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A sick day

A little sfw platonic, agere fic, where Stan doesn't feel the best. But he has his big brother to care for him! HUGELY inspired by @the-universal-sun and their most recent sfw platonic agere fic. The scene where Ford reads to Stan really implanted itself into my head, so I hope its okay I included something similar here!

Fic under the cut!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65446495

With the first rays of light shining upon his face, Stan could tell today was going to be a bad one. With the first stirrings of consciousness, he also felt the first stirrings of nausea and stomach cramps. He ended up rolled onto his side, curling into himself with a whimper. Luckily, he'd been able to sleep his with big brother last night. Not that Sixer ever prevented him from it. But he was grateful he could reach a few inches over, and find the solid mass of his brother.

Little fingers (To him anyway) curled into his brother's sleep shirt, tugging gently with an insistent whine. It was all he could manage, the idea of opening his mouth nearly sending him spiraling into throwing up then and there. It took a few tugs, but his Sixer always woke up quickly. Especially when he sensed his baby brother was in turmoil, emotional or physical.

"Mm? Whassit? Lee, issat you? What's-" Ford's jaw cracked open in a huge yawn, one that would make old man Stan jealous at the distinct lack of pain it seemed to give his brother. "Whas Goin on?"

Stan shifted on their bed until he could collide with his brother's side, squirming until his brother took the hint. Ford rolled smoothly, bringing Stan to his chest in a motion that was evidently practiced.

He whimpered again, squeezing his eyes shut as he rubbed a hand over his tummy. Gosh, he'd never felt quite so icky before! Atleast, he thought so.. Ford's hand took the place of Stan's, his palm gentle, callouses occasionally snagging on the flannel fabric of his jammies. But it wasn't uncomfortable, the very slight tugging motion of the cloth providing a distraction from the roiling in his tummy.

"Oh, my dear little Lee. Are you feeling ill?" Ford's voice came out hushed, the deep timbre immediately chasing away some of the pain. Stan nodded, careful not to nod too fast. He pressed his cheek into Ford's bicep, causing his face to look adorably squished as he looked to his big brother to fix it.

"Come here, sweet boy. Let's get you some hydration, hm?" Ford pried himself free from Stan's clinging, shushing the whining complaints with a soft smile. His sturdy 6 fingered hands came down to heft his brother up, careful to go slow, minimizing the threat of Stan throwing up in the bed.

Despite knowing he'd probably feel better with a drink, Stan didn't want to get up. Thankfully, Stan's wish was granted quickly. Ford had only sat him up against the headboard, ensuring Stan wouldn't get sick on his side.

"I'll be back momentarily, I must go get you some supplies. Sit tight, dear." Ford responded smoothly, his wide palm encasing Stan's cheek with a fondness that Stan never got tired of. With a quick peck to his forehead, he watched his big brother canter out of the bedroom, presumably to the kitchen.

Stan sat patiently, doing his best to ignore the swirly feelings within his gut. It felt like when he spun around too fast, making himself dizzy. His fingers curled into the blanket at his lap, doing his very best to not think about anything related to food, or opening his mouth, or- Finally, his big brother returned with a myriad of supplies. A sippy cup of water, medicine, a mini can of ginger ale, bucket, and a few of Stan's favorite storybooks.

Stan felt a small smile on his face at the sight of the book titles. Childhood classics, such as Goodnight Moon, Stella Luna, Goodnight Gorilla, and a very battered copy of a Sixer original. That was one of Stan's favorites. Sixer had illustrated and wrote it himself. A fun story of two brave sailors who explored the world, and fought epic battles! It was even cooler because his big brother had written it!

"Alright, I've gathered some stuff to keep us occupied while we wait out this nasty tummy bug of yours. I know you hated that previous medicine, so I engineered this one! It will taste good, I promise." Ford reassured Stan as he set his supplies down, careful to set the books far from the edge of the bed.

Ford turned to prepare a dose of the liquid medicine, trying not to chuckle at the expression Stan was no doubt making. Upon turning around... yup. Stan's tongue was poking out, eyebrows pinched in a pout of disgust. He adamantly shook his head, crossing his arms with a firm "Uh uh."

