren’t put off by my hands like other people have pointed out.”

“Don’t see why, friend. Can’t always help what yer born with. I’m not one ta judge and ya seem like a swell fella.” Ford chuckled.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Now allow me ta show ya around the room.” Ford followed Fiddleford inside the dorm where his college life began. 

Ford watched as all four of his children Tate, Shiloh, Shauna and Shannon interacted with one another in the living room. They each shared six fingers, save for Shannon who has six toes on each foot, and it brought back those memories of when they were born. When Tate and Shiloh came into the world with six fingers on their left and right hand respectively, Ford vowed to teach his boys to never be ashamed of the features they have as he felt before as a child. For Shauna and Shannon, they were born in a world within the multiverse; they never had that issue as Ford did in his childhood as it was treated normal in the eyes of many strange-looking people and creatures. Seeing them happy with themselves and their polydactyly inherited from him made Ford content. A wish that was granted later than expected, but Ford wouldn’t have it any other way.

#gravity falls #forduary 2022 #forduary #lost and gained au #gravity falls ocs #vulpixens ocs #ford pines #stanford pines #vulpixens fanfiction #week three: hands

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Memories Past

Here is my fourth and final entry for @stanuary this year for Week 4: Past. It is set in my Lost and Gained AU. Again. But I wanted to write something that I’ve wanted to do for a while and this has been a good excuse for it. There are ocs of mine who are also from the OBWHF AU and new ones for this au. Hope you all enjoy!

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Stan took out a photo album of his that documents moments in time he received from his wife Andrea’s parents all those years ago that began their journey together as a couple. The first photos of him and Andy together when they were teenagers. Back then as a teenager, Andy wore her auburn hair short in a bob and she liked wearing turquoise colored tops and blue skorts where the stripped skirt reached her knees and dark blue boots. Stan sighed while turning each page of pictures.

That night at prom where Stan wore that slick pink suit and pants, and Andy wore a blue-green dress with a white corsage around her wrist. Stan carried Andy in a bridal style for the photo with his then-girlfriend having wrapped her arms around his neck. And right next to his picture with Andy was Ford and his then girlfriend/now wife Lucina Evergreen, who came all the way from Gravity Falls to be his date of the evening. The four had a grand time dancing and drinking punch. Stan and Andy did much more after they dropped Ford and Lucina off at their respective places at the time. 

Fast forward to Stan sitting next to Andy at the hospital holding their newborn twin children, James Stanford and Jessie Catherine Pines, on May 5 of 1972. Looking at this picture brought back those emotional feelings of happiness and nervousness he felt back then of becoming a new dad. There were ups and downs that came with parenting, but Stan figured he did alright and used what he learned when his and Andy’s third and final child, Leroy Stanley Pines, four years after James and Jessie were born. Leroy was born with bright ginger hair, unlike his older twin siblings who had brown hair in the next photo after passing through photos of when him and Andy were hopping state to state with their kids and dog Butch they had at the time. 

Stan turned the page to the photo of him and Andy marrying in Las Vegas with a sea-themed backdrop. It was exactly what they had in mind for a quick, no-stress and cheap wedding where their kids got to witness. Andy wore a white dress with a sea green sash around her waist and pearls around her neck and Stan in a black suit. 

Stan paused and looked up at the wall where his first comic book was displayed in a frame right next to Andy’s master degree in marine biology. Before coming to Gravity Falls and what followed after. A rough time for the family. Stan had to put his dream on hold for a while, as did Andy in order to get Ford, Lucina, and their twin daughters in an unexpected twist.

But before that were to happen, Stan continued to browse through the pictures that fast forward to the grand opening of the Mystery Shack, his three children getting older and beginning their lives with their own jobs, finding love, and forming families of their own. James got married to a werewolf woman named Tara Greyson with four children Cormac, and identical triplets Arya, Aria and Anais. Jessie found not one but two people, Lillian Prescott and Maurice Devlin-Pierce to be with and had three children, Tanya, Stanley Junior and Tyrone. Then Leroy had found his own love with a man named Harlow McCorkle and had one son, Arlo. Stan and Andy had one of each grandchildren’s picture within the album as newborns. Those grandchildren have grown so quickly since then. 

