Stanford Pines - Blog Posts

Happy New year, guys 🎄

Reverse Portal au

There can be light without shadow, but there can never be shadow without light.

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First post

I'm a century late to the karaoke night fanart

He saw the red flags but yellow it's his favorite color

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-My muse, what's your love language? Mine it's physical touch

-Manipulation.

DUDE IM SO HAPPY RN LIKE, WHAT DO U MEAN I MADE THIS SILLY LITTLE KEYCHAINS???? THEY'RE SO CUTE OMG DKAJLSJDLA

Puppeteer

The human need to make your husband suffer 🙏

The aftermath

Cuando intentas ser posesivo con tu ex pero ya le das cringe (?

Negación, el primer paso para recuperar a tu ser amado después de un divorcio (?

party grunkles

A comic I did during a stream a few days ago! Referenced from this panel because I sure do love making it obvious that I’m JoJo trash!

I still can’t paint water very well, but I had fun nonetheless! EDIT: Ooh, I almost forgot! Stan’s line in the 2nd panel was thought up by @punkoz!

I have been graced with the death omen on my page

Befriends the local dog

Glacial Freeze - Drabble

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

I really love how this turned out, just look at Astral she is adorable!

Astral is an alien dog that belongs to one of my ocs named Ricco

The Stanford belongs to @matrixbearer2024 and their side blog which you should totally check out @gfthe-fearsome-foursome

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.

Now this may sound crazy but hear me out…

What if Ford’s Stan was real in a way because in the beginning I said Stanley protected him and comforted him which means that this Stan had to be able to interact with stuff sooooo…

Let’s say due to Stanford’s active imagination as a child that he actually managed to manifest a spirt or some kind of guardian for himself and that was what Stanley was till Ford’s imagination became more…lets say logical so Stan vanished but now with Stanford loosing his damn mind maybe Stanley comes back but not in the same way he saw him before he seems distorted, angry, and very violent almost acting like Bill Cipher in a way.

Kinda like a Egregore except instead of a group needed it was just Stanford i don’t know

Oof i don’t know anymore man i think im getting ahead of myself plus im tired af so this might just sound like me defending the whole purpose of the au

Alright hear me out…just…J-JUST HEAR ME OUT!

What if Stanley Pines never existed and Stanford was an only child but to him he wasn’t to him he was born with a twin.

Allow me to elaborate

As long as Stanford could remember he always had a twin brother they did everything together Stanley protected him from bullies, comforted him, helped him with the Stan-O-War. Everything goes almost according to cannon but one thing is missing and thats Stanley because he is just a physical manifestation of Stanford’s imagination that means only Ford can see Stanley but he assumes everyone else can too, and well his parents didn’t see much to be concerned about a lot of kids Ford’s age had imaginary friends so they…mostly Caryn let her son believe while she forced Filbrick to also play along because Stanford is just a kid.

But everything comes to a head when the science fair rolls around and for once it wasn’t tampered with by any human anyway, but more along the lines of a rat chewing the wires but Stanford is admit that Stanley sabotaged his project but his twin brother so when he heads home madder then a hornet and excepting to see Stanley there but his brother is no where to be found so he tells his parents and well…lets just say Filbrick didn’t take the information well assuming that Stanford destroyed his own project and costing them potential millions, he decides to finally shatter Stanford’s whole world by telling him Stanley never existed.

Now Stanford is mad at his brother sure but even he thinks his father saying Stanley no longer exists is a bit harsh and argues with his father till Filbrick takes out a photo album and slams it open on the coffee table revealing a bunch of pictures which were supposed to be of Stanford and Stanley but something wasn’t right…

Stanford’s blood would run cold when he sees he is alone in every picture Stanley isn’t were he is supposed to be which can’t be right because he knows his brother was there he remembers everything they did together his father had to have tampered with the pictures!

Long story short Stanford is kicked out of the house he is no longer considered a Pines due to his stupidity as his father puts it.

Feel free to expand on this if you like, this all was just something i thought of during the night and just had to get it out there

Alright hear me out…just…J-JUST HEAR ME OUT!

What if Stanley Pines never existed and Stanford was an only child but to him he wasn’t to him he was born with a twin.

Allow me to elaborate

As long as Stanford could remember he always had a twin brother they did everything together Stanley protected him from bullies, comforted him, helped him with the Stan-O-War. Everything goes almost according to cannon but one thing is missing and thats Stanley because he is just a physical manifestation of Stanford’s imagination that means only Ford can see Stanley but he assumes everyone else can too, and well his parents didn’t see much to be concerned about a lot of kids Ford’s age had imaginary friends so they…mostly Caryn let her son believe while she forced Filbrick to also play along because Stanford is just a kid.

