Hi... i really like the pear soda taste test saga... i why the name? Whatever its really really great! I cant wait to see more!!!!!!!
So im a bit embarrased
I drew the boys😭
I didnt even know what a duke was specifically so i translated it AFTER I ALREADY DREW THE PICTURE and damnn i underdressed Stan. And Jimmy is in his off duty outfit.
I really hope Shanklin doesnt put this into the spam folder
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Okay, okay.
Let's be reasonable and normal about this, because after you send me this - and I promise I am not lying - I spend a whole hour screaming into my pillow and mumbling to myself "He is so hot.".
Edit: I still am...
I want to cry. They look absolutely perfect.
I'm getting so emotional over Stan's expression here. It's like you grabbed him out of my head and send him back to me.
My writing is unworthy. I don't know how you managed to decipher it so well to draw this. It's too good!!!
There is so much pain in there. He hurts me. All dressed up and way too thin. The Duchess' perfect doll.
He really does need that cheeseburger 😂
More breaking down and blubbering over the art and one Pear Soda AU name explaination under the cut
Stan looks nothing like the Stan we know and love, which is exactly the point. You got it down so perfectly ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡
I was worried about how unlikely it was that Jimmy wouldn't recognize Stan, but seeing him like this. Of course he wouldn't.
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I love the gold accents so much and the rings AND THE BRAID!!! And the way he holds himself! The whole outfit and the eyes. Those damn eyes.
And then there is "he is so hot" Jimmy.
He is so hot.
I need some help.
He is. So. Hot.
I am sorry. He is so hot.
My brain has short circuited.
I can- I-
Just thinking of…what I wrote and want to write and seeing him and imagining
Oh god
What did you do
What did you do to me
He is so hot
And his earings and the glove and the sword and his aaaarms.
The aaaarms. Made for protecting His Grace ans carrying him out of danger and -
His expression- I cannot
I cannot write. I am sorry XD
HE IS PERFECT KNIGHT SHAPED AND SUCH A EXPRESSION oh boy
Him im looking at Stan like this in the beginning only to immediately become the mess that he is as soon as Stan lays his eyes on him - oh dear
WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!
And this Jimmy - not even in armor - slaying everyone who looks wrong at His Grace ...or just dared to look at him without permission - oh no oh no I looked at Stan again oh no
The only reason why my dear possum secretary is putting this in the spam order is to save my life
I am sorry. I'm sorry. JIMMY IS SO HOT
WHAT DO YOU I MEAN HE'S NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH HIS GRACE?!
Shit, this Jimmy kneeling in from of Stan
I
I am
Not okay
I need to stop looking at them and especially at Jimmy. I really need to stop saying "he's so hot" out loud. I am loosing the last shred of dignity I didn't have
Thank you.
Thank you. This pretty much made my entire year.
Wait ah right explanation.
Not looking at the art anymore.
The mysterious origin of Pear Soda.
So when I came up with this AU I was explaining and spoiling most of it to the usual suspect [ :P ]
And we ended up talking about a pear named Duchesse, which ended up in us finding a russian Duchesse soda, which send me on a whole quest to aquire it in real life.
It's expensive as fuck where I live....but also the best drink I've ever had. So damn delicious.
And that's why it's the Pear Soda AU XD
And the fics that are out there are the "taste test", because the real fic isn't out yet and I'm trying a lot of different things and see what I like and what I don't.
Though...Burned Mugwart and Lavender was supposed fo be the only "test fic" for the AU, but then I looked at the prompt list for June of Doom and got hit with inspiration. And here we are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The Dukedoom of June fics are all quite messy and not well thought out since it was very spontanious, but I hope they're fun regardless ^^
Apologies for all the blabbering, but he is so hot XD and Stan hurts me so much and I - am stuck in an eternal cycle now.
I was in mood for one sweet poor touchstarved bean ^^ hope you are as well ^^
Once upon a time, two young Lords were born to a cruel Count, who only needed one heir.
For their first six summers, the boys grew up sheltered and happy. Everyday there was a new adventure to go on and a new game to play. Whatever the world threw at them, they faced it hand in hand with a smart head on one shoulder and a mischievous smile on the other face.
And then the Count summoned them.
"You have been coddled long enough." He said the day of their sixth summer. "From now on, you are rivals and this", he pointed at their intertwined hands "needs to stop."
