Well Angry, Well Sitting, He Needs To Rest Finally

mindscape talks

The premise of my fic, Ad Infinitum lmao

my 2 pieces for the @gfwayfaringstrangerszine​!

i absolutely loved working on these, & i have individual prints up here and here ♡

How to not get along with your co-worker

*closes memory album while creaking on my wood chair* And that is, my dear grandchild, *i say, adjusting my crocheted blanket* how they discovered male pregnancy.

Coffee and Conclusions [Stanford Pines x Reader] FLUFF

Tags: Fluff, Young!Stanford Pines, Pre-Portal incident, just Ford being a sleep deprived nerd

When you went to check on Ford, the laboratory down stairs was in a state of disarray- even more so than usual.

Papers filled with hurriedly scribbled scientific notations, equations, graphs, and triangles(?) Littered the floors. All sorts of machinery bits laid scattered from an unpturned basket of them. And Ford? He was paced around wildly, six fingers clutching a crumple stack of papers while mumbling to himself.

You called his name, and he stopped his pacing to shoot you a grin that could rival the sun in it's brilliance.

"Ah, Starling, there you are! What time is it? Did you get the parts I asked you to fetch for me?"

"I did, but, Stanford, what is all this?"

You strode closer to the chaos, the eye of the storm- Stanford Pines who gratefully took the box of parts you fetched from town.

"I am close to cracking the code- well, one of them. I can feel it! I'm drawing close to an astounding conclusion!"

"And probably a heart attack." You drawled, eying the empty cups of coffee stacked high on his work table.

"So long as it comes after the portal test run!" Ford joked.

You fix him a glare and he smiles abashedly.

"By next week, we should be able to initiate test runs and optimization checks for the portal!"

"Incredible," you whispered.

Your eyes drifted to the triangular structure that towered over the two of you. It was dim in the lab, but in less than a week, it would be lit up with otherworldly light, buzzing with energy- if what Ford was saying was true.

"This could be the answer to all our problems!" Ford beamed, fist balled up in the air triumpanthly.

A hand gently yet firmly snaked around your shoulders, you were pressed against Ford's chest. You're screaming internally as you caught the scent of fresh pine, coffee, and ink on him.

"That's great, but are you alright?" 

Now that you were closer to him, you noticed Ford's unruly appreance. His chocolate brown hair was tousled and sticking up in places, as if someone took a vacuum, tried- and failed- to tame it. There was a coffee stain on the untucked hem of his button-up, revealing a bit of the soft skin hiding underneath. There were even more ink stains on the cuffs of his sleeves. His eyes were blown wide with delight, a contrast to the dark shadows forming under them.

His smile was easy and wide as he looked at you, eagerly waiting for any sign of your approval. You swear you saw goddamn sparkles in his eyes just now.

Somehow, his haggard appearance made your heart quicken. Damn this fool for not taking care of himself and somehow manages to STILL be attractive!

"Oh noooo, you've drank to much coffee," you groaned, stepping back from him.

A part of you mourned the warmth of his body, but it was getting hard to think being that close to him. Besides, you needed to set him straight- he's running on fumes!

"Oh yes! Yes I have, but that's besides the point, my dear. I needed to chase a certain equation that's been puzzling me and Fidds for a while now. I simply can't sleep, not when the solution's at the tip of my tongue!"

His words were hurried, you barely registered them as the sound of his velvety smooth voice called you "My Dear".

Your cheeks flush and you sighed, running a hand through your warm face.

"Stanford Pines, you need to sleep, it's been two days!"

"Sleep? Perish the thought! I need at least 34 more hours, if we're being generous, to figure out a way to stabilize the anti-gravity compression cogs of the portal-"

Ford was about to launch into another rant when he ran into you with his pacing. He wasn't the most coordinated and self-aware whenever he was sleep deprived. So your face bumped his chest, making you stumble back.

"Oh! Sorry, starling, I am feeling... a little  indisposed right now."

The nickname made you melt. But that wouldn't do, you needed to put your foot down and make him rest.

You quirk a brow as Ford chuckled wearily, clearing his throat and stepping back. When he wasn't busy talking your ear off, you can see the lines of sleepiness painting his face.

