*ripping Sounds As I Come Out Of My Cocoon* Hello Guys!! I Finally Reappeared!! I'm Working Like A Machine

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...

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

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.

guess who found extremely old and rough doodles of a crack AU that was inspired by one episode from Primal but I scrapped it, I liked how these came out and I wanted to show just so you guys don't have nothing while I finish some drawings!!

Also warning this is extremely self indulgent I just wanted to draw pregnant Stan and living his best life so be warned

Stan while wandering through the streets of South American comes across a wishing well of some sorts (which was inspired by a fic that I don't remember the name ('': ), drunk and with nothing to lose, he throws a coin for the "fun" of it some sort. It was going to have some body horror considering that... A dick changing to a vagina and make room for a womb would definitely hurt.

Realising in the worst way possible that the fountain did work (a little too well), he decides to get his head out of his ass and try to at least get his life on track the best he can just so he wouldn't ruin the kid's life (he doesn't have a self preserving bone in his body but now that he's not "alone" anymore he had to force himself to grow some healthy habits - and like hell he's going to damage his kids just because of his stubbornness and past). It occured the same way in the show, with him crashing the car, faking his death; but not before he goes to somewhere far away, his few option chosen being Oregon, in a small secluded town (unknowingly for him, where Ford lives)

It took him a while to get accustomed to, well, everything. But slowly became routine, having to get clean and get his weight back, acquiring a job and a small apartment (enough for him and his kiddo), medic and therapists visits (which he almost gnawed his skin off at the thought of vulnerability, but he wanted to do his kid right, so the whole package it was). It was hard at first, but life's going well for him, he's in a better shape than he was in years at the few months of his pregnancy, he has a nice (and stable) salary and he has a home to go back to.

And then he meets Ford.

Man's almost having a heart attack right there, his brother who he hasn't seen in 10 years since he was kicked out is standing right in front of the cashier, staring at him with those almost dead eyes if it weren't for the amount of emotions there. He only realizes what he's looking at when he unconsciously shields his stomach, swollen with life (having gotten so used to it he didn't even try to hide it anymore). Ford on the other hand is livid, his twin - the one who ruined his life - was living in the same place as him for some forsaken reason. Not only that, he's pregnant, which shouldn't even be possible.

Their relationship is shit basically. They're still tense with each other, barely talking unless necessary. Stan just wants to go on with his life, Ford as much as he's seething wants to know everything and anything about his brother (even though he doesn't admit that). Fiddleford is suffering, until he convinces his friend to invite Stan to their house (yknow to at least talk, an actual conversation instead of borderline stalking on his job).

Get a load of this jealous and emotionally constipated loser lmao (I don't blame him I would crash out too if I found out I fumbled Stan). Bill is there too bc that fucker can and will ruin lives for the entertainment of it (but he stopped going to Stan's mindscape bc he beat the shit out of him there). I didn't really have much planned aside from this, and I didnt know where to go wit this. Might make some doodles based on this just for fun

Again, thank you for reading!! And I swear I will post my art I just work extremely slow ('': and I'm currently working on a Stancest AU lore I swear I'll feed you guys soon!!!

I have so much to ask so I'm going to continue down here:

1. I seethe in rage with Filbrick's disappointing jeers and abuses towards Stan, at that moment I was worried about his injuries and the broken glass on his foot was a worried surprise! But don't worry, Ford is here to save the day (according to plan, we all know! 😉)

2. And the moments in Gravity Falls warmed my heart; from him getting engaged with the beautiful ring (Amethyst and pearls!!? 🤩) to befriending ALL of Gravity Falls at his new job at the convenience store (except Northwest, but who cares)! Do I sense that Stan would inherit the Duskertons's store when they pass on? Cause it felt like he did.

3. Don't make me start on his gaggle of duckling kids, baby Soos, Wendy, Tambry and Robbie! Ahhhh, so cute!!! His mama instincts kick in fast with papa Ford by his side and all 😆

4. But then the birthing scene is a whole lot to take in, so much that I had to reread that part again and again...I was literally scared! His hallucinations of Bill Cipher, the Axolotl (maybe?) holding baby Darlan...and the description of beast Ford with hints of Mama's six eyes...the mathematical equations haunting his blurry sight, I am super convinced that those three had been watching the birth to determine that universe!

5. And baby Darlan...their darling star...the perfect baby with his tuft of hair and six perfect fingers on both hands...I melted like eclair...

Thank you, once again, for this perfect story...you have stolen my heart and returned it to me full and thrice richer with love...Thank you my friend...

Aksolsls I hear you loud and clear!! And I bring answers!!

1. I tried to make Filbrick scenes be related to when Stan was kicked out of the house (also based his dialogue from some of his VA lines!!) and to show that he really was abusive (tending the thing of "when you get kids like yourself you'll understand why I was so harsh" and even the impacts that can be seen on the rest of the family. There might be a possibility that he loved them and even had "good moments", but he still hurt them, badly.

2. AAA I'm so glad you enjoyed it! If Stan didn't make the Mystery Shack, he had to at least have something and a reason to speak with the people of the town. And also Pa and Ma Duskertons my beloveds, them being parental figures to Stan because... His father and he can't talk with his mama for now was really fun to write :) and to also show his closeness to the people even in this AU when they came to visit him

3. Sidoldldod I know Darlan is the oldest of the kids but I had to write them!! Needed Stan to be seen as a maternal/parental figure and he deserves to have his kiddos around him :DD and Darlan being the "little older brother" of the bunch after they met him!!

4. Truly so glad you enjoyed because it was my favourite part to write :) (FUN FACT: I was actually going to make Stan hallucinate Filbrick as the doctors that were taking Darlan away, making his panic even worse than the one seen in the fic, but my boy was suffering too much already so I discarded it (⁠ ⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⁠⌢⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀⁠) ). From what I read, they used to give pregnant woman giving birth in the 60s an analgesic/ opioid called Pethidene, which if given too much/because of the stress, some people ended up hallucinating and having delirious thoughts.

Also I'm so glad you caught onto the references! They're spot on! Also the thought of them seeing this universe IS GENIUS, why didn't I think of that/ref pos. I was actually trying to make a reference to the change of the CANON and a reference to the portal, showing just how many things changed in the way they were supposed to act/play out.

5. *Takes a drag of my cigarette, staring at the distance* sigh, Darlan. Little baby Darlan. Stan feeling so many thoughts about his pregnancy, wanting it but being so scared of being anything like his father. Coming to terms with the little life inside of him and the challenges, to finally hold him is his arms. Their little star and bundle of joy, the moment they get home they're drowning him in kisses bc that's their baby and he's so cute!!!

I'm internally jumping with joy that you enjoyed each moment of this fic :) you have been a great contribution to this project with your passion and ideas I truly cannot thank you enough my friend 🩵🩵

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!!

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! 😘

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”.

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