Stan was almost finished with the album when Andy came inside. 

“Hey, handsome. See you’re lookin’ through the old book.”

Stan kept the album open and let out a chuckle. “Yeah, And. I guess I felt like going through it.” Andy wrapped her arm around her husband in affection. 

“Nothin’ wrong with feelin’ a bit nostalgic. Time sure has flown away.” Andy let out a heavy sigh. 

“Almost through with it, anyhow. Getting to the part where we hired Soos.” Stan turns the page and finds a younger Soos with a question mark t-shirt that was bigger than he was at the time, but he would grow into it. “Let me tell ya, he became one of the best employees we ever had! Not counting our kids and grandkids, because we taught them the trade.”

“I wholly agree. Do you think we can keep the Mystery Shack goin’? You aren’t gettin’ any younger.”

“Yer right. And that’s if Sixer wants to keep the place a tourist trap, but I think it grew on him. I do have an idea who can keep it going.” Stan and Andy exchange smiles. 

The moment was broken when Ford entered the room. 

“Stan, you said you’ll be picking up the twins at the bus stop, right?”

“Oh, right!” Stan put down the photo album on the bed and gets up on his feet. He gives his wife a parting kiss. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Love you, Stan.”

“Love you, too.”

#gravity falls #vulpixens ocs #vulpixens fanfiction #stanuary 2022 #stanuary #lost and gained au #stan pines #stanley pines #week four: past #canon x oc #standy

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For What It’s Worth

(Another fic for @stanuary where it’s a combination with Week 2 and 3, Sacrifice and Crime. Hope you all enjoy!)

Summary: A young Stanley plans for revenge, but can he face the consequences of it? Thankfully, Ford is there to provide options. 

Young Stan checks, checks and rechecks the list of gear and equipment he has for the job he planned to perform. The boy tests the rope’s durability in tugging it, then nodding in approval. He inspects the metal bucket that would be big enough for himself to fit through. And lastly, the long red firecrackers, small box of matches and lockpick he intends to use for his scheme. He deviously chuckled to himself.

A young Ford enters the bedroom, raising a brow at his twin brother, knowing he has something awful planned for an unlucky soul. And judging by the items, he knew who he plans to use it on.

“Let me guess, Stanley, you’re going to throw firecrackers into Crampelter’s bedroom to scare the living daylights out of him.” Stan makes a pouting face at his brother for his correct assumption.

“What? He and his dumb friends deserve it for picking on you all the time, and this is for my own satisfaction, too! Plus, it’s not like it’s going to hurt him bad; at least make him piss his pants.” Ford frowns in dismay and places a hand on his well-meaning brother.

“Stanley, I know you want to protect me, but I’m afraid one day you’re going to take these antics way too far and you won’t be able to get out of trouble so easily.” Stanley waved his hand nonchalantly.

“Pssh, I’m not gonna commit murder or anything that dark. There are things even Stanley Pines won’t do! One of them being letting bullies get away with the shit they do to you and me. Or anyone like use for that matter.” Ford sighed, having an ill feeling about what his free-spirited brother was going to do.

“I just hope you know what you’re doing. I’ll come with you in case things south.”

“Can always count on you, Sixer.”

Later that night…

Stan and Ford waited until nightfall when everyone was asleep in the building to make their exit. Like they have done many times before, Stan and Ford tied their bedsheets to the bed, using it like a rope to climb down into the alleyway where their shared bike awaits them. Stan taking to steering and pedaling the bike with Ford sitting on the carrier end as the boys ride in the night to Crampelter’s apartment.

On the way, Ford began to have an ill feeling about what his twin brother was about to do. He grimaces the thought of Stanley getting an even worse punishment by their dad, or even the law itself. The firecrackers have the potential of hurting Crampelter and his friends. Ford knows the mother will make sure Stan suffers the more severe consequences after the whole incident when Stan decided to steal one of her bras for laughs.

“Stanley, this doesn’t feel right. I know Crampelter has been mean to us, more so me, but you can get in serious trouble for this.” Stan let his bitter thoughts be known as he gritted his teeth and kept his eyes focused on the road and traffic.

“Poindexter, I’m not just doing this for you; this is for both of us. To get him and his asshole friends to leave us alone for good.”

