#double cursed

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More Double Cursed sketches!

@dark-lord-of-awesomeness

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Ok, Stan’s cat curse but instead of him instantly getting turned into a cat it’s a slow process. Where it physically turns him into a cat over the course of a few days/weeks or every time he steals something the more he becomes a cat. How does this change the story? Does this change the story?

Also, can definitely see two avenues that this could be taken down. Either the funny one where Stan just quickly learns how to operate and use these new “cat features” to his advantage or the slightly terrifying route that’s can dig into the horror of slowly transforming into a cat.

Love this au so much!

I think the horror aspect is entirely dependent on how Stan's transforming into a cat.

If its slow in the sense that he's animorphing into a cat, slowly growing fur, shrinking, face elongating in the worlds slowest were-cat transformation, then yes this is a full horror movie on Stan's end. This is the universe where Stan shuts down all thieving urges as much as possible and holes up in hotel as a half cat monstrosity, panicking about whats happening and forcing himself to go to Ford when the post card comes with his mangled half cat legs and hunched back. This is now a story about Ford opening his door to a Stan who refuses to show his face, gets paranoid about it, then snatches whatever covering Stan has and sees it half transformed into a cat, and they have to go on a whole side quest about it to stop Stan from transforming into a cat, which is happening faster now that Stan's in public and can't help himself as much. Stan's shrinking and his voice is getting weird and snarly, growing curly fur and his eyes are weird, his back is hunching and theres a point where he can't walk on two legs anymore and is also growing a tail. Its painful and awful and Ford holds him about it at least once.

But! I'm a lover of comedy first and foremost, which means I'm imagining this happening in like. bursts. Stan takes a wallet and then POOF! He's got one fuzzy cat hand. There's still fingers (for now) but its got full fur and claws and a little bit of toe pads. Stan's way more nonchalant about it all, as its less of a slow transformation and more of a cartoon one, where he takes something and then suddenly he's got one cat ear (there is a brief period of time where he looks like Bill Wins Stan). This one is especially appealing to me, because it comes with the Stanunion of Ford meeting Stan while Stans at near peak cat transformation, which is Stan The Cat Returns style, where he's the size of and looks like a cat, but is still bipedal and speaks perfect English with the ability to walk on all fours and look like a normal cat. Stan is one theft away from being a cat in everything but mind, and in order to avoid that fate after a huge crime spree, has decided to retire into the woods indefinitely so he's not tempted to steal things. He'll just do other crime and bask in his ill gotten riches, cat size style.

I find this particularly charming, because I like the idea of Ford just snatching him by the back of his tiny cat coat and holding him in the air while Stan hisses about it. Now visualize Ford dramatically posing, looking across the valley, and on his shoulder is standing Cat Stan, wearing his tiny jacket and with a little bit of a mullet going on, leaning on Fords head unimpressed. Now imagine Cat Stan in his tiny jacket trying to light a cigarette, only for Ford to snatch it out of his tiny paw hand. Now imagine Stan trying to drink out of a bottle almost as big as he is, and Ford swoops in, as he's extremely confident Stan's cat curse has progressed to the point where he's got cat internal organs, and the cigarettes and alcohol will ruin his stomach and potentially kill him. Now imagine Stan trying to do anything in Fords house while also refusing to act like a cat, so he's jumping onto the couch like a toddler and kicking his feet while his tail swishes and Ford has to cover his mouth so he won't laugh. Stan's trying to get something off a shelf and doing little jumps. Stan carrying a pillow as big as he is and dragging it into a sun patch so he can snooze in comfort. Cat Stan in his little jacket bleping. Cat Stan launching himself at Fords face and taking him to the ground while Ford screams.

The last theft is a background against until Ford's crying over his fully cat brother for whatever last theft he used to save the day, only to get smacked because it turns out Stans mind is fully human still and Fords getting both his fur and tiny jacket wet.

I could keep going with these honestly. I don't need a plot, I can just put tiny anthropomorphized cat Stan and Ford into all kinds of situations. I can do the same for Double Cursed.

