Updated "In Too Deep" (Stanley Pines/fat transmasc reader fic) after nearly two years abandoned. Second chapter is entirely smut, but the third is already underway and will carry through Bug's first day on the job with Ford, as well as his first shift in the Mystery Shack afterward!
An interesting question I have is... What would have happened if Stanley had an... alter ego? A split personality? Call it what you want. But it's not normal... Like everything related to The Pines family.
I will officially introduce you to my concept of… Stanley Pines' shadow...
Yelnats
Stanley Pines has a shadow called… Nats… its full name is Yelnats, though it goes by nicknames like Nat, Nats, or Jellyfish.
Yelnats isn't simply Stanley's "dark side," but an entity completely alien to humanity.
Long before Earth existed, even before civilizations were capable of naming good and evil, there were entities whose nature was to feed what was already hidden within living beings.
Yelnats was one of them. It wasn't a demon. It wasn't a god. It wasn't a ghost. It was a primordial anomaly. Its existence consisted of a single function: to bring out the worst in others.
It didn't create evil. It found it. It fed it. It made it grow until it completely consumed its host.
For countless ages, it traveled across different worlds, observing intelligent species destroying each other. He never understood concepts like love, compassion, or sacrifice; they seemed absurd to him. For him, violence was the most honest state of any creature.
His existence took a new form when an ancient shaman discovered how to imprison him.
Unable to destroy such an ancient entity, the shaman fused his essence into a bronze ingot in a powerful ritual.
Centuries later, that metal was reused countless times until it finally became a pair of bronze knuckles.
No one knew their true origin. To everyone else, they were just old knuckles.
Until Stanley Pines bought them during his years living on the streets.
And he made the mistake of using them too many times for too long.
...
Inspiration
I think of this as... the most popular dynamic that exists between two entities, two personalities, two different people coexisting in the same body, unable to escape each other...
All the dynamics I know end up going from enemies fighting for the body to something more: friendship, brotherhood, a close relationship, etc.
And well, you can't blame me, I grew up watching some series and movies that showcased incredible ideas of this kind...
I'd say what started this idea was a web series called FNAFHS... specifically season 3.
Then Venom and Suicide Squad followed on my list of movies with characters who have an entity inside them, who get along terribly, and then in some cases become close.
Now that that's clear, you understand why I made this character...
Commissioned by @artistredfox for @dark-lord-of-awesomeness as a birthday present!!! We hope he inspires much rage and anguish within you.
In addition, an accompanying fic from myself:
But Someday I'll Be Perfect, and I'll Make Up for it All (8499 words) by curiousCanine
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Stan Pines, Ford Pines
Additional Tags: Fisherman's Knot is not required reading but it IS recommended, Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide
Summary:
Stanford gets a chance to reconnect with his brother for the first time since the "unpleasantness" of that winter in early 1982. Stanley's been hard at work since then, by the look of things. Healthier. Happier. He mentions a project he's been working on that he thinks Stanford would be interested in. Something that could make the world a better place. And Stanford, well. It's been nearly twenty years since he last saw his brother, and nearly thirty since the two of them had been anywhere near close. Can he be blamed for wanting to put the past behind them? For saying bygones? Especially since it seems like his brother has finally decided to put all that untapped potential to use, just like Stanford knew he could?
Once again, I just wanna cry cause I miss my husband. I need that pinned against the wall after being apart for a while embrace and kiss that takes me under like a high tide.