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[nonplatonicguy]

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[aurrsky2]

Hi. I really love the way you write <3

I wanted to talk to you about an idea that's been stuck in my head. I often see vampire Ford in fics, but I don't see Stan. If there are any stories like that out there, I'd be grateful if you could share them :зс

But anyway. I'll tell you about my idea, ehehehe. Mullet!Stan ends up in Gravity Falls not because Ford asked him to. He comes there to hide from pursuers, and GF seems like a pretty good option for him, since GF is hard to find anyway, eheh. But there he gets infected with vampirism from some bat or some ghoul living there... In the end, he becomes a vampire and experiences all the "joys" of this "disease." Even though Stan thinks "what the hell is this?", he still tries to find the positives in it, since now he doesn't starve as badly as he used to. Even though he sometimes has to drink animal blood, he still ends up trying human once. Overall, hunger doesn't torment him that much in the long run.

And then Ford comes to GF and starts studying the anomalies. Stan senses him. He senses a sweet scent he's never felt before and heads toward it. Of course, it turns out to be Ford. And Stan just goes crazy. He becomes so hungry. He literally wants to devour Ford, so much so that he's shaking and drooling nonstop. But Stan doesn't know it's Ford. So he just attacks him and comes to his senses when he realizes who's beneath him. Ford is confused and tries to defend himself. He hits Stan over the head with something heavy and ultimately doesn't know what to do except tie Stanley up and finally figure out what's going on here.

In the end, Stanley becomes Ford's object of study. Ford studies vampirism through Stan. Stan, in turn really really wants to taste Ford.

Later on, it turns out that Stan only feels such intense thirst for Ford because he's in love with him. The end :) I want to say thank you again for your work. I also like your twi. It's so inspiring

Hi! I'm sorry for just responding--I didn't get any asks notifications! Thank you for liking my work and my writing, I'm happy you loved it <3 you're so sweet.

It's rare to see any vampire Stan. I've never seen any in fics, actually. But I've definitely seen some fanart of Ford and Stan being vampires together! I don't know any vampire Stan fics, but if I do see one lying around, I'll post about it so you can see♡

I've never really thought of vampire Stan, until you said it, anon. I loveee your idea. I can't help but write a little bit more about it here!

Stan couldn't remember what bit him exactly, but he was suddenly wandering the forest and thinking of hunting. His strength and senses were heightened.

He was snatching rabbits with his bare hands and sinking his teeth into them. Drinking their blood. Stan rumbled at the taste. Wanting more. Weird, he knew this. Should maybe panic or something, and get help--but Stan couldn't give much of a shit. He felt less hungry.

For the next few months he did the same thing when he was hungry--but thank fuck he could still eat human food.

But once, someone was walking nearby and Stan couldn't help but pounce on her and bite into her neck when he first smelled her. Stan moaned at the taste. Better than a rabbit, he thought. Or rodents. Stan tried not to drink blood from a person anymore. Shouldn't.

He sensed something sweet one evening--a smell, decadent and different. He could taste it in the back of his throat already. Stan prowled around for its source, eventually finding Ford. His brother who he hadn't seen in years. Stan didn't know what came over him when he jumped on Ford and started growling and drooling. He was shaking, staring into Ford's widened eyes, didn't understand why his chest felt like it was going to burst. His vision went black, then.

When you mentioned Stan being tied up afterward, I imagined Stan waking up tied to a chair, and immediately drooling over Ford's scent as he stood just inches away from him. Stan was snapping his jaw at him, eyeing Ford's neck, wanting to take a bite. Stan's lips were turning red from how much he kept biting them, trying to stop himself from attacking Ford and drinking his blood until there was nothing left of it.

Ford was fascinated. He was touching Stan all over, opening Stan's jaw wide with his fingers, prodding his molars and his fangs, and saw the way drool was pooling in Stan's mouth. "Impressive," Ford said, and kept touching him.

"How is this possible? Did you get bitten by the Giant Vampire Bats? Other beings? Tell me."

Stan wasn't answering him. His head was fuzzy, blots of darkness starting to appear in his vision. Starving. He wanted to drink Ford's blood. It was the only thing that could satiate his hunger. Ford's fingers were still in his mouth. He thought of biting them until blood spurted out.

