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Ilumi, I'm having a dilemma since yesterday and I need your advice on this! While sketching some artworks, I suddenly have a realisation on Aster & Anne Nieve's relationship! The more I try to bury it down and deny it, the more it claws my soul!

As we both know, Aster is so traumatised by his parent's tragic relationship that he has vowed himself to make sure no other version will suffer the same way again. He never understood why they would risk it all and hurt themselves worse, even when both of them were aware of the risks.

And then he meets Anne Nieve. Now he understands why.

As they get closer, their affection for one another blossoms. The signs of love are obvious, and though Aster may try, his heart cannot ignore it.

Aster and Anne Nieve wanted the love they deserved, but they were aware of the horrible past of their parents that birthed them. They know their love for the other is reciprocated, but they cannot act on it.

And now the history books of the shelves are repeating itself once again...

Holy shit this is becoming like the Time Traveller's Wife plotline here! Should I continue this or change it? Help!!! DX

Btw, to clarify the last ask, being Afterlife Retired means he's literally dead and cannot walk/interact on living soil. To get there, they must have something from that place in order to visit Aster (ex. a small vial of the beach sand)

Hello Mirror! I apologize for my late answer because i- may or may not have gone a bit overboard with my answer, but in my defense this was very interesting to analyze! I'm tagging you in case you don't see it @mirrorworldangel

Hoooh boy where do i even begin with this one. My friend, I never ever considered these two together, so it was definitely a pleasant surprise when this brick hit me square in the face. And honestly? The more I think about these two together, they could actually work! Anne Nieve seeing Aster as her guardian angel, Aster trusting Cleopatra (his literal daughter-figure and longtime companion, mind you) to Anee; it’s obvious that these two possess a really strong bond. Not only that, the both of them share a similar past - which would have strengthened their bond significantly, they both understand each other on a deep level when it comes to that.

“He never understood why they would risk it all and hurt themselves worse… and then he meets Anne Nieve. Now he understands why.” Oh Mirror, as an avid angst lover, please allow me to join this wagon. Man, both of them being terrified of going through what their parents went through (a justifiable gear, Aster literally lost his dimension because of it). For some reason I feel like it’s Aster that would try to push down his feelings more. This man has seen and lived some things, not only does he have mental scars, he also has physical scars. One of the main factors of his character is how much he yearns and fights for his family. I wouldn’t exactly say that he sees Anne Nieve as a form of redemption or a “way to fix his problems” (hell no, he respects her a lot to even go into that territory), I'd say he’s… apprehensive, a bit scared too.

Anne Nieve is a star (not only in ballet and celebrity world, but in his eyes too), she’s social and educated, she has a life and dreams, she has so much going on for her, she deserves better and everything - which just makes him not want to act on his feelings even more. Aster is old beyond his years, what does he have to offer to her? Even entertaining the idea only serves to make him feel worse. Anne Nieve is his little sister, someone he trusts and adores, so many things could go wrong and he doesn’t want to lose that bond. The possibility of tying Anne Nieve down or even passing down his cardiac problems to children is terrifying, even if he’s dead (for some reason. I can't help but remember Blade Runner 2049 at that). For him, those feelings were merely formed because of their shared trauma.

Ough, forgive me if I'm wrong, but Anne Nieve gives me the vibes to mull over her feelings. Not loud, but like internally (and because who would take her seriously? Her? Having romantic feelings for her half-brother? Anyone would be extremely worried about that). I feel like she’ll also repress but be more… I wouldn't say completely welcoming to them, but she’s more open to what she feels compared to Aster. Unlike Aster, I would argue that she does indulge in her feelings/fantasies, because that’s all they are, fantasies. Anne Nieve is observant, she’s assertive, and Aster knows that. So man, both of them hiding their feelings would be a hell of a conflict.

Aster technically saved her life, if it weren’t for him, she’ll probably be dead (which is, unnerving to think about to be honest, imagine how different their paths and lives would’ve been if they didn’t meet each other). That definitely would mess her up and how she feels about her feelings? Are they actually genuine or something formed out of the debt that she feels she owns to Aster? So many questions and little answers from both sides.

For some reason, she reminds me of a dove and a swan. Not just because of her dancing abilities and her calm personality, but also because most of the time, it’s the woman that chooses her partners. Not only that, physical touches actually strengthen their relationships, and they’re known for mating/staying together for life. So between the two of them, she wouldn’t outright tell Aster, but hell when it comes to them showing the barest form of vulnerability to this possible romance, it’s her (my girl kicked him out of her apartment in the middle of a snowstorm, she knows what she wants, but she wouldn’t corner him because of that).

Needless to say, the pining, yearning and a bit of miscommunication are going HARD on this one. My friend, I can't exactly or 100% say whether you should change it or continue as I don't exactly know much about the story that you’re writing…

HOWEVER, this is one hell of something interesting to explore, be it in a one shot, an AU or analysis of their relationship and individual selves, I would tell you to continue it (because- i’m curious (⁠〃ﾟ-ﾟ⁠〃⁠) and i want to see both of them suffering before getting to their happy ending - IF THEY EVEN HAVE ONE, THAT IS). God, it would take both of them so long to even allow themselves to feel they deserve this type of happiness with each other. Man this was such a fun question to wonder about, thank you for sharing it! Definitely curious with whatever you have planned for these two *i think with malicious intent*

Hi Ilumi! Hope you have a good time at uni! I got another inspiration to share with you and it's about Aster and Elliott.

So we both know that Eliott is a manga artist that mixes cute magical girls with Junji Ito monsters, imagine him sharing his first few manga volumes of his most popular series to Aster.

Aster, staring at the first 2 volumes of the manga hand-given to him by Eliott: There's no way in hell this man's most famous manga series is about horror magical girls.

Aster, now owning all of the ongoing 20 physical copies of the manga, 3 physical figurines, 2 thick cover volumes of the concept art books and 1 large poster-sized artwork of his favourite eldritch monster and magical girl personally signed & sketched by Eliott himself: Well, fuck me in th ass this IS his best manga series compared to the rest of his works! Eliott, I need to know if she's gonna survive in the next chapter dammit!!!

(Just for the context of Eliott's manga, think of it as a mix of Madoka Magica x Jigoku Shoujo x Junji Ito monsters crossover.)

Hello Mirror!! I'm getting through it but soon I'll be free for a while :D and omg I absolutely adore this idea. I feel like Eliott HAND-GIVING something to someone is the equivalent of a stray dog licking your hand, it's an immense show of trust. Also Junji Ito and Madoka Magic my beloveds (i NEED to read more of them omg, also this is my first time hearing of Jigoku Shoujo and it looks so cool from what I've seen, definitely on the watch list!)

Man considering both of them kind of deal with "out-of-world" monsters, psychological horror and the complexity of the relationships between the characters, Aster would eat that shit up 100% considering his past too, maybe he'll give some ideas if Eliott ever were to ask. Also Eliott sketching his favourite eldritch magical girl KSKDNFIFKRN

Considering his missions too this man has CASH stored somewhere and he's using it to support his little brother's passion and work (he needs the chapters to come out faster dude). I know he's scrolling through theories and video essays or he's making them himself, he'd peel the stories and characters layers like an onion, he would not shut up if given the chance to talk about it.

My friend Mirror, first of all, it's so good to see you!! I hope you're doing well!! Also please don't worry about taking too long on my asks! It's always a pleasure seeing you, and thank you so much for tagging me :D

Btw not to sound insane but this was my most normal reaction when I saw this:

My friend, my friend, you went hard. My silly little ask, my silly idea, got me DRAWINGS, got me PHYSICAL EXAMPLES, IT'S BAFFLING!!!!! LFNDIISNWEIJFUFJ I'M SCREAMING THE NOISES I HAD TO HOLD BACK BECAUSE IT WAS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT HERE I WAS GOING INSANE

The fact that Aster absolutely despises obnoxious people (he's just like me fr), also him using his military connections and skills on the Northwest's or anyone that wants to harm the people he cares about?? If that man really wanted to he a villain he could holy shit. The fact that Cleopatra (who is a cat) is better treated than a literal child is genuinely sad, my girl deserved better :((

And thank god this man has friend, imagine being in this specific line of work and being alone, I would've gone insane. Definitely excited to see his comrades in the future!

AND MAMA'S POWER'S?????? The way she has her own way of caring about her Contractors omg, I have so many mixed feelings about it, i love it. Seeing what those tattoos can do when she uses her powers is- definitely unnerving. Restraining is one thing, thorns coming out of your body?? SUCKING YOUR BLOOD?? It's not really hard to forget that she's a powerful entity considering the most of what we see her, but man seeing her "questionable" morality when it comes to her children and what she can do with her powers is so cool to see and explore (for some reason, I can't help but remember the flower Rafflesia arnoldii when I first saw the chestburster, a flower that looks and smell likes meat).

And Aster reaching retirement and being able to visit his friends, siblings and spend time with his mom... Man just shoot me already/j. He absolutely deserves it after everything he went through, I don't care what anyone says. Reading and comprehending his lore and everything that he's done or has gone through is already saddening, knowing that he was a SICK BABY?? My guy was suffering since the first moments of existence and it's not even a joke D'': I just know Stan was practically living in that hospital while he was there (also the drawing of baby Aster.... KSODKF HE'S SO TINY MY HEART 💔💔)

My friend I truly cannot thank you enough for these amazing answers oh my god. I honestly lost count of how many times I reread this, it is so well done and explained, truly an amazing work. And again please don't worry about answering my ramblings too fast, take as much time as you can!! Take care my friend 🩵🩵 and have some doodles I made inspired by your amazing answers

Hello Mirror!! How are you my friend :D aaaa thank you so much for answering my ask!! I hope you're doing okay, the end of the month is always stressful, so don't feel bad if you need to take some time to answer my ramblings :)

Definitely curious for how Aster got the NORTHWEST of all people to give up their will and especially Pacifica, I also wonder: how is his relationship with the other Contracted? Do they tolerate each other? Genuine friendships or get togethers? Or distrustful of each other (even though they're all bound by Mama. Wonder what would happen if a fight happened with the people in her circle, would she punish them??)

But omg the thought of all of the half-siblings seeing Aster as their big brother (not just because he's older, but because he technically, acts and is considered family by them makes my heart melt) is so cute. Man not only has his mom but also acquired god knows how many siblings in the way (I can't help but be reminded by Courage the Cowardly Dog, Aster has this serious face you almost think he doesn't care/is detached to most thing, when everything he does is out of care and love OUGH–)

But I also raise this, imagine them going through some books (either trying to find something idk) and one of them just come across a photo album. So everyone's just surrounding the thing, curious to what they'll see (and also blackmail material) and they just see photos of this extremely cute kid, chubby cheeks and everything, fluffy and curly brown hair and a shy smile; sitting on a mullet Stan's lap, smiling while pointing at a camera. When they show it to Stan, who laughs and eyes shine with warmth he just says:

"It's Darlan – or Aster as you call him."

And everyone's just ":OOO" bc holy shit. Aster, built like an unity, taller than all of them, blood and scars on his hands, who fights with the calculation of a predator, every part of his body covered with scars and spots, face riddled with age, was this innocent looking kid. And he looked so small too, fitting perfectly in Stan's arms when he was a toddler and a baby. They feel even worse when they hear of his heart problems. Aster feels a bit weirded out when his siblings just stare at him with this soft look in their faces for some weeks.

(And when Stan comes to them with an album of Aster's teen years; Aster, who's in another room of the house, feels a chill down his spine for some reason)

Also this was wholeheartedly inspired by these images

Hi Ilumi! I am terribly sorry for not being able to reply your ask as fast as I usually would, but I wanna prepare some artworks to support them, so here are your answers down below. I hope your college life is smooth sailing as ever! I'll tag you up as well if you have yet to receive a notification @iluminated-goat :

The way Aster can deceive the Northwests of all of their fortunes and parental rights to Pacifica is a mixture of his bulshitting deception skills and a bit of blackmail using his past connections (& Mama, of course). He has committed several war crimes back in Afghanistan for the government, he is smart enough to make some off-the-scenes connections for some extra cash. His ruthless skills can make some past enemies of Stan to stay clear away from Gravity Falls.

Besides, he pities Pacifica in some way. His darling Cleopatra is treated with more self-respect compared to the little girl. And the Northwests have pissed off a lot of people for generations, so it is better that the girl does not get involved in the bloody legacy - by the time he’s gone, he made sure there will no longer be a Northwest at all.

Aster has his fair share of relations among the other Contractors; some he can get along with, some he wants to murder immediately. In the end, he has his own group of friends that he can get along with, drink some beer with after a mission and listen to gossip from. They even knew Aster’s bio mom, though they tease him about how he’s currently a child to a teen mom. I’ll pile up his comrades in the future, they’re a mix of my new OCs and my favourite characters from different fandoms.

After millennia of abducting and claiming beings from every multiverse, Mama knows a thing or two (or maybe more) about parenting children and adults. She is aware of how bad relations could jeopardise the progress of any mission, so she has to be very careful about who she assigns within a group.

And now, let me explain to you about the Contract Curse. As I have previously stated, every Contractor will have a tattoo mark placed on any part of their body (except on embarrassing places like the buttocks or the lower back because Mama has standards and wants them to have some self-respect) as a sign of her claim towards them.

