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OOC Post

Hey everyone! Sorry I've been missing for so long, I'm currently in the gutter where finances are concered(tuition is EXPENSIVE) so I started a fiverr and updated my kofi! I'll still be posting on here! But things are definitely going to take a lot longer.

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What major gen z Stan study

OOC: Stan's course is BSBA(Bachelor of Science in Business Administration)! He couldn't really decide on a specific thing he wanted to do career wise so he decided to pick up something of an entrepreneurial strain since he was a great talker!

He's got hobbies like sports, drawing and writing though, even at times debate because he can talk circles around his peers!

Sorry for the lack of content at the moment guys! I just got back from a trip so I was busy and pretty tired, I'll be posting content again soon enough though!

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College Modern au meet college babyboomer

Ooc: Hahaha! I generally put those kinds of posts on my main since it's technically not canon to the events on this blog. But since you asked, I'll add here all the drawings I have of the crossover so far. I might work on a fic related to it too, so watch out for that! :D

Baby Boomer College Designs belong to @golden-berry

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*magic anon time! Stan and Ford are wearing their old man outfits from Canon*

"Haha! This ain't so bad!"

"Huh?? Where did these clothes even come from???"

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Question Stanford, hypothetical how would you react if by chance you were tackled by a green and teal fur, with four magenta eyes, lime horns, sabertooth fanged dog(?)…hypothetically speaking of course! Ehehe

“I… what?"

"I mean… I should be fine with it as long as it doesn’t pose a threat to me, or my friends I suppose. That’s certainly an… unusual way to describe a specimen.”

"I don't think anything like it currently even exists, at least not to my knowledge."

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*Le poof! Bill now has to wear a more Bill Cipher esque outfit!*

"Uh, this seems a bit... much. What's with the hat???"

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Modernity Modernity! How stylish could you be! Featuring the four horsemen!

I found some old markers and I AM REALLY SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING LIKE— ANYTHING. I've been really busy lately with life stuff but I promise I will get back to the blog and my main as soon as I am able.

In the meantime, I hope you guys enjoy this little thing!

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*A flash of fear flickered in Stanford’s eyes, the cold pressure of ghostly fingers pressing against his neck. But before the fear could fully take hold, his gaze hardened, sharpening into a steely focus. Was he seriously being threatened? The way his counterpart acted— like some entitled child— was nauseating. All this power, this display of strength and bravado, only to use it for something so pathetic? To act like a spoiled brat? It was sickening.*

*His hands clenched into fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, but Ford held himself back. His composure remained terrifyingly intact, the simmering fury beneath his calm surface threatening to explode at any moment, yet he held it in check.*

"You speak of truth."

*He said, his voice steady but sharp.*

"But the more I listen, the more I'm inclined to believe you’re simply projecting."

*Everyone else around him was holding their breath, their panic palpable. It was understandable. The smart thing to do was to shut up, to step back and let this Ford variant believe whatever he wanted. But to do that would be to surrender. And Stanford would not, could not, allow himself to give in— not when the outcome of this conversation was essentially hinging on his response.*

*He could already see it, the other man’s posturing, the way he acted like his version of the truth was absolute. Like the words he spoke were the law of the land. The beauty of the multiverse theory— what might have been impossible in one world was always a possibility in another. So that didn’t mean his counterpart’s experience was universal.*

*The brief tugging on his coat pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts. Bill was clutching at the fabric, hiding behind him like a shield. Beige canvas crumpled within his fingers. The sudden protectiveness made Stanford’s chest tighten. He wasn't about to abandon Bill— not now, not ever.*

*Ford could dare to think the implications of his counterpart's words later. He shook off the fleeting distraction, focusing again on the other man. Caution be damned.*

"The same story, told by different people, becomes a thousand truths. If you claim to be who you say you are, you should understand that better than anyone."

*His eyes narrowed, the simmering frustration in him turning into something far colder. Pity. He couldn’t help it. This variant was pathetic. There was a weakness in him that everyone could see clearly now, a desperation masked by an inflated sense of self.*

"What you deem the truth isn’t universal. It’s always filtered through the lens of our own experiences. What could’ve happened for you, for many… that doesn’t mean it will happen for me."