Ford sighed internally, knowing that getting his brother to take medicine was like convincing a pladipus to willingly give up its flannel. Read: impossible. These things just didn't come easy.

"Come on, Lee. You trust your big brother, don't you? I made it tasty, just for you. And after you take it, you can have a sippy from your cup." Stan's resolve wavered upon Ford's coaxing.

And he really did feel gross. If Sixer said he made it yummy.. then… He reluctantly opened his mouth, eyes trained to the side to avoid the pride shining in his brother's eyes, doing his best to hide how pleased it made him feel to know he'd made his brother proud.

"Good job, Lee. Such a brave boy." Ford encouraged Stan as the other quickly swallowed the medicine from the little cup, eyes widening as he realized he hadn't wanted to spit the medicine out.

Ford chuckled at the expression, a knowing smirk on his face. "See? Told you I'd made it yummy. Now come along, take a few sippies. Not too many, alright?" Ford spoke, handing his little brother a dark blue sippy cup. Stan held it in both hands, doing his best to follow his brother's directions, despite wanting to guzzle the water down as soon as it hit his tongue. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until then.

Once he was finished, Ford set the cup onto the bedside table, immediately climbing back under the covers. He settled on his back, an arm extended so Stan could curl against him. His little brother did as expected, squirming into the provided space with a happy squeak. Stan's cheek was once again pressed against his brother's chest, one of his arms thrown across Ford to hold him like a child held a teddy. Ford's extended arm came up, curling around Stan's back, to keep him close.

When both were settled, Ford grabbed a book from the pile, opening one to its first page, entirely ready to read his little brother back to sleep. Before he could speak, Stan tugged his shirt again, whispering his request:

"Voices?" Ford smiled fondly, nodding before ruffling Stan's hair. "Of course, my boy. I'll do the voices. Now, there was once a little gorilla who lived in the zoo…"

Stan's eyes half lidded as his brother read, the mischievous gorilla taking the zookeeper keys never failing to make him smile. After a while, the medicine had begun to silence his tummy, making it easier to open his mouth without feeling like he was going to puke.

"Sixer?" Ford paused in his page turning, glancing down to his little brother with a raised eyebrow. "Hm?"

Stan yawned, shuffling impossibly closer, eyes drooping shut as he gave into sleep. "Love ya.."

Ford was silent for a moment, heart taken by absolute joy and love for his little brother. He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to his brother's forehead. "I love you too, my Little Lee."

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Gravity Falls AUs and WIPS

I have tons of little ideas, drafts, and semi-written stuff lying around. And I thought I'd share some of them to drum up some interest, give myself some motivation, and just.. share these ideas. I want to share them all sooo bad, but they're not written.. yet.

AU ideas and synopsis under the cut! Gladly taking any name suggestions, since some are un-named LOL. Some of these fic ideas may sound familiar, and its because some GF fics out there have the same idea. These ideas are totally inspired by them! I just need to find their title and authors.

West of the Falls: Stan is deemed an outlaw to be killed on sight after he accidentally ruins his brother's chance to become a renown priest, after their father. He returns for his revenge, and his brother. (Inspired by "Hell's Coming With Me" by Poor Man's Poison.)

idk wtf to name this one: While fulfilling their lifelong dream, the Stan bros find themselves in a situation, where Stan becomes deaged. Now Ford must find a way to revert Stan back to his proper age, as well as navigating and sailing by himself, and navigating temporary parenthood. (Timestuck AU type shenanigans. Dad!Ford flavored. I'll gladly take any name ideas LOL)

Idk what to name this one either: Classic Stan bros adventures gone wrong! A shadow from Stan's past has come for them both, and they will have to use every trick in the book they know to escape alive. They might not make it out in one piece, however...

No fucking name mcgee: General fic where the Old Men are learning to be brothers again through various adventures and shit that happens to them. Rebuilding their bond, and learning to heal through their experiences. (Will include lots of hurt/comfort, stangst, and of course, platonic affection, caretaking, and platonic cuddling. Gotta have that in there.)