His stomach growled. Ford heard it.

"Ah, my blood." A tiny smirk.

"If you're willing to let me study you, and behave well," Ford said, cupping his chin in his hand. "I'll let you drink from me as much as you want."

Blood. Drink.

Stan nodded rapidly. Ford's eyes gleamed, and Stan's heart thrummed louder.

Yes! I think it'll be cute when Stan eventually realizes his feelings for Ford (and maybe Ford would also develop feelings for Stan!) and that his intense thirst was because of his love for him. Ford keeps indulging Stan with his blood when Stan's behaving good.♡

I'd love to write more for this, but I think this is all I can manage for now. Thank you for sharing your idea with me, anon!

[mutafuka]

TW: EYE STRAIN.

Mostacho. (🔞↓)

[rurumustbedone]

2. Forever

@5summersofstancest

[gilf-connoisseur]

Sea graunts at some fancy party

[mutafuka]

Técnicamente curimomos todos bobos. ( Ref ↓)

[sprstarwatcher]

ok but fight club AU where sleep deprivated Ford hallucinates his freaky free spirited brother. and theyre the same person. or not.

[coniferouspines]

will stan from Dark Stan au get possessive over Ford when Fidds comes to live with them too? Lol, I think it would look like he doesn't care on the surface but on the inside he's counting seconds for him to leave. Eventually he thinks ok that's enough bonding for these two, time for this fella to leave so he tries to scare Fidds off and it works. So after only 1 months Fidds scatters from their porch with not fully closed bags under his arms and tells a lie how he must leave immediately. Ford is grieving a bit bc he was the only sane person who understood his boundaries and didn't he's his best friend aw.

Ford gives Stan a suspicious look he just knows he's got a hand at that, and Stan just shrugs lol.

A bit, I imagine! He’s not as overtly possessive as some dark Ford’s, he’s a more chill and laidback guy. But he would get jealous of Ford giving Fiddleford more attention than him. They’re supposed to be an unstoppable duo, and Ford is ignoring him for his friend! Time for Fidds to go :)

Though I see this Stan resorting to threats or intimidation. Fiddleford didn’t actually come to live with them, just visit for a week or so. This is all before Ford ever decides he needs a research assistant for the portal, after all. He’s just moved into his new house and now his brother has invaded it and he can’t get Stan to leave, and the police won’t help.

So he calls Fiddleford for backup. “Come help me kick my brother out.”

Fidds heads up for a short stay, intending to parse out the situation and see what’s going on and help Ford. But when he gets there, Stanley is just so chill. He’s so nice? He’s funny and charming and he’s actually helping Ford take care of himself, something Fiddleford knows Ford has often struggled with.

So Fiddleford ends up siding with Stan because Stan is so friendly. “You should let your brother stay, Stanford. Family don’t kick out family.”

It’s Ford who’s furious because he feels like Fiddleford has betrayed him. And he and Stan are getting along so well? Stan is not only trying to steal his house, but his friend! Ford is not happy. Especially because Stan gives him these smug, knowing looks whenever Fiddleford’s back is turned, taunting Ford that he’s fully aware of what he’s doing.

So Ford makes it his job to get between them at all times and take Fidd’s attention for himself. Stan can’t have his friend too! (He also notices that when Fiddleford’s attention is on him, Stan will glare daggers into Fidd’s back from behind.)

Fiddleford does try to negotiate some boundaries between the twins when Ford rants to him about everything Stan is doing. And Stan listens! He apologizes to Ford and says all the right things at the right time and makes Fiddleford think they’ll get along just fine. (And makes Ford falsely hope that maybe Stan will actually change.)

But as a week closes in, Stan starts making subtle suggestions for Fiddleford to leave. Reminds the man of his wife and child and makes comments like “it’s sure been nice of you to visit. I’ll definitely be looking forward to you coming around again sometime.” (AKA go home)

See after the whole boundary thing was “fixed” Ford and Fiddleford fell back into science buddies habits, talking about nerd stuff that Stan can’t keep up with and making him feel left out and snubbed by Ford. He gets jealous of the fact that Fidds is smarter than him and able to keep up with Ford, meaning Ford bounces ideas off Fidds and talks about his research in a way he doesn’t with Stan.

