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This a tumblr hosted event, but will also be cross-hosted on the Stancest Discord server as well. If you’re positing via tumblr, post your submission on tumblr and tag @5summersofstancest so I can reblog it, and be sure to include the prompt, as well as the tag “#Stancest Summer 2k24”
Anonymous submissions on tumblr are more than welcome! You can either DM me, or send it to the ask box.
Here is the timeline for the event: June 7th-Sept 12th, with themed prompts every two weeks.
This is a free to participate event, so there are no obligations to fulfill every prompt. The bi-weekly prompts are also just guides, so if for any reason you can’t finish a prompt in time, you’re more than welcome to post it at a later date, as well as after the event has concluded.
And if anyone can guess where the prompts are from, you’ll get some bonus Stancest points :D Love you all and can’t wait for another steamy summer of Stancest 😍💖💕
#stancest#5summersofstancest#stancest summer 2k24#5sos love is blind#5sos making a home#5sos about time#5sos what more can I say#5sos days like these#5sos unlikely lovers#5sos tight knit family
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Cash reminder that if you enjoy Stancest and would like a community for it that isn't the publicity of Tumblr, we hang out in a Discord server and are very silly. Sometimes we share baking recipes. Sometimes we make fun of Ford for being a clown. It's manned by my bestie @fordislavski
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Prompt 7 - The Last Days of Summer
Here it is; the last prompt for @5summersofstancest. The last days of summer…
…and for this years Stancest Summer event.
Featured in the drawing are some of the creators in the event, but I also extend appreciation to those that also quietly liked everything that was made. To those that just liked, reblogged, given kudos or complimented and/or reacted in the Stancest Discord Server, you help keep the stancest flame alive.
Until next summer!
Creators featured: @donethedevilspedicure, @fordislavski, ⚡️Lightning⚡️in the Stancest Discord and myself!
#my art#stancest#5summersofstancest#stancest summer 2023#stancest never dies#Another fun time had#Until next time!
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I feel like "antis" or whatever you wanna call them are so toxic and not just towards us horrible terrible awful deviants! *faints*
In all seriousness tho, I was remembering when I was really into the stancest fandom in about 2016. I mean, I still am, but like. I was really deep into it, having the time of my life. I was even in a stancest discord for a hot minute.
Anyhow, I commissioned an artist using my blog, which happened to be pretty much stancest only. I asked for a drawing of mullet Stan boxing, and they said yes, but not to post it on my blog bc they were worried about how people in their circles would react to them having drawn something for me.
Like that's INSANE. If you're worried your friends will leave you because you took a job from someone who likes writing brothers kiss, then maybe those aren't actually friends. Like why would they care, why does it matter. IT DOESN'T. Stan and Ford aren't REAL they shouldn't leave you or write awful posts about you because of that.
So yeah just thinking about that.
#luckily people have never approached me to talk shit#very lucky in that regard#hopefully it stays that way#but that interaction was just so bizarre#subway speaks
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I jut realized I don't have about thingy pinned here or whatever so:
- Uhhh the name's Ray, I'm currently very stuck in the Gravity Falls fandom (and I have been for years)
- I do traditional art, mostly in pencils or watercolour
- I play minecraft and GD sometimes
- I'm in absolute love with Cryptidcore, and Maximalism
- I'm an absolute sucker for anything Ford related
-I type with exclamations alot in brief periods of time!!!! I lov exclamation marks!!!
- main playlist
- cryptidcore playlist
- And uhhhhh stancest/pinecest shippers, comshippers, terfs, etc etc... literally just all of the uh. Weirdos.(you all know.) please DNI, kindly.
-Also!! Please don't worry if I don't post or interact for long periods of time(hours, days, or weeks). I might be having a bad decline in mental health, or I might just be severely busy, (or a combination of both.) But don't fret!! I will usually be back soon.
ALSO here's my discord- griansupremacy
Best Regards -RAY-
#meet the artist#i guess#hey I also watch hermitcraft#please ask for my discord I'm desperate for frien-
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(18+ ONLY)
(MxF, FxF, NBxF, I will always be playing a female character)
Hey! I’m 19F in the EST timezone. I exclusively use Discord to RP, so please don’t ask for anywhere else! I write in third person. I’m a semi-lit-literate RPer, but I usually follow my partner's lead. Oh, and I love to double up!