A divergence of the kid-Stan AU: Ford finds himself the last place he ever wanted to be again: Stranded in the multiverse. However, this time, there's a lot more at stake. Can he outwit and escape not only the multiverse, but the bounty hunters hot on his trail? Not to mention, keeping him, and his newly minted Little brother out alive.

One Big Happy Family: Dipper and Mabel's parents are falling apart at the seams, leaving both kids to fend for themselves as they're abandoned after the divorce. Thankfully, they have another family that will take them in, lead by two great uncles, a hairless gopher man, an ex-insane mechanic, and a lumberjack teenager.

You must never break the chain: Ford assumes the worst of Stanley when he returns. Really, what man with any self-respect wears a gaudy fake gold chain everywhere? However, Ford soon realizes that there's more to it than he'd thought.

Never written comfortober prompt of "Treasure": Stan is all too happy to let the kids go gallivanting with Ford in the woods. What he never expected was to be left with Dipper for the day, the two finding their own special treasure

I'm Back In The Fucking Building AGAIN: (Title pending) The Stan bros become stranded in the multiverse while sailing. This time, they're together. Attempting to find their way back home, they encounter a familiar face... (OR, Sea Grunkles enter the multiverse, and come across a Ford that hasn't made it home yet. Interesting conflict between a Ford that still misses his Stanley, but uses his anger as a shield, and a Sea Grunk Ford that's hugely protective of Stan. What could go wrong?)

Evil Ford AU Or Doomsday AU(Title pending.): A divergence of the usual Sea grunks adventures. A Ford has come across literal time and space just to hunt down 46'- Stanley. His main goal is unknown, but it ends up with Stanley's death. Unless 46'- Ford can prevent it.

Cipher revival cult: Ford's brother has gone missing, and Ford is set upon a warpath of rage, revenge, and protection. Stan is simply trying to stay alive, while preventing his very blood from falling into the wrong hands. OR: (A cult of people need Stan's blood as a sacrifice to revive Bill.)

kind of a/b/o or feral AU: where Ford is a dad he somehow gains access to a dimension where Stan was an only child and he was being horribly neglected and abused, so Ford just adopts him this would fix the possible timeline issue if I ever write Stan reuniting with that Ford. OR: (PLATONIC A/B/O Dad!Ford with his newly adopted pup, Stanley.)

Till I'm Naught But Skull and Bone: Stan disappeared after the entire science fair fiasco. Not that Ford cares! But when Ford ends up stranded in the ocean at the mercy of a pirate ship, he never expected to see a familiar face heading the crew. OR: (Ford goes on as canon, but the portal incident doesn't happen. Instead, he ends up on his brother's pirate ship, both learning to live together again. Inspired by "Skull and Bones" by Home Free)

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"It's either my room or the attic, Kid."

Dipper can't stand his sister's sleepovers any longer, and goes off to find a new spot to sleep yet again. Until an idea strikes him, and he turns to his uncle. A little conversation is had, comfort is given, and Dipper is able to feel just a bit closer to Stan as a result. (Based during S1 E16 · Carpet Diem)

Fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49342357 Work under the cut. This fic is a little older! But I figured since I'm posting writing here too, it can also hang out here. :)

Dipper trotted down the rickety staircase, age making them complain under his feet. Once more, Mabel's insistent partying had driven him from the room they shared. Even now he could hear the deep voice of Grenda replying to their, (in his opinion) stupid boy game.

The voices faded as he came into the living room, old furniture seeming to be the most inviting at the moment. He plopped down, squishing his pillow until he gained a resemblance of comfort. He shifted, turning multiple times. The chair wasn't comfortable but it would do for tonight. "It's far better than that horrorshow of a room right now anyway," Dipper assured himself out loud, firmly shutting his eyes.