Since I still have you're attention, imagine wolf Ford and cat Stan zootopia style, where Stan is a tiny cat and Ford is looming over him as a wolf. Everyone else is still human though, but Ford is grabbing his tiny brother and booking it through the woods. Ford wearing a baby carrier and inside is Stan in his little jacket. He's got tiny pants too, but no shoes, just cat paws.

Wolf Ford wearing his usual get up and doing a pose, and Stan's in front of him doing the same pose but in a way you know he's making fun of Ford. Ford shoving Stan into his shirt so he can go onto all fours and start sprinting while Stan screams. Stan standing on a high perch while Ford makes watery eyes below him because he won't fit and his ears are pinned back and tail tucked as he begs Stan for something. Ford flat on the ground staring at something he cant reach and making sad eyes at Stan in a silent plea to go get it for him (he is still wearing clothes).

Now reverse! Wolf Ford and human Stan! Ford is still taller, and he def lifts Stan up from under the armpits while Stan screams and kicks his legs and Ford licks his face. Stan's eating a sandwich and suddenly Ford is there, head in Stan's lap and giving him (sandwich) such loving eyes. Bipedal wolf Ford sniff testing Stan. Wolf Ford grabbing Stan by the back of his coat with his mouth and walking places, forcing Stan to walk with him in a weird sorta scruffing move where Stan's walking on his tip toes so he doesn't choke and of course his zipper has chosen this moment to jam. Human Stan getting thrown over Wolf Fords shoulder, then scrambling to hold on when Ford shifts to four leg mode.

[lackinggravitas]

yet again ive been WORMED. BRAIN-WORMED.

you can thank @dark-lord-of-awesomeness’s post for this. i just had to write this, so i whipped this up in between classes. the wormssssss...........

"Okay, are you ready?" Dipper asked, one hand with his pen hovering inches from the page, the other hovering over the button on the camera.

Mabel, hands over her head, holding the creepy necklace above, grinned and nodded. "Ready."

Dipper nodded back, and hit the button.

"Welcome back to Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained," he said to the camera, face all full of that serious look that Mabel thought looked frankly ridiculous on him, "Today we're investigating anomaly #264: the ancient Talisman of Talking. According to the journal, this ancient artifact allows you to hear into the minds of animals! I've got Mabel here to demonstrate. Last chance to back out, Mabel."

Mabel shook her head a little, hair fluffing up around her. Fire-like determination and eagerness glittered in her eyes - she beamed over at her brother. "Never!"

She let go, dropping the necklace down over her head. It slid down her head, settling around her shoulders.

The effect was small, but immediate. It was as though the audible world… opened up around her, unfolding and unspooling, seeping into her ears, followed by a faint buzzing sensation at the edge of her hearing.

Perched on a piney branch, a robin sang. It took Mabel a moment to realize she could hear it - its chittering thoughts, chirping, Singing, singing, everyone, come here, listen, listen!

It wasn't in words. Mabel could hardly comprehend how, but she just knew what it meant somehow. Meaning drawn from gibberish bird whistlings. She couldn't just hear it - she could understand it. She'd never realized there was a difference before, between listening and comprehending.

"Mabel?" Dipper prompted, eyes intently trained on her, fingers twitching around his pen, "You good?"

"Yeah," Mabel blinked, eyes darting around, a soft gasp in her throat. Her eyes darted around, suddenly seeing everything anew. The thrum of worms underfoot, the chitter of birds above - she could hear it all, pulsing in her blood, straining at the seams of her mind. "Dipper, holy crap!"

"What? Does it work?" Dipper pressed, practically on the edge of his seat atop a large rock.

"I can hear everything! I can understand it too!" She spun a slow circle around, eyes seeking to take in the source of every sound, filled with a wonder that sparkled in her insides. "My mind has expanded… I'm one with nature!"

"Fascinating," Dipper said, beaming. His hand was a blur across the page, not even looking up when he spoke, "And its not like, overwhelming?"