He wants Fiddleford gone now. As glad as he is to see Ford finally made a friend on his own, Fiddleford is interrupting Stan’s “coax my brother back into codependency with me” plan. Time for him to leave :)

But Stan makes sure everything stays on a good note between him and Fidds, so that anytime Ford tries to call Fiddleford after and complain about Stan, Fiddleford won’t believe him.

And as soon as Fiddleford is gone, all the boundaries he helped set between the twins disappears. Stan goes right back to how he was before Fiddleford came, making it obvious that he was putting on an act with the apologies and the listening.

This dark Stan’s whole thing is being disarmingly friendly. Being charming and smooth talking enough to convince people Ford is the unreasonable one. Sometimes he even tricks Ford into doubting himself. He can be pushy, but not forceful. Intimidating on occasion, but not threatening. Making everyone believe “Stan Pines would never do that” so when Ford complains about him he sounds like the jerk.

He is willing to threaten and get violent if it was truly necessary, but Stan has learned how to better catch flies with honey. He slowly wears Ford down until Ford gives up. Erodes Ford’s independence back to codependency. And he does it with the approval of everyone else, because all their friends and family (besides Filbrick) think that Ford is overreacting and should be nicer to his brother :)

[mutafuka]

TW: EYE STRAIN.

Mostacho. (🔞↓)

[rurumustbedone]

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[rurumustbedone]

Woohooo!! The poll results are finally here!! But with small changes. I'm surprised that the first option won. But I literally COULD NOT make a fluff story out of this situation, I'M SORRY!!! But I tried to add more kisses... And soften the last part, because the ending was completely different. And much more cruel. And I thought why did I do that? I should please the cuties who voted for the first option. So the comic was edited many times and took me a lot more time than usual

Secondly. Tumblr doesn't let you add many pages, so I split it into two parts

After that, I shut up and I'm posting the comic now

next ->

[rurumustbedone]

old art

[stemmmm]

been thinking about a mixed signals followup

[coniferouspines]

Wrote a little something based off this AU prompt.

There was a knock on his door.

Ford paused, considering. He certainly wasn’t expecting anyone, seeing as he’d just moved into his newly finished house today and was currently unpacking. Perhaps it was a neighbour coming to welcoming him to the town? Except no. Ford didn’t really have neighbours, seeing how far up a dirt road his house was from everyone else.

Frankly, he had no idea who could be knocking at his door. The mystery lit a burning curiosity in him, and Ford found himself making his way through piles of unpacked boxes to the front door. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before grabbing the handle and pulling it open to reveal—

“Heya, Ford.” Stan gave him a lopsided grin and a friendly wave. He had a bulging duffle-bag slung over one shoulder, and behind him his car was parked right next to Ford’s.

Ford gaped, stunned beyond words.

Stan wasted no time in shouldering past him and walking into the house like he owned it, looking around curiously. “So these are our new digs, huh?”

“Huh?” Ford echoed, lost.

“Wow, you sure have a lot of stuff here,” Stan continued as if he hadn’t heard anything, wandering further down the hall. “Have you claimed a bedroom yet or do I get first pick?”

Ford stuttered. “I… You—! What?”

His mind was still trying to wrap around the idea that his estranged twin brother, who he had not seen nor spoken to in years, had suddenly just shown up at his door out of nowhere. Why was Stan here? How had he known Ford was here? Ford hadn’t even given anyone his new phone number or address yet!

“Ford, hey!”

Ford flinched as a light pain registered between his eyebrows. He rubbed the spot with a grumble, eyeing Stan who was now right in front of him, hand still raised as if to flick Ford’s forehead again.

“I asked if you wanted to order pizza,” Stan said. “Since we’re still in the middle of unpacking and all, it’ll be easier to order something than cook tonight. Doesn’t have to be pizza, though. Any takeout works for me, I’m not picky.”