Whenever her Contractors act out irrationally or quarrel against one another, briars will come out from these specific cut wounds and bind the entire body painfully. These briars can braid together to form hands to pin them down. Usually, Mama only needs to summon the briar collar to keep them in line.

Should they ever betray Mama, well as you can see here, the briars will choke them by the neck, devour their ENTIRE blood supply within their body and forcibly bloom out through the chest, the process is gory like the chestburster alien.

Usually, a life like his would not be a happy one. Aster has to pay his penance through servitude to Mama, but she tries to relieve his sadness by letting him visit Anne Nieve. It took a long while, by the time he had connected his half-siblings and reunited with his mom, the Axolotl and Mama had pardoned him.

(In logical case, Aster has retired to the Afterlife and living his retirement peace with his mom where others can visit him anytime)

Retirement Afterlife is nice, if you ever get the chance to talk to him. He has good friends and half-siblings, two mothers that love him to the end, a daughter feline that he cherishes like the moon, what more could he ask for? He chicken dinner'd this shit and now he reap his rewards, after millenia time passes he guess…

Those chills are a valid danger response, I'll say. It has saved his life too many times he had counted, well except that moment where he lost his right eye - but that’s not the point! But nothing can save him from his own mother - not even from embarrassing pictures to his friends and half-siblings!

And thank you so much for the lovely questions, I had a blast answering them! I am also inspired by your pictures of the baby lamb so here's a small sketch of baby Aster (he was a sick baby btw)! Love you as always! ❤️

Sorry for spamming you earlier. I just rediscovered your blog and went a bit crazy. I love your art!! Your pregnant Stan drawings literally make me go feral. Ford is so emotionally constipated and is heating himself up for fumbling the goddess that is Stan. Bro wants the cookie so effing bad but he keeps screwing up 😔

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Hello Anon! I apologize for my late reply, currently on exams weeks here so I might neglect this blog for a bit :''') but please don't apologise!! I love seeing you guys sharing your ideas and commenting in the reblogs and my inbox, I'm happy that people like my drawings :D!!

Also thank you so much!! Pregnant Stan is a guilty pleasure of mine and I'm always happy to deliver, gotta feed this family somehow. Hope you don't mind but I'm gonna yap here for a bit, these losers absolutely missed eachother. They want to get close and trust eachother like old times, the thing is that they're so stubborn when it comes to their past and also their individual problems that it just- explodes or gets extremely awkward. It's been ten years, they changed in those years - there's also that. And I love how you said Stan is a goddess bc he absolutely is, but don't worry they'll get their happy ending (after the 50+ angst drawings I make of them, but trust)!!

Plus I have another one on the work currently, just waiting for me to be free so I can actually finish it and share it with you guys :D

I love to see your aster art

Hello Anon, thank you once again for the support! Aster fully belongs to my amazing friend @mirrorworldangel, you can find more info in this answer I gave too. Make sure to check them out, they have a lot of cool stories and drawings in their blog!

Hello just wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE ur art ‼️‼️ especially the way u drew baby ford 🥺🥺 he's so squishy and precious I want to kick him off the boat.. also THE PREG STAN ART OUGHHH THANK YOU 🙏🙏🙏 u draw him so hot 😭🧡🧡💙

Hello Anon! I'm so sorry for my late reply I just saw them now but AAAARGH thank you so much‼️So glad I caught his bratty nature right, the only reason this kid hasn't been elbowed in the face yet is bc of Stan.

And I'm glad you liked my doodles of preg Stan! They're completely self-indulgent but you can expect more of them in the foreseeable future!!

I have more sketches ideas that I plan to finish (when I have the time ofc), I truly can't thank you all enough for the support I've been receiving :D 🩵🩵

What this AU calls

https://www.tumblr.com/iluminated-goat/771617804698910720?source=share

Hello, so sorry for my late answer! I'm afraid i- don't really know also :'') but this AU belongs to my amazing friend @mirrorworldangel, Aster is their OC/Fankid and truly belongs to them, I just like doing silly fanart of him

But you can find more info of him in their posts over here, and more fanart of him from my blog with their answer here and here. They also have some really cool characters and stories there, make sure to check them out!

I really like how most of my posts start with "hey guys I'm back", for all of my beautiful friends and followers I owe you my life. Have some silly doodles I did over an idea I had a MONTH ago but only finished now

Imagine being gagged by a 8 year old (also inspired by a hc of mine that Ford was a fucking nightmare when he had the chance to as a kid, he only started "behaving" more on the formative years). Btw if you can't read Stan's comments on the last panel: "scratch that, you're walkin' the rest of the way. When did you get heavy???"

Also it baffles me that I'm still obsessed with these two losers they're making me learn anatomy and fucking PERSPECTIVE of all things. What else is my life at this point/j

Me: oh god I have so much to do oh god I won't be able to post much this month

Also me, rawdogging this in 2 hours: hey guys

Finally the continuation from this post over here. Writer block kicked my ass for some time with it, but it's finally done! And once again, I thank my amazing friend @mirrorworldangel for not only serving as an inspiration, but also for the amazing drawing they made for this piece, which can be found here. I truly can’t thank you enough my friend :) I hope you like this, take care!

Some tags: twisted fluff (I mean get freaky dude but one of them is an eldritch horror and the other is 12 so yeah), implied death of children

It was still hard for Stan to believe that this was his life now, sometimes. Who would’ve guessed that him breaking into a temple would’ve gotten him a giant bishop with other-world powers as a friend?? His ma’, probably. She was always going on about her “visions” and how he was special. She’ll be so proud once she sees how cool he is! (He missed her, he wondered if his friend would let him visit her).

Stanford seemed fond of treating him like something made of porcelain. He stopped counting how many times the man visited his Manor, sending his Inquisitor (whose name he learned was Fiddleford. It took too much willpower for him not to make a joke about it) to bring him jewels and treasures from excursions, or the man himself came to visit him from the shadows - taking the fanciest clothes he’d only dreamed of wearing from beneath his robes.

Not only that, Ford refused to leave until he saw Stan wearing the clothes he’d been gifted. He had to wrestle the enormous limb once, face red as he yelled “I can undress myself!” The guy was way too impatient for someone who could go hours and hours preaching. He heard the clinking of nails repeatedly hitting the wooden floor of his room, waiting for him to step out from the folding screen. Crooning and whispering in a language he didn’t understand when he made exaggerated poses or spinned.

Ford, who almost seemed to forget his existence at the beginning of their union, was now mostly seen carrying Stan around - the boy tightly holding his digits and yelling threats if he dropped him. That only amused his Lord, increasing the height of his hold until he was seated comfortably in his shoulder. Hell, once they had a banquet and the god had their followers walk thousands and thousands of miles just to get him his favourite candy!

However, Stan knew he had to step up his game when Stanford went missing for some days. The people didn’t know where he went, not even Fiddleford was warned about his Lord's sudden mission. So, Stanley was forced to do his daily tasks and run some sermons in the place of the god (and no, he wasn’t worried. At all). So when the man finally returned, no one really cared that he abandoned his Manor and went to greet him in the temple (he walked. He didn’t run, he walked).

But the man didn’t return alone; chirping in delight once he caught sight of the boy, bringing him closer with one of his hands. Ford watched his Lady’s reaction, completely focused on the change of emotions. Annoyance, curiosity and finally… a radiant smile splitting his face, eyes crinkling from how wide it was and pronouncing the freckles in his cheeks.

“Shanklin!” His Lady exclaimed. The furry critter - finally free from the confines of his palms - practically threw himself at the tween, switching from nuzzling and licking his face. Even while covered in saliva and grey coat, he looked just as beautiful on their Union Day.

The God (God. Not man. God) purred with satisfaction, hands going to cradle his beloved’s form. Stanley turned to him, still hugging his frothing little friend, and smiled at him. Giggling and jumping on his heels, his friend - Shanklin, from what he heard in one of their conversations - merely stared at him, fur bristled at the bestial figure. He knew getting the animal was a good idea (especially when, in the safety of their shared room, Stanley lifted his veil and shyly pressed a kiss on his still intact cheek).

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Some weeks after their emotional reunion, Stanley decided to own up to Sixer’s level (a nickname he gave to the man). He and Shanklin were going on an adventure! All by themselves! He knew decorating when Fiddleford made his runs and when the cult went to sleep was a good idea. Not even Sixer knew where he was, it was going to be the most amazing surprise!

He heard from some travelers that, in the far villages, a type of candy was created. Made of fruits, starch and sugar; giving it a stretchy, bean shape that would harden with the sugar coating its soft interior. No one had taken it to Ford, so he’ll make sure to be the first to give it to him!

He… didn’t really think that through. If it wasn’t for Shanklin, he would’ve definitely been lost (he made a mental note to sneak some berries in his small friend’s food when they return to the temple). They left before dawn, and arrived at the nearest village (which he’s pretty sure is thousands of miles away from the cult) in the afternoon. Pulling his cloak closer - and hiding his friend under it - he set to his objective!

People really don’t care about you as long as you act like you belong there, no one even batted an eye at him! It didn’t even take long for them to find a stand selling the candy. They were called “jellybeans” from what the seller told him. Pretty cool, but he still prefers his sugary peanuts. He did every trick in the book: batting his eyes, the sad puppy look, the nervous stammering, asking if he could make an exception for “a poor, peasant child”. Nothing worked, so they had to resort to the hard way…

The hard way was throwing Shanklin straight in the guy’s face, the tiny critter scratching and yowling as the man screamed and tried to rip him off his face. He took the opportunity to take the box - filled with jellybeans - as a crowd formed around the stand, and booked it. Swerving from some vendors that tried to grab him and making detours, stopping in an alley and waiting for Shanklin to join him. Once his possum friend made himself comfortable on his shoulder, he followed the way back home.

Stanley was giddy. He couldn’t wait to show Stanford what he got! Knowing him, he probably already knew of the existence of the candy. But he doesn’t know the taste of it. Plus, it’s coming from him! The High Consort! He’ll definitely feel honored and give him some cool powers for it-

The back of his gown was yanked back, a choked cry coming from him as he almost lost his grip on the box. Shanklin scrambled to hold his shoulder. Both were met with an iron mask staring back at them, he didn’t even need to see his face to know that Fiddleford was furious with his little adventure. Well- yeah! He lost track of time! It was midnight already, but he had something important to do!

Stanford really didn’t think so, if the growling echoing around their room was anything to go by. Stan huffed, pointedly looking away from him. He just wanted to do a surprise! It wasn’t that big of a deal!

He pushed the box towards the man, crossing his arms and looking at the wall - Shanklin made himself comfortable in his curly hair, in the meantime. He only glared back once he heard the sound of wood scraping, a claw holding a single jellybean, carefully put in his mouth, hidden behind the veil.

It was silent for a moment, until Stanford lunged at the box, shoving all the candy inside of it down his throat. It was so sudden that Stan actually jumped back, Shanklin skittering around the room until he settled in his lap. He’s pretty sure Stanford licked the thing clean even.

“Well… his idea worked!” he thought as Stanford nuzzled both of their faces together.

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Ascot and Dickie could barely believe the situation they were in.

It wasn’t unnoticed the sudden riches and luxury that suddenly seemed to sprout in the Pines’s Household, some rumoring that the man either won the lottery with a noble figure, or that he made a deal with malevolent forces - some even daring to say the name of the Old Ones. However, as much as many were jealous they weren’t the main figures of the village any more - including them -, they were more curious about the disappearance of their younger son.

Stanley was like a hurricane, unwanted and bringing chaos anywhere he went. However, it didn’t go unnoticed to them that, on the day Mr. Filbrick and Ms. Caryn ascended in the social hierarchy, it was the same day Stan stopped appearing around the town. It felt… peaceful, so quiet it was unnerving. No one really batted an eye to Ms. Caryn, but no one could deny how tired the woman looked the few she left her house.

So, they decided to get to the bottom of this mystery! They could already picture it, the Sibling Brothers discovered the frauds the Pines were! Maybe they would even get some kind of reward for it.

It wasn’t that hard to break into their house, with how much the couple started going out. Stan’s room was covered in dust, toys and clothes hanging like a grim reminder that he was gone. Both boys searched the room like hound dogs, taking anything that looked like a clue and writing down places where he could’ve gone - and maybe stealing some of his things they thought were cool.

It wasn’t until his brother, Dickie, who decided to explore the rest of the house, yelled for him in the cottage’s main room. There, hidden behind the books in the shelf, Dickie showed an engraved drawing of a six fingered hand, something written in an unknown language under it.

They drew it on a piece of paper (for some reason, Ascot felt… disturbed while doing it, as if something was watching him). They tried searching in the books of the house and the library, moving to people once they found nothing. The villagers were also useless, not knowing what it meant, never seeing the symbol, or completely disregarding them. Aside from Mrs. Ramirez, the woman merely stared at the drawing before chuckling, walking away as she muttered something that sounded like "I'm not surprised”.

It wasn’t until they visited Emmaline Butternubbins that they got an answer, they barely showed the full drawing before the woman was screeching like a banshee, flinching away from them and talking about “the hand that defiles and destroys, an abomination of nature, a puppeted corpse”, yapping about staying away from some town and its borders. That its force was growing strong, that it had stolen someone from them.

…Well, looks like Stanley wouldn’t be gone for long.

