I LOVE STANS FAT ASS

26 Jimstan truther

[flirppy]

Hello! I’m Flirppy/Flirp

Pronouns: They/Them, He/Him

First off: DNI

1. Proshippers. You are not gonna have a fun time here and I am not the bigger person. I don’t like y’all at ALL.

2. Anyone under 18 is welcome here, but if I post a minor DNI post, please don’t interact with it :p

3. Just a general disclaimer, if you look like a bot account or have no information on your profile/no avatar, you might get blocked? 😅 I usually will go through my followers and stuff every now and then and block accounts that look like bots.

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Fandom List

1. Gravity Falls

2. Star Wars

3. Pokemon

4. Sky: cotl

5. Uma Musume

6. Red Dead Redemption

7. LOTR/The Hobbit

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Fav Pokemon

1. Venipede’s Evo line

2. Cutiefly

3. Heliolisk

4. Wailord

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Ship list

Gravity Falls:

- Jimstan

- Fiddlestan

- Fiddauthor.

- Billford kinda, I don’t ship them, I just understand their relationship is cannon to some extent and I like people expanding upon their relationship and the trauma Ford went through.

Star Wars:

- Gingerpilot is my GOAT. I love them. Bad guy falling for good guy is always my fav.

- Kylux (kinda, redemption arc era is usually what I like/enemies to lovers)

- FinnRey (I hate Reylo. Yes I was part of the shipping wars back when I was a wee sprout.)

Yap section

I am working on bettering my art and being more creative. I do have brain fog really bad sometimes so sometimes my posts come off as mindless rambling. I’m just trying to get an idea out before it’s blasted into the shadow realm.

I do have an alt blog, but that’s for more personal mindless rambling that isn’t fandom related, if you see it floating around don’t worry about it or me, I’m literally just yapping into the void.

I have a lot of chronic problems and often get along well with others who have similar issues. I have a depressive disorder, an anxiety disorder, and a whole slew of other, more gross illnesses that I seldom talk about. For those who need encouragement when dealing with issues the same as mine, know that you aren’t alone. I am always here to make friends and talk simply just to talk.

And you should follow me because I’m gay and cool.

If you’ve made it thus far, ask about the Jimstan discord :)

^My moots finding out I posted and running to like and reblog five seconds after I posted^

I LOVE MY MUTUALS YIPPIE YIPPIE.

[flirppy]

Nameless Gravity falls oc

I’ve been playing around with him for a LOOOOONG time. I took his OG name though so now idk what to call him.

I ain’t gonna fuck around with this particular work anymore so here. Progress. Things are still wonky and it’s half finished but I’ve thrown five hours into this. :p

I’m practicing shading techniques and learning perspective and for a first try it ain’t that bad.

[flirppy]

The idea that Stan hadn’t been called his actual name in thirty years and the first time he is called Stanley again it results in a fight.

:(

[dgarts017]

Sweaty ahh

[flirppy]

Advice when it comes to root canals.

Don’t do it. Use pliers and rip the tooth outta your head yourself and take a shot of vodka and then take a nap.

You’re welcome.

[rubberzombieducky]

He is mentally ill.

[flirppy]

I miss my Bad Guy Stan Au that I never named, so imma yap about it again.

I was thinking, if I want him to be akin to a cartoon villain, he needs sidekicks.

I’m trying to come up with the stupidest thing possible, but honestly, hoards of possums would make the most sense?

He’s your basic bad guy that’s too cocky for his own good and will whack you with a giant mallet.

He’s exceptionally childish, grasping onto remnants of old cartoons and things he’d watched with Ford as a child. He doesn’t think he’s evil though, he feels righteous and affirmed in what he’s doing. He monologues every chance he gets and it ends in a pathetic foiling of all his big evil plans.

He’s well known across the multiverse for being EXTREMELY annoying. He isn’t scary, just irritating to be around. No Ford in any dimension likes him, and Stanley doesn’t like them either.

UGH I NEED TO PUT TOGETHER AN ACTUAL THING FOR HIM BRO.

I’m a sucker for pathetic, cartoony bad guys. Spinel from the Steven Universe Movie, Loki, The Hooded Claw from Penelope Pitstop (my first love, I’m not even joking), Zim from Invader Zim, Ice King from Adventure time and Lord Hater from Wonder over Yonder. I’m stuffing all of them into one dude.