*Stanford didn’t know what he expected out of this version of his counterpart. The man who deemed himself an oracle. He didn’t know what would happen if this reached a boiling point. But what he did know was that it wouldn’t be the same outcome as it had been in other universes.*

*With a quiet motion, he extended his arm behind him, his hand gently holding Bill close, as if to shield him from the mounting tension in the room. The blonde had been trying to hide, and Stanford had known from the beginning that Bill’s own vulnerabilities ran deeper than anyone cared to acknowledge.*

*They rarely talked about such painful experiences, and at some point— Ford realized that the silence in those moments spoke volumes. Those late nights needed no words shared, just the safety you could only feel with somebody you trusted heart, mind and soul.*

*Had this variant of his counterpart used that vulnerability against him? Given how he spoke of his Bill, it wouldn’t be surprising. But Stanford had no desire to uncover the grim details. This wasn’t his problem.*

*And that, he realized, was exactly what his counterpart didn’t understand. Whatever had happened to them, whatever they had gone through, would never touch him. He was confident of that. Even if it cost him everything, he would stand firm in that belief.*

*After all, Stanford was still young— painfully young compared to his weathered variants. He wasn’t naive enough to believe nothing would come back to haunt him, but that was a risk he was willing to take. If his truth cost him, then so be it. He would stand by it, knowing he’d chosen his own path.*

"We are similar, not the same. I choose to refuse your truth as much as you opt to refuse mine."

*Stanford didn't believe in fate, he made his choices of his own accord.*

"Now isn't... this... interesting~?"

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*The four of them couldn't help but stare, their eyes locking on the figure before them. It was undeniably Ford— or at least an obvious version of him— but the sight of the man had each of them reeling in their own way.*

"WHO???"

*Stan’s voice cracked slightly as he stumbled back a step, his finger jabbing toward the otherworldly variant. His eyes darted between the figure and his brother, his tone a wild mix of confusion, fear, and outright disbelief. He gripped the back of a chair for support, as though bracing himself for the sheer absurdity of it all.*

"Why does he have so many eyes?"

*Fiddleford stepped closer to Stan, his voice low but tinged with alarm. His brows furrowed deeply as he leaned forward, squinting at the glowing figure like it was an unsolvable equation. Concern dripped from every word, his mind clearly racing to process the sight before him.*

"Fordsy, why do you have so many copies?"

*Bill attempted a laugh, his tone light and teasing, but the pitch betrayed his nerves. His gaze flicked from the variant to the Ford he knew, his hands fidgeting as if unsure whether to gesture in disbelief or shield himself from potential doom. Something about the other Stanford sent chills down his spine.*

"SAYS THE ONE WITH A TRIANGLE FOR A CLONE???"

*Ford threw his arms in the air, his exasperation boiling over. His sharp tone was laced with frustration as he turned to Bill, clearly fed up with the double standards. His expression twisted between irritation and something dangerously close to betrayal as he gestured toward the variant that bore his likeness.*

"Who are you?! And why do you look like me?!"

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Does Fidds still make death robots in this au?

"Death... robots? Now hold on just a tick, I build robots, sure, but they ain’t meant for killin’!"

"...Well, leastways not when it comes to folks, anyhow..."

ooc: They're not intended to be lethal, but the robots he can make are very much lethal. A steel spinner robot at 30lbs could very much catch a body or a very severe injury if you aren't careful. Why would Fiddleford make such a thing? Because Graviton's engineering students have their own "battle bots" esque event every semester to put their skills to the test. It's about as destructive as you'd expect.

Best part of it being that it's a team event, and he's not the only one working on that little slice of insanity. He managed to rope the other three into it(Stan: driving the robot; Ford: Co-engineer; Bill: Programmer)! This is just an example that Ford and Fidds brainstorming at 3am powered by nothing but caffeine and sheer will isn't always a safe idea.

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Hey Bill , why is all your jewelry triangular ?

"Hm? Oh, I just like triangles. Plus, it matches the existing vibe of my necklace. Gotta keep the aesthetic consistent, you know?"

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"Nice to meet you, Asher! And really, don’t worry about it! It's actually kind of flattering that you're this excited to meet me."

*Stanford smiled warmly, waving off Asher's concerns with a relaxed shrug. He wasn’t particularly alarmed by anything unusual about his new acquaintance— well, not that Ford noticed much about others unless he was actively studying them. To him, polydactyly and heterochromia seemed like random quirks he'd encountered before, like a generic genetic lottery.*

*The thought of where this youngster came from, though, did nag at the back of his mind. He looked to be no older than a teenager... so where were his guardians?*

*Stanford shook the thought from his head, standing up straighter, his hands automatically resting behind his back. It was a habit he had long since stopped trying to shake as he didn’t find it all that problematic anymore. It just was, a natural reflex he couldn’t quite explain.*

"I'm Stanford, but feel free to call me Ford. Pleased to make your acquaintance!"