They set out on the same day, preparing a small bag filled with food, papers, a knife and a stolen map, the thought of being the ones to discover this so-called “beast of abomination” filled them with excitement. Not only would they get their popularity back, they would also be the first one to make this discovery! They would go down in history!

…Which took days to arrive, an entire week with their stops at questionable villages and trying to gather more clues to how they could reach this "distorted monstrosity”. Some seemed enthralled at talking about their… Lord? Talking about his miracles and knowledge and of how he caught himself a “Lady”. Others seemed… hesitant even, almost scared at the fact that they knew of… its existence.

Ascot scoffed, it probably wasn’t even all that. He and his brother giggled at the thought that Stanley of all people was its Lady. It probably wanted him just to feel better at its intelligence, given how stupid the boy was. Someone talked a little too much and told them how their “beloved Lady” liked to bathe in a nearby lake, both looked at each other, sharing victorious grins.

They decided to split directions, that way, they could either corner the creature or Stanley if they decided to run away. Ascot almost gave up with how many branches had slammed in his face, until he heard a certain high-pitched and annoying giggle, a familiar voice talking about adventures and treasures, not sounding so far away from him.

Bingo.

Ascot barely held himself from running, following Stan’s voice through the forest (not even noticing the eyes slashed in the birch trees following him). And there, glowing like a treasure in the middle of the river, was Stanley. Completely undressed, digging through the water and occasionally submerging. He could make the figure of that damn rat he called a friend floating on the water.

Oh, this was incredible. Just what he needed. All he needs to do is gather Dickie, go back to their village, and threaten the Pines with their proof-

He was brought out of his gratification stupor by a loud “Aha!” Stan held a colorful rock in his hands, glistening from the soft and warm glow from the afternoon. A wide smile in his face, flushed cheeks and freckles more prominent on the rest of his body. He watched as Stan ran to the corner of the lake, proudly showing off the rock.

“Told you there were treasures around here, Sixer!” Stan exclaimed, raising the rock over his head. Ascot watched as something rustled, movement coming from where Stan was looking-

A… hand came from amidst the trees. He couldn't believe it, rubbing his eyes to see if he was seeing correctly. The hand was still there. That was a hand. The hand of something, something way too big, bigger than Stanley – now that he stopped to think about it, those… claws could just pick him up if they wanted. Scratch that, those things could smash him until he was nothing but a red smear on the ground. He watched with wide eyes Shanklin lazily climbed the thing, gripping the fabric of the robe tightly so as not to fall.

It took the rock, gently – so carefully it left him speechless. It came closer to Stan, revealing more of its… body. By the gods, the more he looked at that thing, he wasn't even sure if that was its body, the amount of robes cluttered on its form confused him. But he's pretty sure it wasn't normal for an arm to sprout from a torso, much less the glimpse of a crooked wing fluttering on the ground for a moment.

A veil covered face lowered to Stan's level – he grimaced at the sound of bones cracking and twisting at the action, as if its own body was unaware of how its anatomy should work. The creature chirped. Crooning and rubbing Stan's cheek with its – toosharptoobigtoodangerous – claws. Stan laughed at the faint sensation. How the hell could he be so calm in the presence of that- that- beast?!

He watched, practically enthralled at the whole thing, simultaneously wanting to leave but wanting to see what else would happen. The creature took its appendage holding the gift back inside its robes, coming back bloodied after some minutes, a pleased rumble coming from its throat. Stanley was still looking at it, arms spread wide as he talked about more adventures, how they should celebrate the new ritual that evening and a visit to some temple.

Ascot was curious when Stan suddenly stopped talking, laughing at whatever the creature growled at him. He felt confused when Stan lifted the creature’s veil, then horrified as he watched the boy press a kiss to- whatever the hell he was kissing. It looked like a void, filled with teeth and eyes.

That’s it. He's seen enough. No wonder his parents got rid of him, he was a freak just like that thing. Besides, he has enough to prove that Stan wasn’t missing that much. Maybe he and Dickie could hold that over Filbrick, have the man lend them some of his riches and money.

He froze at the sound of a twig snapping, leaves rustling at the sudden and strong wind. He could only faintly hear the sounds coming from the lake and of his own breath - suddenly erratic, body ready to run if anything happened, for some reason. A soft thud came in front of him, Ascot quickly turned around, heart hammering in his chest at the possibility that that thing-

He was met by the familiar figure of his brother. Blonde hair disheveled and a soft smile in his face, looking just like he did hours before.

“Dickie!” Ascot exclaimed. “Oh, Dickie, you won’t even believe what I found! We’re set for life once we return to the village!”

He expected his brother to share his excitement, to have the same smile as him, for them to be discussing plans on how they could take advantage of this.

His brother stayed quiet, the soft smile still in his face, looking directly at him. The only sign he gave that he heard him was the floppy wave of his hand.

Ascot found that strange, unlikely of his brother. But that didn’t deter him, stepping closer to Dickie.

“We can tell the whole village about this place! Threaten it with Stanley and have him give us riches!” Ascot said, pulling out their map and pointing at their current location. “They’ll see us as heroes, Dickie!”

Dickie remained silent, eyes looking strangely empty the more he stared at them.

“...Dickie?”

Ascot watched his brother finally move. However, he wasn’t really… walking. More like dragging his feet across the grass, body straight as a road, not even bouncing from his steps. Then he started… floating. Getting higher and higher as the seconds passed, slowly disappearing in the vast darkness from the trees. Suddenly, he fell - hard - on the floor, the sound of his neck snapping echoing through the forest.

Ascot froze, watching the red liquid slowly drip out from his brother’s body, staining the green underneath him, seeping into his shoes. His body trembled, legs stuck to the ground, unconsciously crumpling the map in his hands.

Ascot could barely breathe when he saw something moving in the shadows, coming closer to him. He could make out the form of something, glowing yellow eyes surrounding him, crinkling in malicious amusement or annoyance, fluttering of feathers and bones cracking and snapping hammering into his head.

A six fingered hand laid on the ground, right in front of him.

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Stan was surprised when Stanford told him to go ahead without him, saying that he had something to take care of. It wasn’t unusual that sometimes, they needed to attend their duties out of time - Stanford certainly made his displeasure known when that happened, especially when they were spending time together. 

Fiddleford went to see him after he dressed himself and dried Shanklin, telling them to postpone the ritual and only do a basic preaching to strengthen their faith at the town’s chapel instead of the Temple.

“Our Lord has prepared a surprise for you. He wishes to have your presence in the Temple after the praying hours.” Ok, definitely not creepy at all, Fiddlesticks. But the prospect of a gift left him eager.

So, he performed as he normally did. Talking about visions of greatness and that their wishes would soon be fulfilled, answering questions and giving some bullshit answer that would leave them satisfied for some time. After he was done, Shanklin came out from under the altar’s stand, wrapping himself around his neck. Fiddleford took over the task to make sure the people went to their homes, so Stan could go to the Temple earlier.

Stan lightly petted his furry friend’s neck as he walked through the hallways, feeling dumb as he remembered the first time he entered the building. Although, he couldn’t help but laugh at how he actually got his friend to get closer to him. It was hard to believe that the man, tall enough for his head to scrape at the Temple’s roof and send fear to the hearts of outsiders, was also the same one that almost broke the doors of his manor and hastily plucked him from his chair, carefully cradling him as he showed his latest discovery.

Once he stopped right in front of their shared bedroom’s door, he jumped in surprise as the door was suddenly yanked back - right when he was about to knock on it. Sixer made a hooting sound, carefully scooping him in his hands and bringing him closer to his face.

“Hey, big guy!” Stan called out, Shanklin hissing at the sudden act. Ford gently ran a claw over the possum’s fur, turning his attention once again to him. “Fidds said you had a surprise for me.”

Ford made a delighted croon at that, rubbing his body against his cheek - Stan laughed at the tickling sensation, Shanklin screeched at the sudden squish. Then, he carried him over to their bed. The boy gasped at what he saw. A winter cloak! White, thick fur sewed on the neckband; made of one of the softest fabrics he’s ever felt - it felt like touching a sheep’s fur - and it was his favourite color too! A deep, dark red, with a golden damask pattern on the edge of the sleeves.

Stan squealed, practically jumping out of Ford’s hands the moment they got near the bed. He hugged the clothes tightly to his chest, jumping at the heels of his feet - Shanklin bouncing on the bed as he followed after him.

“I love it, I love it, I love it!” Stan yelled, immediately wrapping it around his shoulders. “I look so cool, it’s just like Ma’s coats!”

Ford purred at his reaction, watching his Lady’s bright eyes and wide smile, giggling as he spinned and showed off his gift. Once his Lady tired himself, once again, he took him in his hands - waiting for Shanklin to climb and make himself comfortable -, opening the doors of their room and walking to another set of halls, these ones leading to the Temple’s Altar.

“Wha’? You got more surprises under those sleeves?” Stan joked, Sixer chortled - even waving his many hands, making his Lady laugh. 

Once they reached the Altar, Stan waited for the man to show him what he planned. He couldn’t see anything behind the veil, but he’s certain the man had an expectant expression, dramatically opening the doors, waiting for his reaction.

If Stan was surprised by his cloak, then what he saw certainly took the cake. Stanford usually made him stand next to his chair at the beginning of their Union, it was only after that he had him sit on the armrest or in his lap. Next to his chair was another one. Made with dark wood and golden seashells and fish details, a plush reddish yellow seat cushion sewed on it. What had him impressed was the figure of two, small wooden figures, being the main support of the armrests and foot - giving it an illusion that they were the ones holding it. 

“Is it… for me?” Stan quietly asked, looking at the man to be sure. Ford looked pleased with himself, lightly pushing him towards the chair. A chair, in the Altar of the Temple, made specifically and only for him. He couldn’t even believe it, fingers lightly grazing the wood, as if scared he would destroy it with a single touch.

“Stanford knew from his Lady that those boys who had invaded his forest were nothing but trouble. However, he didn’t expect it to be this easy to fool them. He barely had to lift a finger to break their minds or send his followers after them. They came after him, all on their own want. It was merely expected their doomfall would constitute that. And it was only because of a drawing, one not that very well hidden, by the way.

He made sure they didn’t have a single scratch on them while on their journey, his Lady deserved the best and only that. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone was going to miss them, he could ask Mrs. Ramirez or Fiddleford to make the village forget of their existence, it wasn’t that hard. And he needs to give blessings to them, alongside Dan and his family - the man was the one to give him the idea to reuse that idiotic brat clothes for his Lady.

The suggestion at first made him enraged. His Lady? Wearing someone else’s clothes? Especially the one who invaded his most private hour (even though it beneficial for him) and had seen him in his most vulnerable state? The mere thought made him want to destroy the boy completely. Thankfully, the red-haired wasn’t that affected by his growling, saying how much their Lady would love the fabric, being one of the most expensive and softest of the lands. Jimmy Snakes, a follower who recently joined their herd after being aided by his Lady, added of how they could make a permanent example of them, like “making a house from your enemies skulls”. 

And colour him surprised, they were right. He needs to make a list of how many people he should bless this week. He watched as his Lady gently touched his chair, admiring every piece of it. His Lady should have stood by him since the first day. Oh, how foolish he had been. But that is the past, his Lady will be spoiled and pampered for all eternity, all while next to him.

Making sure his Lady was distracted, he pulled out the map that pillock brought with him. He read through their diaries and Fiddleford reported what the nearby village people said, they wanted to use his Lady as leverage for their plans. He sincerely couldn’t care less about that man, however, his Lady seemed to have a spot for them, and he would be destroyed if any harm came to their way, so he tucked his feelings to the side. A deal is a deal, anyways.

They commented something about bringing the entire village to his town, using him as a source of neverending riches. And they weren’t the only ones his Lady complained about. Teachers that called him stupid, some bowl haired kid that used to pick fights with him, a kid with a scar on his cheek that would chase him through town, and many more.

Stanford stared at the map, following the line that marked the places they visited on their journey, a single claw stopping directly at the place they came from. He wasn’t unknown to his Lady’s origins, even sending some of his followers to make sure they kept an eye over the town.

His Lady deserved a bigger throne.

Mirror my friend! I hope you're doing okay these days. In the same way you have sent me an ask, I shall sent you one now! Also inspired by TikTok

Listen, Aster is Stan's son, this man can lie with a straight face. I feel like he'll defend a wrong fact that he knows is wrong, just to piss off the other person. Either this man doesn't care or he'll be a ragebaiter to anyone he despises or for fun. He'll be weaving the most insane story, intonation and everything, sounding convincing as fuck to the point people either 100% believe him bc "c'mon it's Aster dude, guy was a multiverse criminal for decades" or get skeptical but they can't prove he's lying because it sounds like something he'll do, you know???

So imagine, Aster surrounded by his half-siblings as they hang on their (extremely cool) half-big-brother words:

Aster, completely deadpan: my mom wasn't really present in my life

(They're completely silent, mood immediately shifting as they try to comfort the oldest of them. Only for him to soon hit them with:

Aster: and he made me eat roaches with the cereal

(Stan starts screaming bloody murder from the room he's at, cursing and yelling at Aster of how he gave birth to him and that "he's pulling this shit again")

Aster, forlornly: and he never paid the bills too, our lights were always getting cut off

(His siblings just hear the stomping of boots, yells getting louder as they looked confused at how to feel. Anne Niece quietly laughed from where she sat, petting Cleo in her lap)

Aster: so when I turned 17, i ran away to the Olympics, where I would get famous for individual synchronized swimming–

(He's interrupted by a pillow hitting his face full force as Stan proceeds to verbally rip him a new one. The others watch stunned as Aster proceeds to continue his "story" with a grin)

I feel like the ones closest to him know that he's fucking, the dude absolutely loves his mom (annoying his mom is his love language, trust)

Hi Ilumi, I am so happy that I have found out that you have sent me an ask after I sent you mine! I am a bit hectic at the moment, but what can you do but march on.