The boys were pulled apart and separated.
Gone were the days of happiness and laughter. It did not befit two Lords both vying for the position of heir.
While one of the boys excelled in his studies, so he could gain the favor of the cruel Count and convince him their competition was unjust, the other boy gave up.
He wasn't smart like his brother and preferred punching over swords. He couldn't keep up and he knew it. So why should he bother? His teachers didn't.
No one did.
He was alone.
He missed his brother.
"Foord, let's go hunt demon rats! I'm bored!"
The boy asked and at first his brother agreed. At first his brother had time for him, even if just in secret.
But as the weeks turned into months and the months turned into years, the little useless Lord couldn't remember the last time he talked to his brother, the last time he held his hand.
the flag was adopted like. 2 years after ford isolated himself in the middle of the woods so.. i can already imagine fiddleford stopping by and seeing that when he walks in
I have a lot of things that I just can't resist. And Car/House Enemies/Lovers just became one of that list.
So, hehe, @shanklin please accept this whatever that is. I will not accept any blame because I like crack ships. (Inspired by that)
Two Darlings of Stanley Pines.
Stanleymobile loved her owner. Well, the previous one was nice too, but Stan just got her. He would polish her for hours, tell her funny jokes during the ride and catch whatever was wrong with her even before she could notice it herself.
And then they eloped. Only Stan wasn't really happy - his jokes were not fun and he stopped with polishing. And while he started to sleep inside her, his dreams weren't calm and pleasant.
So Stanleymobile did what she could to make him a bit happier. She searched for nice songs on the radio and kept check of the windows and always pushed herself to the limit when Stan's voice became frantic. And she preened when Stan patted her and said his thanks for saving his life again.
And they were fine.
Until Stan went and decided to stay in that Ugly Wooden Piece of Crap. That was Ugly and Wooden and reeked of Weird.
Stanleymobile hoped that it was just a fluck, that they soon would be returning to their adventures and live on the roads and picking music and breathing the warm night air.
But no, there was still snow, and Stan was still with That Uglyness. The only times he took Stanleymobile somewhere he looked exhausted and sad and never reacted to funny songs or engine murmurs. Was it that Wooden bastard's doing? Stanleymobile would have a talk with it. Stan didn't deserve it, he should be fun and bright and full of energy!
And Stanleymobile did talk after Stan vanished once again inside the Wooden Abomination. She screached about their journeys and roared about treating Stan right.
And The Ugly responded, with cold drafts and wooden creeks. It told the tale of Stan's brother, of wonders and devils, of desperation and hope. It told about Stan's cries and his searches. It told about keeping him warm and not letting him fall from the stairs in exhaustion.
So it seemed they had a common goal for now. Stanleymobile could accept it, and as soon as Stan would complete his goal and become happy again, they could once again go on their journey.
***
Stanleymobile glanced around to verify that their surroundings were clear, and rolled up to the Shack's side.
The Shack groaned woodenly and slightly leaned to press her side on the red metal body.
The stayed silent for some time, the Shack still trying to right herself after being pulled up in the air and them slammed in the ground, and Stanleymobile still trying to wrap her engine around events of the past hours: the men in black that took away Stan, Stan returning and then his brother's return too...
The Shack groaned and with faint whistles stared to tale a story of white light and hope and hurt and anger. She was vibrating from indignation promising the retribution on her first owner and wishing them to make up.
Stanleymobile purred gently and nudged her companion a bit, promising her support. She was sad however - if Ford (older, sharped, darker then in her memories) came back, then Stan and her would have to depart soon. And she wasn't ready. Not when there were kid hands patting her hood or that green child always telling her jokes while checking her tires or Stan who was clearly happier here than in any years before. Not when there was The Shack that lowered her porch when it rained so Stanleymobile could hide there. Not when they long ago were finished with real tales and started to imagine new ones to pass the time. Not when pressing to the Shack and feel her warmth became some sort of comfort.
So Stanleymobile just pressed herself a little harder to a wooden side and started to whir a new tale, of moving houses and walking scarecrows and witches and wizards (she heard something similar from the green child, but every story should have something for inspiration).
I started drawing this a few weeks ago when I was having a hard time, and recently I’ve been having a harder time, so I decided to finish it last night as a little hug to myself
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