(Please ignore my last ask I was wayyy too excited lol, anyways this is Asher the teenager I was talking about.)

“Hi! I heard that someone had Polydactylism like me I almost couldn’t believe it, I thought I was the only one! Especially with my mix of 6 and 7 fingers.”

"Ah, greetings!"

"Well… this is certainly a surprise! I knew polydactyly wasn’t exactly uncommon, but to encounter someone with a similar trait— that’s… quite remarkable!"

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Hey friend, I received my commission from my colleges army ROTC back in 2017. Best of luck to ya! Just keep breathing and know that every annoying moment of it is by design. Also Stanley working in supply or motor pool would go unbearably hard. In any case, good luck, and remember that it's meant to suck. But always keep an eye out for shenaniganery and keep yourself safe.

Thanks for the advice! And honestly, thanks for the idea! I don't really plan on having Stan and Ford do too much though. ROTC is just one of those brief adventures/stints they've had just screwing around and having fun. Just another thing to pile onto their list of experiences and lessons.

The Stan twins were in the same platoon during the whole thing, so you could probably say this is another reason why they're so close too. "The fault of one is the fault of all." Cuz damn the officers could be ruthless during training, I will say it's satisfying to get everything right though.

By technicality they're not civilians anymore if you think about it, but that's not really that big of a deal unless knowing how to march, recognize commands, assemble/disassemble a rifle and firing said rifle is a huge deal. They did a lot more than this of course, but this is generally all they remember coming out of the program just last year. They were in it for 2 academic years, entered it as freshman and stayed in as sophomores but decided not to partake for their 3rd and fourth academic year(2024-2025 & 2025-2026[The next oncoming school YEAR!]).

On a related note, Bill and Fidds are graduating this academic year(2024-2025)! They'll be pursuing further studies(masters) in Graviton though, so they're still here to stay!

Stan and Ford already have partial scholarships(the former in sports, the latter academics) in Graviton without the need for ROTC, I'd say they really just joined training for the experience. And frankly, it's not really something they can maintain given Stan's tendencies to just throw caution to the wind(be damned all restrictions) and Ford absolutely hating waking up that early(0500H), man is allergic to painfully early mornings as a night owl.

It doesn't stop the instinct to look who yelled though when somebody goes: "Attention!" That's still something that gets the twins to this day.

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Alright got both of them done! I know i sent one in your ask but I wanted to post these, I’ll stop bombarding you now @gfthe-fearsome-foursome 😅

Hope you are having a wonderful day/night/evening

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Here is that Fiddlestan I promised ya, i’m working on Ford and Bill currently I guess you can tell I really love your au lol. Anyways I hope you like it! 🥰

ooc: THIS IS AMAZING! THANK YOUUU!

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If people are wondering why I'm less active, that's because I'm now part of my college's ROTC(Reserve Officers' Training Corps; aka military before official military) and that means I've got more things to tend to weekly on top of lab work and papers for my major.

The former is actually a concept I'll be messing with for the Stan twins in the modernity AU since I saw a picture of somebody's army AU where Stanley was in the army(I don't remember who drew it, I just remember seeing it).

In the meantime, have this sketch. It'll likely be more insightful to my think train than it should be.

Btw, for all current RPs on @gfthe-fearsome-foursome I do plan on responding soon! I just haven't gotten around to managing the blog as much as I'd have liked in preparation for training and academic workload.

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4, green?

Fight or Freeze

Depending on the situation, in the face of most danger Fiddleford in this AU would either fight or freeze. The latter happening more often than the former.

Fiddleford did grow up on a farm but in this AU he also grew up spoiled, like rich kid spoiled. It's not surprising that when he's in the immediate danger his body locks up and his mind blanks. He tends to avoid dangerous situations before they even get to him.

It also doesn't help that with the way his family is structured, yelling and scolding to conform to a certain "correct" way had given him a reflex of being stuck in a situation. Sometimes metaphorically or literally.

HOWEVER! Fiddleford still has strong morals and will stand up for what is right no matter what. If he sees any of his friends in danger, it's an instinct that he will go and try to help them even if it means hitting a rabid wolf with his banjo to keep his friends from being injured or worse.

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Send BREAK for my muse to: have an emotional breakdown, break an object, break a promise, or break into a location/safe.