It wasn't far better, in the end of it. The fish tank's constant bubbling, the chair's strange lumps and old man smell from his Grunkle Stan, and the constant groan of old wood had him sitting up in eventual frustration. Nothing seemed to be working, and there wasn't anywhere else in the shack-

Unless. He went to his Grunkle Stan. Dipper made a face, already regretting that train of thought. What would he gain, really? But his exhausted mind led him down the tracks anyways.

His Grunkle Stan was a crass man, who seemed to harbor favoritism towards his sister. Indeed, over their feud for the newly found room, Mabel was leading by an intense amount of points. Simply for Mabel being who she was. Even still, maybe Stan would let him in, just for tonight. Heck, he could even blackmail his Grunkle. "Maybe he'd be proud of something I've done then.." Dipper mumbled, sitting up and making his decision. Pillow and blanket in tow, he walked up the stairs, nerves becoming more evident as he approached the door. It loomed over him, covered in signs that were to ward him and his sister off. His eyes trailed to the bottom sign. Dipper specifically it seemed as well, eyeing the sign that had his face crossed out with the caption "THAT MEANS YOU."

Sweat increased the slick feeling along his back more, and he gulped, before tentatively knocking upon the door, signs rattling and causing more noise. He waited, the only sounds present being the distant preteen girly squealing that reminded Dipper why he was there in the first place. Maybe his uncle had already gone to bed? Resigned to sleeping outside again, Dipper turned on his heels, when the door clicked.

He spun, looking up at the figure before him. The man leaned further into the hallway light, eyes squinting until they took in the boy. "Dipper? Why ya back up? I sent you to bed hours ago." The gruff voice of his uncle breaking him from his stupor. "W-well. Grunkle Stan. I was wondering if I could, um." He paused, suddenly feeling the weight of the idea. He was already preparing himself for the teasing no doubt coming, but something on his uncle's face spurred him forward.

"I was wondering if, I could. Sleep in your room tonight. Not the bed! Because Mabel and her friends are keeping me up, and I can't sleep in there. But I already tried the living room, and I don't want to sleep outside and get bit by a wolf again-"

"Woah! Woah, calm down kid. I can't understand a word you're sayin, you're rambling so fast." Stan interrupted, raising an eyebrow at his nephew. The boy trembled nervously, exhaustion and sweat becoming more prominent the longer he stood there. Fearing the scrutiny, Dipper just looked at his socked feet, nervously plucking at a spare thread of his blanket.

Stan sighed, opening the door wider, and stepping aside so the doorway was clear. "Run through that again will ya? What was that about.. what'd you say- a wolf?"

Dipper's eyes widened as he took in what was happening, and he hurried through the door into the darker room, pausing right inside so he didn't push his luck. "Uh- Well- I went to sleep outside last night, because I... Had no where else to go." He finished in a mumble, suddenly realizing how foolish it sounded.

Stan closed the door and plucked Dipper up by the scruff of his neck using his sleep shirt. Dipper let out a squawk, before he realized he was being plopped onto Stan's bed a few feet away. Before he could ask, Stan explained. "Didn't want ya trippin all over the place. I have the Floorplan memorized. Also uh, didn't want you messin up my thumb shwey. Or whatever."

Dipper raised an eyebrow, looking up at the undefined shadow of his uncle. "Grunkle Stan.. Do you mean Feng shui?" "That's what I said." Stan replied, sitting down on the mattress before flopping onto his back, making Dipper bounce slightly from the impact. "Right." Dipper mumbled, returning to pick at the thread. It was silent for a few moments, but Dipper knew Stan wasn't asleep. He wasn't snoring yet. Finally, it was broken again by his uncle.

"What are ya waitin for? An invite from The Pope?" Dipper started, glancing to the dark blob that was his uncle's body on the bed. "No! No. I just, was thinking about some stuff."

"Well. enough thinkin, I don't need to hear you knockin about in that skull of yours. Get to sleep." Dipper nodded, and went to lay his blanket down on the floor, hoping that he didn't settle down on something unpleasant. A hand gripped his arm gently, and he let out a startled yelp. "Wh! Grunkle Stan? What is it now?"