It was not long before the boys arrived at the modest appearing apartment complex. Stan knew which window leads to Crampelter’s bedroom, having been there on multiple occasions to throw eggs at him. This time, he was taking it a step further.

Ford growing more and more hesitant about the whole illegal deed and whispers to urge Stan. “Stanley think about this. I’d hate for you to end up in Juvenile Hall over this if it comes down to it. I do not see this going good for –”

“Okay.”

“What?” Stan snorts, crossing his arms.

“I won’t do it. Thinking about what you said and you’re right, this was dumb…” Stan sulks to the bike and gets into the seat. “Well, let’s go home, Sixer before our parents and Shermie finds out we’re gone.”

Ford gets into the seat behind his brother and make the ride back home, the two being silent on the way back.

When they climb into their bedroom with no one knowing the wiser and Stan patting the head of his possum Shanklin, Ford speaks up.

“Hey, Stanley, thanks for listening to me. I was scared for you, you know. And… I don’t want to lose my only twin brother.” Stanley smiled at his brother and brought him in for a hug.

“Thanks for talking me out of it. Besides,” Stan lets go and shows a devious grin, “I thought of something even better than firecrackers. Crabs.” Ford let out a laugh.

“It does sound better. And funny too! They’d think they have a infestation.”

“Glad we’re on the same page, Sixer! High six?” Stan raised his hand, palm open.

“High six!” Ford high sixes his brother.

The following night, Stan and Ford were outside of Crampelter’s apartment again, but this time, instead of firecrackers Stan intends to throw into the bully’s bedroom, was a sack of crabs gathered from the beach earlier that day. Stan smirked as he untied the sack and pours over a dozen crabs into the room through the opened window. When he was done, Stan quickly shut the window, locking it and within seconds hear terrified screams coming from the room, Crampelter and his friends getting pinched and snapped at by the ornery crabs in the room.

Stan and Ford laughed all the way back home as they ride their bike into the night. Crampelter not knowing the wiser.

#gravity falls #GF #stanuary #stanuary 2021 #week two: sacrifice #week three: crime #stanley pines #stanford pines #stan pines #ford pines #vulpixens fanfiction

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Always the Charmer

(fanfiction for @stanuary 2021, Week one: Charm. Set in me and @sailormew4 ‘s au One Big Weird Happy Family.)

Summary: Stan’s teen daughter in need of a push to a bold direction. 

Gravity Falls 1988…

It was summer’s night when Stan decided to sit out on the porch of the shack on the sofa he kept outside instead of some plastic or wooden chair, kicking back to relax with a Pitt Cola in hand while watching the night sky in contemplation. He was not alone, however, as one of his children, Jessie, walks outside to sit with her dad. Jessie flips her long brown hair and huffs upon sitting down with her arms crossed and leg over the other. It was clear something is upsetting her. Stan faced his daughter to ask her with concern in his rough voice.

“Hey, Firecracker, what’s eatin’ at ya?”

Jessie could not stay mad when her dad wants to try to help her. She frowned and looked at her dad with her saddened amber eyes. “Well, other than Shannon being a twerp like usual, I’m just… frustrated that I can’t seem to get it out to my best friends, Lilli and Maurice, that I want to go out with ‘em. I like both and… I don’t wanna to choose between them and potentially hurt the other.” Jessie looks away from her dad, bracing for a reaction while looking at her scuffed-up boots. “Lilli has the best sense between us three and I admire how driven she is. Maurice is one of the goofiest, daring guy I know. Like ‘em both for a lot of reasons that I see in no one else.”

Stan had to take a minute to process what his teenage daughter was confiding. My daughter is growing up fast. Maybe too fast, Stan thought to himself with a sigh. He knows sooner or later; it will be the same with James his son possibly finding love. Stan wanted to be careful with what he wants to say that would help his daughter best, afraid he will screw her up and her chances being happy. Of course, he was always aware of that possibly happening throughout his and his family’s life. But he also knows all he can do is his best.

And that is what Stan will do as a man and a father. Stan looks serious at his daughter to say one word.

“Both.”

“Huh?”

“I said, both, Firecracker.” Jessie quirks a brow as if the word sounded foreign to her.

