remember in carpet diem after stan took ford’s glasses from his room he spent part of the episode just stroking them, lost in thought
and then hid them from sight and mind because he didn’t want anyone else seeing him reminiscing so tenderly over one of his brother’s old belongings
because i do
i never forgot
Fiddlestan Anon I cannot find your ask but here u go
Well here is a small sneak peek into my Childhood Bites au! And the main star of the show is my oc Ezekiel “Zeke” Cutter Stan and Ford’s childhood best friend
Funny enough that was who i was hoping i would get lol
May I propose this Picrew and this Uquizz?
@sennyside
@drowninnoodles (yes I'm using your Picrew MWEHEHEHEH)
Idek I'm bored this has prolly been done before
You can keep them if you like or do whatever im officially giving these guys to you to do with what you will, but im glad you like them! Oh and the cosmic snake is a girl while the bone serpent doesn’t really have a gender but will answer to whatever you call it.
And the bone serpent is about 15 foot long while the cosmic snake is about 6 foot long
Mmmmm you know what fuck it! *Gives Dee a red cosmic snake and Ronnie a bone serpent* have fun boys and take good care of them!
this is so cool!!!
Ok so we all agree that at some point Stanford has falling into Invader Zim dimension right or whatever that dimension would be called
With that said I present to you the idea of Stanford absentmindedly singing the Doom song at random which annoys the hell out of Stanley well at first Stan would find it funny but after hearing it for so long it gets annoying, but to spicy it up maybe one day Stanley catches himself singing it which only pisses him off more.
Bonus points if Stanford starts singing it on the Stan-O-War || where Stanley can’t just simply run away when he is in the middle of the ocean.
Stanley Pines was a loud person. Most who met him knew this. He was loud when he laughed, talked, when he snored as he slept. Even when he wasn't talking at all, his movements were loud, or at least felt so.
And Stanford had expected him to be loud when he was angry too. In some ways he was, other ways not so much.
Ford was loud when he was angry, screaming at minimum and explosive at worst. He expected his brother to be that same, they were identical twins after all, but he seemed to only be half right. Stan was loud when he was upset or annoyed. Loudly and continuously complaining to anyone who would or wouldn't listen until their ears grew sore. He was loud when being angry about being woken up. When a show or something did an action that pissed him off.
Stanley was loud most times, except when he's truly furious at you.
And not angry or pissed or annoyed, but *furious.* He was quiet, dark, and cold then. And somehow that was scarier than if he did yell. He won't say a word, not an exhale, not a sound. With bottomless dark seething pits for eyes, while staring unblinking at you. Any defense or word you were saying would dissipate with that look.
If Stanford was a volcano, Stanley was a glacial freeze.
Ford has only seen this level of fury from his brother once in the time he's known him. And that was when someone was idiotic enough to insult Soos in front of him.
They were at the shack, having traveled a few days before the niblings were scheduled to arrive for the summer, and Stan was manning the register while Soos did a tour. There were a couple days of school left so Wendy wasn't in yet and Melody was visiting family, and his brother didn't mind filling in. He had also been in the gift shop at the time, chatting about preparations they need to make before the younger twins arrive and how they should take them fishing; maybe even on a small trip on the Stan'O'War. Soos had come in not too long after, having finished his last tour for the day, and joined them. It was still early in for major tourist season so they're was much to do yet on that front, but townsfolk from time to time would ask for a small tour ro see what changes were made to the shack.
Stan and Soos had been discussing new exhibit ideas, as Ford quietly listened, when a man had stormed into the shack. Instantly requesting the owner. Soos had looked timidly around the place for a second before stepping close to see what was wrong. His brother, for his credit, had left the young man a chance to deal with whatever the issue was, seeing that he was no longer that owner anymore. But kept an ear out for if it got out of hand, since Soos had come a long way in confidence and had done well as Mr. Mystery. Stan couldn't get enough of saying how proud he was of the kid, even if most of it wasn't to said kid's face.
Soon, however, it turned sour and the man was just insulting the place. How tacky it was and so on, nothing overly original. Stan had rolled his eyes, having dealt with most of it for thirty years of running the place, and Soos was noticeably pissed but trying to stay calm and respectful. Ford considered stepping in, back the kid up, and from his peripheral he could see Stan was not far after though still seem to be gauging the young man's reaction first. Not wanting to step on Soos's leadership stuffing himself in. Before that could happen though, the man had insulted Soos. Stanford couldn't recalled what it was, his ears filling with fog with growing anger. He hadn't known the kid as his brother had, but was endeared all the same in the small time he known him. Hearing his brother talk about him only further that. Stan, who had had his legs prompt up onto the counter, stood up instantly from his chair and stormed off. He only caught a glimpse from how fast his twin moved, though the look on Stanley's face was haunting. He had never seen such expression on his face, not once, and he wouldn't have to.
Stan wedged himself between Soos and the man There was no yelling, no exchanged, as soon as he was close to the guy he was gripping his shoulder and dragging him outside as if he was the shack's bouncer. No screams or anything came even when they were outside, it was silent and stifling. Soos and him see the man scrambling to run away in the door's window before they see Stan again. And when he did his expression was completely different, still tense, however not as furious as it had been before. His voice was gentle and kind as he asked Soos if he was alright. Wrapping an arm around the kid's back and squeezing his shoulder in a comforting gesture.
When Ford had attempted to ask what he'd said to the guy to make him run so scared, that furious expression from before flashed on his face before sighing. Like just the mention of the dude set a fury in him. He replied with something along the lines of "I told him in a not so nice way to not mess with my family, or I'll acquaint him with the end of a blade where the sun doesn't shine." His brother changed the subject soon after, and Ford obliged since he didn't like seeing his brother upset. He still wondered briefly what exactly happened out there, though he tried not to be bother too much about it. Even if it slightly worried him to see his brother that quiet and that angry in equal measures. It also reaffirmed something he knew about his brother. Family was everything to him. Anyone who messed with his family would deal with his fury or his fists.
And his family would do the same for him
Bashful motherfucker 🥰
(Ok i lied its not hypothetical…watch ou- too late)
A plus sized young man with black fading to a brownish red curly almost afro styled hair with bangs that usually covered his cognac eyes wearing a galaxy hoodie, a pair of worn ripped jeans, and purple sneakers was chasing after his dog(?) calling out to it trying to get it to stop but he’s not fast enough because the dog(?) has now tackled a person which just make the young man’s anxiety spike.
“Astral no! Down girl down!” He would call out looping his fingers underneath the dog’s(?) collar and yanking it back or at least attempting to, the strange dog seemed almost twice the size of a great dane “I’m so sorry about this sir, are you alright?” He would ask finally managing to pull the dog(?) off of Stanford only to then hold his hand out in an attempt to help the poor man up.
“I promise she means no harm she just doesn’t realize how big she is and just gets excited easily.”
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."
Well i made this before Guard Fiddleford came into play to which I gave Guard Ford an emotional support cat for company….her name is Digit she loves cuddles but she is very sassy
This Ford belongs to @skeptiql
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