Ford wondered if this was how students who couldn’t keep up with their teachers felt. He was so incredibly lost right now. What was even happening?

“What?”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Takeout, Ford. You can pick the place.”

“No, that’s not what I—”

Stan was walking away from him. At some point he’d dropped the duffle-bag somewhere, and was now opening random boxes and poking through Ford’s things.

Ford found his shock quickly burned away by irritation. “Hey! Stop touching my stuff!”

He stomped after his brother and yanked a pair of binoculars from Stan’s hands.

“Haha, what do you have those for? Peeping on the ladies?” Stan teased.

“Birdwatching,” Ford corrected him flatly.

Stan blew a raspberry and made a gaging sound. “Nerd!”

Ford was going to hit him.

“Why are you in my house?” he snapped, angrily jabbing Stan in the chest. “What are you even doing here? We haven’t spoken in years and you decide to just show up uninvited and let yourself in?”

Stan snorted. “I didn’t let myself in, you opened the door for me.”

“Well then I’ll open it again for you to get out!” Ford yelled.

“Yeesh, chill out, Six. I know you haven’t slept in thirty-six hours, but you don’t gotta take it out on me.”

“Wha—I…” Ford hadn’t slept in about thirty-six hours, it was true. But… “How did you know that?”

Stan just clapped him on the shoulder with a friendly smile. “Cause I’m your brother, duh. Now, do you got a local phonebook, or what? I wanna see what our takeout options are.”

Ford shook his head as if he could get all his scrambled brains back into place. Then he marched after Stan, who had once again taken off through the house, presumably in search of a phonebook.

“There is no ‘our’!” Ford shouted after him. “What kind of audacity do you even have to just come in here like nothing happened and demand dinner?! I’ll have you know you are trespassing on my private property and I demand you leave. Now!”

Ford hadn’t often allowed himself to wonder what it might be like when he and Stan saw each other for the first time since the science fair incident. When he did allow it, he usually imagined Stan finally maturing enough to contact him and apologize for what he’d done. Never in his wildest dreams had he pictured Stan just waltzing back into his life like nothing had happened.

“No.”

Ford blinked. “What?”

“I said no,” Stan repeated casually. “I’m not leaving.”

Ford sputtered angrily. “You can’t just—! Go home, Stanley!”

Stan looked at him as if Ford was being ridiculous. “I am home.”

“You don’t live here!” Ford was certain his face was fully red from how furious he was.

“Umm, I think you’ll find all my stuff in one of the bedrooms, so I’m pretty sure I do,” Stan laughed.

He laughed.

Ford made a noise akin to a boiling kettle. “If you don’t leave right now, I am going to call the police!”

“Sure thing, Sixer.” Stan walked away from him yet again, calling back, “And hey, if you do, ask them their opinion on the best takeout places in town, okay? I wanna try something good tonight!”

Ford could only scream wordlessly in rage and confusion as his brother made himself at home.

[kaylmao]

shh don’t worry catholics aren’t real

thank god. i mean thank something else

[binomii0101]

I really just want to dump my brain garbage somewhere

I keep looking for more fanfics about these old dudes, but oh my god, I'm still too picky with stories, and the fanfics I like are unfortunately discontinued!

They're forcing me to work!

So the story of Gravity Falls remains the same with the arrival of the twins, until Stan falls into a fountain of youth and reverts to his sweet 16 years.

Now he has to deal with everything at Mystery Shack while pretending to be his own son and basically everything would stay almost the same until Ford arrived But you know the benefits of being a charismatic teenager.

So Ford arrives from the portal and is clearly furious and confused by the teenager who excitedly goes to greet him.

Who is this boy who looks so much like his brother in their adolescence?

So a misunderstanding arises, which Stan manages to get away with by making Ford believe that he is actually just "Stanley's son".

And Ford seemed to be more understanding and friendly with him, believing him to be his nephew.

Perhaps a little too friendly, he seemed genuinely keen to spend more time with him and be really affectionate, even more than with Dipper Because if Ford wanted to fill the void left by Stan, since that's the only way he works, why not fill it with what appears to be an exact copy of him?