Mainly looking for a Gravity Falls RP, Stan or Ford x my OC, Bronwyn, FordBel(me being Mabel), or Stancest(Me being Ford).
But I do RP in other fandoms such as, My Hero Academia, Hetalia, Doctor Who (though I haven’t watched since Matt Smith)
Some things that I’m into, breeding, yandere, degradation, noncon, pregnancy kink, somnophilia, drugging, lactation, spanking, unbalanced power dynamics, choking, and loads more!
The only thing I don’t really mess with is feet, scat, watersports
But yeah! Gimme a like and I’ll reach out! <3
Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!
#gravity falls roleplay#gravity falls rp#my hero academia roleplay#my hero academia rp#hetalia roleplay#hetalia rp#doctor who roleplay#doctor who rp#fandom roleplay#fandom rp#cc x cc#oc x cc#m/f#f/f#f/nb#nuclear
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oh yeah, I made a discord account! shitnpiss#0745, feel free to friend request me!
...also if anyone knows how to get into the stancest discord server, please let me know 👀 👀 👀
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I heard u manage a stancest discord server on twitter, just wondering if its still active and open?
I no longer run the server! I assume it's still active, however. Here's the new owner; https://www.tumblr.com/fordislavski/676404676744331264/hello-i-was-wondering-if-youd-know-if-theres-a?source=share
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Hello! <3 This might seem extremely random and I apologize if I weird you out, but do you still like Stancest or know any friend who does despite not interacting anymore? I was going through the Stancest tag on your blog and the last reblog is somewhat recent, that’s why I ask. I entered the fandom far too late and I miss people I could talk to. It’s okay if you don’t, I just had to ask out of sheer curiosity or I’d keep wondering.
Hi anon! Not random or weird so don't worry :)
I do still like the ship!! It is incredibly nostalgic for me because it was the first ship that ever got me to start writing fanfic. I'm not as invested in it anymore, I've mostly moved on interest-wise, but I still appreciate the ship a fair amount.
I don't know who all is still around, it's been a few years, but I do at least know of a Discord server that is dedicated to the ship. I sent the Admin a DM and they'd be glad to have you, I believe they still just do checks before adding anyone due to the nature of the ship. Please go ahead and DM me or send me an ask off anon so I can get your username and I can pass you along to him. I will NOT reveal it publicly if you're worried about that, don't worry. Trust me, I was one of the first to ship it, I know The Code. Even if you don't use Discord or join that server, I'm still sure they'd know better where to send you to start finding some other shippers in the fandom!
Good luck bud! I know sometimes joining a fandom late can be rough so I hope you can find some people to hang out with and uncover all the good shit from the fandom :)
#knick they knasks#Anonymous#if you're not comfortable sharing your username thats alright also#just know there's not much more I can do without it!#all the people I used to hang out with around the ship have moved fandoms or moved on entirely so haha#no clue what the state of the Gravity Falls fandom is anymore tbh
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Just for One Taste of “Us”
Companion AU:
Long story short, an alt-universe Stan also fell into the portal as an alt-universe Ford, and they both at staggered arrival times get trapped in a gladiator combat arena. Stan freaks out upon seeing Ford and hides his identity under a helmet, but still looks out for Ford. Ford doesn’t know it’s Stan, and the rest of the gladiators just don’t know why the loudmouth human (who Stan convinced the human species are all called Stans) suddenly went mute and started wearing a helmet.
That’s uh, about as much as you need to understand the gist of this au. Aliens all living in one gladiator combat arena together and stan and ford somehow end up in the middle of it. Except they go by Helmet and Ford. Also that Ford in this is like over the moon into his “Companion” and Stan is just “oh shit o h n o” most of the time about that but still too intimidated at this point to give the ruse up
warnings: dubcon handjob (b/w an oc and ford), dubcon blowjob, rough handling, restraints, a swift kick in the balls, and a brief mention (not graphic) of two dicks being taken, some possessiveness and jealousy on Ford’s part, and hidden identity, oh- incest duh, some mutual pining, um lmk if i missed something
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Helmet was so sick of how possessive and weird Ford was being. It was so fucking dumb! Why break a good thing going, huh? Why does Ford always want more, more, more? Couldn’t he just be happy Helmet had his back? That he wasn’t left out to the wolves of the arena every god dam fight?