"Why are ya clutterin up my floor? Didn't I just tell you I had it organized the way I liked?" Dipper didn't know if he would call the mess organized in any sort, but he couldn't understand what Stan meant.

"But, Grunkle Stan.. Where will I sleep?"

A heavy sigh, as if the question wasn't unwarranted, Dipper thought mutely. "Kid, this bed is big enough. You're like, the size of, I dunno, a small dog. We both fit."

Dipper gulped, feeling anxious. "You, you're gonna let me sleep here? With you? Doesn't that. I don't know, gross you out, or something?" Stan let out a guffaw, sitting up on his elbow to look at the smaller shape of his nephew. "Dipper, stop bein ridiculous. You're not sleepin on the floor, or outside. You're gonna lie your butt down, and sleep, so I can sleep. And in the mornin, I'm lookin at that bite."

Dipper sputtered, before realizing what Stan said. "I thought you said you didn't know what I was talking about."

There was a pause, before Stan replied. "Arugh! Fine! Sleep outside or do whatever. Not like I care." and with that, he flopped back down, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders.

Dipper rolled his eyes, before grabbing his own blanket up from the floor. He hesitated, but tentatively laid down at the foot of the bed, trying very hard not to intrude on Stan's side. Eventually, he rolled over to face the wall, letting his eyes slip shut. Sleep refused to come, as he thought further about what his uncle had said. Finally, he sat up, just barely being able to see the rise and fall of Stan's chest. His thoughts ran rampant, not understanding what was transpiring. What was Stan planning? Was he going to wake up outside tied to the porch or something equally as wild? Everyone else would find that hilarious. It wasn't out of reason, Dipper thought.

"What'd I say about thinkin? I can hear it from here. Also, starin’s creepy, kid."

"Sorry, Grunkle Stan. I just, can't figure out what you're trying to do." He admitted truthfully, ignoring the way the sheets scratched against his skin, making him hyper aware of how he felt. "What I'm tryin to do is get your thick skull to bed. It ain't healthy for kids like you to be up this late. Why is that so hard to understand?"

"Because you're the- like.. Last person I'd expect to care about me being healthy. I mean, cmon Grunkle Stan. You let Mabel eat icecream for breakfast a week ago."

"That's irrelevant. I'm the adult, I know better. Why is it so hard for ya to understand that I'm tryin to take care of you?"

Dipper tucked his shoulders over his ears, shyly admitting, "Because I thought you didn't want to. Or that you cared really." The silence grew, and Dipper prepared himself for another insult. But all he got was a weary sounding sigh.

"Ah.. geez kid…" Even in the dark Dipper could see his uncle rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous tick if there ever was one. "Look.. Dipper. I know I'm not. Well. The best at anythin. Especially not the best caretaker ever. I know I'm rough on you two, and I know it seems like I don't care, but I…" His uncle trailed off, voice unusually quiet. "..course I do." And something that sounded suspiciously like "You're the only family I have left."

Dipper swallowed, wanting to believe the words, but feeling afraid to do so. His uncle was a liar. But yet, seeing Stan act so unlike his usual brash self gave Dipper pause. "D'you mean it?" Dipper quietly questioned, staring hard at the dark shapes that were his hands under the blanket.

Stan nodded, before quietly whispering back. "...Yeah kid. I do."

Dipper felt his eyes prickle, and his neck grow hot at the sudden burst of emotion within him. His anxieties and fears soothed by the balm of Stan's truth. He let out a shuddering breath, and managed a small "okay." in return.

There was another silence, before Stan lifted the corner of his own blanket, his arm staying raised. "Cmere, Kid."

And Dipper did. For once he went to his uncle without being on alert of ridicule, knowing he wasn't going to be judged for seeking comfort at this time. Especially not with Stan offering it so openly. He quickly shuffled under the blanket, and laid next to his uncle. He tried not to intrude in the space again, but that was quickly put to a stop as Stan lowered his arm and rested it behind Dipper's back, letting his arm be used as a pillow.

