Hi Ilumi! Hope You Have A Good Time At Uni! I Got Another Inspiration To Share With You And It's About

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”.

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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.

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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!!

Not only did I make more Mama!Stan... I also bought Aster's!Stan into the mix!! Best of both things.

But on a serious note, imagine the intensity of these two meeting, the moment. Holy shit, imagine seeing yourself, the things that you could've been or could've become depending on your choices. The fact that these two are actually really similar too, the basically had the same fate if you stop to think about it, the only difference is how they both dealt with their Ford's and the fact that one of them had... Aster.

Imagine looking at this younger version of you, despite everything he suffered, he found his happy ending. He's completely at peace and he has his son with him, something that you've longed in some nights but couldn't handle the thought of making them go through the things you've suffered. He's what you could've been in a very distant future, it's you but it's not you. Imagine feeling the things you tried so hard to ignore and feeling you thought were gone overdue just slam into you like this. The small bit of envy but also empathy towards this version of you.

Imagine seeing this version of you, taller and proud, he looks like you in the past, but he looks comfortable in his skin, proud of himself than when you were in that time. Despite his hidden exhaustion, he has found peace too in his own way. The tattoo in his chest, the same one as your son, you wonder what he goes through for a moment, if he's happy. In a moment, you wish you've could've been him, then your son wouldn't exist and he wouldn't have to suffer because of you - and you recoil at that thought.

Imagine their talks, the complete empathy towards the other, so alike but so different. Mama!Stan almost willing himself to ask about this Stan's child, his interests, his dimension. Aster's!Stan seeing more than what meets the eye, his job and if he's still good at cards. Both of them finding some twisted peace at their fates, accepting tha things didn't worked out the way they've should, but now they can make their own stories and choices. Both of them telling the other it's not their fault, wanting to believe the other but not bringing themselves to fully trusting that. But... it's okay, they have eternity for that.

I feel like they wouldn't exactly friends, but they're not foes; they're equals, they respect and understand each other, that's all they need.

AAAAAA so sorry for my ramblings Angel!! I just really wanted to see these two interact and wonder about their characters!! Also I made this piece base on that one scene from Uptown Girls because I really thought it fit them. Happy Chinese new year my friend! Take care and have fun! 🩵🩵

@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.

!!!!! 🩵

They go through with the breeding, 9 months later they show the newborn baby the movie and the baby is just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

truly her daddies' daughter

Saw @mirrorworldangel answer about Aster's happy ending and I got inspired. I hope you like this gift and HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!

Also I completely apologize if Aster's colour pallette is wrong (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) (for some reason I wanted to see him in blue???) I drew him older than he's supposed to be (and also looking like an exact copy like Ford, this dude was made to suffer) to show how long he's been travelling and also the hardships he endured (hence the duller colours). And while drawing this I had- so many thoughts (and I listened to Adrienne Lenker doing this and it was not a good idea it was not a good idea-)

The axolotl allowing Stan to rest by letting him "relive" in the moment where he was most happiest. The problem is that, both Aster and Stan have both "forgotten" eachother (Aster by seeing so many Stans and slowly forgetting his mother's characteristics after Stan died; Stan because of the amnesia). So when they both see eachother they're more like "you look familiar" and "doubting the axolotl for a moment" until they both recognise eachother (Aster finally being called by his first name by his own Stan, by his own mother. Both finally reunited). Ngl I got inspired by Moomin Mama and Forneus (cotl) for Stan's dialogue.

And Aster finally being allowed to rest and to be with his mother (I was actually gonna draw a panel of him being reverted back to a kid, a gift from the Axolotl so he and his mother could have more moments!) Him introducing Cleo and Mama (whom I DEFINITELY want to see and have to explore more) to his mother and Shanklin, Stan being held back from almost marching down to the Black Forest to beat the shit out of Cipher and Ford, Darlan dealing with the fact that he doesn't have to be on "fight or flight" mode anymore, Stan absolutely showering his behemoth of a son with kisses and hugs and getting to know more of him and his friends. Just - them ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

I tried to show more of Aster's quiet but still emotional side (but only when he allows himself to be), so he's really feeling it when he finally recognises his mom. The guy is a highly trained assassin.

Which also leds me to this point: some of the Stan's that interacted with Aster saw him as quiet, completely different, but still their baby (even with the scars and so so tired look that seems to be engraved in his face, which just made them more worried for their own kids bc what happened??).

And then there's the Ford's.

You know that Mandela catalogue audio?? "If you see someone that looks identical to you, run away and hide??" It's literally their relationship. Imagine you're a (shitty) Ford, and when you look to the corner of your lab, there's this... Figure. Just standing there, looking back at you. It's you, but... It's not you. It's older, covered in scars, bigger and wider than you. And it's staring back at you without a single ounce of emotion. The only thing that you can assimilate closer to it is pure apathy. You don't know who or what it is, but you can feel that it doesn't like you, and it wants you dead.

It's literally them:

ASJSIDJ I'M SO SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING I JUST REALLY LIKE HIS LORE AND I'M SO EXCITED FOR ANYTHING THAT YOU MAKE (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ+

ALSO

These bastards are still kicking my ass, BUT I'LL MAKE IT (I say, almost ripping my hair off when the other codes decipher just led to gibberish) ᕦ⁠(⁠ò⁠_⁠ó⁠ˇ⁠)⁠ᕤ

But on a serious note, I truly appreciate your attention my friend :) it's truly a pleasure seeing you and hearing your ideas, I excitedly await anything that you're putting your work on, take your time on It 🩵🩵

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