But everything comes to a head when the science fair rolls around and for once it wasn’t tampered with by any human anyway, but more along the lines of a rat chewing the wires but Stanford is admit that Stanley sabotaged his project but his twin brother so when he heads home madder then a hornet and excepting to see Stanley there but his brother is no where to be found so he tells his parents and well…lets just say Filbrick didn’t take the information well assuming that Stanford destroyed his own project and costing them potential millions, he decides to finally shatter Stanford’s whole world by telling him Stanley never existed.

Now Stanford is mad at his brother sure but even he thinks his father saying Stanley no longer exists is a bit harsh and argues with his father till Filbrick takes out a photo album and slams it open on the coffee table revealing a bunch of pictures which were supposed to be of Stanford and Stanley but something wasn’t right…

Stanford’s blood would run cold when he sees he is alone in every picture Stanley isn’t were he is supposed to be which can’t be right because he knows his brother was there he remembers everything they did together his father had to have tampered with the pictures!

Long story short Stanford is kicked out of the house he is no longer considered a Pines due to his stupidity as his father puts it.

Feel free to expand on this if you like, this all was just something i thought of during the night and just had to get it out there

Bashful motherfucker 🥰

This is Stanford “Exo” Pines from my half baked au called Exo-Archivist so far its about Stanford willingly going into the portal to explore the multiverse learn everything he possibly can and hopefully go above and beyond any dimensional plain, he never called for Stanley so for all Stan knows his brother is thriving…it’s a better idea then the alternative which he refuses to believe.

I might have gone a little overboard with his design 😅

Sneak peek of what im working on, i don’t know what im gonna call this Stanford or an au for him but i have a small idea

I got some amazing Watchdog Ford fanart from the lovely @maztak and got permission to post it! Just look at this smug little shit, he's definitely plotting against some poor Ford rn.

Thank you again for the stellar art Maz!!!

Oh no it looks like Stanley upset Filbrick again… he hid in the closet Stanford finally found him and now he is gonna patch Stan up like the good brother he is

(I hate that man so much, who wants to kill him with me?)

The Forgotten Pines

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The Mystery Shack was alive with the usual sounds of summer.

The front door jingled as tourists came and went, their voices blending into the background noise of the gift shop. Dipper was at the register, struggling to explain to a skeptical customer why the so-called “Real Bigfoot Toenail” was definitely authentic. Mabel was draped over the counter behind him, doodling in her journal and occasionally chiming in with exaggerated claims to boost sales.

Soos, humming to himself, was fixing a squeaky floorboard near the entrance while Wendy leaned against the doorway, idly twirling an ice pop between her fingers. It was, by all accounts, an ordinary afternoon in Gravity Falls.

Inside the living room, however, things were much quieter.

Stan lounged on the couch, flipping through TV channels with his usual dissatisfaction.

“Two hundred channels, and they’re all garbage,” he grumbled, clicking past an old western, a soap opera, and a conspiracy documentary narrated by a guy who definitely sounded like Ford.

Ford, seated nearby, barely acknowledged him, too engrossed in one of his notebooks. His brow was furrowed, his pen tapping absently against the page as he reviewed old calculations.

It had been a year since Bill Cipher’s defeat. A year since the Rift was sealed, the universe restored, and Ford had finally come home. For the first time in decades, life had slowed down. No interdimensional chaos. No apocalyptic threats. Just family.

And for the most part, it was… nice.

Until the ground shook.

The vibrations rattled the entire shack, making the overhead lamp sway and knocking a picture frame off the wall. The twins heard it from the gift shop, their heads snapping up in alarm.

“Uh… was that an earthquake?” Dipper asked, already reaching for his journal.

“Or a ghost earthquake,” Mabel suggested, eyes wide with intrigue. “Which, statistically, is way less likely, but way more fun!”

Before they could speculate further, a faint blue light seeped between the floorboards, pulsing like a slow heartbeat.

Ford froze.

His breath hitched as his gaze shot toward the basement door.

Stan noticed. His brother had the exact same expression he’d had the day they first activated the portal.

“…Oh no.” Ford’s voice was barely a whisper.

Then, without another word, he bolted.

“Hey! What the heck is going on?” Stan barked, scrambling off the couch. But Ford was already halfway to the basement.

Dipper and Mabel exchanged glances. That was definitely not a good sign.

“C’mon!” Dipper grabbed Mabel’s wrist, dragging her along as they chased after the two older men.

Ford practically threw open the basement door, his heart hammering. His stomach twisted as he took the stairs two at a time.

Please don’t let it be what I think it is.

But the moment his feet hit the basement floor, his worst fear was confirmed.