Big thing that needs to be mentioned, he IS a bad guy, there’s no excuse for his behavior 👎 You don’t get to torment other versions of your brother just cause he accidentally knocked you into the portal.

His life went much of the same as every other Stan, he’s just one of the few that took the bad guy route and loots people for their tech and got cursed a couple times. He has his moments though, he’d never kill a Ford and he doesn’t hurt kids. All the rest of his morals have vanished though.

[flirppy]

HC type thing for Ford?

I feel like he’d just really like centipedes and millipedes. They’re just odd little things with a bajillion legs. Maybe he’d have a certain affection for him because of his extra finger.

Idk. He just needs a centipede tat across his fingers or something.

[flirppy]

YAAAAAY LOW QUALITY SCREENSHOTS FROM MY IPAD. REJOICE.

My Dino children, Parasaurolophus and Carnotaurus!

The para did indeed get more time from me rather than the scribble child, but here. Content. Eat and enjoy.

I did reference other sketches for these though and unfortunately they were from Pinterest so…yk how they are with credit.

OG pics :3

[flirppy]

So, if no one has noticed yet, I shove a lot of my issues and life experiences off onto the Stan twins, because misery loves company or whatever.

Well, I just had a massive pile of memories hit me today at work.

Stan and Ford yapping, and IRL sibling sadness below.

(Okay, this is def more of a vent. Holy shit my bad)

My sister and I are Irish twins, (born in the same year). We did EVERYTHING together. Back then, I was the Stanley, and still kinda am? She’s kinda turned into Bill atp, she’s getting pretty twisted and manipulative rn, but before all that, she was Ford through and through. Smart, calculating, weird as hell, but I loved it. She could talk about whatever for however long and I’d listen as long as we got to play outside afterwards.

ANYWAYS.

I was lost without her and extremely clingy, not my fault, my parents made her out to be the best thing since sliced bread. I just wanted to be that good too. I wanted to be smart and funny and all the things she was. I just…wasn’t. Being near her at all times made me hope that some of that could rub off on me and make me better too.

We were “homeschooled” (not really, unless Jesus can teach math and science) and suddenly BAM. Public middle school. We were put in all the same classes and I followed her EVERYWHERE. Every class, every lunch, every second of the day, because I needed her to help me understand what was going on.

Now, unlike Stanley, back then, I was very unsociable, but my sister was great at that part. She had tons of friends, was known by everyone, popular.

She started leaving me behind, very slowly and surely, until I was all by myself. She didn’t wanna hang out, or play or anything with me anymore.

Watching your sibling, your other half, your twin, leave you in the dust when so much of your life orbited around them is crushing guys. I mean, the things that did to my little heart? Irreparable.

I can’t help but imagine Stan in my spot when Ford started to grow away from him. No more playing pretend, or playing with toys or talking about hopes and dreams. It’s just you from the moment you get up in the morning until you go to bed.

You talk here and there, but it’s empty conversations, no sense of normalcy, at least not what you consider normal. You still have good and bad times, but not as good as it used to be.

So it’s just you.

You just gotta be stupid on your own. Suddenly learn how to be good without falling back on the better sibling that your name is associated with.

The psychology behind all of it is fascinating. The things that those moments do to an adults brain is bizarre.

In highschool, we drifted further and further apart, and then poof, gone. She left for some dumbass man.

Ugh, idk, siblings are weird, the story isn’t the same, but the key pieces of it is.

Watching gravity falls was so weird for me when I watched it for the first time. TOTS had me in tears because that childhood and fight was so similar to experiences I had with my sister.

Now she isn’t even my best friend, and she’s barely my sister. Still, I am undyingly loyal to her.

I’m also, quite literally, now Uncle Stan.

“BOOOOO CRINGE” the crowd shouts.

The yappings are a form of therapy for me, can you tell that I don’t have any health insurance anymore?

[flirppy]

My most Stanley moment.

I’m dyslexic. If I didn’t have autocorrect I’d be pretty cooked.

Well, I had a bad boss a long time ago and I just came across my resignation letter that I wrote out.

EVERY. SINGLE. WORD. Is spelled wrong as HELL.

I thought I was roasting his ass 😭 NO. HE WAS BASICALLY READING A LETTER FROM A THREE YEAR OLD CALLING HIM A MEANIE.

It makes me laugh now, god I hated that man. But seriously, I didn’t even realize how bad it was.

