#anistarrose

GRGRGR. thank yew but hhhfhfhfhfhf ok well theres like 50 billion scenes like that

umm first i rlly like this scene from "not with a bang more like a splat" because i think its just hilarious

second. this fucking. scene. from "can there stop being consequences or something":

"Eda’s figure is a shadow, soft light spilling out from the hall. Pale hair and amber eyes, the fuzziness melds into a different image, that, for a moment, becomes startlingly clear.

Don’t go, they just manage to think, black crowding their vision. Don’t…

Darkness falls over the scene as his eyes finally snap shut." its my own fic but it makes me feel fucking insane and so upset. sprinkling in stuff abt the collectors past/family is probably one of my fave things to write in swa, especially how he tries very hard to not think abt it all and act like he doesnt care about what happened but in this moment theyre sick and delirious, mental walls usually standing tall now broken down, and the only thing they can think of is their longing for someone dead. his desperation for them to not leave. reaching out with a hand, as if he could pull them back to him again--but theyre already gone "They get a spray bottle to deal with the table. As they scrub, Eda…

…starts humming. 

He pauses. 

They turn to look at her. 

In morning’s light, her silver hair shines, short and jagged. A voice not made for singing. 

The image is very different. 

He blinks. They shake their head."

the collector is subconsciously trying to find familiarity in eda. the bad, the good, all of it. he cant help but keep comparing her to people he used to know, hows shes different, how sometimes she feels or looks similar these 2 scenes juxtapose the way eda ignites a very nostalgic feeling in him while also being so, so, so different. they dont really know how to process that--on top of being unwilling to process his grief or trauma in general. the collector doesnt realize this, but he has a lot of expectations of the kind of eda person is, and keeps finding himself confused or even... disappointed, that she isnt that person theres just always something missing THIRD........ i am going to take this as an excuse 2 talk abt several things that can be tangentially construed as related to ur question but whatever. my birthday was an hour ago i can do what i want the collector has a habit of picking up sticks chap 14: They pick up a stick and point it. “Probably not, it’s hard forcing yourself to wake up. Guess we gotta take the long way out.” chap 23: “Hmm.” The Collector leans down to pick up a stray stick. With that, they turn around and walk into the bushes. chap 25: The Collector moves steadily, like he knows exactly where to go. He almost feels like they do. 

Until they stop suddenly to pick up a stick from the ground. 

“A stick,” he says. 

“A stick!” They raise it in the air. “Hmm.” He taps it into his hand. “Yeah, this is a good one.” chap 29: They set down the skull. He grabs his stick and walks farther out. As soon as they draw a circle around their feet, she understands what they’re doing. - i also make the collector exclaim with a "wah!" sound a lot... its meant 2 be a cute parallel to kings "weh!" . and also projection, because i say wah a lot - the collector has a tendency 2 tug his hair when distressed chap 16: “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” she says gently. “Please?”

He groans, tugs at his hair, then sighs. “You can’t tell Eda,” they say.

chap 22: He stares at it, burning behind his eyes. They want to scream, they want to scream, they want to scream. It builds in his throat, choked off as he only manages a wheeze. They duck their head into their knees, grabbing their hair and squeezing their eyes shut. chap 23: “But that doesn’t make sense!” they burst, then flinch at their own volume. “I don’t—I don’t understand why you… why everyone… you don’t make any sense.” He grips his hair, eyes shut. They broke her rules, they hurt her arm, they keep doing things like this, why won’t she just be mad? 

But before he could reach his intended altitude, a few yards short of the stalactite-dotted ceiling, something pulled him to a stop — not a bony hand at his shoulder this time, but a fuzzy constricting sensation around his scythe-bearing arm. When he looked down, he saw a web of tangled red threads, impossibly thin yet ensnaring him from wrist to mid-biceps — and every single one of them led back to Barry Bluejeans.

the magnus and davenport one is a very heavy wip. it's got a total of 339 words but I wanted to include it bc I need to write more of it sdlkfsd. but it's basically davenport teaching magnus how to drive the starblaster, and what lead Up to that decision. and then maybe having magnus convince dav to teach the others, or magnus himself teaching the others. they gotta know!! just in case!! [cycle 65 looms ominously in the distance]

the lucretia-barry one is basically a fill-in-the-gaps story of what happened with the two of them during the voidfished years. interacting both with Lich Barry *and* with Madam Director. and kinda just,, the parallels and how they play off each other. they're both so certain they're in the right, and that the other is in the wrong, but that doesn't erase 100 years of caring about each other.

basic vibe is "i hate that you're doing this, but I'm not going to leave you helpless." here's a snippet with lucretia going to retrieve the Bulwark Staff!

and you know what, just to induce some randomness, one of the untitled gf ones of your choice <3

wip title ask meme

father and forgiver: answered here!

words never spoken: oh man, so. this is the brain trauma au, aka the au where ford getting repeatedly zapped by lightning during weirdmageddon has degenerative effects, that unfortunately don't become evident until he and stan are already out on the boat. and at the same time, stan starts having more frequent memory lapses

i wrote So Much of this, and it's all v melodramatic and sad, but not all that medically accurate fhfkshfk so looking back on it i kinda cringe bc of that. and esp after learning more about how to depict disabilities in fiction i'm like "man i wish i had done this better." i'd love to go back and give it the rewrite it deserves but it would def be a big task

most of this is straight up angst but here's a lil funny moment i still enjoy:

It's funny, you never really thought of yourself as old—perhaps because you never really expected to live this long—but now you keep seeing signs of your age in nearly everything you do. Your hands are less steady, your steps are less sure, and you find you get worn out a lot faster than you used to. Even your mind doesn't feel quite as sharp anymore. You could almost laugh. You finally stop running, and it all catches up to you in the blink of an eye.

"It's not fair," you gripe to Stanley as you do the dishes one evening. "At this rate I'll be drinking prune juice and going to bed at 8:30 by the end of the month."

"Happens to the best of us, Poindexter," Stanley chuckles a little too gleefully, clapping a hand on your back and making you nearly drop a clean plate back into the sink. "I'm just glad to see you acting your age for once."

"Mm, yes, I'm sure you are," you say wryly, yawning despite the early hour of the evening and the cup of coffee you had with dinner.

"You better rest while you can," Stanley jokes, grinning. "I'm not gonna be picking up your slack once we set sail!"

"Oh? And why shouldn't you?" you tease back, mirroring his grin. "You are the younger twin, after all. Seems only fair you should give your poor older brother a break by doing more of the work." You dry your hands and hang the damp towel around Stanley's neck. "In fact, why don't you start right now by washing the rest of these for me?"

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gf 5: post-finale fic where ford, worried about the effects of the memory gun, talks stan into getting an MRI. during the scan, stan gets a flashback to being trapped in a car trunk and starts panicking. stangst central babeyyy

btw did you know the magnet is always on. this singular fact cemented my headcanon that ford's metal plate is not magnetic bc otherwise i would have to throw this whole fic in the trash sgfkshfkdjf

anyway here's a tiny paragraph of the aftermath (bc i never wrote anything past it):

fic rec! post canon Gravity Falls, Stan centric fic. 57K

Summary: Time isn’t linear, Stan has a catchy piano tune stuck in his head, and blue flames threaten to consume the peace that the Pines family has found.

I imagine she makes an earpiece to communicate with Frobo later

[ID: a digital drawing of lup posing with one hand behind her head. she is a freckled, brown skinned elf woman with long curly brown hair. she is wearing a white round brimmed hat, a white overcoat hanging off one shoulder, a short pink dress, and pink boots. end ID.]

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