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[strangejron]

imaginative scenario I had in my head and it needed to be released into the wild @coniferouspines dont kill meh

[coniferouspines]

Writer’s block has been killing me 😔

Anyway. This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price snippet.

Shermie looked as though he was trying to keep his distance, angry as he was, backing up whenever Ford got too close. Ford kept advancing whenever he did though, jabbing Shermie in the chest with a finger and waving his other hand about.

Stan didn’t allow himself to think too much about it; if he did, he wouldn’t act. Instead he rushed forward, aiming to slip between the two of them and attempt to appease Ford.

His lack of thought came back to bite him—not for the first time—when he failed to take Ford’s erratic movements into account. He had just come around Ford’s side when Ford made another angry gesture, and his hand collided with Stan’s face with an audible noise.

Stan yelped, mainly out of surprise, and reeled back, clutching at his cheek.

Ford and Shermie both froze, Shermie’s eyes going wide as Ford whipped around. A yellow-ringed stare landed on Stan, and something interesting happened then. Stan saw something he hadn’t yet seen on his twin paint Ford’s face:

Horror.

Ford covered his open mouth with a hand in shock, eyes huge.

“Are you alright, Stan?” Shermie asked, brows furrowing.

Stan almost said yes, because he was. It wasn’t as if Ford had been trying to hit him, so there hadn’t been much strength behind the gesture. The smack hadn’t really hurt much, just been unexpected. But more unexpected was Ford’s reaction, and Stan wondered if he could…

Twisting his expression into something pained and making his lip wobble, Stan put on what he hoped was a believable whine and said, “Y-You promised you’d never hurt me!”

He hunched his shoulders and crinkled his eyes as if he were going to cry, staring at Ford with hurt accusation.

Ford’s expression crumpled.

[alicecatfan-2007]

Bad ends - An anthology of "(Never) Bite the Hand That Feeds" verse

Summary:

An anthology of "What if...?" Based on the "(Never) Bite the Hand That Feeds" saga, in which Stan and Ford deal with some things... This contains spoilers for chapter 18 Additionally, it is recommended to read the OneShot "Midas Is King and He Holds Me So Tight" ...   Incidentally, the "Stockholm syndrome" warnings refer to something platonic, and all of this is platonic; I thought about writing a chapter focused on Stockholm syndrome with Stan getting confused, Thinking he's in love with Ford, but he's actually mentally unstable and Ford realizes it. But then I thought, "I don't know, I wouldn't want to..." So it's up to him. If you have any ideas, feel free to comment.

Notes:

For Ilentari.

Inspired by This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price by Ilentari

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[coniferouspines]

Hark, I herald from the heavens with fic news!

Little Heart

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

TIAGICWAP side fic wherein Stan gets turned into a toddler. Expanded from a snippet I posted here a while back.

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(For context this is set few years after the "What if Ford let Stan leave except jk it was a test and he failed so Ford's never letting him outside again" thing so Stan's been heavily conditioned by Ford into the "Big Brother" esc stuff)

"We're almost there, no peaking" Ford said.

"I'm not gonna peak" Stan promised.

Stan was blindfolded and being led by Ford to his present. It was their birthday and Big Brother said he had a big surprise planned for him.

Eventually they left the hallway and went into a room.

There must've been a fan or something in here because there was a slight breeze. It was warm, almost like there was sunlight beaming down, and it smelled like Pine needles. The ground was softer here, like dirt instead of hardwood like most of the Fearamid.

"Now the ground it a little uneven here so be careful. Don't worry, Big Brother will make sure you don't fall"

He was right, the ground was very uneven here. It felt like tree roots.

"Alright" Ford said as they stopped. "This should be far enough. Take off your blindfold"

Stan did just that and squinted as his eyes adjusted to the bright light.

His jaw dropped at what he saw. They were in a forest, a forest just like the ones on Earth. It had trees that towered above them, Stan could make out an open sky above them, it was everything he had dreamed of since Big Brother brought him home.

"I know how much you've missed going outside" Ford said. "And while I can't go back on my word, since it's your birthday and you've been so good lately, I've made you this" He gestured to the scene around them.

"This is a pocket dimension I've created just for you. You can walk as far as you want and explore to your heart's content without ever reaching any sort of end. It also mimics the environment outside the Fearamid so it will change with the weather, time of day, and seasons"

Stan couldn't believe his ears. "You mean it? It's all for me?"

"Well of course the rest of our family can come and go as they please but yes, I made it just for you Baby Brother. Happy Birthday"

Stan hugged Big Brother with all the thankfulness he could give. "I love it, thank you Big Brother"

Ford returned the hug. "You're welcome. Now, I've arranged for a few hours for us to explore. What do you want to do?"

Stan hadn't felt as happy as he had exploring his new present in a long time. They found a lake to skip stones in, a clearing to cloud watch, a Plaidypus den (Big Brother had brought some safe animals like squirrels and birds to the Forest, and even some anomalies from the town he lived in before Bill came). It felt like a dream, the sun on his face, the wind in his hair, the chirping of birds, the smell of the trees, every little thing Stan hadn't felt in years.

Eventually Ford said they had to go back.

"Do we have to?" Stan asked Big Brother. "What if we stayed just a little bit longer?"

"Don't worry, you'll be able to come back later" Big Brother assured him. "But for now we have other things to do. And I need to show you how to get back inside"

Ford pulled out a watch from his coat. Instead of a clock face, it had a compass. He pressed it like a button and it glowed while the needle moved to a different direction.