No. He couldn’t. For the umpteenth time Ford makes a move on him and Helmet has to rebuff him. Fuck was it hard sometimes, though. Sometimes he wanted Ford back. Ford made himself pretty irresistible. Even in the meager conditions of their gladiator accommodations.
But today really took the cake of bullshit. Ford had been raving and nitpicking on Power Couple for weeks, now. And while he’d been busy challenging Meckonar to a chugging contest, helmet and all, Ford had been getting worked up about Power Couple again. As soon as Helmet had come over, face lit up (not that Ford could see) but body language backing it up, showing off his winnings, Ford had blown up at him about taking all those sexual partners and never letting Ford in “as close” as all those other guys.
And Helmet was. He was pretty fucking shocked. He knew Ford wanted him sexually, but he thought that was just frustration that Ford refused to share with another until he was comfortable. He thought Ford would find release in another gladiator someday, maybe Splash Zone, maybe take up Lizard Bro’s offers. He thought he and Ford were solid in their partnership, in looking out for one another and keeping each other safe.
But Ford threw all that in his face, today. Called Helmet out for being a galactic slut, when he had a “perfectly good” person in the next bunk over to sleep with. To be actual partners with.
And Power Couple shot him a few concerned looks, and walked off, talking. He liked them. And Ford made him look like shit in front of them, and the rest of the quadrant, apparently.
Helmet dragged Ford out by the arm, Ford hurling accusations the whole way, whining and just generally being a piss-poor baby.
He managed to write out to Ford, despite how mad he was “Do you really WANT to be like them?”
And Ford immediately got red in the face, shouting anew. Complaining about how Helmet keeps putting him off, how he seems to ignore Ford’s attempts to get “closer”, how he wants someone who wants him back, goddamnit!
Well. Fuck. If that’s how he wanted to play it.
Helmet gestured between the two of them, asking the question “you want me? You and me, you want this?”
Ford got the gist and nodded, a yes about to be shouted on the tip of his tongue, no doubt to be followed by a few insults to Helmet’s intelligence, as Ford is wont to do when he’s that mad.
Helmet shrugged, then shucked off his pants. That caught Ford by enough surprise that he shut up for a second. Helmet stepped out of his pants and took a step closer to Ford, butt naked, dick hanging low between his legs.
He pulled Ford by the lapels of his stupid space jacket and banged his head to Ford’s hard enough for the CLANG to reverberate around the room. Ford cussed, momentarily stunned. Helmet pulled his jacket down half off Ford’s shoulders, circling behind him to pull the arms crossed behind him, tying off the jacket sleeves. Ford was pinned.
He circled back to the front and forced Ford on the ground, knees hitting hard enough to send dust flying up. Helmet looked down into Ford’s eyes, knowing Ford could barely make out the glint in his own. Again he gestured, meaning “You want this? Is this what you wanted?” and Ford is still a bit too dazed to answer.
Helmet wrenches Ford’s jaw open with his hands, picks up his dick, and stuffs it down Ford’s throat. It’s not gentle or easy, and Ford gags, trying to bite down instinctively against the intrusion.
Helmet makes a clicking sound with his tongue and tightens a grip on Ford’s chin, keeping it pulled down. Can’t bite if you can’t lift your bottom jaw.
He lets himself sit in the warm heat of Ford’s mouth for a few moments, enjoying it despite himself. He shallowly thrusts, feeling his head hit the back of Ford’s throat. Ford is much more together in the moment, now, having shaken off the unexpected head thump. He gags on a question, and the vibrations around Helmet’s dick help perk him up, just slightly.
He pulls out so the head is just lightly resting on Ford’s lips, watching a small trail of drool dribble out of the corner of Ford’s mouth.
He wonders how much Ford actually wants this versus how much Ford will hate him after this.
But then he lets the moment pass and he is shoving back down into Ford’s throat, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of it, and letting himself get hard.
It gets easier when Ford sucks the first time. Maybe trying to preserve some dignity by not letting drool run down his face. Or maybe because he’s into it. Helmet doesn’t ask him. Just rewards Ford with a pat on the head, scritching the hair behind Ford’s right ear with his free left hand. He settles his grip in Ford’s hair after that, and feels Ford’s body start rocking in tandem with how Helmet is thrusting.