“I don’t get—"

Stan reaches to pat Jessie’s shoulder next to him. “Tell them both how you feel. Either one of them may or may not reject it. That’s it! But even if they do, it’s not the end of everything. Sometimes, you have to take a leap and see what happens. Either you make it to the other end, or not. Probably not the best metaphor, but you know what I mean, kiddo. You got my charms.” He lets out a laugh that made his daughter laugh with him. “I know it helped me woo your mama.”

“That ain’t the only thing I got, Daddy!” Jessie reaches to give her dad a tight hug, having been getting physically stronger since she was younger. “And thanks, Daddy. I’ll let you know how it goes after I tell them.”

“That’s my girl!”  

Later the next day…

Stan and his wife Carla were talking in the living room while watching tv together on their shared loveseat reclining chair.

“You think it’ll work out with Jessie telling Maurice and Lillian how she really feels about them?” Stan gives his wife a confident grin.

“I like to think so, Hotpants. Our kids deserve good folks to love and who would love and care for them back. Like us!”  Stan and Carla smooch one another in a loving manner.

The front door swings wide open, revealing Jessie with a big smile on her face and running up to hug her dad. Before Stan and Carla could speak, Jessie exclaims.

“I confessed! They BOTH say they will date me! Thanks so much, Daddy!” Stan laughs and shoulder-hugs his daughter back, bringing a big smile on his and his wife’s face.

“Ah, don’t mention it, Firecracker. Glad it worked out for you three. Maurice and Lillian have always been good in my book.”

“Same here, dear!” Carla gasps as she got an idea. “How about we celebrate with inviting them over for dinner tonight?”

“That would be cool, actually. I’ll go call them!” Jessie bolts into the kitchen and grabs the house phone.

Stan grins to a job well done.

#gravity falls ocs #gravity falls #sailormew4 #vulpixens fanfiction #one big weird happy family au #stanuary #stanuary 2021 #starla #stanley pines #carla mccorkle #stan x carla #obwhf au #stan pines #week one: charm

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👶 - Mystery Trio, perhaps? Or 🏝️, if you'd prefer.

I’ve decided to combine the two into one fic! And this is the result of this Mystery Trio short fic as they end up on an island with very special water. Somewhere out on a seemingly deserted island in the middle of nowhere, 1980….

Stanford Pines was walking ahead, using a machete to cut away the heavy foliage of the humid jungle along with his twin brother, Stanley Pines. Ford’s assistant, Fiddleford McGucket, in tow. They were determined to find the materials needed to repair their ship and sail off to the mainland. But first, they must find a viable source of water. It wasn’t long before complaints on Stan’s part were being made. 

“How long is this gonna take before we find fresh water?” Stan cuts away another branch, “We’ve been trekking out here for hours, mosquitoes are biting the hell outta me, and I’m starting to get hungry and thirsty!” 

“Sigh. I know, I know…. Stanley, if there is wildlife out here, then there’s likely a viable source of water they thrive off of,” groaned Ford, being tired himself as they’ve been stranded for a few days, more than ready to return home. Fiddleford had to agree with him. 

“Ah reckon we should be getting close to a source of…” Fiddleford spotted, from his peripheral vision, what looked to be pool of water with stone walls at the edge except for the sole entrance, guarded by a younger man clad in old Spanish armor carrying a poleaxe in hand. “Think we should ask that fella? I mean, he could be reasonable.”

Stan and Ford exchanged perplexed expressions, the three wondering why there was a man guarding that pool. However, seeing that there was a person, they came to the conclusion they stumbled upon a possible civilization hidden from the world. What appears to them, at least. Ford noted the armor and weapon, “What he’s wearing seems familiar–”

Stan had Ford stand aside, “Familiar or not, we’re going to get some water.”

“Stanley, we have to be careful!” warned Ford, him and Fiddleford following Stan out to the clearing of the dense jungle to confront the guard. 

“Hey, man with the pointy stick and metal butt, can we get some of that water?” Stan asked with an assured grin. That grin turned to an alarmed frown when the man points his poleaxe at him. 

“None must enter here by the order of my superior, Alejandro the Bold! If you are looking for drinking water, you won’t have any here.” The young Spaniard glanced behind him, “This water is… special.”

“Is it the most holiest water in existence or something?” questioned Stan. 

