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Can we talk about how Ford was woken up by Bill, and broke the snowglobe... which means he was sleeping with the snow globe. Cuddling it, mayhap?

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I showed my platonic life partner this page in the journal and he drew this on the white board in my art room.

Comedy.

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College Fiddauthor for my tortured soul.

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Why deal with life when you can doodle Ronnie from @aeli-tan-art 's Overlords au instead?

Laziest background ever?! Yes.

Thanks aeli-tan-art for distracting me from The Horrors TM

Reference under the cut.

Screenshot reference from the Overlords AU opening sequence here. If you haven't watched it you need to go watch it. Right now. Go. Why are you still here?!

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I love Stan. Of the brothers, he is my favorite. But I am no Ford hater.

Ford is very human, and obnoxiously relatable.

Yesterday I was complaining to my spouse about how I'm upset at myself for being upset that I haven't made any new friends at my new job. I talked in circles for about twenty minutes, because I am fine with being alone- I've never really cared about being alone- so I was upset that I was upset that I felt alone.

Then I thought about the diner scene in the Book of Bill, and realized that I am hilariously Ford-coded. He is convinced he needs no one, but still feels hurt that he doesn't have anyone, and doesn't realize how lonely he was until he finds Bill and then until Fiddleford joins him.

All this to say, I love Stan, but I am Ford. I told my spouse as much by saying, and I quote, "Holy shit. I'm Ford. I just haven't made a deal with the devil yet!"

My spouse then proceeded to laugh for five minutes straight because they were very concerned about me saying "yet".

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk

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Sneak peek of where this AU is going.

*edit* this turned into part 1, part 2 here.

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Stan hit the ground hard. He knew it should have hurt, but he couldn't feel anything more than the screaming pain in his leg. At least Rico had been kind enough, if he could call it that, to drop him off back at his motel.

He painstakingly reached a hand out towards the door and dragged himself closer. The door was still wide open from when Rico and his goons had knocked it down, which was good. He was sure he wouldn't be able to stand in this condition. 

He wasn't sure if it was his focus on getting to the phone or the blood loss, but he thought he was doing a pretty great job ignoring the pain. He made it to the phone an indeterminate amount of time later, and dragged himself upright enough to dial.

“Fiddleford McGucket here!” A man answered cheerfully after the second ring.

“Who…? Shit.” Stanley responded, his voice sounding worse than he had expected. “Nevermind, wrong number.”

“Wait jus’ a second, there. Were ya lookin’ for Stanford?” Fiddleford asked.

Stan froze, realizing too late just how unprepared he was to hear his brother's name.

“Ya still there?” Fiddleford asked, sounding less cheerful and more confused.

“Yeah- yeah. Sorry I am- fuck- I am looking for Ford.” Stan struggled to respond as pain shot up from his leg.

“Lemme get em’ for ya. Just a sec.” Fiddleford said. 

Stan heard a click as the phone was set down and took a second to wonder who the hell Fiddleford was. Had Ford actually made a friend? Stan felt a jolt of sadness, but pushed it back. He knew why he was calling now, and, if he was being honest, he was happy Ford had someone by his side.

“This is Stanford Pines.” Stan heard, tearing him from his thoughts.

“Ford- hi.” Stan said, then paused to take a breath as another jolt of pain ran up his spine. “I- it's Stan. Please don't hang up.”

“Stanley?” Ford asked, an odd mix of old anger and concern in his voice. “What's wrong with your voice?”

“It's a long story- I- shit- I just needed to let you know I'm sorry.” Stan said, digging his hand into the dirty carpet and trying his best to focus on his words instead of his leg. “I'm sorry for everything. I really didn't mean to fuck up that project- fuck- no, that doesn't matter- I'm just sorry, Ford. I hope you're doin’ alright.”

“Stanley, what are you not telling me?” Ford asked, clever as ever.

“It doesn't matter, Ford. I just needed you to know, alright?”

“Stanley, what did you get yourself into this time?!” Ford practically yelled.

“I fucked up, that's all.” Stan said, with a humorless laugh. “Nothin’ new there, I guess. It doesn't matter though, I probably deserved it. Don't worry about it.”

“That did not answer my question.” 

“And I told ya it doesn't matter! I'm calling you to fucking apologize! Did you not get that?” Stan snapped, then immediately regretted it. “Shit, sorry. I just mean to say it doesn't matter, alright?”

“Like hell it doesn't matter, Stanley. You sound terrible. Do you have a car? I can give you my address.”

“I still got the Stanley Mobile, but it would be pretty hard to use the clutch right about now.” Stan responded with another humorless laugh as he tried to look anywhere but his leg. “Anyway, I'm not callin’ you for help. I just couldn't let it end how it did.”

“Stan, what the hell does that mean?!” Ford yelled in earnest.

“It just means what it means, Ford, alright? Can't ya just take me at my word this one time?!”

“This one time?! I took you at your word our whole childhood!”

“Then do it again! One last time, would ya?! Ya stubborn bastard!”

“That makes no sense! If I were a bastard, then you would also be a bastard! We're twins!”

“At least you haven't changed.” Stan mumbled.

“Obviously, neither have you! What did you mean ‘one last time’?!” Ford yelled.

“It doesn't matter! I'm sorry, alright?! That's all you need to know!” Stan yelled back.

“Stanley-” Ford started, but Stan didn't wait, he slammed down the phone as hard as he could from his awkward angle on the floor and groaned at the searing pain that followed.

He finally looked down at what remained of his leg and immediately leaned to the side to vomit.

Rico would be back in three days, and Stan had nowhere, and no way to run.

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Well I guess less of where it's going, and more where it started?

Anyways, more to come! I'll be posting it on ao3! And probably drawing more art to go along with it.

I call it the InTRIdimensional AU!

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Sometimes I wonder how everything would have turned out if Stan's childhood dreams required him to get good grades.

Like if he still had dreams to do something with Ford, but the dream was something only achievable with a degree.

For example, instead of finding the boat, they both want to be marine biologists or astronauts or something along those lines.

He isn't stupid, in fact, I think he is just as smart as Ford, just with different motivations. Thinking up scams and lying all the time to get yourself out of sticky situations requires a lot of intelligence.

Maybe I'm projecting because I'm thinking about going back to school as a person who is turning 31 in two days, but it's interesting to think about. I dropped out of school because I didn't know what I wanted to do aside from work at plant nurseries. So I dropped out and did just that. Life happened- as it is wont to do- and I made some serious mistakes, and now I work in a warehouse that I hate to keep myself off the street, but I'm not stupid. I was just highly unmotivated by higher education.

To put this more in perspective: my older brother is a doctor, my younger brother is an airplane mechanic, and my older sister is an aeronautical engineer. I dropped everything I knew to live in the Pacific Northwest so I could be around green plants year round. 😅

I feel like I am a lot more like Ford, but ended up more like Stan. Which is why I often wonder how different it would be for Stan if he had a different goal school-wise.

Anyways, I love both brothers. They are both equal parts of me, and it reminds me to be softer to myself.

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Character details for the Intridimensional Au! Starting with Stan.

Fidds and Ford coming soon.

I know I have another chapter to write, I just haven't had the time or motivation this week. So you get this instead!