Reading through the story, it reminded me of the Brother Bear scene very much. Y'know, the one where the old bear keeps telling others how she misses her dead husband, when actually he's not? Dunno why, that scene really resonates so much in here. As much as Stan really loves him, Aster's bullshit stories sometimes make him want to wrap his hands around his throat.

Given that he's such a skilled liar ('the apple never falls far from the same tree that it came from' as Aster would say), he must be a major pain in the ass for all of the half-siblings to play deception games with. Mama and the other Contracted would have many stories of him starting fights because of this.

And trust me, he would not try to pull this shit on Anne Nieve again (that is the correct name spelling, it was my fault for this error!). The last time he did that to her, she took Cleo and kicked him out of her apartment and made him stay outside through the night.

It was in November, with a snowstorm to boot.

As always, love your prompts and keep em up my friend!

Hello my friends!! So sorry for my disappearance these days, college is currently kicking my butt (AGAIN, when will I be free) so I probably won't be around much :(( but I did have time to sketch out some doodles! Inspired by the fact that it's hot here in my country even though we're in autumn, have some Stan in a bikini for my complete self indulgent reasons! I hope you're all doing okay!

Also I don't know how to mark my posts as mature :') even though it's not NSFW it's a bit explicit?? So please beware or ignore if you're not comfortable with that

Edit: I learned how to mark my posts guys, finally a win

Ngl I also used this as a way to train poses and bodies, body hair is genuinely so fun to draw I have to draw more naked people more. Non-sexual nudity my beloved, except this one is definitely self-indulgent I'm sorry 😔😔

Also have some jealous/possessive Ford too as a treat

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An idea has been given to me while I was scrolling TikTok and I must share this with you! Imagine the adult triplets Clarence, McClinton & Eliott stumbled to another dimension and already pissed off some multi-dimensional gangster over some stupid reason. Aster found out and immediately rescued his half-siblings during a battle. This is what happens after he kicked the gangster's asses:

Aster: You all are coming with me.

Clarence: Like hell you are! We're not going anywhere! We'll stop you!

McClinton: Take us to jail! I fucking dare you!

Eliott: I'll take all of you pigs out!

Aster: I am not the police, and I'm not taking you to jail. I am taking you three to your mother.

(The triplets freeze and look at him in shock.)

Clarence: Take us to jail! Take us to jail please!

McClinton: Just ring up the police! Honest!

Eliott: They came out of nowhere and attacked us! I swear, we have never met these beings before!

Aster: Yeah, yeah. Relax...(already unclipping a sleeping gas grenade)

(At times like this, Aster wonders how he is related to them, much to the other of Mama's contracted souls)

Hello Mirror! And this idea, OUGH- I don't even blame them one bit, one hands its the police, meh their job who cares. And the other is your mom. Anyone would be terrified

And I love seeing Aster just protecting his siblings from any multiverse it's just so cool to see that, even if they're not really together, he still considers them family. Also this asks is radiating big brother Aster vibes, the kind you hide behind when you need help but also messes with you. I wonder if they noticed their similarities, like, this dude that looks exactly like your dad, but it's not your dad, but also knows your mom??? I wonder how would they feel about him after they connected the dots

Also I don't have a single doubt Aster said that because he knows what it's like to be behind his mother's wrath. I just know it. Knowing the triplets they'll probably send one as sacrifice to take the guilt.

This ask gave me a quick doodle inspiration I loved it (and the fact the immediate thing these 3 do is piss off a gangster boss is appalling, not a single bone of self preservation lmao)

Hi mirror, I'm Bimbo/autumnoflies on X, is there a way to get your direct message over here? you siad it was urgent

Hi, this is really mirrorworldangel. Let me tell you something really important.

Last week, my X account was hacked, and my finances were swindled away. Whoever's communicating with you right now in X/Twitter isn't me. I can't even access it at all.

My advice, warn everyone else and report it. Whoever it is that is now in that account's hands is not mine. The only way you can truly communicate with me is right here. Be careful, and protect everyone else from that fucker that stole my account!

*thunder cracks loudly as I desperately scramble to dig out of my grave* I'M BACK. Hello my sweets and my dear friends!! I'm so sorry for my disappearances these past days, college's been kicking my butt and motivation's been scarce :(

But I finally had the time to finish a comic about my favourite sad man who belongs to my dear friend @mirrorworldangel, Aster! I actually started this when they were still finishing some of their pieces as a form of support, but life got in the way and it took longer than I expected, but here it is. I hope you're doing well my friend

A bit of CW, but this might contain a bit of body horror?? Definitely a lot of scars too, so please beware if that's not your thing!

Completely inspired by the Baby Race episode from Bluey and that one scene from Ponyo (where she's so tired she starts turning back to her duck/fish form) from when I was rereading his lore. Also plushy Cleo cameo?? More likely than you think (and because my girl deserved it, I need to draw her and Mama more). And was this an excuse to also draw baby Aster?? Maybeeee...

A bit self-indulgent bc I also wanted to see the two of them being happy, this man doesn't have a single bone of self-care when it comes to himself and as much as Stan loves seeing his kid actually being a "kiddo", he prefers it when he's not melting in exhaustion.

And I definitely based off his look from Stan's Scaryoke episode, like a form to look more like his mom and to be more like his own self instead of his father's replica, like an autonomy thing.

And I do have more things I plan to finish! But they are going to take some time to finish though, so I'm thankful for all of your patience and support :D take care my friends 🩵

Me: man I wanna take a break from the comics, what do I do??

My mind: Make another comic

Me: holy shit splendid idea

This one was inspired and based on my friend @mirrorworldangel post which can be found here! Featuring baby Paz and Stan somehow acquiring more kids than he wanted

Also something you must know, anytime I draw this man looking fabulous, you should be aware that he's also wearing the most ridiculous slippers under his dresses

*ripping sounds as I come out of my cocoon* hello guys!! I finally reappeared!! I'm working like a machine – a extremely slow machine on some ficlets and some comics of old man yaoi which will take some time to finish :'''''') but for now take this rambling of domestic stancest and housewife Stan!!

Also this is literally just me ranting about food (I fucking love food and characters who show their love through food fuck yeah). Also teen Stan would definitely give Old Ford a run for his money, this man is getting taken care of whether he wants or not

Stan, newly wed (which is something he’s still getting his head around), starts picking up the slack of the shack (yes the situation was that bad) until he manages to find a job or something to help around. Until then this man is cleaning that house and managing their finances like a drill sergeant. I know damn well he would have an aneurysm at the bare age of 17 if he’d seen Ford eating those nutritional pills, he’d be pulling out the family’s recipe book and stealing other recipes from the other shops of the town.

This man only goes insane at what he’s doing when he’s in the market, mentally (and successfully) counting how much he’s going to spend, which one of the fruits or vegetables is just a bit greenish but not enough to wait an eternity to mature or rot in just a few days, pickpocketing some candies (and jellybeans in the meantime), hunting those coupons like a hound dog. At the line, tapping his foot while waiting, he hears one of the Northwest’s workers make a whispered jab at him, of “how he’s so desperate he bedded with someone thrice his age” which is the sting at his insecurities and has him pissed.

If Stanford was already pampered at home this man has no idea what’s coming his way (not that he’s complaining). Stan is stepping up the game, he’s becoming the best housewife this town has ever seen out of complete spite. Like he’ll be bested by Preston fucking Northwest and his wife who was literally sold to him and isn’t even the one doing the lunches while he’s at work (or whatever rich people do). He just slams a thermo bag at Ford’s chest and goes “this better come home empty” and walks away without elaborating.

Ford, while in the Institute of Oddology, is curious for whatever his beloved had planned for him. He’s pleasantly surprised at the sight of cream puffs smeared with chocolate, a small plastic cup filled with jelly beans, braciole with sticky rice, a small covered bowl with seafood stew  and a coffee bottle tucked nicely to the side. After this, man’s hoarding his lunches like a dragon - he’ll only share them with Fidds, but other than that those are his, made by his beloved specifically and solely for him.

Man’s taking bombe alaska's, pieces of fudge lava cakes, baked pasta, fluffy onion breads, baked pineapple stuffed with shrimps, baked eggplants stuffed with italian sausages, stuffed rice cake with minced duck meat, bandeja paisa’s, cheesy bread, thick and creamy onion soup, pancakes filled with milk cream, passionfruit mousse, fried bean ball filled with shrimp and many others. Ford is being fed needless to say.

Fiddleford definitely teases him about it, but god knows how happy he is that his friend is finally taking care of himself for once (even if he’s being used as Stan’s guinea pig for his cooking). Their students even noticed that he looked more energetic, improvements in his mood and his strong form seemed fuller, healthier even. Stan has this man’s mind twisting and turning while in their shared bed for whatever the teen packed for him.

Also Stan’s an avid visitor in the Ramirez’s household, helping Abuelita with some errands or taking care of Soos (he adores the kiddo). Abuelita was nice enough to give him some advice on cleaning his home more efficiently: using a sheet to dust behind furniture, distribute chores in each day of the week or simply pick one day to do the cleaning, use warm soapy water on most things (keeps a nice smell and doesn’t… leave fingerprints??), and other things. He even tried using one of those pills his Ma used to take before cleaning only to never again (Ford was greeted by the sight of the entire house glistening in a worrying way, and him trying to aggressively clean the insides of their armchair).

Idk why but i feel like Stan’s one to pretend he doesn’t care for what people say about him (he does, a lot), but when someone he cares about compliments him, he melts. Ford comments about the cologne he likes to wear when he goes out? He definitely uses it more on their dates (alongside some perfumes that suddenly appeared in the bathroom). Sixer brought him some clothes he thought might look good in them? He’s wearing them until it’s threadbare. 

For some reason i also feel like Ford would be so fucking annoying over his partners. Anytime Stan has the slightest contribution to one of his researches or adventures he’s going “oh, yes, MY WIFE and i have discovered this” or “my WIFE found out about this” . Every single one of his students has heard about their professor’s mysterious partner at least once - some that once caught the things his “wife” cooked never felt so jealous in their entire lives.

And Ford’s definitely spoiling Stan back for all the things he’s doing (and because Stan drags him out of the house too). Going out on dinners, haunting the local fauna, watching over the town on the Floating Cliffs, travelling to other places, and of course, passionate nights. And if Ford notices that Stan’s stomach is a tad taut and swollen after some months, well, that’s just for him to know~

On a first note, my beloved friend @mirrorworldangel, happy birthday!! I hope that you're having a great day and that you're celebrating or having a good time with the people closest to you because you absolutely deserve it :) may you have a long, healthy and stable life and that good things come along your way. This is your day and you deserve to celebrate it 🩵

And on a second note:

I love Anne Niece. Girlie just started existing some hours ago but I absolutely love her. Her lore and her relationship with Aster, her design (she looks so cute omg), THE FACT THAT ASTER TRUSTED HER WITH CLEOPATRA, THEM GOING TO HER REHEARSALS I AM CRYING

Also her parents lore hit me like a sledgehammer to the face holy shit, Aster is not fucking around when it comes to his mom and his half-siblings (which is so cute and so sad, because even if they're not connected in these timelines he sees them as his siblings omg, dude really just wanted his family).

And the fact that she paved her way to fame??? As a ballerina??? To the point of getting her name known?? Which is something really hard to do?? Especially in a secluded town like Gravity Falls?? Holy shit this woman is STRONG and RESILIENT. I'm so curious about her and the snippet that you're writing!!! (But also take your time my friend!!)

AND MAMA??? BEING BEAUTIFUL AND POWERFUL ONCE AGAIN??? IN MY CELULAR DEVICE??? She looks so cool omg, I can't help but remember the Black Swan in her design (especially when you talked about the wings). The roses, the thorns, I can't help but think that she has a bit of the "uncanny valley effect" in all her forms (especially when you said she can walk while on pointe, ma'am your FEET–). I'm absolutely eating these designs and their stories, the way you wrap them around is amazing and I'm so curious for whatever else you are producing my friend :D 🩵

Today is my birthday (2nd April to my foreign followers) so I decided to treat myself with some additional Aster lore with some art as I promised @muchmallows @iluminated-goat !

Meet Anne Nieve Ramirez-Pines. She is the younger half-sister of Aster whom he has saved. Her name means 'graceful snow'.

In her timeline, Ford had kidnapped Stan to Gravity Falls and forced him to be his teen bride. But due to the mistreatment and neglect, she was supposed to be a stillborn. Aster saved the heavily pregnant Stan and killed off that Ford, but the stress triggered an early delivery, so she was born at the cost of her mother's life.

She was then left at the Ramirez household front door, who then raised her and Soos together as her own with the same amount of love in any universe. Possibly out of guilt, he watches her from afar, which then turn into secluded meetings where she lovingly calls him her 'Guardian Angel'.