“Well, it does have some magical properties.”

Ford and Fiddleford couldn’t help to pry further in intrigued. “Can you tell us what sort of magical properties? I’m Stanford Pines and my partner here, Fiddleford McGucket, we’re scholars. My rude brother here is Stanley.”

“I ain’t that rude,” Stan mumbled back. 

“I can’t reveal too much, I’m sorry. But my name Leon Rivera-Cruz, pardon my own rudeness.” The lone soldier had to ask of the three men, seeing their more modern clothing he hadn’t seen before, “But can you tell me where you men came from? I’ve never seen such clothes.”

“From Gravity Falls, Oregon. The United States of America.” The Spaniard gave a confused look that prompted Fiddleford to ask, “It’s 1980, and it looks like you’ve been away from the rest of the world for a long time.”

“I….” The soldier was bewildered. It had been hundreds of years since he and the rest of his comrades had been off the island. It didn’t take Ford and his brother and assistant long to piece everything together to figure out what the soldier was hiding.

“That water has been keeping you and your men alive, hasn’t it?”

Leon nodded, relenting to tell the truth, “It is. The others want to keep it to ourselves no matter what and never leave. Why I can’t let you pass.”

Not wanting to stand by any longer and wait, being thirsty as he was, Stan rush passed Leon and dunk his head into the pristine pool age-reducing water, taking two big gulps of it before raising his head in satisfaction. Ford, Fiddleford and Leon were flabbergasted. 

“STANLEY!!!”

“What? This water is good! I can already feel better now that –” Stan’s voice cracked, sounding much younger as his whole form was engulfed in light, changing his form to appear as a ten-year old child within seconds. Thankfully, his clothes changed with him as shrunk. Stan was a child again before his brother and the other’s eyes. “– I feel much better!” Stan didn’t notice at first until he saw how much taller everyone else was. Stan raised a brow, “Why are you guys… taller?” Stan looks at his hands, then his reflection in the water to see that he has changed back to a kid again, “Holy shit! I’m a little kid! Whoo, I’m a little kid!”

“Sweet sarsaparilla, Stanley, hopefully this is temporary,” Fiddleford remarked, wiping his brow. 

“Oh it is. You have to keep drinking the water to remain young.” Leon points to the opening of the rock face where the water was coming from, “It comes from there. There are colorful stones in there that have touched this water that gives its power. My superior broke a piece off, but it lost its magic the moment it was removed from the base.”

“Fascinating!” Ford said, documenting the discovery in the first journal. “We don’t aim to stay here for long as we are stranded and in need of repairs and supplies. Though while we wait, I can study this if you don’t mind, Leon.”

Leon nodded, pleading Ford, “Um, yes, we can help repair what ship you have and let you three be on your way. Just promise you’ll keep this whole place a secret. The rest of the world would taint this place.”

Fiddleford, Ford and Stan agreed. 

“Yeah, whatever, old/young guy. Kinda feels nice being a kid again,” grinned Stanley. “No aches and body pain like an older person.”

Fiddleford asks, “Could I take a sip of this? See if the amount of water affects how much age is reduced on me?”

“Great idea, Fiddleford!” encouraged Ford in eagerness. “I’ll even try it myself. Stanley, how much did you drink?”

Stanley thought for a moment while he climbs up a tall coconut tree, “Two big mouthfuls, I guess.” Stan yelps, seeing a coconut crab, “Ah! Fight me, buster!” Stan uses fisticuffs against the large crab, knocking it out of the tree and had it scurrying off to another tree. “Yeah! Can’t take on a kid like me, you crusty idiot! Pines! Pines! Pines!

”Leon doesn’t bother to say no this time, “Be my guest, but just a little. Drink too much and you become an infant for a whole day like what happened to me the first time I drank too much of it.” He chuckled at the thought for what was a lifetime ago. 

And so, Ford and Fiddleford tested the youth-giving waters and stones. The scientists found it amazing as they’ve heard of the fabled, Fountain of Youth, but never thought to find something similar to it. Fiddleford took no more than a small gulp, turning him into a young teenager again, him having been more lanky and flexible back then. Ford ended up taking notes along with two big gulps like his brother did, turning into a kid himself. 