Ford can barely hide his fascination and his desire to impress his new nephew And although Stan is incredibly hurt because this is the only way his brother can ever love again, he decides to play along as long as he can.

I don't really think what I've written makes any sense at all, I just want to put the idea on record and see if I can get another excuse to draw a teen stan x old ford without involving time travel (wow!)

Because imagining Ford being a total weirdo with what he believes is "his incredibly young nephew" is hot to me.

especially if he does it thinking of his twin brother

I might draw about this...maybe

Or maybe I'll get the determination to write a one-shot.

I don't know!!! I just want Teen Stan and Old Ford content, I cry a lot for those two

[stanstits]

(drops a small continuation and flies away again)

Stanford’s eyes roved over his brother as he approached the bed, crawling onto it at Stan’s feet. Stanley was on his back, his knees up to block Stanford from coming closer. He looked beautiful in the satin nightgown Stanford had dressed him in, despite the surly expression on his face. His wrists were secured by padded cuffs to the headboard of the bed, but Ford had made sure to prop pillows under Stanley’s shoulders in a way that made sure there wasn’t any strain on his back.

Stanford watched the way Stan’s whole body tensed up as he leaned forward against Stan’s shins. Ford laid his hands on Stan’s knees, rubbing them soothingly. “Open up for me, my love,” he coaxed softly, fingers skimming down Stan’s thighs and back up. “Let me in.”

Stanley’s legs were pressed firmly together, and Ford could feel the thick muscles underneath trembling with strain to stay closed as Ford slipped his fingers in between them and began to pry them open. He didn’t use much pressure, focusing more on encouraging Stan to give in rather than force the issue, whispering soothing words and endearments. And it worked. Stanford felt a spike of satisfaction the moment Stanley’s fight finally died, tired legs going limp and pliant under Ford’s hands.

Ford leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of each of Stanley’s knees before he hooked his hands under them and spread his brother’s legs open, shuffling forward into the space he’d created for himself.

“Good boy,” he cooed, wanting to soothe the flash of anxiety that crossed Stan’s face. “I’m not going to do anything.” He pet Stan’s legs again, being careful not to let his hands wander too high. “I won’t touch you yet, don’t worry. I promised I’d wait for our wedding night, didn’t I?”

He couldn’t wait. The date he had picked felt so far away, anticipation building up with each day that passed. But Stanford was determined to be patient. He’d had this planned out since childhood, and he was going to make sure it was perfect. Rings, vows, the ceremony. And then finally, finally he’d have his Stanley, his beautiful wife. But first he had to make sure the wedding dress would be perfect, and that was what he was here for now.

Stanford pulled a tailor’s measuring tape from his pocket, holding it up for Stanley to see. “I just need a measurement,” he explained. He unraveled the tape measure and lovingly wrapped it around Stanley’s left thigh. “For your wedding garter. I need to make sure it fits just right.”

He could already picture it. A beautiful little band of lace adorning Stan’s leg. Maybe white or baby blue, perhaps decorated with pearls. Either way, his lovely wife would look gorgeous in it, and Ford would make sure it stayed on when he finally got to consummate their marriage. His pants grew a bit tight at the thought, and Stanford shook his head, mentally jotting down the measurement before stuffing the tape back in his pocket.

He repositioned himself, laying down on top of Stanley, enjoying the sensation of his brother’s supple chest pressed against him, those thick thighs bracketing his hips.

Stan had tensed up again. “Hey-”

“Shhh,” Stanford shushed him softly. “I know, baby, I know. I just want to be close to you.” He slipped his arms under Stan, holding him. “Just relax and let me. Be a good wife for me, won’t you?”

“Not your wife,” Stanley grumbled.

Ford huffed a laugh, turning his head until his lips brushed against his brother’s. “I suppose not yet technically. But soon, I promise.”

AYO does anyone have a net to catch this anon??? They keep flying away before I can kiss them gently on the forehead for their beautiful writing 😭🩷

Fr tho I love this SO MUCH. Delusional Ford, my beloved 🥰 he's going to marry his sweet little brotherwife and everything will be perfect because he knows best

You may have flown away, anon, but just know I'm kissing you sooooo sweetly in my mind mwah