"This will help point you back home. There's many in the entryway for you to grab and a few hidden throughout the forest if you loose it. And in the worst case scenario, I'll come looking for you eventually if I think you're lost".

They followed the compass for a little bit until they saw a room with one wall open. The walls were lined with more compasses and there was a door in the middle.

They walked through and suddenly they were in a hallway in the Fearamid like it was a normal room.

"Now", Ford said. "Let's get cleaned up and then head to the main dinning room. The rest of the family should be there waiting for us with dinner, cake, and more presents"

Stan smiled as he followed Ford.

He was so lucky to have him as a big brother

(The end! Happy Birthday Stan, enjoy the faux outside Ford gave you! Just ignore the fact that Ford's the entire reason you can't actually leave in the first place.

Also I would like to mention Ford conditions Stan into thinking of the forest room as "outside" even though its still in the Fearamid.

Hope you enjoyed! Have a good day, evening, and/or night!)

This was a delight to find in my inbox after work 🤌🤌

(If anyone doesn’t know the context Saphire is talking about it’s this oneshot right here: Rushing Towards the Skyline)

Ford made him his own pocket dimension forest 🥺 it’s so sweet 🥺🥺 If you ignore how evil the whole situation is because Ford is the cause of it. It’s sweet 🥺

I think it would be cute if at some points Ford hides or buries treasure in various places for Stan to find. His own little treasure hunts :’) just like he wanted as kids…

If this was set earlier, I would think Stan might use the pocket dimension forest to purposefully hide away from Ford and get some alone time. But since it’s been years I’d bet Stan is too conditioned to want to do that 😔 why would he hide from Big Brother?

But yay! Happy birthday Stan! :) Big Brother has given you an inside outside! He’s also conditioned you to believe you’re the reason you can’t actually go outside anymore. It’s not Ford’s fault, of course. It’s Stan’s for trying to leave and making bad choices :)

But AHHHHGHHH I LOVED IT 🩷💜 Pocket dimension forest is such a big brain move 🤌🤌🤌🤌 And Stan really would think it’s the best present Ford has ever given him, considering his circumstances. Poor guy is so trapped and conditioned that he’s truly grateful for this 😭

[coniferouspines]

After 84 million years. I finally managed it.

This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price chapter 21 🎉

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61528726/chapters/222095201

[coniferouspines]

TIAGICWAP & Conservatorship AU crossover????

It’s more likely than you think.

Moot in the DMs started bringing up ideas of what would happen if This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price Ford and My Life, Your Hands Stan interacted. Somehow that spiralled into “Gift Ford invades Conservator Ford and Stan’s lives” and now I have snippets for it.

Unfortunately a niche thing since context would require that both fics have been read. But whatever. Go my snippets ✍️

(This one is from Conservatorship Ford’s POV. For convenience, Conservator Ford is “Stanford” and Gift Ford is “Ford”. Conservator Stan is “Stanley” and Gift Stan would be “Stan” but isn’t there. Imagine he’s hanging somewhere else in the house.)

He was in the kitchen when the other Ford snuck up on him. Stanford felt a hair-raising presence behind him and whirled around just as the other Ford’s hands landed on the countertop on either side of Stanford, trapping him in the corner.

Piercing, yellow-ringed eyes stared unblinkingly into his own, and Stanford leaned back, trying to create some form of distance between them. The other Ford, as per usual, was entirely unbothered by concepts like personal space. He leaned closer as Stanford leaned back, practically breathing the same air as him.

One hand came up and grasped Stanford’s chin, thumb stroking the cleft there. Stanford tensed, everything in him on alert and screaming to flee.

“You should be nicer to your Stanley,” the other Ford whispered.

There was nothing dark or dangerous about his tone, it was perfectly friendly, and yet Stanford had to force himself not to cower anyway. If this man didn’t share his face and hands, Stanford would have a hard time believing he was another version of himself. Something about him didn’t even seem human.

“I’m… I’m nice,” he defended quietly, feeling sweat on the back of his neck.

The other Ford tipped his head and hummed. “You should be nicer,” he repeated.

Stanford licked his dry lips nervously, but was prevented from having to say anything when a shuffling noise was heard coming into the kitchen.

Stanley came around the corner, clutching his Shanklin plush in one arm and rubbing at his face with his other hand. He was still in pyjamas, and his hair was a messed up rat nest.

Immediately, the other Ford’s features softened with affection. He stepped away from Stanford, crooning, “Hello, little one, did you have a good nap?”

Stanley looked between the two of them with a blank innocence, his mind clearly too young at the moment to understand what was going on.

“Mmmm.” He yawned.

The other Ford went up to Stanford’s brother, fussing with his tangled hair. “Aww, still a sleepy boy, aren’t you?”

He pinched Stanley’s cheek affectionately, but Stanley didn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, he seemed to preen under all the attention the other Ford gave him.

Stanford wasn’t sure how he felt, watching the easy care and love his other self showed his brother. There didn’t seem to be any harboured resentment or anger there, nor any awkwardness on how to deal with Stanley. He made it look easy, even if Stanford did think he babied Stanley too much.

(He was not jealous. He was not jealous at all.)

“When is this guy going to go home?” he thought.

[coniferouspines]

New This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price alternative oneshot 🎉

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ford only stared at him blankly. “You can go,” he said, “if that's what you want. I won't stop you, I won't chase you, I won't track you. You're free to leave if that's what you truly wish. If staying with me is such a hardship for you, then go.”

After months of being trapped in the hat-house above the fearamid, Ford brings Stan back down to earth and gives him a choice. He can either stay with Ford, or he can leave and be free. Stan chooses freedom.