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It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.

Accounts don't just randomly spring up on tumblr without gofundmes while asking for someone to help them create a campaign. Fuck out of here with that shit.

guys what if I told you I have a 2Fords!Stancest "the kiss" rereading rotting in my files since december

what- what if

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)

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*

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.

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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”.

Fellas so sorry for the radio silence, couldn't make much progress of the fic because there was a lot ot storms and my network was SHIT. But tomorrow I'm gonna crank these knuckles!! Have a snippet for now!!

Also I'm making some fanarts too but I have yet to finish any of them (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) thank you so much for the attention and support for now, just one more chapter to go, still have to finish the second!!

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! ❤️

TW: suggestive content, teen pregnancy/mpreg

He does not remember buying that dress, wonder where it came from...

A quick sketch while I took a break from writing, been seeing a lot of preg!Stan and I've been inspired

Also inspired by @muchmallows AU, teen Stan my beloved...