YAAAAY U REPLIED TO MY ASK! 1!!! 1! 1! 1!! (also Can We Have Some More Shadow Hating Robotnik For Existing

btw guys, you can do spoiler text on AO3! here's the html:

<details><summary>the text you want people to see</summary>The text you want to spoiler or hide</details>

it turns it into a little toggleable drop down that shows things and then hides them. it's great for content warnings in ao3 notes if you're worried about spoiling your fic--people who feel like they can proceed without any specific warnings can do so but people who want to see a warning or spoiler can choose to.

i tried it on firewatch au chapter three, it works:

if that html doesn't work, then here's the reddit comment i got it from by an r/ao3 moderator and former ao3 staff memeber. I copied it from here and it worked perfectly, but it didn't paste into tumblr so I manually typed it.

i like to think ivo was going through it on that planet

In a Cat! Stan au where Stan is some kind of small to mid-size wild cat, I imagine Ford would be in firm, firm denial that Stan wasn't just a feral cat while Fiddleford is pleading with him to send Stan to a reservation or something. Like, on his knees begging while Ford is just calling his idea insanity because, obviously, Nikola isn't a wildcat! Ford, 12 PhDs, would notice!

Fiddleford would like Nikola more in this AU, though, because I think with Fiddleford being raised on a farm, he'd know the wild/domestic division very well and would not expect good pet behavior from a wild animal. He would be annoyed as hell at Stan's innocent act with Ford tho.

I imagine if Ford realized Nikola isn't a house cat would end up with Ford 1) thinking Nikoka has been illegally smuggled into the US and 2) debating the ethics of keeping a wild animal just to decide it's okay because Nikola has obviously been around humans too much to take care of himself, and so Nikola needs Ford, and no reserve or zoo could do it as well as he can. Obviously. (Ford is 100% delusional.)

This can become even funnier if Ford finds Stan's car, realizes Nikola is comfortable there, and convinces himself Stan is the one who smuggled Nikola in the first place lol. This would lead to both mushy feelings as Stan, his brother, meets his beloved cat and angry feelings because Stan, his brother, yanked his precious cat from where he belongs; poor Nikola >:C Ford being protective of Stan from Stan is adorably hilarious to me.

If Ford never accepts this, I imagine him denying Stan's wild status even when Stan reveals his identity, and it becomes a running gag in the family. Ford is the only one who truly doesn't think Stan's a wildcat, but everyone else refuses to give up on the joke, and it drives Stan mad. Especially if everyone else was a big cat lmao.

Also, while I've imagined stan as, like, a black-footed cat or Asian wild cat, I now realize it would be even better if Stan was, like, an ocelot or a serval, something so obviously not domestic, yet Ford is in denial anyway.

Sorry about this being so long, I like to talk lol.

In an Au where Stan is a small wild cat breed, Ford is 100% in denial about it. Now, he isn't an expert on wild cats, so at first he just has no idea, except that if Stan is any breed that's very obviously exotic this becomes hilarious. Fiddleford is pulling up all kinds of books and articles about whatever kind of wild cat Stan is, and how he needs to find some kind of expert to take care of him, but Ford is looking away. Nikola is a sweetheart and loves him and is very obviously a house cat!

Fiddleford also excuses all of Stan's behavior as that of a wild cat who isnt suited to living a domestic life. Except that Stan is very much not like this with Ford, so whats up with that?

Ford lives in denial until they find Stan's car, and Stan gets very cozy with it. Then immediately he 180's into 'of course Nikola is a wild breed, and i bet Stan is responsible for this poor creatures poor socialization. Now he's too used to humans to ever go back to the wild so i might as well keep him :)" This is now just another one of Stan's mess's he's cleaning up, and there's no reason to look further into how Nikola got here or where Stan is now :):)

Then 180's again when its revealed to be Stan. No way Stan's a wild cat, that's his brother >:(. His brother couldnt be a wild animal. (This has nothing to do with jealousy, Ford just knows his brother). Ford was right all along, Stan's a house cat and nothing else >:(.

Basically no one is ever going to be happy with Ford's opinion on what kind of cat Stan is. He's determined to be difficult.

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

priorities

*as always: do not tag ship

(and also youre too young for her but you just cant get that one to stick in your brain, can ya?)

