I decided to draw one of my fav BGs from Gravity Falls! Gosh it took so long to finish it but I’m super happy with the outcome (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و ̑̑ ✩ Click for bigger size!
Many years ago I found ten symbols in a cave. Some I recognized then, some I only recognize now. The native people of Gravity Falls prophesied that these symbols could create a force strong enough to vanquish Bill.
He remembers Ford yelling at him that he’d ruined his life and he remembers Ford falling though the portal. Stan thinks the person he used to be can’t have been that great. Finally, he remembers Ford saying he wanted the Shack back at the end of the summer and he’s scared he’ll be made homeless if Ford thinks he’s recovered. Part 2
Whelp, this turned into a thing. I had already wanted to write something with ‘Stan remembering the portal incident and being kicked out’ and these asks spurred me on. So here we go, some brotherly angst and fluff, blended in measure.
Morning arrived with the curtain call of a nightmare. He couldn’t exactly tell what this one had been about, the details already fading, the ghost of a cry unmade left clinging to his lips.
There had yet night so far where he hadn’t dreamed vividly, leading him to believe that his memories, while content to play hide-and-seek in the light of day, had no qualms jumping out from the shadows, shouting for his attention when he least suspected it.
Rubbing his eyes, Stan fumbled for his glasses; he was unfocused enough these days without the added blindness. As he searched for his spectacles, his fingers brushed something else, the soft fabric dragging against his skin.
Once he had his sight back, he saw what it was, and beamed softly as he recognized it.
The sash Mabel had made with her own two glitter-glue washed hands, and had recently re-given him, “To remember who you are and all you’ve done for everyone!”
Our Hero, the sash read. Stirring a feeling within his heart as it beat to the memory of the twins’ laughter, warm and dear as sunlight.
Yes, that was what everyone had been saying, ever since he awoke at that clearing in the middle of the forest. And he recalled enough details at this point to realize why they regarded his deeds so highly.
Yet he couldn’t shake this nagging guilt, this sense of being some impostor, a fraud that was not owed their gratitude. At first it was because he could not relate to this Stanley Pines whatsoever, being a stranger to his own self. Later, as the memories returned, it was for exactly the opposite reason – he was beginning to get an idea of who Stanley Pines was.
And there was some debate inside his brain on whether or not he deserved all the praise he’d received.
Been rewatching Kill La Kill (the first half of the series was rewatch, the 2nd half was all new to me), and I forgot this was a meme back when the series first aired….