The portal was active.

The impossible blue glow bathed the room in eerie light, reflecting off the rusted machinery that hadn’t been touched in over a year. It should have been destroyed. It should have been gone.

And yet—

A figure stepped through.

They moved slowly, deliberately, as if unused to solid ground. A thick, tattered cloak clung to their thin frame, hood pulled low over their face. Their boots—patched and worn from years of use—scuffed softly against the concrete as they took another step forward.

Stan and the others arrived just in time to see them emerge fully.

The tension in the room thickened. The air felt wrong.

Then the figure raised their head—

And Stan’s heart nearly stopped.

The hood fell back just enough to reveal a familiar, shaggy mullet, streaked with premature gray. Haunted, chocolate-brown eyes flickered between them, distant yet hyper-aware, like a cornered animal assessing its surroundings. Their posture was stiff, defensive, shoulders hunched slightly inward.

They weren’t just thin. They were scarred.

Burns, jagged and cruel, peeked out from the frayed edges of their gloves. The faint outline of an autopsy scar was just barely visible beneath their turtleneck.

But worst of all…

The jagged, glowing marks around their wrists and throat.

Stan swayed slightly, feeling like he’d been punched in the gut.

“…Lee?”

The name barely made it past his lips, his voice raw and disbelieving.

Ford was silent, his entire body frozen in place.

At the sound of his name, Stanlee flinched.

His hands twitched, one instinctively moving toward his forearm, where an old tattoo was partially hidden beneath his sleeve. His fingers pressed against it—an old grounding habit, though his hand still shook.

His breathing was too fast. The glow of the portal cast shifting shadows across his face, making it hard to tell if he was trembling from exhaustion or from something deeper.

Then—a flash of movement.

A photon pistol was in his hand before anyone could react, the barrel leveled directly at Stan and Ford.

Everyone froze.

“WHOA, HEY—OKAY!” Stan threw his hands up immediately. “Easy there, runt!”

Ford’s heart clenched. The way Stanlee held the weapon—his grip too tight, his stance unsteady—it wasn’t aggression. It was fear.

“Lee,” Ford said carefully, keeping his hands where Stanlee could see them. “It’s us. Stanley and Stanford. Your brothers.”

Stanlee didn’t lower the gun.

His shoulders shook. His fingers twitched. His breathing was too fast.

The blue light of the portal flickered across his face, illuminating something new—

The faintest glisten of tears.

“…I can’t trust this,” Stanlee rasped. His voice was barely there, hoarse from years of disuse, but the raw emotion in those few words shattered something inside Ford.

Stanlee’s hand shook violently.

Then—

“…You can trust us,” Mabel’s voice, softer than usual, cut through the thick tension.

Stanlee’s eyes darted toward the source—two teenagers. One with an earnest, hopeful expression. The other, a young man with hesitant but intelligent eyes, scanning him carefully, as if trying to understand him.

They weren’t illusions. They weren’t tricks.

They were just kids.

Real kids.

His grip on the gun loosened. His posture sagged, years of exhaustion crashing into him all at once.

The pistol slipped from his fingers.

And the moment it hit the ground—

Stanlee collapsed.

Stanford managed to catch his little brother before Lee could hit the floor

Stan quickly moved to support him as well, gripping his brother’s shoulders firmly, grounding him.

Stanlee trembled violently. His fingers curled into the fabric of Ford’s coat, his breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.

“Don’t leave me again,” he whispered, the plea barely audible. “Please…”

Stan’s face crumpled “Aw, kid…” He pulled him in, his grip fierce but careful. “We ain’t goin’ anywhere. You’re home, Lee. You’re home.”

As much as I lovelovelove Mystery Trio AUs- these three unhinged men should NEVER spend any amount of time together in their prime if you want any peace and quiet.

Someone merely mentions the ides of stealing *something* from a government facility? Stan's warming up the El Diablo that he's already taken the tags off; Ford somehow already has the blueprints to the building and Fiddleford has a handheld lock picking device that also knocks out the signal on surveillance cameras.

Ford finds it logical to use essentially chemical warfare on the guards they didn't know would be patrolling as he blows idk, fairy dust, in their faces. Stan notices that several of his personas' wanted posters are up in an office and he stuffs them in a paper shredder as they walk by not because he is embarrassed but because they weren't even good artist renditions of what he looked like. Fiddleford of course finds alien tech that the government officials are testing and pockets in, knowing it will come in handy for his next giant robot.

As they head back to the Shack Stan jokingly suggests knocking over a bank and Fiddleford nonchalantly says they don't need to, he built a printing press the other week. Ford nods, as if this is a completely reasonable response and Stan has never felt closer to his brother.