She grew to be a professional ballerina dancer, paving her own pathway to opera stardom. And anytime she performs on stage, Aster and Cleopatra will be there among the audience watching her with a large bouquet of flowers.

Aster loves all of his half-siblings, but she was the one he is the closest to, so much that before he died, he entrusts her to care for his Cleopatra.

I am currently writing a snippet where she learns her true past after a scuffle with the Time Police, which she also meets Mama when she was unconscious.

Like I previously said, Mama changes her appearance depending on who is seeing her. So this is how Anne sees Mama in this AU.

She also has an alternate form where her ballerina outfit changes into a large ball gown, but the colours were reversed. I'll design it later when I have the time.

That's all I want to share with you for now, hope you enjoy this tidbit of lore as much as I enjoyed creating it! 😘

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Here you go @incorporatedmii!! Have I already told you that I love your AU???

@mirrorworldangel so good to hear from you my friend! I hope you're doing well! I can't thank you enough for your compliments, your replies always makes my days :D

Also not wanting to sound insane but this is my most normal reaction to Mama's design

GO CHECK IT OUT NOW SHE'S SO COOL!!

Some self indulgent doodles of pregnant Stan inspired once again by my amazing friend @mirrorworldangel (I hope you're doing well my friend!!)

Also I believe from the bottom of my soul that he would have the most ridiculous decour if he was able to afford it, man's canonically a diva when he wants to be i had to make him justice.

Some self indulgent doodles of pregnant Stan inspired once again by my amazing friend @mirrorworldangel (I hope you're doing well my friend!!)

Also I believe from the bottom of my soul that he would have the most ridiculous decour if he was able to afford it, man's canonically a diva when he wants to be i had to make him justice.

Scratching and climbing the walls????? I'm smashing through the walls and leaving my cartoony silhouette behind. Mirror you can't just come in here and say all those things without squeezing my heart!!!! Thank you!! I hope you're doing well!!

AAAAAAA I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOUR INPUT!! AND FEEL FREE TO ASK/DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!! EXPOSE THOSE IDEAS!! FLOOD MY INBOX IF YOU MUST!! I definitely plan to sketch them out to flash them more!! And take your time making your surprise sketches my friend! I'm so excited for whatever you have planned!!

Ford is... definitely something in this AU. In the beginning, his conscious was split with Bill, but he was still himself. It was only after some years that he started becoming desensitized to his own humanity and adopting more eldritch behaviours, kind of becoming a mix of both beings and started using more of his influence and power – him practically "buying" Stan from his family being a big proof of that. Also you're absolutely right, man did all that just for his human "form" and it's achievements to be forgotten. Leaving only the "God of Knowledge".

I'm definitely exploring Caryn more!! Like, she's a woman in the medieval times/settings, poor woman never stood a chance. And even if she could, it's a literal god at her doorstep asking for her son, what would she even do?? Not to say, she thinks Stan is dead. She thinks her baby was literally sacrificed, all for some jewels and coins. They don't even know he's still alive.

I need to sketch Fiddleford definitely, but man's the definition of religious trauma and "brainwashing masked as indoctrination".

Ngl even I have a hard time imagining Ford's true form, just know that there's like- a shit ton of hands. Many hands and limbs coming from places that they shouldn't even be able to form. And yes! His wings are a reference to Bill's flames, and because of his demon statue, kind of like a banished angel. The reason why he's described like that is because I wanted to leave his interpretation confusing and vague - considering he's something Lovecraftian - and because that's Stan's POV, baby just stared at horrors he's unable to comprehend, poor boy.

Listen, doesn't matter which universe it is, Ford will always be weak for his brother. Not even the mockery of nature can escape his Lady's grip.

And mirror, my friend, I'm holding your hand when I say this... If you think Stan being sent off as a child bride is the worst thing that's going to happen to him...

You don't even have a storm coming, it's an EF5 tornado approaching you at a extremely worryingly speed.

And my friend I'm so sorry for my late answer, but I NEEDED to sketch the beautiful, stunning, eye-opening and magnificent drawing that you made of little Stan and his dress. I don't know if the shine in his eyes is just supposed to be light, but the first time I saw it I thought it was a tear (don't know if it's intentional). And his lost look?? With his dress??? And Ford's collar symbol like a brand??? HE'S A BABY YOU PORTRAYED HIM SO WELL!!! I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR THIS MY FRIEND!!

But on a serious note, take your absolute time on your pieces my friend. I will patiently and excitedly wait for anything you have planned. Again, I cannot thank you enough for your appreciation and support :) 🩵

I’d like to thank my friend @mirrorworldangel for inspiring me to finish this piece by their ficlet (go check out their posts NOW, they're awesome). I got inspired by Lady Tanith and Rykard from Elden Ring in this one (i fucking love them dude), and this is possibly the most dubious piece i’ve posted. So please, be careful and attentive of the tags please.

TW: child/sacrificial/arranged marriage, extremely big age gap (considering one of them’s a god and the other is a 12 y.o., so BE WARNED), religious themes, a bit of implied body horror/dehumanization too as a treat

Stanford who practically had his name ripped off the family after he moved and made a deal with an entity. Instead of making a deal with the god (which is essentially Bill or anyone else), man FUSED himself with it, becoming a mockery of nature and a twisted god of knowledge and greed (not in a “riches” way, more like an “i will do everything and anything to get what i want/reach my objectives” kind of greed). From the “blessings” he gave to the people of the town, they started seeing him as a higher being and worshipping him.

The years go by and no one talks about Stanford, his name being forgotten or unknown. After trimillennial years, Stanley is born. Things go the same for him, called stupid or seen as a disappointment (especially now, considering he’s an only child). So, being a kid without a stable support system and without friends, he mostly spends his time outside, going on pretend adventures with his friend/possum Shanklin and ignoring his feelings (this totally won’t have any consequences in the foreseeable future, none at all).

Stanford on the other side of the country felt a literal change on the force. While Stanley’s living his “best life”, man’s obsessing over the newfound feeling - so many years being glued to one place (even by his own will), he felt excited at the prospect of something new after god-knows how many years. He sends out some of his followers to see what was the cause of it, if he should be worried or not about this “change”, which is essentially how he finds out about Stanley.

Stanford’s morals were already… questionable. But after he fused with Bill???? Brother those things got even more twisted or are straight-out thrown out of the window depending on the situation. He’s curious about the brat - even more with the feelings that came. Just by the way his followers described him made him feel complete! As if some puzzle piece was missing all along, he thought it was fulfilled once he achieved godhood, but it was far better than it.

He wanted the boy.

He’s the God of Knowledge, a spiritual being that took physical form among mortals, with a group that would put their necks on the line for him. No mortal force could deny him anything.

When Filbrick and Caryn are visited by the cultists, Filbrick is exhilarated at the thought of one of the Old Gods blessing them with riches, so much he’s almost shoving Stan out the door instantly. Caryn, on the other hand, was inconsolable. The mere image of her baby being sacrificed to a mockery of nature made her want to cry. Stan doesn’t really understand, his mother isn’t looking at him and his father is just telling him not to mess anything up.

On the day of his “bringing”, his mother is helping him with his clothes. She looks thin, face sunken and eyes aimless as she fixes the red veil on his head. He’s wearing things that are more expensive than all the things in his house combined. An intricate golden border weaved on the red material, so big that it fell on his shoulders. A simple white and red gown with patterns embroidered on its short-puffed sleeves, rings and golden bracelets sitting heavy on his skinny arms. He smirks when he sees his reflection on the old vanity, he looks like a noble. He looks rich.

He asks his mom if his friend will like him. Caryn wants to cry.

Stan can’t help but feel giddy at all the attention he’s receiving. These people don’t even know him but they’re praising him, saying how amazing he is, how he’ll soon be loved by all, that his name will be known across the lands to the seas and to the skies. He feels sad his parents stayed behind for the ceremony, but they tell him that they’ll join after it. They eagerly push him towards the temple, leading him to the altar as he watches people cheer, laugh and celebrate his mere existence.

And there, he meets his “friend”.

His smile falls, a shiver runs down his spine. The people guiding him are oblivious to his turmoil, happily pushing him closer to the… creature. It might have a humanoid figure and be completely covered in multiple robes, but he’s not dumb enough to not recognize danger. What gets his attention is the six fingered hand slipping out one of the sleeves, taking his (tiny in comparison to the gigantic limb) hand in his. He was almost surprised at the gentleness of the action. It slips a ring on his fingers, saying something about eternal loyalty, branding him its “Lady”.

The entire church erupts in joyful screams at his hesitant nod.

It’s… actually really boring after the ceremony. They change his clothes to another gown and paint something in his forehead, guiding him to a more fancy building. They practically maneuver him to sit on the plushy chair, excitedly telling him about his position as the Proprietor and Consort. He’s like a psychic! 

The first week was awesome, seeing so many people walk the entire guest hallway just to talk with him and receive his visions and sermons made him feel so cool (if he could he would shove it on Crampelter’s face)! He could just say some nonsense and they’d eat it straight from his hands! And then the second week came, and the third, and he was so so bored. The only thing he did was sit there and say random bullshit. And the big guy of the cult didn’t even look for him once, and where are his cool powers??? 

Tired of the repetitive routine and being ignored, he leaves the manor and goes to the temple. He doesn’t give a shit if he’s interrupting the ninetieth sermon of the day or whatever, he pulls the guy’s robes and demands his attention. Yeah, the giant six handprint on the veil covering its face creeps him out, but the part of him who’s pissed yells louder. He’s smug at the astonished silence that comes from it (until it grabbed him like a kitten and raised him from the ground).

Their only ever real interaction happened some time after that.

 “Stanley was certain his friend was an ass.

The thing barely spoke to him - and he’s been there for weeks -, for some reason it’s obsessed with watching him from the shadows of his manor (he stopped giving attention to it once he realized it wouldn’t answer him), and depending on the angle you were looking at it, it seemed to have more limbs than normal moving under its robes. And after his little “interruption”, it seemed to take fun in tormenting him, using his fear of heights to suddenly lift him from the ground and carry him around the town. Seriously, what’s its deal?

So, with the will and the authority of a High Consort (whatever that means) and Proprietor of the Manor, he decided to look for answers!

He decided the best place to look was straight from the source of it all, the Temple. He decided to enter it - more like break in - after the evening, where the last praying hour would happen and it would be closed for the rest of the day. The people didn’t want to anger their “Lord” after this time.

Stan blew a raspberry, almost tripping on the flounce of his gown. Bunch of bull, his honest opinion.

Besides! This was the coolest hour! With no one around, the place looked like one of the scenes from the books with illustrations he stole once! He didn’t even see the Inquisitor wandering around.  The guy creeped him out (something something Fiddlesticks? Fliplick? Bleh, something like that), with that iron mask and that scythe, murmuring under his breath on his best days. Yeah, he preferred he kept his loyalty to his so-called Lord or whatever.

One thing he quickly came to realize was how unnecessarily long the hallways were. Not even his manor was that exaggerated. Multiple antique and fading paintings hung on the walls, ripped curtains and dusty shelves, surprisingly well-taken wooden and marble statues - some missing some limbs from the passage of time. He didn’t open a single door, in fear that it would suddenly appear and blow his cover.

His head snapped at the end of the corridor, the sound of sloshing and splashing coming from behind one of the doors. He covered his mouth, muffling his giggles. Jogging towards the door, he realized there was a bit of light coming from the slightly opened crack. Stan’s luck couldn’t have been better!

Slowly propping his hands on the wood, he smirked as pressed his face closer to the crack, excited at what he would discover. Maybe, he could even gossip about it to the others once they check his manor!

He regretted it almost immediately.

An eye stared back at him, but he’s pretty sure that wasn’t its face. Ripped muscles and hands sprouting from the wrong places, bones protruding the skin as if they were healed wrong or didn’t know where to go to make it fit, human legs hanging limply from the animalistic torso, organs he couldn’t even name falling and making a wet sound whenever it hit the skin, limbs pulsing and jerking as if they had lives of their own. He’s pretty sure he saw what looked like wings, randomly placed and varying in size.

Stan wanted to throw up. He needed to leave. Now.

Stan tried to push himself away, to get away and go back to his manor, to leave this town. In his haste, his foot got trapped on the length of his dress. His heart hammered as he fell face first on the floor, body slamming and rolling the door’s bottom stairs.

He moaned in pain, softly rubbing his forehead. That hurt. Who puts stairs behind a door?!

He froze as a shadow fell upon him, covering the entirety of the floor. He didn’t want to turn around. He really didn’t want to turn around. Well, he didn’t even turn, it decided to pluck him right out of the floor, holding him tightly in its hold. His body shook violently, as he was brought face-to-face to it - the worms roaming around its face falling on the floor with a firm “thud”.

Stan wanted to throw up.

It stared at him expectantly, he could see some simmering anger and curiosity in its eye (or what he thought was an eye), its body now hastily covered with its robes. Shit. Shit. What does he do?! What does he say?! Technically, it is his fault for breaking into its temple. And now he messed up by seeing it in its private quarters. Appeal to it? How?? Pray to him? He doesn’t know what to say! Make an excuse? It's the head of the town, it knows everything! 

“I- I-” Stan stammered as a hand came closer to him. “I- Umm- I really like- your wings!”

The hand stopped. Stan cheered internally.