And here it comes, the wave of exhaustion- the crash that often followed days and nights of drinking coffee like water. Ford yawned, a hand covered his mouth. You sighed, shaking your head fondly at your friend.

"Man, you were always like this. Even in college. Come up, you fool. Rest up, new ideas will come when you wake."

Without waiting for his usual protests, you grabbed your hand. It was always effective in silencing him. You grinned at him over your shoulder before dragging him up the stairs.

Stanford was always weak to when you held his hand- especially in college. It seems that trait survived years after graduation. Six fingers curled gently against your small hand as he finally surrendered to your nagging.

"I have jelly beans waiting for you upstairs, IF, you promise to eat something filling."

Ford beamed, the apples of his cheeks turning pink at your promise and touch.

I literally wrote this at 4-5am and if I don't share it now I probably won't share it ever so I'm sorry if this sucks lmao

The Bad Timing

It was an autumn evening in 1981 and you and Ford were on the sofa, cuddling.

"I loved you ever since you met me."

Ford tilted his head to look at his lover laying on his chest. "When I met you?"

"M-hm." Was all you said. Ford chuckled.

"Don't you mean 'When I met you'?"

You smiled, still not looking at him. "Nope. I meant when you met me." Then you finally looked at him. "Because if I loved you when I met you, it would be weird."

He was silent for a while, thinking. "I don't get what you mean, darling."

You chuckled. "It just feels right to say it that way."

This confused Ford even more but when he opened his mouth to ask, you gave him a look that said "Don't think about it that much." So he changed his mind and didn't ask anything. 'It must be something that doesn't make sense but they like anyway.' he thought. You had things like that, he got used to it. You actually thought him not everything has to be factually accurate and sometimes doing some things in the wrong way was more fun. Just like this sentence, although he couldn't see the appeal to it yet.

You planted a small kiss on his cheek and he kissed your head. You both savoured this moment of cuddling on the sofa on an autumn evening, while his mind wondered off to the day you met in the library.

~

While he was in the portal he thought about you every day. One day he remembered this moment and he smiled. He still couldn't figure why you said it that way. But it didn't matter anymore, did it? He was lost in other dimensions and he lost hope on going back to his own. By that time he thought you would've moved on and maybe found someone else. Even though he knew that was most likely the case, it still hurt him to think every time. He just hoped he could go back one day and reunite with you and his brother.

After he came back from the portal, he was expecting to see you, if you were still in Gravity Falls, maybe married and with kids, grandkids even. It would hurt him for sure, but also help him to get over you.

He decided to ask Stan about you. Maybe you were still here and he'd get to see you once again. But before he had a chance to ask him, he saw you.

You were right there, right in front of him, at the gift shop, rearanging some items. You had your headphones on and were humming the song you were listening to. You didn't notice him until you felt his gaze on you and turned to him. You smiled politely and took of your headphones as you approached him.

"Hi! You must be Mr. Pines' brother, right?"

He looked confused and surprised at the same time.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." You extended a hand to shake his hand. He waited for a while, like he was lost in thought. After a few seconds he finally snap out of it and shook your hand.

"Stanford Pines." His voice betrayed him and shook a little.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Pines." He mumbled something like "You too." before you excused yourself to get back to work.

He looked behind you. All his thoughts about this reunion was crashed. Because in no scenario he thought that you would not remember him. He also, in no scenario, did ever think that you would be the same age he met you.

He went down to his lab in a hurry. He needed to be alone. He couldn't understand what was happening. How did you not age at all? Were you not human anymore? Or were you ever a human or were you something else this whole time? A vampire, perhaps? Or had you find a way to stop aging? How come you didn't remember him? Did you act like you didn't know him on purpose? But it really was like you two were meeting for the first time back there.

Then it hit him. The thing you said over thirty years ago. The time he met you. You had loved him the moment he met you.

"Because if I loved you when I met you, it would be weird."

Your words echoed in his head as he finally understood it all. He met you thirty years ago, but you met him just now, at the gift shop.

You must have traveled back in time. You weren't from his time. You were from now, the year 2012.

So at the end of the day, you had no chance on getting back together. Not because you were married, not because you were over him, but because of something you both couldn't control: The bad timing.