Stan took notice of his brother’s change, finding a good time to ask him, “Hey, Sixer! Why don’t you come play with me like we used to as kids? At least until it wears off.”

Ford gave it thought before agreeing with Stan, “Alright! And we can fit into smaller places we couldn’t before.”

“That’s the spirit, bro!” Stan laughed as him and Ford go off. Fiddleford making sure they don’t get into too much trouble on his watch. 

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Someone to Count On

Series: Gravity Falls

Characters: Stanley Pines, Tanya Pines, Stanley “Junior” Pines, and Tyrone “Ty” Pines. 

Word count: 817.

Summary: Stan consoles his grandkids while going through a death in the family. 

A/N: I wanted to write something for @stanuary 2019, but I was having trouble finding time and motivation since working a more full time position at work. This going with the theme: Comfort. I at least found time to write this taking place in me and my and @sailormew4 au, One Big Weird Happy Family (OBWHF) where Stan does have kids and grandkids. It also applies to an au I want to write later, too. Hope you all enjoy!

Inside the Mystery Shack’s attic room, 2006….

Tanya Michelle Pines (age 15), Stanley “Junior” Maurice Pines (age 10), and Tyrone Pierce “Ty” Pines, sit inside the decent size room, each on one of the three small beds for them, appearing sullen, tired and heartbroken after what occurred a week prior. The three having witnessed their father’s, Maurice Pierce-Pines, demise; of which was labeled as a stunt gone fatal. The three deny there was nothing accidental with what happened to their dad. Still, they were in mourning for his loss.

Maurice was a big part of his kids lives with his amiable, daring and eccentric personality. He was what inspired each of them to pursue art in its different forms. Tanya wanting to be an amazing tattoo artist in her own right. Junior wanting to paint cars and anything else that would love to be colorful. As for Ty, he chose the art of music in playing the violin and fiddle, but he wasn’t sure if he wants to perform as a career or not. The three love their parents equally, but now it felt like a vital piece was missing.

Tanya was sketching a picture of her dad’s former motorcycle that burned with him, ‘Dustkicker’, inside the sketch book, idly. Junior drawing nothing but green circles on the wall with chalk while sulking in the corner, not having smiled since his father’s death. And Ty playing his handheld game, along with his siblings going through grief in their own way. The three rose their heads when they hear an audible knock on the door coming from outside the room.

Stan’s voice on the other side asking, “Hey, kids, wanna let your Gramps in? I’d like to talk to all three of you before dinner.”

Tanya raised her head from her sketchbook, permitting, “Sure, Grandpa!” She figured it has to do with her dad, and that Stan and the rest of the family was concerned for them.

Stan opened the door and entered the room, frowning to see his grandkids in such a state of despair that he thought he could offer what amount of comfort he can give. He had plenty. “Hey, uh, kiddos. May I sit on the bed with ya, Tanya? You three need to hear what I have to say about your Dad.”

Tanya sits next to Stan while Junior and Ty climb onto the bed with them. Ty getting in Stan’s lap, but he didn’t mind. As soon as the three get comfortable, Stan takes a deep breath, “Kids, look, I never had the best relationship with my own pa. You all remember when I told you about him, right?”

“The bastard?” Ty recalled, having heard him and his ma (Jessie) say it about Filbrick a few times in the past.

“A fuck-face!” exclaimed Junior. “That’s what Ma likes say.”

“That he was pretty much a abusive piece of shit for kicking you out, among other issues he caused,” answered Tanya, making Stan roar in laughter, being proud of his grandkids for being blunt about their thoughts. Those lessons in swearing paid off.

“You kids do me proud as a grandpa. Well, I know your dad loved you three a bunch and did his best to raise you right.” Stan rubs Junior and Ty’s heads before he continued, “Maurice grew up much of his life without a dad around, you know, and only had his mom but she did best to raise him right. That tattoo artist, Rough Sketch, helped your dad a lot while growing up. However, he had trouble being a parent himself at the start before Junior and Ty came around. I mean, when Tanya here was about a year old, Maurice left the front door wide open when he took a nap and the little rascal crawled right out the door and went all the way until Soos’ grandma found her at her place down the street a few blocks away.” Tanya smiled a little, having known the story when she was told how her and Soos first met as babies.