“Y-Yeah! Your wings! They’re- they’re pretty cool!” Stan yelled. “I like their colors! Ummmm… blue looks good on you!”

It stared in silence. Until, tentatively, it brought him closer to its robes, a wing spreading out from underneath it. Crooked, some parts missing feathers and exposing raw skin. One thing he didn’t lie about was the colors. They… they actually looked kind of cool.

He was lightly shaken from the hand holding him, the creature now adjusting its hold so he could have his arms free. He looked at his hands, then at the wing who was now on arm's length.

Did- did it want him to pet it?

Hesitantly, Stan ran his fingers through the feathers. It was… soft. Really soft, nice to the touch too. He took care to not prod the exposed skin. He heard some chirps coming from behind him, becoming broader with his petting.

That- actually wasn’t so bad.”

Apparently, that’s all it took for the guy to get his head out of his ass. You know, simple things like actually talking to him, learning his name (the dude’s a behemoth and his name is Stanford), going on dinner dates, casually committing heresy, attempting to drag him out of the temple whenever the preaching goes on for too long. 

Stanley skittishly gets closer to the man, giving him (shy) backhanded compliments and giving him some of his sketches. Stanford seems fond of carrying him around in his many hands, letting him nap in his hold whenever he got tired of the manor - which moved to Stan spending most of his time sitting on Stanford’s shoulders. It’s months after when he’s putting more effort in his drawings and sermons, wearing the clothing gifts Stanford made for him; Stan moving into the temple and sharing a bed with the god, one of his hands covering his entire body that he realizes “omg i’m a follower just like these losers”.

Finally. Finally it is done!!! This piece was inspired by my friend @mirrorworldangel amazing idea from this post, go check them out they're amazing!!!

And my friend I'm so sorry I couldn't answer the post you mentioned me before!! For some reason I couldn't find it?? So I'll just post a screenshot of the tags incase op is uncomfortable with the art/something has happened

But I must let you know I am living for these tags

I’d like to thank my friend @mirrorworldangel for inspiring me to finish this piece by their ficlet (go check out their posts NOW, they're awesome). I got inspired by Lady Tanith and Rykard from Elden Ring in this one (i fucking love them dude), and this is possibly the most dubious piece i’ve posted. So please, be careful and attentive of the tags please.

TW: child/sacrificial/arranged marriage, extremely big age gap (considering one of them’s a god and the other is a 12 y.o., so BE WARNED), religious themes, a bit of implied body horror/dehumanization too as a treat

Stanford who practically had his name ripped off the family after he moved and made a deal with an entity. Instead of making a deal with the god (which is essentially Bill or anyone else), man FUSED himself with it, becoming a mockery of nature and a twisted god of knowledge and greed (not in a “riches” way, more like an “i will do everything and anything to get what i want/reach my objectives” kind of greed). From the “blessings” he gave to the people of the town, they started seeing him as a higher being and worshipping him.

The years go by and no one talks about Stanford, his name being forgotten or unknown. After trimillennial years, Stanley is born. Things go the same for him, called stupid or seen as a disappointment (especially now, considering he’s an only child). So, being a kid without a stable support system and without friends, he mostly spends his time outside, going on pretend adventures with his friend/possum Shanklin and ignoring his feelings (this totally won’t have any consequences in the foreseeable future, none at all).

Stanford on the other side of the country felt a literal change on the force. While Stanley’s living his “best life”, man’s obsessing over the newfound feeling - so many years being glued to one place (even by his own will), he felt excited at the prospect of something new after god-knows how many years. He sends out some of his followers to see what was the cause of it, if he should be worried or not about this “change”, which is essentially how he finds out about Stanley.

Stanford’s morals were already… questionable. But after he fused with Bill???? Brother those things got even more twisted or are straight-out thrown out of the window depending on the situation. He’s curious about the brat - even more with the feelings that came. Just by the way his followers described him made him feel complete! As if some puzzle piece was missing all along, he thought it was fulfilled once he achieved godhood, but it was far better than it.

He wanted the boy.

He’s the God of Knowledge, a spiritual being that took physical form among mortals, with a group that would put their necks on the line for him. No mortal force could deny him anything.

When Filbrick and Caryn are visited by the cultists, Filbrick is exhilarated at the thought of one of the Old Gods blessing them with riches, so much he’s almost shoving Stan out the door instantly. Caryn, on the other hand, was inconsolable. The mere image of her baby being sacrificed to a mockery of nature made her want to cry. Stan doesn’t really understand, his mother isn’t looking at him and his father is just telling him not to mess anything up.

On the day of his “bringing”, his mother is helping him with his clothes. She looks thin, face sunken and eyes aimless as she fixes the red veil on his head. He’s wearing things that are more expensive than all the things in his house combined. An intricate golden border weaved on the red material, so big that it fell on his shoulders. A simple white and red gown with patterns embroidered on its short-puffed sleeves, rings and golden bracelets sitting heavy on his skinny arms. He smirks when he sees his reflection on the old vanity, he looks like a noble. He looks rich.

He asks his mom if his friend will like him. Caryn wants to cry.

Stan can’t help but feel giddy at all the attention he’s receiving. These people don’t even know him but they’re praising him, saying how amazing he is, how he’ll soon be loved by all, that his name will be known across the lands to the seas and to the skies. He feels sad his parents stayed behind for the ceremony, but they tell him that they’ll join after it. They eagerly push him towards the temple, leading him to the altar as he watches people cheer, laugh and celebrate his mere existence.

And there, he meets his “friend”.

His smile falls, a shiver runs down his spine. The people guiding him are oblivious to his turmoil, happily pushing him closer to the… creature. It might have a humanoid figure and be completely covered in multiple robes, but he’s not dumb enough to not recognize danger. What gets his attention is the six fingered hand slipping out one of the sleeves, taking his (tiny in comparison to the gigantic limb) hand in his. He was almost surprised at the gentleness of the action. It slips a ring on his fingers, saying something about eternal loyalty, branding him its “Lady”.

The entire church erupts in joyful screams at his hesitant nod.

It’s… actually really boring after the ceremony. They change his clothes to another gown and paint something in his forehead, guiding him to a more fancy building. They practically maneuver him to sit on the plushy chair, excitedly telling him about his position as the Proprietor and Consort. He’s like a psychic! 

The first week was awesome, seeing so many people walk the entire guest hallway just to talk with him and receive his visions and sermons made him feel so cool (if he could he would shove it on Crampelter’s face)! He could just say some nonsense and they’d eat it straight from his hands! And then the second week came, and the third, and he was so so bored. The only thing he did was sit there and say random bullshit. And the big guy of the cult didn’t even look for him once, and where are his cool powers??? 

Tired of the repetitive routine and being ignored, he leaves the manor and goes to the temple. He doesn’t give a shit if he’s interrupting the ninetieth sermon of the day or whatever, he pulls the guy’s robes and demands his attention. Yeah, the giant six handprint on the veil covering its face creeps him out, but the part of him who’s pissed yells louder. He’s smug at the astonished silence that comes from it (until it grabbed him like a kitten and raised him from the ground).

Their only ever real interaction happened some time after that.

 “Stanley was certain his friend was an ass.

The thing barely spoke to him - and he’s been there for weeks -, for some reason it’s obsessed with watching him from the shadows of his manor (he stopped giving attention to it once he realized it wouldn’t answer him), and depending on the angle you were looking at it, it seemed to have more limbs than normal moving under its robes. And after his little “interruption”, it seemed to take fun in tormenting him, using his fear of heights to suddenly lift him from the ground and carry him around the town. Seriously, what’s its deal?

So, with the will and the authority of a High Consort (whatever that means) and Proprietor of the Manor, he decided to look for answers!

He decided the best place to look was straight from the source of it all, the Temple. He decided to enter it - more like break in - after the evening, where the last praying hour would happen and it would be closed for the rest of the day. The people didn’t want to anger their “Lord” after this time.

Stan blew a raspberry, almost tripping on the flounce of his gown. Bunch of bull, his honest opinion.

Besides! This was the coolest hour! With no one around, the place looked like one of the scenes from the books with illustrations he stole once! He didn’t even see the Inquisitor wandering around.  The guy creeped him out (something something Fiddlesticks? Fliplick? Bleh, something like that), with that iron mask and that scythe, murmuring under his breath on his best days. Yeah, he preferred he kept his loyalty to his so-called Lord or whatever.

One thing he quickly came to realize was how unnecessarily long the hallways were. Not even his manor was that exaggerated. Multiple antique and fading paintings hung on the walls, ripped curtains and dusty shelves, surprisingly well-taken wooden and marble statues - some missing some limbs from the passage of time. He didn’t open a single door, in fear that it would suddenly appear and blow his cover.

His head snapped at the end of the corridor, the sound of sloshing and splashing coming from behind one of the doors. He covered his mouth, muffling his giggles. Jogging towards the door, he realized there was a bit of light coming from the slightly opened crack. Stan’s luck couldn’t have been better!

Slowly propping his hands on the wood, he smirked as pressed his face closer to the crack, excited at what he would discover. Maybe, he could even gossip about it to the others once they check his manor!

He regretted it almost immediately.

An eye stared back at him, but he’s pretty sure that wasn’t its face. Ripped muscles and hands sprouting from the wrong places, bones protruding the skin as if they were healed wrong or didn’t know where to go to make it fit, human legs hanging limply from the animalistic torso, organs he couldn’t even name falling and making a wet sound whenever it hit the skin, limbs pulsing and jerking as if they had lives of their own. He’s pretty sure he saw what looked like wings, randomly placed and varying in size.

Stan wanted to throw up. He needed to leave. Now.

Stan tried to push himself away, to get away and go back to his manor, to leave this town. In his haste, his foot got trapped on the length of his dress. His heart hammered as he fell face first on the floor, body slamming and rolling the door’s bottom stairs.

He moaned in pain, softly rubbing his forehead. That hurt. Who puts stairs behind a door?!

He froze as a shadow fell upon him, covering the entirety of the floor. He didn’t want to turn around. He really didn’t want to turn around. Well, he didn’t even turn, it decided to pluck him right out of the floor, holding him tightly in its hold. His body shook violently, as he was brought face-to-face to it - the worms roaming around its face falling on the floor with a firm “thud”.

Stan wanted to throw up.

It stared at him expectantly, he could see some simmering anger and curiosity in its eye (or what he thought was an eye), its body now hastily covered with its robes. Shit. Shit. What does he do?! What does he say?! Technically, it is his fault for breaking into its temple. And now he messed up by seeing it in its private quarters. Appeal to it? How?? Pray to him? He doesn’t know what to say! Make an excuse? It's the head of the town, it knows everything! 

“I- I-” Stan stammered as a hand came closer to him. “I- Umm- I really like- your wings!”

The hand stopped. Stan cheered internally.

“Y-Yeah! Your wings! They’re- they’re pretty cool!” Stan yelled. “I like their colors! Ummmm… blue looks good on you!”

It stared in silence. Until, tentatively, it brought him closer to its robes, a wing spreading out from underneath it. Crooked, some parts missing feathers and exposing raw skin. One thing he didn’t lie about was the colors. They… they actually looked kind of cool.

He was lightly shaken from the hand holding him, the creature now adjusting its hold so he could have his arms free. He looked at his hands, then at the wing who was now on arm's length.

Did- did it want him to pet it?

Hesitantly, Stan ran his fingers through the feathers. It was… soft. Really soft, nice to the touch too. He took care to not prod the exposed skin. He heard some chirps coming from behind him, becoming broader with his petting.

That- actually wasn’t so bad.”

Apparently, that’s all it took for the guy to get his head out of his ass. You know, simple things like actually talking to him, learning his name (the dude’s a behemoth and his name is Stanford), going on dinner dates, casually committing heresy, attempting to drag him out of the temple whenever the preaching goes on for too long. 

Stanley skittishly gets closer to the man, giving him (shy) backhanded compliments and giving him some of his sketches. Stanford seems fond of carrying him around in his many hands, letting him nap in his hold whenever he got tired of the manor - which moved to Stan spending most of his time sitting on Stanford’s shoulders. It’s months after when he’s putting more effort in his drawings and sermons, wearing the clothing gifts Stanford made for him; Stan moving into the temple and sharing a bed with the god, one of his hands covering his entire body that he realizes “omg i’m a follower just like these losers”.

@mirrorworldangel

Oh my god

I don't even know what to say omg

My friend, once again you have blessed me with your presence because this is absolutely beautiful. This was the first thing I saw the moment I woke up and I had to take 2 laps around my house of how excited I was seeing this, and then ANOTHER ONE WHEN I REALISED THERE WAS A DOC!!!! YOU HAD ME SQUEALING AND SCREAMING FROM HOW EXCITED I WAS READING THIS!!!

Beautifully written your creativity never ceases to impress me omg!!! Thank you so much for the support, and also take care of yourself too!! I'll be waiting for you with the uttermost patience :D!!

Omg their designs, Pinington looking so tired, Forrestor shock, I can't believe you turned my silly rambling into this amazing plot/story. I AM SENDING MENTAL KISSES DIRECTLY ON YOUR FOREHEAD!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! Bill being a parasitic baby??? That's some "Rosemary Baby" shit omg, the Ciphertologists fucking Stan's life and their revenge on them, Pinington walking into the sea, Mama being awesome in the general, THE FUCKING EVERYWHERE AND EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE QUOTE I AM CRYING----

In the most affectionate way possible I am mentally doing this to you, words can't describe how much I adore this piece!!! AND ALSO TAKE YOUR TIME, PLEASE DON'T RUSH!! Once again thank you so much for your support my friend :D I'll to be waiting for you in the same way you had done for me!!