God, what a fucking slut. And Ford called him the whore? Because he sleeps around with others that are looking for the same thing he is—nothing serious, just relief. What’s Ford in this for?
He’s in it because Helmet wanted to fucking teach him a lesson. But he’s enjoying himself too much to learn it. What a fucking backfire.
Helmet pushes one heavy boot closer to Ford’s crotch, digging the toe against him and feeling through all the fabric and material Ford’s hardness.
Helmet probably didn’t even need to be holding his chin, anymore, if this was how he was going to react. Shit.
He lets go of Ford’s chin and Ford is bobbing and sucking all on his own, just as he thought. He does such a good job that Helmet is fast approaching release, and he doesn’t try to hold back when Ford takes him deep into his throat, sucking with all his dam might.
Helmet cums down his throat, shooting a hot mess that Ford didn’t seem to be expecting.
Maybe he thought Helmet would give warning. Nope. But despite the surprised gag, Ford still tries to suck it all up. By the time Helmet pulls out, he lets his spent cock rub over Ford’s lips, leaving a bit of cum he missed fall across Ford’s face. He pushes Ford back a little, nearly unbalancing, checking the state of his arousal. Still hard in his jeans. Probably close to busting a nut, though, if the way Ford was swiveling his hips against the air was any indication.
Helmet drags Ford up by his sweater, so he’s standing again. Ford tries stepping closer, looking for relief, words finally starting to form again through husky vocals. Helmet keeps them an arms-length apart, however. And then he kicks straight up, hard, against Ford’s nuts. His shin hits his crotch, and he immediately sees tears gather and his broken voice cry out.
He drops to his knees again, and Helmet lets him as he puts his own pants back on. He hoists Ford up again and drags him down to Armadillo Doctor’s tent. He leaves Ford outside while he goes in, with no haggling for once offering a quarter of his winnings from the chugging contest.
He takes off his helmet and looks the doctor in the eye.
“See what you can do about his bruised dick. I already tried fixing his ego, but it might be a lost cause. Thanks, doc.”
He puts his helmet back on after the doctor agrees, giving him one of those beady-eyed looks that can make a grown Mrrekian cry. Ford will be in good hands.
Helmet comes back out, patting Ford on the face, pushing him through the tent flap of Armadillo Doctor’s office.
As he’s walking away he hears the scratch of claws on almost-concrete and looks up to see Lizard Bro taking pace beside him.
“What was that about, Boyo? Your friend did not look too well.”
“He’s getting taken care of. Wanna go catch the rest of the flight match? I had bets down on the Oeripian and the Sclinesdale.”
Lizard Bro agrees and they go up to the match. They laugh and make obnoxious jokes and
Helmet collects his winnings when the Oeripian fuckin’ owns. But it’s still not as good as spending an afternoon with Ford. He hopes Ford gets his head out of his ass, soon. He’s gonna miss him if Ford still decides he wants to get together the way Power Couple did.
He’s been here longer than Ford has. He knew them each before they became Power Couple.
They even got transferred to a different wing because they became such crowd favorites they got protected status in the barracks by the Overseers. But before they were Power Couple, they were nothing. Helmet wants to be something to Ford whether they have sex or not. Preferably not. Especially not until Ford knows who he’s wanting to fuck. And hopefully the day of admitting who he is never comes. So never.
But he can’t deny Ford forever. Hopefully this at least will ward Ford off from approaching him like that in the future. He follows Lizard Bro back to his quarters that night and takes two dicks like a champ. But when he falls asleep post-fuck, it still means nothing and he misses Ford.
In the tent Ford’s tears have cleared, but his hands are still tied behind his back. He’s sure if he wiggled sufficiently, he could break free. But Armadillo Doctor got testy if his patients were too active, so he let his position stay while AD bustled about his tent, muttering under his breath.
He let his mind drift back a few short minutes ago. He didn’t think he’d be able to evoke such a reaction from Helmet. And sweet Moses, was it good, despite how unexpected it was. All up until that kick that was still sending sporadic pain signals to his brain.
He hadn’t even gotten off, yet, before Helmet kicked. And he’d been so close. Just thinking about it is enough to make his body want to get hard, but that sends a stronger pulse of pain through him, and he groans softly.
“What? What? Can you not wait two minutes? Impatient Stan!”