"No way! I mean, kinda. But I can hear everything! Everything!"

"You said that, yeah."

"No, like, I can hear it. They're not thinking in English, but I can understand them anyway! It's like I've got a translator in my head."

"That is interesting," Dipper said, voice going soft as he audibly marveled over that. "I guess that that makes sense… holy crap. And there's no side effects?"

"I have become a higher being," Mabel said, pressing her hands to cheeks. "I can feel my mind evolving! It's going through enlightenment puberty! The growing pains…"

"So you have a headache." Dipper quickly noted that down. "Let me know if you need to take it off."

"I'm never taking it off," Mabel said, despite the fact that the buzzing in her head was actually getting steadily stronger, evolving into a soft pulse of pain in the back of her skull. "I'm like a Disney Princess now!"

"Yeah, we're not doing that." Mabel shot him a pouty glare, but he just met her gaze frankly. "You gotta let me have a turn."

That, Mabel relented to herself, was actually fair. "Ugh, fiiineee. But after that, I want another turn!"

Dipper shrugged. "Sure. Lets trade in a few minutes, okay?"

"'kay." Mabel figured she ought to get the most out of the time left as she could. She suddenly grinned, something mischievous sparking in her eyes. "If you can catch me!"

"Mabel!" Dipper yelped as Mabel threw herself towards the treeline, cackling with laughter all the way.

She could hear him fumble to gather all his stuff, shouting her name after her. She just laughed in response, sliding herself underneath a fallen tree and popping out the other side, racing through the forest.

Their summer vacation to Gravity Falls just got better and better! Who knew that the sleepy little Oregon town their boring ol' Grandpa Shermie lived in had so much wonder and mystery to it?

Darting into a small opening under a tree, she pressed her sleeve to her mouth, trying to stifle her giggling as she heard her brother call her name, trying to locate her.

She'd pop out and surprise him in a minute, but for now she wanted to give him a scare. He always reacted so funnily whenever startled - he totally screamed like a little girl! It was hilarious!

Away from Dipper, the thoughts of the forest seemed to creep in even stronger now. Her head throbbed a little. Under the hand she'd planted on the ground, an ant protested the sudden obstacle in its path.

"Oh, sorry!" Mabel whispered to it, quickly shuffling her hand away, watching it continue on, tiny piece of leaf in its pincers.

It rejoined its group, falling back in step behind them.

Two birds flew above, one faster than the other. Mabel could hear both of their thoughts.

Wait, wait, thought the slow one, tired, falling behind.

Its companion flew ahead, unphased- no, unhearing, Mabel realized. Its mind was all sing-songing about the wind in its feathers, friend at its side.

None of them could hear each other. That made sense, Mabel realized - none of them were mind-readers. They had as little understanding of each other's thoughts as humans did.

Her hand came up to lightly touch the charm on the talisman. Mesmerized. Dipper was going to love to hear about this.

Suddenly coming up from somewhere to her left, she could hear the thump of a rabbit's feet on the forest floor, its quick, panicked thoughts making her pulse rush alongside it: hide, run, pursuers, evade, evade.

Mabel swallowed, suddenly uneasy. She wasn't having so much fun anymore - the rabbit's harried thoughts unnerving her. It was being hunted.

Suddenly, the snap of a twig and rush through the underbrush. Mabel watched as a rabbit, the rabbit suddenly raced past, before big black paws dropped down on where it'd just been, moments before, escaping by inches.

A low, rattling growl of annoyance shook the air around her. Mabel's heart stopped dead.

Mere feet away from her little hiding spot, a huge wolf crouched, sniffing at the ground. It bared its teeth, snapping its teeth in the air.

Lost it, lost food, it panted, tongue rolling out of the side of its mouth. Too tired. Got away.

There was a rustle in the bushes, and a small cat of all things padded out, walking brazenly up to the wolf's side. Too slow. Old and fat.

Young and fit, the wolf huffed back, tail lashing in agitation. Big and strong.

