Found The Original Tiny Doodles I Made Ages Ago...

"My son has been brutally killed and I seek revenge," said the Queen. "You have my sword." proclaimed the Hero. "And my bow," added the Archer. "And my magic," intoned the Mage. "And my gun," quipped the Ranger. "AND MY AXE!" exclaimed the Warrior. "And your son!" replied the Necromancer.

I love you everyone who was raped by a woman.

I love you everyone who was sexually assaulted by a woman.

I love you everyone who was molested by a woman.

I love you everyone who was sexually exploited by a woman.

I love you everyone who was groomed by a woman.

I love you everyone who was sexually assaulted or raped by a mother, sister, aunt, or grandmother.

Your trauma is real.

It was rape.

It was sexual assault.

Whether penetration was involved or not.

Whether oral sex was involved or not.

Whether there was physical contact or not.

Whether you showed physical signs of arousal or not.

Whether it was one time or many.

Whether you were a child, teen, or adult.

Whether you’re a boy, girl, intersex, trans, gnc, ect.

Whether you were intoxicated or sober.

I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and is now sex repulsed.

I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and is now hypersexual.

I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and is now traumatized.

I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and is now suffering.

I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and was disregarded because your abuser was a woman.

I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and she was never punished because she was a woman.

I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and you weren’t believed because she was a woman.

I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and was laughed off when you opened up about it, saying you “should have enjoyed it.”

I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and is now sex repulsed.

I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and was ignored.

TRANS MASC STAN

But he realizes really late on.

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Sure, Stan always knew he was weird as a kid, he liked playing in the dirt/sand, he was never interested in typical girl things. He liked frogs and worms and being gross.

Caryn always threatened him with manners classes cause Stan would burp as loud as possible just to be irritating. He’d act out because he doesn’t *want* to be a traditional woman.

Things go according to cannon and Ford falls through the portal. Stan gets the bright idea to pretend to be Ford like in cannon, however, living as a man feels GOOD. In fact, it feels euphoric. So he gets on T and that feeling of gender euphoria just gets more and more intense. Then, he goes and gets top surgery and it’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to him.

He’s a man.

He chooses the name Stanley because yeah, he’s gotta pretend to be Stanford, but also…he wants a piece of his brother with him for real. He goes by Stan for short and to stay under the radar, but Stanley is the name he calls himself in his head.

Thirty years pass and Ford comes out of the portal, but there’s a very different conversation this time.

There’s more anger in Stanford because not only did Stan steal his life, his house and his name, but he also stole his FACE. Stan took his identity, to the point that he got SURGERY.

Dipper and Mabel are FLOORED.

If you go the trans Dipper route, Dipper is THRILLED. He’s always viewed Stan in a pretty negative light, but he’s never viewed him as anything other than a man. That just makes him more hopeful for his future, that one day he’ll be seen as a man at first glance and that people who LIVE with him will never know otherwise!

Things eventually reach a boiling point.

Ford snaps.

“You’ve always wanted to copy me! You even had that phase back in middle school where you even tried to dress like me! All your life you’ve practically suffocated me with your presence! Everything about you now is just me! This is delusional! You can’t be me! I am me and there’s no changing it, you can have as much surgery as you want and try as hard as you can but you won’t be me! It’s weird, Steph!”

Stanley, who is PISSED that Ford keeps calling him Steph in retaliation to things is ready to throttle Ford.

“I don’t want to be you! I want to be myself! I don’t want your life, I want my own life! I just like being a man more than being a woman! It feels better! Take your name, take your life, hell, take the house! That won’t stop me from living the rest of my life as a man!”

Dipper, Mabel and Soos are just…shook asf.

Dipper pipes up, first he starts off in a mumble, but Mabel puts a hand on his shoulder and his confidence grows.

He explains that he’s trans, it’s not that he wants to LOOK like someone or just look like a boy, he wants to BE a boy. Stan and Dipper bond more on this side of things because holy shit. They both had NO clue about each other but now they have someone to relate to.

Stan has to get over the guilt of the jokes he’d make about Dipper not being manly and such, he repays him with tips and tricks, how to use mascara to make the peach fuzz on your face look more like stubble, safe binding tips, etc. I LOVE THEM OKAY? Dipper and Stan teach/learn from each other.

I like the idea of Stan not really viewing himself as trans until this point. He just likes being a man…he was fine with being a girl before…right? So it’s not like…y’know…but nah, Dipper talks about his road to discovery and Stan is just like “oh fuck I’m trans. That’s crazy.”

As things go on Ford is still angry with Stan but, still wants him out. There’s just too much going on between them.

Then. The memory gun happens, and Ford is heartbroken because any photos he has of Stanley and him together is when they were brother and sister.

He thinks back to how dipper described how he wished he was born a boy…and he can’t give that to Stan. He has to remind Stan about the person he used to be and he feels terrible for it.

(Cue jokes I make to myself about someday having dementia and asking the nurse at the nursing home where my tits are every fifteen minutes. )

Blah, blah, blah, then they set sail as twin brothers.

Stanley and Stanford.

Bill: oh no I need to escape all my troubles, I know, ETERNAL PARTY!

*billion of years ago*

Bill dad: oh no poll numbers are low and the people are close to revolting, I know, NEW HOLIDAY!

I think there's some real (comedic) potential to this "Mayor Euclid declares his own baby Best Baby Of All Time" theory.

So, how's therapy going for you?

Just the Axolotl taking Bill out for some good ol' glass of water before he goes back to the Theraprism again :)

*Did a lil' update on the drawing 'cause I got annoyed at how I did the shadows (mostly on the glass). Also, added a lil' zoomed in version 💃

i wish there was an aux cord for my brain. if i could plug it into the internet i alone could feed the undertale/deltarune fandom. i’m cooking shit up that would make fellow man label me walter white. alas. it is all trapped in my meat sack.

ford pines (early 20's, probably): i dont particularly feel tied to being a man, and i dont know if thats normal or not. i should probably just focus on my studies and worry about that later. besides, dad always told me to man up. maybe he's right. stan pines (early 20's, probably) (also in drag): damn my tits look fat as shit in this. ford pines (post canon): it is normal to not be tied to any gender and i feel very comfortable knowing i dont have to be forced into a gender identity im not comfortable with. gender neutral pronouns make me feel comfortable with myself and the fact other people around me are willing to support that means a lot to me stan pines (post canon) (also wearing a dress): damn my tits look fat as shit in this.

It's a sskk fanfic competition and your opponent is Asagiri Kafka, who has written:

sskk riding each other

sskk biting each other's neck

sskk having romantic dates on huge ships

Coffee shop!AU

... where sskk try to kill each other in said coffee shop

Inverted!AU

Knight!Akutagawa

"Just the two of us?"/"Do we need any more?"

"Away with you, you fool."

And more to come.

You are not winning.

As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'