Dipper swallowed again, trying to curb his tears, lest he be told to man up. But he threw it to the wind in a sudden motion, quickly turning to his uncle and burying his face into his chest. His breath left in quick little gasps as tears finally came forth.

"Hey, hey.. Don't cry Dipper, its- it's alright." Stan murmured, trying to seem comforting but not knowing quite how, due to inexperience. Dipper shook his head, his hands moving to grab the grubby sleep shirt of his uncle's. All Stan could make out was "Thought you hated me" in between hiccuping sobs, and his heart shattered.

"Oh, kid.. I don't hate you. I could never hate ya. Never." Stan assured him, pulling Dipper closer to him, and wrapping his arms around the boy, hugging gently.

Eventually, the sobs faded into quiet sniffles, as Dipper leaned slightly up, face blotchy and wet from his tears. He was spent emotionally, and limply flopped back down, trying to ease his breathing.

Stan sighed, tucking the blanket around Dipper, while wiping his cheeks with a thumb. Dipper cringed slightly at the rough thumbpad, worn from years of age and work, but eventually leaned into the touch, seeking the warmth and comfort he desperately wanted.

"Alright kid. No more yappin. We can talk in the mornin. Goodnight." Stan told him, once more tucking the blanket in close, trying to soothe Dipper.

Dipper yawned, and snuggled his head against his uncle's chest, cheek resting against the familiar fabric. He wound his arms around his uncle, and in turn, Stan laid an arm over Dipper's back. Dipper let out a small hum of contentment, the weight and warmth reassuring to him. He let his eyes slip shut as he focused on Stan's heartbeat, and the constant slow rise of breath beneath him.

Sleep claimed him quickly, and Stan sighed, looking up at the ceiling in the dark. He told himself then, that he'd try harder to let himself love these kids.

Until then, a sleepover was a good start as any.

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I did this piece as just like, general posing practice, but I think I manifested shit with it because halfway through it I got to practice hospital beds from visual memory :))) (I had kidney stones. Oh God. The pain. I'm fine now but jfdsigjdfg)

I hate non-organic backgrounds, so it may look a little rough. But I"m doing my best to get over that! So here you go. enjoy these old men. As far as story behind the piece.. Ford probably got injured or somethin on the boat, but nothin serious. Or maybe, a checkup before sailing at all. Stan refused to have a gown. (Really, you make the story here. Just two bros snuggling in the hospital bed for comfort.)

Stan's hair is a little longer, just like Ford's. I hc that the more they spend time together as brothers again, the more they begin to look like each other again. Thus, Stan doesn't have a huge difference in facial hair. Despite Stan's visual distaste for whatever show Ford could possibly be picking.. he'll let Ford pick, because he wants his brother happy and as comfortable as possible.

Do not repost anywhere else. Likes/reblogs are fine! Reference under the cut :3 (and an extra friend closeup)

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POV: You startle some random kid in the store on accident and are met with his threatening grandpa, holy shit is that a gun- (That is not his grandpa. But you don't know that. What are you, a cop?)

Some kind of anatomy/basic practice to get myself more into the groove of drawing stuff for my GF AUs and fics and whatever. This particular scene is something from my AU with Ford having to take care of a deaged Stan, having to find a way to revert him, as well as take care of a heavily traumatized child. He comes to a lot of revelations about his childhood with Stan, and his own relationship with his parents before he fell into the portal. All in all, just an excuse to make Ford the dad he never had, and to become the dad Stan never had. I just love seeing them be parents. (Not even just a parent, just taking care of their sibling. The platonic love fuels me.)

Please do not repost! Likes/reblogs are okay!

Art tidbits below the cut!

The shirt is pink because it is actually one of Ford's shirts! He hasn't had the chance to get properly fitting clothes until this very moment, so kiddo Stan runs around in Ford's much too large clothes. The shirt was originally white, with little grey fish, but Ford accidentally mixed his laundry with one of his Mabel sweaters. Oops. (Idk if yarn bleeds like that. I don't really mind the inaccuracy if it doesn't LOL)

As for the shoes? Eh I dunno. He found them. Or something. I honestly didn't think that far. There are many smalls scars and old nicks on Ford's fingers from his many years of countless tinkering. As well as old scars on his arms. I didn't draw his knuckle scars from TBoB because I.. forgot tbh. I dunno if I'll add them to Ford ever tbh.