I feel like I would have been diagnosed with OCD a lot earlier if the vast majority of screening questions (for mental illnesses in general) weren't based on the person's perception of their own behavior, in isolation. and what i mean by that is asking someone with OCD "do you wash your hands excessively?" is not a good question.

a person with OCD believes they are washing their hands the correct number of times. it's not excessive. we believe we're exhibiting best practices and helping to keep everything clean.

better questions might be, "does it seem like you wash your hands a lot more than your friends or family?" "do you get dry patches or cuts on your hands from washing your hands?" "do you find it deeply distressing, more so than how you've seen other people react, when you get something on your hands that you can't clean off right away?"

being asked "are you overly preoccupied with bugs, symmetry, and contamination?" also got "no" responses from me years ago in my life. what they didn't ask for, and didn't know, was what *exactly* I was doing in my day to day life that genuinely ate up my time and mental space to a concerning degree, but I *didn't know* that other people don't do this.

"do you spend a lot of time cleaning?" -> no, it's not a lot. it's a good amount. why?

"do you become frustrated because it seems like no one else meets your organizational and cleanliness standards - do you often 'take over' for other people because they can't do it right - do new friends seem surprised by how strict you can be about your living space?" -> oh. yeah. yeah I get it now.

Something something about love something about denial something about uchihan gods and religion headcanons something about the weight on Madaras shoulders and about his intrinsic belief to never know peace.

Okay, I'm doing this anonymously because I'm being a bit vulnerable here, but I really want to tell you how much I love your fics.

I have two older siblings, but I only have a good relationship with one. The other is someone I don't talk to and haven't talked to for years. It's a long and complicated story that I'm not going to dump on you, but the main gist is that we have a terrible relationship, and I know we are never going to have a good relationship, no matter how much I try or have tried.

I've mostly healed from this and accepted that sometimes relationships don't go how you want them to, but still, when I get sad, I read about my favorite doomed siblings making up and having a good, or sad, time depending on my mood.

For the past several months my favorite sibling duo has been Stan and Ford. Reading your fics has really hurt in a way that was really healing for me because I felt the care between them and the love and passion both between Stan and Ford, and between you and you're writing.

Even though my sibling isn't dead, I can recognize and relate to the kind of grief of losing a sibling, alive or not, and the disconnect from someone who you were never supposed to be so disconnected from/

My situation is much different from Stan and Ford's, both in the show and in your fics, but even so, there's something about your writing that makes it all feel a little kinder, even when it isn't.

There is a care between Ford and Stan that you portray so well, that I know me and my sister lack, but being able to read and share in that is still incredibly healing.

The ultimate point is that, even though I don't get sad about it often, it still hurts, and reading your works made it hurt just a little less. Or more like, hurt in a different way—a better way, I guess. So, thank you for writing, and I hope to read whatever else you make.

I'm sorry if this was too much. I didn't mean to be so heavy, and you can totally ignore this if you wish. I just wanted to say my piece, lol.

Okay Anon. I want to thank you, very sincerely for this.

Grief, and the inherent, human nature of missing someone, is something that spurs in a lot of my writing. I think that might be why I've stuck around Gravity Falls for so long, but I digress. That simple and yet so complicated emotion of wanting someone, alive or dead, to still be around.

I lost people when I was growing up. Good people, too early, and the grief doesn't leave. It's an anchor, and it's incredibly heavy. But I've found, that every once in a while, when you're on your own two feet and grounded, it's good to pick up that anchor again.

It's good to stand and see how it feels in your arms, that pulling gravity of grief, because then you can get better acquainted with it. You don't get used to it. You never get used to the heaviness of it, but if you learn how to pick it up and hold it, it makes it so the weight doesn't pull you all the way down.

And that's what I like to do with my writing, at least in the sense of grief. Abandon My Eulogy is a story about grief. It's a story where I get to pick up and feel the weight, write it out some, to test the water.

But I'll tell you a secret.

It's a story that I'm writing. And this time, in this universe, in this world, the grief doesn't win. Death doesn't win. Missing your sibling and never talking to them again, doesn't win.

Because this story was always going to have a happy ending. There was never a moment, writing this, that I wasn't absolutely positively sure that eventually everything would be okay. Because that's the kind of stories I write.

And I think it shows, just a little. The care that underlines everything isn't because I'm necessarily all that good at writing, or because I know the characters inside and out, but because while writing, I always remember how the weight of grief feels, and with every word I type for that story, underneath it, I'm also writing Not This Time.

I am so, deeply satisfied that this story has helped you. I'm so proud, and so happy that this story acts for other people the way it does for me, in a way that underlines the best part of things. That we keep going, and that things get better. Because they do.

I'm writing the ending to this fic, and while it's a little sad to finish Abandon My Eulogy, I know that putting it down will put the last rock into place, and fit the whole thing together. I'm excited to share.

Thank you.