Old. Fat. Slow. The cat retorted. It batted at the wolf with its paws, the same way Mabel had seen her cat back at home bat at Dipper when he was annoying her. Lost food. Me starving now. Death. Oh, dying. Starving now.

Were they… talking to each other?

Not dying! The wolf cried back, clawing at the ground in agitation. Me, big young fit strong. Little pack wolf lazy, steals food! Me hunt. Me feed.

Stubborn big cat. Me finds good food, follow, I show, I could show, big cat will follow? The cat prodded back to the bushes, pausing, turning back to the wolf, clearly waiting for it to follow.

No! The wolf huffed back, raking its claws against the ground. Mabel felt her pulse flutter in fear at the deep gouges it left in the earth. Bad food. Dangerous food.

Easy food, the cat insisted.

Humans. Take you away. The wolf whined, ears flattening to its skull, tail hanging low. Mabel didn't know a wolf could look so miserable.

No. Came back. The cat lashed its tail, narrowed its eyes. No danger.

Take you away, the wolf whined, stepping forward so that it could drop its head, nuzzling the cats side. Take you away, so lonely. Little pack wolf gone.

Came back. The cat protested, but it looked like it was relenting, pink sandpaper tongue darting out to lick the wolf's nose. Easy food.

Danger. I hunt. Big juicy meat food, I share. The wolf promised.

The cat huffed, kneeling, legs bunching - and then in one, practiced leap, it landed on the wolf's back, shifting around until it could sit comfortably on its spine. The wolf's tail wagged.

Will have food soon, the wolf said. I share, I share.

Heard so, the cat grumbled back, tail flicking, stretching its paws, head dropping to relax against the wolf's solid spine. Go.

Mabel watched, mystified, as the wolf shook itself, soft enough not to disturb the cat's lounging, and trotting off into the bushes, tail wagging, thoughts all about its little packmate and their next meal, interspersed with the cat's occasional objects and comments.

She slipped off the necklace, the world falling back into the peaceful quiet she'd known before. The pain that had been building in her skull dropped away, leaving her almost dazed, staring down at the talisman in her hands.

That was…

Adorable!

That cat and wolf totally loved each other so much! It was so cute! The way the cat sat on top of the wolf's back? How the wolf seemed upset at the thought of the cat getting taken away? The way they almost seemed to cuddle for a moment there?

So sweet!! None of the other animals seemed able to hear each other - but those two could! Because- because of the power of love! Their love must have transcended the very laws of magic and mind-reading themselves! It had to be TRUE LOVE!!

Mabel beamed at nothing, a small giggle escaping her, pressing her hands to her mouth, feeling her cheeks warm.

"Mabel?!" Dipper yelled from somewhere nearby, making Mabel jump and squeak a little. She'd forgotten she was hiding!

Scrambling out from under the tree, talisman in hand, Mabel went running towards Dipper's voice, excitedly calling out to him, "Dipper!! You'll never guess what I just saw!"

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Drew a scene from the last chapter of @dark-lord-of-awesomeness fic double cursed.

I advice you to go read it cause its too good

[rj0186]

Double Cursed

tags: @dark-lord-of-awesomeness @aroace-get-out-of-my-face

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Will smith phantomhive

Today's Terrible OCiel Name Suggestion is...

Will Smith Phantomhive

Double cursed by @layingwithlay

(Mod UT: Keep our Ciel's name out of your ******* mouth! 😤 🙃 Congrats on double cursed status. 🥳)

[askingstickypaws]

Happy April Fools everyone!

[five-rivers]

Hi I love how wild your blog is and thrive seeing the controversy that stirs up in one afternoon. But consider. Consider the horror that would occur if the two most recent ones were mixed together.

Womb catboy Vlad.

Excuse me? Is this the Roman Catholic Church? Yes, well, I think I need an exorcism, my tumblr askbox- Oh. You don't do things on the internet? Okay. Have a nice day. *Hangs up. Heavy sigh.*

Anyway.

I guess this would happen if Vlad was wombed by a cat ghost. Somehow. But then they abandoned him because he turned out so ugly.