Kiddo Stan has blue eyes! I fought between different shades, then brown, then just forwent the iris entirely, until I just shrugged it all off and gave him colored eyes despite sticking somewhat to the GF style.

Kiddo Stan is not only pressing himself to Ford's leg, as well as gripping his jeans, but Ford is pushing him to his leg, ready to protect him from whatever has startled the child. Ford dropped their shopping to not only grab Stan, but to bring a hand to his hidden gun. (can it realistically fit into his pocket? Idk I didn't really care about that accuracy either.)

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Page 2! I fuckin HATED how it looked before I fixed it. This looks different because I fought with the original drawing file in krita (I had atleast 60 un-named layers), then did the text in CSP. Which is where I do all my art now, so if things change, that's why!

As for the fic, I'm actually writing it! Hooray! I'll post a link to it when I upload it. It will be on AO3, prrrrobably not tumblr. But who knows.

__________________________________________________________ Rough basis is an AU where Stan gets deaged somehow, and Ford has to now man a ship on his own, and find a way to revert Stan. (Post-Weirdmagedon) This ends up with them going various places, having various experiences. Both angsty and comforting. This specific scene would be after a rough run-in with an anomaly, the two having to camp out, as they need an ingredient for the potion or smth to revert Stan still.

Stan is reminded of some unsavory memories, and the two have a short heart-to-heart, and Stan is comforted.

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Fanart of the fic "My Own Two Hands" by thatisnotokay on AO3!

@/hopelesslydimwitted on tumblr! Link!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59816422/chapters/152581276 This fic flung me against a wall multiple times. I rarely get emotional during fic readings, but this one was one of those that made me teary eyed. I think it may be because I love any AU with a kid Stan stuck with an adult Stan in one way or another. Highly recommend this fic, even if that AU trope isn't your favorite. The emotions are so wonderfully written.

Close ups under the cut! Please do not repost anywhere. Reblogs and likes are okay!

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Blood warning under cut!

This was a vent piece I did a while back.

Stan in his drifter days after a particularly rough encounter. The wound is supposed to be a gunshot, but it can be anything.

(What the fuck are tumblr's rules surrounding this typa stuff? I figured this would be okay to post under warnings, but ya never know I guess.)

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Introduction

Hello! I am a 21 year old female artist who is primarily using this blog for fandom art. Currently deep into GF.

My main blog where I'm more active is: @melodramaticwolf

Please DO NOT repost my art anywhere, nor tag anything as ship. All art unless specified otherwise is going to be platonic.

Reblogs, likes, comments, and notes are appreciated! Don't be afraid to reach out! (Please keep in mind I rarely am on this account, and if you do message me on my other, it might take a while for me to reply. College is dragging me through the WRINGER.)

My art tag is #mdwart

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Here it is, a comic page I made for fun to illustrate an idea I had. Rough basis is an AU where Stan gets deaged somehow, and Ford has to now man a ship on his own, and find a way to revert Stan. (Post-Weirdmagedon) This ends up with them going various places, having various experiences. Both angsty and comforting. This specific scene would be after a rough run-in with an anomaly, the two having to camp out, as they need an ingredient for the potion or smth to revert Stan still.

Stan is reminded of some unsavory memories, and the two have a short heart-to-heart, and Stan is comforted.

I have no clue if I am going to finish this scene in a comic format. There is a page two, but I'm fighting myself whether to post it or not, considering how ugly it is to me LMFAO. (I did Ford so dirty in one panel I'm so sorry)

I do want to write the fanfic for the AU, but I just don't have much time to write. Perhaps someday! Panel close-ups under the cut!

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Cozy! They deserve to be cozy and love each other without an awful traumatizing event in the way! (DO NOT TAG AS SHIP.)

