Stoicjewel - A Being Of Science And Stupidity

The drunk animation has been completed! Its not as clean as I would like it to be, but here we are anyways

Drunk by The Living Tombstone

mcgucket getting home from a swinger party at 2 in the morning after doing copious amounts of coke trying to act normal circa 1979: hey there squirt what are you doing up?

yes thank you for putting the idea in my head that tate knew about his unfaithfulness the whole time but was told to keep it a secret

Since you all seem intent on making this as sad and depressing as possible, allow me to add a bit of lightheartedness/humor.

What if Ford just catches Stanley's ghost in the house one day, similar to the grocery store clerks? Maybe he's just chilling in the gift shop, and absolutely scares the shit out of Soos just for kicks.

Or he keeps knocking the exact same mug off the table once Ford sits it down, similar to a cat. Just to see the frustration and confusion on his brother's face. Sure, he doesn't remember anyone in the shack, but he can still prank them, right?

Maybe Ford almost passed out when he sees Stan's face in the mirror instead of his own. And not in a depressing "we have the same face" way, but Stan is making the most ugly, fucked up face he can possibly muster while Ford is walking past a mirror at 3am.

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @thefallenangel2008 @ravmycupine

just wanted to add some thoughts to the memory vial/brain dead au (or whatever we're calling it)

because of course ford's guilt about using the memory gun on stan is so much worse than it is in canon, not just for the obvious reasons but also because like

this wasn't the plan

Stan agreed to have his memories erased—of course he did, the whole thing was his idea. But he didn't know he was going to die. Granted, I feel like Stan probably still would've been willing to make that sacrifice if he had known that. But I don't think Ford would've.

Ford just thought he was turning his brother into an amnesiac, and even then he almost couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. And of course he knew it was going to hurt, having Stan look at him like he's a stranger, but at least that's the outcome he was preparing himself for.

He was not prepared to see Stan's body topple over on its side, his unblinking eyes staring blankly ahead. Ford rushes to his brother's aid, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to rouse him, calling his name (except, he wouldn't know his own name anymore, would he?). Stan's not moving. He's not breathing. Oh God, he's not breathing. Ford glances at the memory gun on the ground next to them, and horror washes over him as he realizes what he's done. The gun erased more than just memories, it erased everything. Stan's brain was a floppy drive and Ford was the magnet, wiping it clean and leaving it broken beyond repair.

No, no, this wasn't the plan. Time to call off the con. This wasn't supposed to happen. Stop, cut, abort mission, abort mission!

But it's too late. What's done is done, and he can't take it back.

Oh God, I killed him.

Sobbing now, Ford mutters choked-out apologies, first to Stan's body as he holds him tight—and again at his grave after he's buried. And the apologies start up anew every time he visits.

As the years go on, Ford is haunted by all the what-ifs that might've saved his brother's life. What if he had thought to type "Stanley Pines memories" into the memory gun instead of just "Stanley Pines", would it have kept his essential brain functions intact? Hell, what if he typed in "Bill Cipher"? Would that have been enough to kill the bastard and still let Stanley keep most of his memories and, more importantly, his life?

Ford doesn't know the answer to that question. And he'll never know. Because as much as he longs for it, he'll never have that chance to go back and do it differently.

sometimes when I’m being especially self deprecating and convinced no one likes me I have to tell myself “you’re being goob. you are being goob right now”

That man is the most insecure, and yet stubborn asshole out there. Mr. "I can't do this because I'm stupid" and then just-

Making shit work just cause he NEEDS it to. Kinda reminds me of the character Domino in a way. Thinks they're just extremely lucky, but they're actually a mutant that alters probably and takes OTHER people's luck. I feel like Stanley knows that luck comes and cycles, and he tries to lean into that notion without thinking.

I've been following @aroace-get-out-of-my-face safety alarm au, and I have a few thoughts for Stan lol.

They said magic is about intent, and therefore he isn't very good at it because of his confidence, right? What if he uses the exact same spell over and over, for the WRONG reasons, just because it's easy and it pisses his brother off.

Like that one post with the fix it spell? Using the wrong spell to get the right outcome? Just pointing at a wound and yelling "FIX IT" at the top of his lungs instead of learning a healing spell. And it urks the FUCK out of Ford.

"please Stanley, I could teach you a few healing spells if you could just-"

"FIX IT!!" *Currently pointing at a broken bone and it somehow setting it back into place with a sickening crack.*

A family visit

Some prismbreak Ford fanart, featuring that fuck ass chicken baby

Au created by @antonymziie

Sleeping habits

Some doodles from my story, also have Stanley wearing stripper boots

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63488815