Hoo boy, all the typos I gotta fix

Bill Cipher x Bounty Hunter!Reader Concept

Wherein Bill escaped the Theraprism, and Dimension #5150 sends their best bounty hunter after him. YOU!

But none of them ever expected you to fall in love with him.

The Theraprism was a place built to rehabilitate. But with the Great Axolotl's sudden disappearance, a lot of convicts used the opportunity to slip away and disappear. Among them, was the infamous Bill Cipher.

~~~

You pick up his book after finding the last human who read it. Your mind is hungry for information about him- the first ever convict to escape the Theraprism, a space outside of time, a place of redemption.

How evil and powerful do you have to be to escape such a place?

You convince yourself you're reading it to find out where he is. To know the scale of Bill Cipher's crimes. But deep down, you knew better than that.

It was helpful in tracking the triangle down, but also for entertainment.

"Slow days? Why don't you come on over for a drunk at O'Sadley's, my favorite pub in the entire Rock Bottom Asteroid Belt of the Vicious Spiral Nebula! Their "I'm Fine" juice is guaranteed to keep you coming back."

The book entertains you on a boring day.

"Ever think to yourself, mystery reader, what would happen if two warring planets collided in an epic, world-ending display? Ya ever pick up any romance novels? I'm a sucker for Enemies-to-Lovers fics, myself. So I made two planets kiss once, it was COOL! FIXED THEIR LITTLE WAR PROBLEMS TOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

There was a lot of filler pages just filled with "AHAHAHA"s, you noticed.

The contents were indeed disturbing. At least, to a mortal or any normal person. You've seen worse in your line of work, really. But so far, all you saw were funny little stories of mischief and shocking antics. Nothing of a dimension or planet killer.

Perhaps, that was all that he wanted you to see.

"SAY PAL, I KNOW I ASKED YA LIKE A BAJILLION TIMES ALREADY... BUT D'YA WANNA MEET UP FOR A DRINK? I COULD USE A NEW DRINKING BUDDY AFTER THAT LAST ONE GREW A SPINE AND TRIED TO ZAP ME OUT OF EXISTENCE!"

The book spoke to you. Tried to befriend you. You knew deep down it was a ruse, that it was manipulating you. It even asked you to give it some of your blood, once. Ha! No one would ever fall for that. So you decided to take a break from it.

The next time you opened it, the words written there weren't so funny.

"Y'know, I wish I could see the look in your face while you're reading this", the book wrote, its ink fading into splotchy letter.

"Why are you stalling? What's taking so long? Can you really not find me, or is it that...."

A singular, giant eye flashed through the darkened pages of the book, startling you.

"...You're having fun reading my book? You're enjoying my stories, aren't you. Ya sick little freak! We're not so different, you and I."

"You're not as good and moral as you think you are, [REDACTED]."

Upon surrendering the book to the Wardens of the Theraprism, you were tasked with hunting Bill down.

You closed the book after that, heart hammering in your chest. You couldn't look at it for days.

~~~

Shaken yet determined to do your job, you set out after him. It needed to be done, the book was made of lies. The book was made to manipulate the reader.

You needed to do your job, before Bill destroys more lives. You needed to be a Warden, and bring him to justice.

You needed to go back to your monotonous, violent, and bleak life, where all you did was spill blood and-

You needed to find Bill.

He asked you time and time again to have a drink with him.

And you knew just the bar to find him in.

Psst, thanks for reading!

Pitching an idea into the void here. The reader isn't human, still fleshing out what she is. But she is an entity whose SOLE purpose is to be a bounty hunter and warden to the Theraprism.

i have such insane cuteness aggression against ford its not even funny

🔺FOR SCIENCE AND REGRET!🔺

I made these cursed pages for Chapter 5 of Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part [Bill Cipher x Female Reader], a totally normal(!) rom-com where you "accidentally" marry a triangle and now your life is held together with sarcasm, eldritch glitter, and emotional damage lasagna.

Font by: ~ Chloe ~ !!!

Check out the fic here: Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part

Featuring: Poor decision-making, interdimensional marriage drama, passive-aggressive eggplants(?), Ford Pines experiencing seventeen emotions and repressing eighteen, Bill making inappropriate jokes, a reader with morals (not good ones), *cough cough* probably some smut along the way + ROMANCE (questionable)