Posted to my DA: https://www.deviantart.com/melodramaticwolf/art/1108711056 Drawing notes + closeups under the cut:

The pillowcases are part of a bed sheet set! I figured it would be fun to give them ocean related bed sheets and pillowcases. So the main pillows have seagulls, and the accent pillows have little waves.

Ford is paler and has darker eyebags because in my head, the little story I thought up was that he's recovering from an illness. Nothing paranormal (this time,) just a bad flu he thankfully had Stan to help him get through.

Stan has eyebags from having to consistently keep an eye on his brother, keeping him hydrated and taking care of him. Plus his own worry at seein Ford so exhausted and in pain.

Both are sporting some massive bedhead from lounging around all day. Ford for obvious reasons. Stan never strays far from his side, content to spend his day lying next to his brother, just in case he needs anything.

The pajamas! These were something I immediately had in mind when constructing the idea. I love the idea of the bros sharing clothes, whether it be a comfort item, or because one just doesn't have a clean shirt lying around. In this scenario, Stan just throws on whatever clean clothes he's able to find, since Ford is sweating through his own pretty quickly. This is how they end up sharing a set, with Stan wearing the top, and Ford ending up with the bottoms.

The top of course, has the constellation Gemini. The constellation of twins. Because I saw the opportunity to give them a cute themed set and WENT with it. Mabel sent them maybe! Who knows!

The two crowd together on the bottom bunk, it being easier on Ford when he needs to get up, and easier on Stan to help him in and out of the bottom bunk as opposed to the top. (Stan also wants to stay nearby, in case Ford has any fever dreams that careen into nightmares. Can ya blame him? He has the chance to take care of his brother, he's gonna take it by golly.)

(He wants to make up for all the times he wasn't there to help Ford, whether it be from an injury, illness, or otherwise. Now that he has the chance to, he's going to.) And of course, since its me, I gotta give them platonic affection. These two deserve it.

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Here's my piece for the wonderful lyric comic that was done a bit ago!

I was so ecstatic to be a part of this, and was absolutely loving every second of it. I made so many friends and had a lot of fun times while we did our parts. I'm still so thankful and incredibly happy to get to talk to them from time to time still!

A bit on the picture: My role was to draw a photograph that could have been feasibly taken by someone else. Whether it be past or future adventures! I based my Polaroid on a happy moment between the two after their turmoil, because I love drawing fluff and comfort. There's some bits I'm unhappy with but primarily, it looks great! I love how it came out. I am a big advocator for platonic cuddling and affection, so I made sure my piece had that presented.

Do not tag as ship.

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WELL If I posted one old art piece I better post the others

I'm just gonna copy and paste the description I put on my former tumblr post, because I don't want to type it all out again

This art comes from a fanfiction/AU idea I've played with and am occasionally writing. I might do more art for it, and I do actually have a pmv for the AU planned, just want to actually write the fic before I go off on it. The short premise of the idea is that a Ford from an alternate timeline comes to theirs and tries to kill Stanley, not a new idea by any means but who CARES

DESIGN NOTES: I debated giving Ford his tattoo on his neck cuz I think its stupid. (LMAO) But I decided to overall,

they're wearing the same shirt cuz they wanted to do the twins wear same clothing joke as a way to bond and be twins again

The Evil Ford cuz I have no other name for him has no facial scars, while the present day twins have plenty. Good Ford has no jacket because in my fic I hope to eventually develop him to not want to cover himself up constantly. Stan isn't wearing glasses, because I based it off the last clip we see of them. Evil Ford isn't either because he can see without them due to. Magic I guess. I don't know yet LMFAO Both present day twins have blue eyes, I debated giving Stanley brown, and did for a bit. But eventually changed it.

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Lone Ranger

While I fight to draw more fandom things as well as get this blog in order, here's a drawing I made mm. A year ago? Of Stan in my Old Western GF Au I've been calling West of The Falls (Hence why my signature says WKG2 instead of MDW)

I don't have much more to offer than this drawing in terms of content, because most of what I have written is spoilery lol The design of his horse might change becauseeeee... I dunno if I feel like a black stallion is for him.