Ford rolls his eyes. For some reasons all the aliens referred to him as Stan instead of Stanford. It was annoying, as if they thought that was his surname or species. They did it to Helmet too, sometimes. Helmet was always as mute on the matter as he was about everything. Keeping his secrets and thoughts all to himself, that evasive bastard.
Armadillo Doctor approaches him again, holding a bag with some unidentifiable cream.
“You will be fixed,” he says abruptly. It seems to be the only way he talks, through the translator at least.
AD unbuttons Ford’s pants and drags them down unceremoniously. He tilts his head back and suppresses a sigh. It was a necessary evil of living in the arena. Sometimes an armadillo doctor was going to have to touch your dick. His arms are uncomfortably folded behind him, making his hips slightly propped up on his wrists, so he doesn’t have to move too much to see what AD is doing.
The small hands are cold and covered in cream and slowly working the substance into Ford. Carefully, as if he knew Ford wanted to at least keep that organ in some level of usable condition.
Whatever he was doing, it felt amazing with just an edge of pain still pulsing. And worse, he was getting hard. Even with the pain. Maybe because of it. (He can’t deny that some of the appeal of Helmet pushing him down had been just the raw power and discomfort brought on by the suddenness.)
“You made bad choice, Stan.”
“It’s not my fault!” he defended himself indignantly.
Armadillo Doctor moved one hand down and squeezed Ford’s balls. Ford sucked in a breath and held it a moment, waiting for the pressure to ease.
“It is.” And he releases, rubbing the cream in over his sac. Ford breathes out and relaxes back, eyes still on Armadillo Doctor’s motions further down. It isn’t as good as if Helmet had done it, but he can’t remember the last time he accepted a hand that wasn’t his at it. It was good to get it elsewhere, even if it’s from the alien doctor.
After he breathes out Ford has a moment to think over what AD is saying. And he starts feeling the anger burn beneath his skin again.
“What was my fault, exactly? That I give so much to Helmet, and he refuses to give me anything in return? He talks to everyone in the arena but me. He goes off to get fucked by everyone in the arena but me! Does he not trust me?”
Armadillo Doctor dips a finger in the cream and returns to stroking Ford’s shaft. He does it with less healing purpose and more with a bored look, if Ford was reading him right.
“Stan Ford, you are a--- what is word? You dick!” He says with a burst of emotion, squeezing slightly on the upstroke and twisting his hand off in a way that makes Ford gasp. It’s weird being insulted while getting off, but he isn’t in the position to argue.
“You dick,” AD continues, returning to the task at hand. “Your friend is not enough? Your Stan Helmet pays me for you. Your Stan Helmet wins fight for you. Your Stan Helmet chose you.”
Ford shakes his head, not ready to admit defeat. “Okay, yes, he does those things, but he still doesn’t trust me! Everyone else has seen him with his helmet off. And for the last time, we’re called humans, not Stans.”
“Stan Ford. You dick.” Armadillo Doctor almost smiles. Great. He learned a new word and enjoys using it against him, now. “You know the secrets? Stan Helmet was alone before you. Now he smiles.”
“But I can’t see that! It’s ludicrous--I don’t care what he’s hiding, disfigurement, or birthmark, or ugly, I just want to know him. And he won’t let me.”
“All Stans look the same,” Armadillo Doctor said dismissively. Ford huffed out an annoyed sigh, then groaned again as Armadillo Doctor squeezed, picking up speed again. He was getting close. And the cream had worked wonders already, making him feel good as new, down there.
“Look, you don’t get it. He--ahhh!” Ford cut himself off in a low yell when the force of his orgasm built and erupted suddenly, right at the end. Armadillo Doctor sighs and tears off an edge of Ford’s jacket to wipe up his hands and Ford with. He tucks the cloth he tore under a stack of metal bits.
Ford recovers fairly quick after he cums, but he’s still hit with that desire to take a nap, to drift off in his uncomfortable position and curl up next to--
He is brought back to the moment abruptly. Armadillo Doctor grips his chin tight and stares him in the eye, leaning in too close.
“Six-Fingers. Helmet threatens the worst fighters to not call you that. Helmet pays your debts. Helmet protects only you. Helmet kick you now as warning shot. I do not care. But. Helmet deserves better than you, Six-Fingers.”