Some time ago, my dearest friend @iluminated-goat shared some of her ficlets of her 2!Stans and 2!Fords au (recently they added another one and it's so cute!!! ❤️). And as usual, they inspired me to draw and write my version of Forrester and Pinington, so here it is!

To clarify things, they're NOT from the same universe. Each of them has their own backstory before coming to this world (and spoiler alert! it ain't pretty). Their back stories can be read right here since it might be too lengthy to write it down here.

In my opinion, this au is the happy ending they deserved after the hells they previously went through.

I still got other aus and fics that I am working on whole at the same time juggling my work life, so as always it might take awhile. I am working on some ideas about Mama and it involves with our peggy Stan! Hope you like it Ilumi!

Have this other one too bc I was watching Subnautica walkthroughs and Underwater!! Stancest mermaid brainrot (and also me shoving my whale/shark obsessions at you)

I’m not even gonna lie idk anything about fishes but i am a whale and shark enthusiast so i’m sorry if i’m making any of you suffer with my species decision. Some marine researchers found an injured merman in the Norwegian sea. It took them almost an entire month to catch him (without them being mauled) and bring him to the Institute (which took half of their tranquilizers to make him docile/easier to work).

From the quick yet efficient studies and patching up his harpoon gash, they found out that despite his age he’s incredibly strong and fast! A mix between an orca and a mako shark, the scars in his upper body and tail left mystery for interesting stories, a scar in his neck made by what appeared to be dulled teeth (a doctor prodded it once, and only once. His eyes immediately snapped open, slamming his tail on the medic's face, it was a miracle they even survived the attack). And surprisingly, a rare case of polydactyly in his hands and pectoral fins! He took to the name Sixer, finned ears flipping excitedly whenever he heard it - but he always seemed disappointed once he realised it was his caretakers calling him.

He even expressed curiosity to their conversations and medical documents, crowned-feet eyes taking everything in his surroundings and even stealing jellybeans packets behind his caretaker’s backs - however, he still kept distance in his quarantine area, figure tense and hunched if provoked.

But after some weeks, they couldn’t help but notice he looked more… tense. Overstimulated, even. Constantly swimming in circles, faintly clawing his glass case, distressed noises leaving him on rare occasions. He would pluck some of the corals and shells that decorated his pool, taking them to an opening in the rock walls, constantly changing their places and pushing the seaweeds to the deep corner. They tried everything they could to make him comfortable until they could release him to the sea: changed him to an even bigger pool, encouraged him hunting, tried to make him interact with other mermaids (it went well, but it was clear he wasn’t that interested in joining their pod), ran more tests to check his health and check the scars, upgraded his security after an almost successful escape attempt; nothing worked.

It wasn’t until some weeks of his stay that they finally found out what was wrong with him. The day went on as normal, caretakers still worried about his condition, Sixer clawing at the walls and probably planning another escape attempt. Shit only hit the fan when night arrived, the sound of metal slamming on the wall and the water splashing from his room had all the scientist’s attention.

Looking at the cameras, they noticed another merman in his pool - this one younger (an adolescent they would say), wearing a red seaweed shawl with pearls and jewelry wrapped on it, his long tail reminding them of a beluga. The teen turned his head around, aimlessly and slowly swimming while calling out to something. What had the researchers horror and them scrambling to get the teen out of the cage was Sixer, blurred form barreling towards the teenage merman.

They expected him to maul him, to rip him to pieces, for a territorial brawl. However, once Sixer was near him, he swimmed around him in circles, softly pulling the teen in his arms, hugging him protectively. They watched baffled as the teen merely laughed, nuzzling their necks and pressing their foreheads together. Their bodies lazily floating through the water, high and whistling chirps as they held each other, making up for their time separated. They watched Sixer’s arms possessively wrap around the boy, the teen making himself comfortable on top of the older man.

Sixer was stressed because he missed his mate.

Holy shit that made so much sense now.

That put them in a spot. On one hand, Sixer was finally calm and reunited with his mate - whom they named Oyster. On the other hand, Oyster couldn’t exactly stay there for legal and resources reasons. (they tried separating them once, heavy on “try”, Sixer immediately snarled at them, his mate didn't even bat an eye to it as he nuzzled his face on the man's hair). Plus, it’s the most cooperative they’ve ever had him! They’ve never seen him smile that much! From the looks of it, it appears that their small pod operated in a matriarchal system with how Sixer proudly showed off their temporary nest and stole things to make more accessories to his beloved.

They decided to let them stay, with how content they were with each other. Plus, Sixer only had a few more days until he returned to the sea, so what was the harm????

The problem was the people that mysteriously - as they suspected Oyster, who looked far too pleased with himself - appeared in their cage. First, two calves who were playfully chasing each other, they fondly named them Star and Dipper from their birthmarks. And then, a frizzled Eurasian otter with a scar on his temple - they named him Glasses from the round spots around his eyes.

Then, a Grey Seal who… looked remarkably like a gopher appeared, swiftly cleaning their pool and caring for their temporary nest. And last, a red haired Thresher Shark, found nestled with the others of her group, sleeping while both adults of the pod stayed awake.

The Institute still wondered, even after they returned the group to their home, how they accidentally acquired seven fishes instead of one.

MY SWEETIES MY FRIENDS HELLO I'M STILL KICKING!! I'm so sorry for my disappearances these days, college is still kicking my ass and my drawings are evolving on the pace of a snail D""": I'm truly sorry I can't offer anything more than this piece I wrote while in my tests week, I have some time free so I'll try my best to be more active when I can!!! Thank you all for the attention and patience :)

Some tags: implied 2Fords, teen mom Stan (yes I was still in the pregnant Stan funk, still am tbh), Crampelter being a fucking asshole.

guess who’s still fixated on pregnant Stan, have some teen mom Stan ramblings that randomly originated at 3AM

Stan bringing his kid to school because the babysitter bailed out last minute and like hell he’s going to leave his baby all alone (or god forbid, call his parents). So he sucked up the embarrassment and brought them with him. To school. To his classes. Where his classmates and teachers saw him. In the 60s.

Everyone is surprised at that. Well- Stan was a bit of a delinquent, but to actually mess up that bad??? That resulted in a literal child????? And from a quick look at him, he clearly doesn’t have a ring on him, which is enough to get people whispering and glaring at him. Some of the teachers even do a double take to confirm that they’re actually seeing correctly, others stare bewildered and others say about how “it was only a matter of time for him” because of his behaviour. The only one that doesn’t seem to care much is Ford, even letting the babe play with his fingers.

They expect the baby to be a nuisance ofc, already pointing fingers and laughing at the “new parent” in their class. Stan wants to bury himself in a hole at that. But surprise-surprise, his baby mostly sleeps through the entire ordeal. Chubby face pressed comfortably in the crook of their mama’s neck, soft snores leaving their body as a tiny hand grips Stan’s white shirt. After some time, Stan gets comfortable even, writing his lessons (since he can’t exactly not pay attention as he used to do) and holding his baby close to his body, absently smiling at their cooing noises, whispering reassurances to them if they get fussy and kissing their tiny forehead every now just because he can and he wants to hear his baby giggles. The class is quieter than normal, but he has better things to focus on now.

Listen, no one wants to get associated with someone who’s considered “worthless” by the then-society’s standards, but the baby is cute. Especially after he woke up, big brown eyes taking in the new place, giving a gummy smile and laughing at anyone that looked or interacted with them. At lunch, some people approach the twins, asking them - mostly Stan - about the kid. Stan puts on the suave charm, answering and effortlessly dodging some questions - and he definitely shows his kid ofd. C’mon, his kid is adorable.

Crampelter unfortunately hears the rumors. Stan??? Is a dad??? And he brought his brat to school??? He’s hounding and throwing every single insult at them. Stan, bc of his baby, tries to ignore the jeers. Until Crampelter popped a bag full of air near him. His kiddo is startled, whimpering as tears swell in their eyes, quickly burrowing and hiding their face in Stan's shirt, wanting to get away from the noise and for their mama to comfort them.

Ford comforts his sobbing nibling while Stan beats the shit out of Crampelter in the cafeteria. No one intervenes because Crampelter bullies everyone there and also because “listen dude we know you’re an asshole but scaring a baby???? Deadass????” which stains his reputation even more and keeps him on the low for the rest of the day. The second Stan stops fighting he immediately goes to his baby, rubbing their tiny back and peppering the softest kisses on the top of their head. Mumbles of “it’s ok, kiddo, ma- papa’s here now”, running his thumb over their freckles, the softest smile on his face when his baby finally calms down – definitely ignoring his classmates stares.

The rest of the day goes swiftly, only Stan’s definitely clinging to his baby more now. Some teachers even offer to hold his kid so he can rest his arms for a bit.

The next day, some can’t help but feel a bit disappointed when Stan comes to the school with his arms empty - fortunately and unfortunately, the babysitter didn’t bail out.

That kind of becomes a habit, when Stan doesn't have time or the money to pay someone to look after his kiddo, he just- brings them with him. On snowy days, his baby looked like an angry burrito, with cheeks all puffed up as people and their mama laughed at them. In summer his baby’s out like a rock. Some of his teachers even give mock-exams to his kiddo to include him in the lesson. And in the rare occasions where his baby cries or needs to eat, his teachers let him leave the room or outright hold them while Stan finishes his things.

However, what gets all the teachers and students is how the baby adores the physics teacher. It was after the first time Stan bought his baby, when they had a physics class. The man walked into the class only to immediately stop in his tracks once he glanced in Stan's direction, letting out an amused laugh at the scene.

Kid on the other hand, was laughing and letting out the cutest gurgles, arms reaching out for the older man, wiggling in Stan's arms. And when Mr. Forrester decided to entertain them?? Kid was screeching in joy, holding the man’s extra finger with a strong grip, babbling and touching the man’s face; laughing when the teacher pressed them closer to his chest, nuzzling his nose on their little tuft of hair. 

People joked that the baby took after their uncle, some developed a stronger crush on the teacher after that. But the teasing got worse after one day, the baby excitedly called Mr. Forrester “papa” at the top of their little lungs, giggling at the man's wide eyes and silence, oblivious to the interruption they caused as they palmed his aged face. Stan was mortified, ignoring his peers' laughter as he took his baby back, letting out excuses and how “they only started talking recently”. Their teacher visibly held back a dopey smile for the rest of the day.

It’s only years later, in a high school reunion party, that they actually find out why exactly Stan’s kid was so obsessed with their physics teacher.

My friend Angel!!!! I apologize for my late reply, but don't worry about your lack of responses, I too disappear from time to time. I'm so glad you liked them (and I plan to make more >:D pregnant Stan). AND THANK YOU!!! Once I'm done with my assignments I'm gonna become a beast just you wait!! And take care of yourself too my friend!! 🩵

Also: Angel 🤝 Me when it comes to Ford suffering

Gaaah the McGuckets making Stan Tate's honorary uncle I'm gonna cry, imagining him carrying little and chubby toddler Tate in his arms; kissing his hairful of curls and pressing him closer to him when he laughs (Ford almost having a heart attack when he sees them together because they look alike - and no he is NOT jealous at this fact, not at all).

Also Fidds and Emma's relationship getting better and Fiddleford actually getting some help and not emotionally cheating on his wife (something I rarely see people talking about??? Also??)

Your entire paragraph of Bill just made me laugh. Yes gazillion year old demon, behave like a bratty teenager with someone who couldn't care less about you. He's definitely even abusing his manipulation (which aren't even that strong?? Like man just reads minds and that's it??) over Ford. Fiddleford kind of left, Emma-May would definitely throw hands with him, they both take care of their son and Stan is leading with his life. They're close but not that close, so he's definitely feeling lonely, which is fucked for him and a blessing to Bill (until Stan started visiting his twin constantly).

AND MAMA AND AXOLOTL JOINING FORCES WAS SOMETHING I DID NOT KNOW I NEEDED. The chaos these two would cause, Axolotl being the baby's "dad"!!!! That's such a good idea/theory!! The "Little Fish" is something from here where I live, a funny nickname for babies and because of Stan's fez symbol too :D these two are definitely watching everything happening like a telenovela (Axolotl laughs at Bill's attempts, Mama is going to rip her eyes once these two emotionally constipated losers start talking omg)

I bring doodles! And- *I grab the can of meads mid air, I fumble with it and it falls on the ground, loudly, it echoes* I bring more pregnant Stan lore!! I had some ideas for it for a while but I didn't have the motivation or time to do them, but coming back made me want to get on the flow again! I want to thank my friends and all the people that liked my posts :) I truly appreciate you all

NOW TO THE LORE BABY! I wanted to explore more of Stan's relationships here, and how he ended up getting them (since he's living in Gravity Falls

Begrudgingly allies to queer platonic Fiddlestan my beloved. Ford and Fiddleford's fallout doesn't start outright with the portal, rather than Fidd's apprehension about it and Ford's "Muse". Needless to say, they have some arguments and discussions about it, some harsher than normal. At some point, Fidds just goes away from the Shack and goes to Stan to distract himself/calm down; mostly bc Stan's the closest and they're on deeper speaking terms. Not friends, but not strangers either; Fiddleford just need someone relatively normal now.