“Your dad was so scared, he cried and thought he was a bad father for having done that. I told him after the fact he was far from it and that he shouldn’t have left the damn front door opened in the first place. Maurice vowed to do better since. What I’m getting at is, we should remember your dad how he was in life. Your mom’s are grieving, too, like we all are. None of you are alone, remember that. Okay? As long as me and the rest of us are around, I’ll be here for you kids if ya ever need anything. Anything at all.” Stan opened his arms wide for each of his grandkids to hug him, and they did with tears in their eyes. They were definitely going to need him.

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Family Indeed

Characters: Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Soos Ramirez, Waddles and Wendy Corduroy. 

Summary: When Stan gets bitten by a werewolf and goes through the transformation, it’s up to his family to help him pull through it while a cure is being found. Including for Dipper too.

A/N: This is a birthday request for @newgin-clever-title-goes-here . Hope you enjoy it as everyone else does for this short story! 

Late at night at the Mystery Shack….

It was a cool night with the full moon high in the sky amongst the stars in that cold vastness. The home below it stirs with activity as it was that time where emotions run high. Not too long ago, Stan was bitten on accident by Dipper, of whom became a werewolf when he was attacked, recently, and now the older man was going through a rough time adjusting to change in his body and mood. Luckily, they have family to make sure things didn’t get too out of hand.

Downstairs, Ford was coming up with the cure for lycanthropy while Soos, Wendy and Mabel were tending to a werewolf Stan and Dipper. Ford working diligently as he usually did to expel the curse from his brother and great-nephew.

Stan whimpers while lying on the ground, curled up as Mabel gives him comforting pets. Stan would rather have been anywhere else in the house to protect his family from himself if his newfound animalistic urges were to activate. Sensations he hadn’t experienced before in all his life. However, Mabel insisted to have him and her brother near so they can get through it together. Stan admires how persistent and caring his great-niece can be when it came to helping those who need it most like himself. It did him proud as if he were her father.

Soos being there to wrap Dipper in a bear-hug that wasn’t too tight, the werewolf boy letting out some disgruntled grumbles, yet it was slowly easing him. Soos was singing a song in Spanish his grandma sang to him to calm him down. Dipper reminding himself to learn the language to understand what Soos was singing about, but it was beautiful like a lullaby that didn’t put him to sleep. As for Wendy, she was extra muscle in case she has to hold Dipper down from lunging, while also muzzling his mouth shut so he wouldn’t bite anyone. So far so good.

Soos stops singing to ask Dipper, “Is the song doing any good, dawg?”

Dipper could only manage to respond with that sounded like, “Kinda, Soos. I’m not all anxious.”

“Awesome! I’ll keep going,” Soos beams, continuing with the song.

“Doing awesome, Dipper, buddy,” Wendy remarks, giving a thumbs up to Dipper and Soos.

Mabel petting Stan’s face as she spoke softly, “It’s going to be okay, Grunkle Stan. And Dipper too. We’re here. I’m here. Your brother’s going to find that cure, and everything will be right again!” Mabel hugs Stan’s furry neck. Waddles being there for emotional support.

It was then Stan knew he was in good hands, sweeping him with great relief that after so many years of having been and felt alone, his heart was warmed by his family. If they can prevent an apocalypse from happening, then they can help him and Dipper through their lycanthropy.

Within a few hours, Ford makes his appearance, holding up a vial that appears to be the solution to cure his brother and great-nephew.

#gravity falls #werestan au #vulpixens fanfiction #comfort #stanley pines #stanford pines #stan pines #ford pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #waddles #soos ramirez #wendy corduroy #i know it's really short but it's alright #platonic family love is awesome! #newgin-clever-title-goes-here

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Hey all! I am happy to say after all this time, here is the 82nd and final chapter of ‘One Big Weird Happy Family’ and can be found on @sailormew4 ‘s fanfiction.net page here and concludes over four years of work put here on our parts. Thank you all for giving our story a read after all this time. We want to thank @hntrgurl13 and @scipunk63 for letting us have their character Adeline Marks in this story as well as the addiford ship by scipunk63 and co-writer of the character. 

Hope you all enjoy this chapter and there is more to come in the future with what comes next!

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