Congrats Stanley, Real Proud Of You Pookie!! 🎉🎉

I got really bored lol

Also, this is the dynamic I think of whenever I write the mystery trio together

References

And that is why the Grunkles can’t go back to Italy

You better run Stan, cause if the Italian police dont catch you, Ford certainly will

This is because of this post and @otsalezu and @stoicjewel

And also because the Stan-Had-Something-To-Do-With-The-Pope’s-Death joke is just. My favorite

On their trips around the world looking for creatures,

Context:

1 - Ford is attracted (not that way; I mean, maybe) to anything dangerous, and will ask anything questions. Stan has a sense of self preservation and was rightfully afraid of the 7 foot faceless man in the forest.

2 - Dipper or Mabel had a creepypasta phase, and they told Ford all about creepypastas and Slenderman. Vaguely knowing who he was already, they ran before shit could go down.

3 - Again, Ford's curiosity and lack of self-preservation getting him in dumb situations. Stan saving the day as normal. Ford was damn near close to a dangerous incident.

4 - Lame.

Some drawings of the pines twins I had lying around

The forbidden glowstick

mcgucket getting home from a swinger party at 2 in the morning after doing copious amounts of coke trying to act normal circa 1979: hey there squirt what are you doing up?

yes thank you for putting the idea in my head that tate knew about his unfaithfulness the whole time but was told to keep it a secret

Since you all seem intent on making this as sad and depressing as possible, allow me to add a bit of lightheartedness/humor.

What if Ford just catches Stanley's ghost in the house one day, similar to the grocery store clerks? Maybe he's just chilling in the gift shop, and absolutely scares the shit out of Soos just for kicks.

Or he keeps knocking the exact same mug off the table once Ford sits it down, similar to a cat. Just to see the frustration and confusion on his brother's face. Sure, he doesn't remember anyone in the shack, but he can still prank them, right?

Maybe Ford almost passed out when he sees Stan's face in the mirror instead of his own. And not in a depressing "we have the same face" way, but Stan is making the most ugly, fucked up face he can possibly muster while Ford is walking past a mirror at 3am.

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @thefallenangel2008 @ravmycupine

just wanted to add some thoughts to the memory vial/brain dead au (or whatever we're calling it)

because of course ford's guilt about using the memory gun on stan is so much worse than it is in canon, not just for the obvious reasons but also because like

this wasn't the plan

Stan agreed to have his memories erased—of course he did, the whole thing was his idea. But he didn't know he was going to die. Granted, I feel like Stan probably still would've been willing to make that sacrifice if he had known that. But I don't think Ford would've.

Ford just thought he was turning his brother into an amnesiac, and even then he almost couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. And of course he knew it was going to hurt, having Stan look at him like he's a stranger, but at least that's the outcome he was preparing himself for.

He was not prepared to see Stan's body topple over on its side, his unblinking eyes staring blankly ahead. Ford rushes to his brother's aid, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to rouse him, calling his name (except, he wouldn't know his own name anymore, would he?). Stan's not moving. He's not breathing. Oh God, he's not breathing. Ford glances at the memory gun on the ground next to them, and horror washes over him as he realizes what he's done. The gun erased more than just memories, it erased everything. Stan's brain was a floppy drive and Ford was the magnet, wiping it clean and leaving it broken beyond repair.

No, no, this wasn't the plan. Time to call off the con. This wasn't supposed to happen. Stop, cut, abort mission, abort mission!

But it's too late. What's done is done, and he can't take it back.

Oh God, I killed him.

Sobbing now, Ford mutters choked-out apologies, first to Stan's body as he holds him tight—and again at his grave after he's buried. And the apologies start up anew every time he visits.

As the years go on, Ford is haunted by all the what-ifs that might've saved his brother's life. What if he had thought to type "Stanley Pines memories" into the memory gun instead of just "Stanley Pines", would it have kept his essential brain functions intact? Hell, what if he typed in "Bill Cipher"? Would that have been enough to kill the bastard and still let Stanley keep most of his memories and, more importantly, his life?

Ford doesn't know the answer to that question. And he'll never know. Because as much as he longs for it, he'll never have that chance to go back and do it differently.

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