So, It’s Been More Than A Year Since I Promised To Finish This, But I Don’t Think I Ever Will. That’s

Oh hi! New here, I'm just gonna post some drawings to fill up this acc :3

Welcome to the Mystery Shack

Heya toots, welcome to the mystery shack. I'm Mista Mystery, or between you and me, Stan Pines!

Rules cuz I don't trust any of you.

-dont be hateful. I'm a criminal, not a ass

-fuck you, Nazi's 🖕 stay outta here

-if your a triangle, STAY OUT!

-look, I get it, all of ya want a piece of this hot hunk but please, keep it under the XXX rating.

-🐦‍⬛💊 hey uh please don't spam like. Its annoying and it makes me feel like my skin is crawling :')

-🐦‍⬛💊 wow uhm. Hate that this needs to be said but STANCEST OR ANY TWINCEST REALLY, DNI?? like live your life but keep it away from mine.

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Alright some more in depth stuff. This is a Roleplay blog! It's run by the asks and interactions. Have a story you wanna see? Try dming me and stuff.

This is very HC heavy!! I'll try to implement them subtly, but here are the ones that can effect stuff.

-Stan's a closeted Bisexual

-hes gender fluid but doesn't call himself such because he literally doesn't know what it means (remember: he's old)

Edit: he's learning about his genderfluidity currently, and having a crisis about it

-probably ADHD?? Idk I do end up projecting a lot onto him and according to others I'm audhd so idk.

Oh uhh and here's the design I use for himmmm

Pst check out my bro and buddies side blogs @/billcomesicopngo and @/olmanmcguck

My GF AU I'm makin

Yippieeee trauma.

I'm currently making an AU.

Your D11B AU, what is it called on AO3?

Mismatched and Two Faced. Here is a link :3

I've got an idea for a new au! How about in the Reverse Portal au, Stan comes out feral. And the first thing he does when he comes back through is cling to Ford and never wants to leave his side. Could you do a prompt of when he came through the portal and him saving Ford from a dangerous creature in GF, hugs insured?

(I assumed this was a prompt so I just wrote a quick little thing, but feel free to add more if anyone wants to! Just tag me so I can find it cause oh man I want more of this AU, but I’ve already got so much going on)

“Stanley…?” Ford was hesitant to speak to his brother, knowing just how unpredictable and wild he was now. Thirty years lost in other dimensions had turned him into a terrified wild animal. Stan had spent the last few days locked in the spare room downstairs, only coming out for something to eat or to use the bathroom. Ford had tried to get him to take a shower at one point but quickly gave up after his brother snarled at him while Ford tried to remove his filthy coat.

Stan jumped a little and whirled around to lash out until he realised it was just his brother behind him and that Ford was standing well out of reach. “What?” He replied a little too harshly, his hands curled into fists.

“I, er, I was j-just making the lunch. Do you want anything in particular?”

“What is there?”

“Er…w-well… anything you like, really.” Ford scratched the back of his neck. “There’s like half a pizza left from the other night, or I can cook you something fresh, or I can make you sandwiches.”Stan seemed to relax only a little, keeping one hand balled into a tight fist at his side. “Pizza sounds good.”

“Alright,” Ford nodded. “You, er, you want to eat here or in the kitchen?”Stan glanced around, his eyes darting about as if chasing a fast-moving insect. “In here.”“Okay,” Ford said softly. “I’ll be back in a little while when the pizza’s warmed up, okay?” Without waiting for a response, he quickly retreated out of his brother’s space and shut the door quietly, heading back into the kitchen. “Grunkle Ford?” Dipper asked quietly, sitting at the table and reading through Ford’s second journal again. “Is Great Uncle Stanley okay?”Ford sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting at the table beside his nephew. “I don’t know, Dipper. He’s acting very agitated and won’t let me get anywhere near him.”“He almost hit Mabel earlier,” Dipper said quietly, setting the journal down. “She went to bring him a sweater she’d made him, and he almost punched her in the face. She ran out and shut the door. She was crying.”Ford sighed, putting an elbow on the table and propping his chin up in his hand. “He’s … look, he was never like this when we were kids. Something must have happened to him between him getting lost in the portal and him coming back. I suppose the ten years prior to him arriving here would have had an effect on him as well, but he wasn’t as bad as he is now.”

“He’ll be okay, though, right?”“With some care and some reconditioning, he should be alright, yes,” Ford nodded. “I just don’t know how long that’s going to take. Until then, we just have to be careful not to spook him.”Dipper nodded, before reaching over and giving one of Ford’s hands a tight squeeze. “He’ll be okay, Grunkle Ford, I promise.”Ford smiled a little, squeezing Dipper’s hand in return and lifting the boy’s hat off to ruffle his hair lightly. “I know, kiddo. Thanks.”Dipper grinned and giggled a little at the affectionate gesture, adjusting his cap after Ford replaced it. Ford grinned and went to put the remaining half of the pizza into the oven to heat up. Mabel entered the room once the smell of the pizza had reached the twins’ bedroom. “Mmmm, are we finishing the pizza already? I want some!”Ford chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I’m afraid not, pumpkin. It’s for Stan. He hasn’t eaten all day and honestly, by the look of him, he needs to eat.”“You said Grunkle Stan used to be fat.” Mabel giggled as she sat on the table near her brother.

“He certainly was when we were teenagers,” Ford sighed softly. “But I reckon that ten years of being on the run and thirty years of going through whatever he did when he was knocked into the portal has definitely made him lose that weight.” He sighed again and glanced away. It was his fault his brother was this way. He’d knocked Stan into the portal and it was his fault that his brother was so skittish. There was nobody to blame but himself for Stan’s condition, and Ford knew it.

“Grunkle Ford?” Mabel frowned.

“Sorry, dear,” Ford shook his head and forced a smile back onto his face, though both kids could see that it was empty and strained. “I’m just worried, that’s all.”“So are we,” Dipper said softly. “But we’re gonna help him, right?”“Of course we are,” Ford nodded with a smile as he got the pizza from the oven and checked to see if it was hot enough. Satisfied with the temperature, he cut it into slices and loaded it onto a plate before taking it to his brother.

He knocked on the door as softly as he could. “Stanley?”The door swung open abruptly, revealing his brother staring at him with a defensive expression. Ford swallowed thickly and handed Stan the plate. “Pizza’s done.”“Oh, thanks, Stanford,” Stan replied raptly as he took the plate from his brother’s hands and retreated back into his room, shutting the door in Ford’s face. Ford let out a sigh and pressed his back against the wall by his brother’s door, before sinking to the floor. He ran a hand through his hair. Stan was acting like a nervous wild animal and honestly, Ford was scared. Not necessarily scared of Stan, per se, but more scared that his brother might not recover. That Stan would be stuck like this for years and years until one day his nervousness and feral tendencies led to his death.

Ford pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on them as he listened to the sounds of his brother eating. Stan was wolfing the food down ravenously as if, if he left alone for longer than a few minutes, it would vanish and he wouldn’t be fed again. It was heartbreaking to listen to. Ford took a deep breath and made a resolution to himself to help his brother with this. He was going to help Stan get through this if it was the last thing he did. It was the only way he’d ever be able to make up for what he did to his brother in the first place. It was his fault that Stan was like this and it was his responsibility to put it right.

youve heard of feral!ford, now get ready for...

more context + ideas below cut!

ford's computer/meditation room ; its not as realistic to the show as i wanted it to be, but i'm still super happy with how it came outtt

D11B Ford really do be like that. Plus he has a mullet.

Go reeadd my story on AO3!!!!! :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61636426/chapters/157568878