My writing and spelling has gotten better now with me being into writing and such, but Jesus Christ.

Imagine a poor, sad, early twenties Stanley trying to work a retail job and his resignation letter is spelled all wrong and he thinks he’s doing something but in reality it’s just laughable and lands like a pathetic attempt at an insult.

[dumbstupidtriangle]

CW: little bita blood

Twins at the Carousel Animation meme thingy! It was orginally just going to be a doodle with minimal animation but I never know when to put my pen down so tada!

Song: Twins at the Carousel - Kikuo

[flirppy]

A dastardly idea entered my mind.

So I’ve been seeing a lot of the Bill Still (Still Bill? I can’t remember 😭) Au floating around as well as Bill just generally haunting Stan’s mind.

Well, I am a FiddleStan warrior and I have to slap it onto everything.

Fiddleford, while still recovering some of his memory will never be the same. Stan, also recovering his memories wakes one night to the realization that “oh shit. I fucked the town crazy.”

Now it can go based on his memory was erased by Fiddleford back in the day while he was a cult leader or Stanley would always had known this and kept it secret because of the pain of watching someone you love slip into madness was to great to speak about.

Bill, the evil bastard, would delight in this revelation. It would appear like a whirlwind of insecurities and “what if’s” in Stan’s mind. All that grief, pain and despair at watching Fiddleford go mad and not being able to do a damn thing about it. So Bill gets an idea to torment his killer with something that’ll really get him.

He’ll play around in Stan’s dreams, appearing as old exes, as Filbrick, using the voices to slice that confident aura to shreds. He never in a million years would have expected Stan to react the way he did to seeing Fiddleford in a dream. He finds it intriguing and almost like a game.

Fiddleford standing there young, bright eyed and talking with purpose about something Stanley couldn’t hope to understand.

It hurts already, Bill can feel how much it pains Stan to see something that is long gone, a love lost to insanity.

Stan knows something is up though but can’t quite place it. The way the dream goes doesn’t feel as disjointed as a dream would be and it isn’t as put together as a memory. He’s a conman. He knows a con, especially a long con.

Every night he’ll see Fiddleford in his dreams, when he’s awake he’ll hear him in his mind, whispering, beckoning him deeper into Bills hoax. It’s odd and he starts to feel a bit crazy. He keeps it from Ford though, he would rather not tell his brother about a past relationship with his work partner…about what happened to Fiddleford after Stanford fell.

However, the voice starts to overcrowd his mind in both his sleeping and waking hours. He’ll find himself talking to it more often than not, barely scraping by with excuses when Ford catches him mumbling to himself.

RAAAAHH. It’s just too good. To hear a loved one in your mind, to see them as they once were before everything changed forever. It’s the greatest pain. To wonder what might have been if the right thing was said at the right time, or if there really was a future. This idea gives me House vibes when he starts hallucinating Amber. Im not sure what the crux of something like this would go, but I think it falls in line with Bill being an ASSHOLE.

Would Stan eventually figure it out and still play along because, oh how he misses seeing Fiddleford like that? Or would it all come to a boiling point and this apparition of his maddened ex lover send him over the edge till he’s shouting at thin air, scaring Ford half to death? Who’s to say. It just makes my brain scream in pain.

The BillStill Au is Jellynuts btw, not that anything I say here falls in line with their AU I just have brainworms about the topic.

[lukecrowley]

I need the fic right now. I NEED THE FIC!!!!

Thankfully I'm writing now a FiddleStan fic... I SHOULD REALLY DO THAT hasjdgskahf

[flirppy]

Please god do that cause I sure as shit ain’t 😂 but god, this idea is rattling around in my brain again.

There’s so many different ways this could go.

But just imagine Stan mumbling to himself, talking to the happier, healthier version of Fiddleford who he FULLY knows is Bill trying to trick him but he ignores that part so he can just yap to Fiddleford again. He’s been alone for so many years, just tragically sad, why not indulge a little?

[flirppy]

Me when I create a fucked up headcannon for Stan and then genuinely weep over it because he’s just like 🥺

Like he’s just my lil guy that I send through the horrors. Why do I do that to him?

[pineappical]

thinking about statues of Grace being built all around Erid years after his passing so he can continue to watch over Eridians as they sleep

[voidsetup1]

and out of the darkness - you you you you you

[flirppy]

So desperate for Jimstan content that I’m making it my goddamn self bro.