Stan's awkward as hell about it, he doesn't know much about Fiddleford, being on arms length with the man. Having someone breaking down in front of you and in your home while you're trying to sleep with someone kicking your bladder is... Hard. But listen, he's been on the far end of the stick too many times, and he knows that being alone with your thoughts is a dangerous thing - much less in that state. So, hesitantly, he lets him stay for the night, which turns into a week, which turns into when he's actually stable to leave-

So slowly, they form this camaraderie, slowly getting to know each other (mostly on the left foot bc Stan's still too hesitant to open up/casually meet people and Fiddleford is just too... nice).

Needless to say, Stan is not having that shit. He may or not be projecting but he is not letting this fact just fly away to the sun and evaporate like nothing, he has Fidds almost hound his family to come to Gravity Falls or to at least make sure to visit them (not just calls). Fuck him, Stan will take the risk of having his throat slit while they stay in his house just so they can be together (Ford is definitely NOT clawing at walls with jealousy and envy that Fiddleford got closer to Stan first)

And also because I'm a firm believer and lover of Stan having girl/female friendships, no I will not elaborate. And because I love Emma-May and Tate (I definitely need to draw them more), idk why but I feel like they would be a cool team these two (and because they have fluffy hair, but that's another story). Stan becoming an honorary uncle to Tate and taking care of him whenever his parents have to work or rest (plus, he's kinda preparing for his little one too, and Little Tate is just too cute for him to handle).

So while he has a somewhat established relationship with the McGucket's (and then slowly adopting him in their circle), Ford and Stan are still... tolerable, rough on the corners. They talk, but it's not the same. Both of the want to reconnect, they feel that want to be close again, even if it's not the same as before. The thing is that both of them are too stubborn/afraid to do so, plus, they're both leading their lives in different ways, how would that work? Plus, they don't even know each other anymore after their separation, how much did they change after there 10 years?

And Bill isn't helping the case, at all. Stan doesn't even know the guy, but the dude just decided that he wants him dead. Stan doesn't trust him. For as much as he respects and loves his brother, nothing will ever make him want to be in the same room as that thing. It makes too much promises and says just the right things to make you fall right on their hands, it makes him uneasy and bring back memories he'd rather not discuss.

A bit of info: the astronaut comes from the phrase "your mother's an astronaut", which means she was a drug addict while pregnant and her child came out with birth defects. Yeah, those two fucking hate each other - the problem is that Stan will bite back and not take his shit (he can insult him all he wants but the moment he even talks about his baby the restraint is out the window). As much as he wants to hit him, he doesn't want to injure his brother (as hard as that is) and Cipher doesn't harm him physically because Ford would lose some trust in him and that would attract too much attention, so verbal jabs it is.

The thing is that after some time, Stan just see Bill as this... Bratty kid. Throwing a tantrum anytime things don't go his way, and that's simultaneously terrifying and hilarious considering he's a god-knows-how-old demon with the power to bend their reality. Sometimes he can't help but just, lock him in place or speak to him in this tired voice because "dude I just want to raise my kid and I'm trying to sleep, you're making noise, you're not being scary you're just being an asshole. And quit hurting yourself I'm the one that's doing your bandages and that's not even your body your asymmetrical bastard".

So while Ford doesn't wake up to Bill's true intentions, someone has to keep the reins in the Shack and occasionally, MYSTERIOUSLY, slow down the construction of the portal. He has Bill fuming while angrily flipping medical book pages to see what could cause a miscarriage or birth defects (it doesn't work and that makes him want to scream).

Also I want to explore more of Stan's psychologic with his pregnancy and the horrors of getting accostumated to it (he's happy but listen his dick changed to a vagina, his entire body is changing, that's kinda wild to think about) but it'll definitely take some time before I start bc I have upcoming tests (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) but once again, thank you all for your attention and reading this far :D!!

The memes too because I feel strangely proud of them

I bring doodles! And- *I grab the can of meads mid air, I fumble with it and it falls on the ground, loudly, it echoes* I bring more pregnant Stan lore!! I had some ideas for it for a while but I didn't have the motivation or time to do them, but coming back made me want to get on the flow again! I want to thank my friends and all the people that liked my posts :) I truly appreciate you all

NOW TO THE LORE BABY! I wanted to explore more of Stan's relationships here, and how he ended up getting them (since he's living in Gravity Falls

Begrudgingly allies to queer platonic Fiddlestan my beloved. Ford and Fiddleford's fallout doesn't start outright with the portal, rather than Fidd's apprehension about it and Ford's "Muse". Needless to say, they have some arguments and discussions about it, some harsher than normal. At some point, Fidds just goes away from the Shack and goes to Stan to distract himself/calm down; mostly bc Stan's the closest and they're on deeper speaking terms. Not friends, but not strangers either; Fiddleford just need someone relatively normal now.

Stan's awkward as hell about it, he doesn't know much about Fiddleford, being on arms length with the man. Having someone breaking down in front of you and in your home while you're trying to sleep with someone kicking your bladder is... Hard. But listen, he's been on the far end of the stick too many times, and he knows that being alone with your thoughts is a dangerous thing - much less in that state. So, hesitantly, he lets him stay for the night, which turns into a week, which turns into when he's actually stable to leave-

So slowly, they form this camaraderie, slowly getting to know each other (mostly on the left foot bc Stan's still too hesitant to open up/casually meet people and Fiddleford is just too... nice).

Needless to say, Stan is not having that shit. He may or not be projecting but he is not letting this fact just fly away to the sun and evaporate like nothing, he has Fidds almost hound his family to come to Gravity Falls or to at least make sure to visit them (not just calls). Fuck him, Stan will take the risk of having his throat slit while they stay in his house just so they can be together (Ford is definitely NOT clawing at walls with jealousy and envy that Fiddleford got closer to Stan first)

And also because I'm a firm believer and lover of Stan having girl/female friendships, no I will not elaborate. And because I love Emma-May and Tate (I definitely need to draw them more), idk why but I feel like they would be a cool team these two (and because they have fluffy hair, but that's another story). Stan becoming an honorary uncle to Tate and taking care of him whenever his parents have to work or rest (plus, he's kinda preparing for his little one too, and Little Tate is just too cute for him to handle).

So while he has a somewhat established relationship with the McGucket's (and then slowly adopting him in their circle), Ford and Stan are still... tolerable, rough on the corners. They talk, but it's not the same. Both of the want to reconnect, they feel that want to be close again, even if it's not the same as before. The thing is that both of them are too stubborn/afraid to do so, plus, they're both leading their lives in different ways, how would that work? Plus, they don't even know each other anymore after their separation, how much did they change after there 10 years?

And Bill isn't helping the case, at all. Stan doesn't even know the guy, but the dude just decided that he wants him dead. Stan doesn't trust him. For as much as he respects and loves his brother, nothing will ever make him want to be in the same room as that thing. It makes too much promises and says just the right things to make you fall right on their hands, it makes him uneasy and bring back memories he'd rather not discuss.

A bit of info: the astronaut comes from the phrase "your mother's an astronaut", which means she was a drug addict while pregnant and her child came out with birth defects. Yeah, those two fucking hate each other - the problem is that Stan will bite back and not take his shit (he can insult him all he wants but the moment he even talks about his baby the restraint is out the window). As much as he wants to hit him, he doesn't want to injure his brother (as hard as that is) and Cipher doesn't harm him physically because Ford would lose some trust in him and that would attract too much attention, so verbal jabs it is.

The thing is that after some time, Stan just see Bill as this... Bratty kid. Throwing a tantrum anytime things don't go his way, and that's simultaneously terrifying and hilarious considering he's a god-knows-how-old demon with the power to bend their reality. Sometimes he can't help but just, lock him in place or speak to him in this tired voice because "dude I just want to raise my kid and I'm trying to sleep, you're making noise, you're not being scary you're just being an asshole. And quit hurting yourself I'm the one that's doing your bandages and that's not even your body your asymmetrical bastard".

So while Ford doesn't wake up to Bill's true intentions, someone has to keep the reins in the Shack and occasionally, MYSTERIOUSLY, slow down the construction of the portal. He has Bill fuming while angrily flipping medical book pages to see what could cause a miscarriage or birth defects (it doesn't work and that makes him want to scream).

Also I want to explore more of Stan's psychologic with his pregnancy and the horrors of getting accostumated to it (he's happy but listen his dick changed to a vagina, his entire body is changing, that's kinda wild to think about) but it'll definitely take some time before I start bc I have upcoming tests (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) but once again, thank you all for your attention and reading this far :D!!

I bring doodles! And- *I grab the can of meads mid air, I fumble with it and it falls on the ground, loudly, it echoes* I bring more pregnant Stan lore!! I had some ideas for it for a while but I didn't have the motivation or time to do them, but coming back made me want to get on the flow again! I want to thank my friends and all the people that liked my posts :) I truly appreciate you all

NOW TO THE LORE BABY! I wanted to explore more of Stan's relationships here, and how he ended up getting them (since he's living in Gravity Falls

Begrudgingly allies to queer platonic Fiddlestan my beloved. Ford and Fiddleford's fallout doesn't start outright with the portal, rather than Fidd's apprehension about it and Ford's "Muse". Needless to say, they have some arguments and discussions about it, some harsher than normal. At some point, Fidds just goes away from the Shack and goes to Stan to distract himself/calm down; mostly bc Stan's the closest and they're on deeper speaking terms. Not friends, but not strangers either; Fiddleford just need someone relatively normal now.

Stan's awkward as hell about it, he doesn't know much about Fiddleford, being on arms length with the man. Having someone breaking down in front of you and in your home while you're trying to sleep with someone kicking your bladder is... Hard. But listen, he's been on the far end of the stick too many times, and he knows that being alone with your thoughts is a dangerous thing - much less in that state. So, hesitantly, he lets him stay for the night, which turns into a week, which turns into when he's actually stable to leave-

So slowly, they form this camaraderie, slowly getting to know each other (mostly on the left foot bc Stan's still too hesitant to open up/casually meet people and Fiddleford is just too... nice).

Needless to say, Stan is not having that shit. He may or not be projecting but he is not letting this fact just fly away to the sun and evaporate like nothing, he has Fidds almost hound his family to come to Gravity Falls or to at least make sure to visit them (not just calls). Fuck him, Stan will take the risk of having his throat slit while they stay in his house just so they can be together (Ford is definitely NOT clawing at walls with jealousy and envy that Fiddleford got closer to Stan first)

And also because I'm a firm believer and lover of Stan having girl/female friendships, no I will not elaborate. And because I love Emma-May and Tate (I definitely need to draw them more), idk why but I feel like they would be a cool team these two (and because they have fluffy hair, but that's another story). Stan becoming an honorary uncle to Tate and taking care of him whenever his parents have to work or rest (plus, he's kinda preparing for his little one too, and Little Tate is just too cute for him to handle).

So while he has a somewhat established relationship with the McGucket's (and then slowly adopting him in their circle), Ford and Stan are still... tolerable, rough on the corners. They talk, but it's not the same. Both of the want to reconnect, they feel that want to be close again, even if it's not the same as before. The thing is that both of them are too stubborn/afraid to do so, plus, they're both leading their lives in different ways, how would that work? Plus, they don't even know each other anymore after their separation, how much did they change after there 10 years?

And Bill isn't helping the case, at all. Stan doesn't even know the guy, but the dude just decided that he wants him dead. Stan doesn't trust him. For as much as he respects and loves his brother, nothing will ever make him want to be in the same room as that thing. It makes too much promises and says just the right things to make you fall right on their hands, it makes him uneasy and bring back memories he'd rather not discuss.

A bit of info: the astronaut comes from the phrase "your mother's an astronaut", which means she was a drug addict while pregnant and her child came out with birth defects. Yeah, those two fucking hate each other - the problem is that Stan will bite back and not take his shit (he can insult him all he wants but the moment he even talks about his baby the restraint is out the window). As much as he wants to hit him, he doesn't want to injure his brother (as hard as that is) and Cipher doesn't harm him physically because Ford would lose some trust in him and that would attract too much attention, so verbal jabs it is.

The thing is that after some time, Stan just see Bill as this... Bratty kid. Throwing a tantrum anytime things don't go his way, and that's simultaneously terrifying and hilarious considering he's a god-knows-how-old demon with the power to bend their reality. Sometimes he can't help but just, lock him in place or speak to him in this tired voice because "dude I just want to raise my kid and I'm trying to sleep, you're making noise, you're not being scary you're just being an asshole. And quit hurting yourself I'm the one that's doing your bandages and that's not even your body your asymmetrical bastard".

So while Ford doesn't wake up to Bill's true intentions, someone has to keep the reins in the Shack and occasionally, MYSTERIOUSLY, slow down the construction of the portal. He has Bill fuming while angrily flipping medical book pages to see what could cause a miscarriage or birth defects (it doesn't work and that makes him want to scream).

Also I want to explore more of Stan's psychologic with his pregnancy and the horrors of getting accostumated to it (he's happy but listen his dick changed to a vagina, his entire body is changing, that's kinda wild to think about) but it'll definitely take some time before I start bc I have upcoming tests (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) but once again, thank you all for your attention and reading this far :D!!