The claws dug into Ford’s chin tighter for one more moment before letting go, patting his forehead lightly, wiping the sweat off of Ford’s brow.
Armadillo Doctor props him up and cuts the jacket apart.
“Dick leave.”
Ford gathers his jacket to repair later and stands without another word, zipping himself back up and leaving without another word to Armadillo Doctor. Overstaying your welcome in the medicine tent was dangerous.
He grumbled to himself the whole way back, thinking over what Armadillo Doctor said. How ridiculous he was being. Did Helmet pay for him to get ‘taken care of’ by the Doctor, or was that just a perk?
He finds their bunks and it’s empty. Helmet is nowhere to be seen. There’s a slight impression on the floor from where he’d dropped suddenly, twice, earlier. He kicks some dirt over it.
Ford sits heavily on the lower bunk, rubbing a hand over his crotch, checking over the area as he pointedly does not stare at the patch of ground that gave him slight bruises on each knee. He lays back and thinks about everything that was said. He pointedly looks away from the collection of former weapons, scrap metal, and defensive padding he’s seen his Companion trade on his behalf numerous times.
He grunts and pulls out his latest journal from its hiding spot, perusing the pages mindlessly, not having anything to write but wanting something to distract him from this mood he’s in.
He sees a few of the notes his Companion has left for him in the margins, one of the few ways they’ve communicated clearly. Ford flips past them quickly, but one catches his eye.
It was a drawing of a six-fingered thumbs up, a little wobbly, and a note of encouragement beside it. His companion had made that entry after Ford nearly lost his match a few weeks ago. Ford swallowed and turned the page, wanting a new distraction.
Between his notes on coded escape plans and hopes for defeating Bill were notes about his friend. Things he’d forgotten he’d committed to these few scrap pages bound together by odds and ends. Some of the paper he’d written on procured by his Companion, in fact, after Ford expressed a desire to write things down to help him plan.
Ford stowed the journal, suddenly feeling a little queasy. God, the doctor was right. He was a dick. Despite the ups and downs of their relationship, Helmet has never pretended like he was leading Ford on. He’d made a boundary clear, and Ford had allowed his frustrations to wreck that line.
He sat up from the bed, pacing. He needed to make this right. He would let his Companion have his space tonight, and go find him in the morning. Ford can’t help the sour twang of jealousy when he assumes that Helmet shacked up with Lizard Bro tonight, but he swallows it down.
He turns into bed later that night alone, not even with the steady sounds of his friend’s snores to comfort him, and he misses what he’d almost thrown away. Hopefully his Companion will forgive him one more time, in the morning.
#not sfw text#lemon#stancest#stancest au#stancest discord#companion au#we're 80 aus deep and there is no letting up#heylark writes#just for one taste of us#the years between them#read the warnings at the top
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Stancest Discord Server Jackbox Games Night!
Hey! I’m hosting some Jackbox games tonight, featuring a custom Stancest Quiplash game!
Come hang out with some neat people! Gonna fire this up in about half an hour! :)
Link to the hangouts to watch/play is here:
https://hangouts.google.com/call/LFfNDeENasSJxWBTgwQcAAEE
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A Postcard from New Mexico
*POINTS AT @verysorrytobother AND ALSO THE ENTIRE GF SERVER* BLAME THEM FOR THIS OAIHRKEJKSDKJN
anyway here's the non-character tags from ao3 bc i just remembered copy and paste exist
No Archive Warnings Apply, another one from the discord server, Brief Violence, reverse postcard au, stancest shippers Do Not Touch, Not stancest - Freeform, stan has a potty mouth, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Ford Pines Never Went Through The Portal, Mullet Stan Pines, Paranoid Ford Pines, Get Fucked Rico, get rekt Bill, in which the stans look at each other and go "wow. you really live this way?", instead of fighting and then immediately getting separated by the fabric of reality, i mean they still fight, but there's a DIFFERENT kind of threat that tries to take one of them away for good, Stan Pines is a Good Brother, Ford Pines is Trying, Rico Gets Yeeted, Bill Gets Concussed, no beta we die like rico's dignity, banged this out in like 24 hours oisadkfnajshk, oh!, minor sex mention, but it's just ford going "making my way downtown walking fast...WALKING FASTER", while unnamed minor characters are Yeah, that's just about the extent of it tho aoisdfjkjcs
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Summary: Stanford turned the postcard over in his hands, and the picturesque vista of New Mexico gave way to an all-too-familiar sloppy scrawl.
It simply said, "PLEASE COME."
Perhaps Stanley could be of aid one last time...
(or, very has once again injected Ideas into my brain. today on the hyperfixation show: what if ford wasn't the one who sent the postcard?)
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and the opening snippet because I'm Too Powerful For Tumblr: …ironically, the person I will entrust the final of my journals to is the least trustworthy man I know. He is a thief and a charlatan, but a well-travelled one. I have recently received a postcard from him; he asked me to see him, and if I still believed in benevolent fate, I would take this as a sign.
Benevolent fate or not, however, the fact remains that the final volume is safest far, far away from me this place, and S has had nothing to do with me for upwards of a decade. If anyone can secure the journal, he can.
I will be setting off immediately once I bury this tome. The further the journal gets from the danger of my folly, the better.
Perhaps the mistakes of the past can yet be undone.
Perhaps he can still prove his worth to me.
All I can do now is go.
#rosie writes#gf#stan pines#ford pines#mullet stan#paranoid ford#bill cipher#rico gravityfalls#*DROPS THIS HERE QUICK BEFORE WORK AND RUNS*
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Nearly missed the deadline for @5summersofstancest prompt “The Lost Years”. Thank you Stancest Discord for reminding me.
I honestly hate this. Don’t look. Please don’t percieve >_<;; I was so stumped on The Lost Years, not because the prompt is bad, but because I had so many vague ideas and took way too long to pick one. I ended up with this but I HATE how minimal is looks.
The idea was that the dark shadows at the backs are meant to sort of emphasis how they should’ve been standing together but aren’t. A missing piece. The idea sounded good on paper but in actuality, I wonder if it looks lazy.
I had a few other ideas. The young stans getting dragged away from each other by their 30s selves. An unravelling film reel that gets snipped in the middle. I wonder if they would’ve been better.
I might do the film reel one someday. I like that idea.
I’m excited for the next prompt! I promise it’ll be more funny.
#stancest#5summersofstancest#uuuuggggghhhhh#it’s fine it’s all about experience#even self-proclaimed dud arts are important#at least I tried the idea out#the picture is darker than I want because it’s currently 4:30am as I post this but I’m actually feeling it owo#this is a sad piece after all. i’m keeping it
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So, Put Me Together and Throw Me Against the Wall
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Pairing: Stan Pines/Ford Pines
CW: Read the Tags. Seriously. There's fisting in this.
The Stancest Valentine's Day Event is being hosted on Discord this year, and this is my interpretation of the Every Rose Has its Thorn (S&M) prompt fill. Figured I'd post it here for everyone not on Discord.
It’s not about sex.
Stan doesn’t consider it sex, at least. Even though Ford gets into it and he gets into it, that's a physiological reaction. It’s more of a service than anything else. What matters is making sure that Ford knows the rules and that he gets the structure sorely needed in their lives.
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Is there an active stancest discord server? If there's one please let me know..
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(18+ ONLY)
(MxF, FxF, NBxF, I will always be playing a female character)
Hey! I’m 19F in the EST timezone. I exclusively use Discord to RP, so please don’t ask for anywhere else! I write in third person. I’m a semi-lit-literate RPer, but I usually follow my partner's lead. Oh, and I love to double up!
Mainly looking for a Gravity Falls RP, Stan or Ford x my OC, Bronwyn, FordBel(me being Mabel), or Stancest(Me being Ford).
But I do RP in other fandoms such as, My Hero Academia, Hetalia, Doctor Who (though I haven’t watched since Matt Smith)
Some things that I’m into, breeding, yandere, degradation, noncon, pregnancy kink, somnophilia, drugging, lactation, spanking, unbalanced power dynamics, choking, and loads more!
The only thing I don’t really mess with is feet, scat, watersports
But yeah! Gimme a like and I’ll reach out! <3
Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!
#gravity falls roleplay#gravity falls rp#my hero academia roleplay#my hero academia rp#hetalia roleplay#hetalia rp#doctor who roleplay#doctor who rp#fandom roleplay#fandom rp#oc x cc#cc x cc#m/f#f/f#fxnb#nuclear
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