Doodles For A Fic I Wrote Lol

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

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63488815

weirdmageddon missing scene not clickbait

Some old men getting snuggly on the couch

From my fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/63352036?view_adult=true

Ford: This trip to the Vatican City has been quite fruitful, though still no sign of the Ionza. I wonder if more written accounts exist that I’ve missed? Overall, an enjoyable trip!

Stanley, wearing the papal tiara and holding an empty bag of weed: WE NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT FUCKING NOW

family therapeutic dream demon beatdown tonight

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.*

Congrats Stanley, real proud of you pookie!! 🎉🎉

... Ford would always be a star. Always. He burned bright like a frame, shining his intellect and determination everywhere he went like sun rays on earth. He was a man who went places, who worked his ass off for what he wanted. He was a man who could create a new galaxy with his stardust, and light the way to a beautiful future.

... But stars don't seem to notice people admiring them, do they? They just continue forward, barreling through the earth's atmosphere and shining through the darkness with saving light, even miles, hell LIGHT-YEARS away.

They don't notice the dirt on earth, staring at them with caring eyes. They don't recognize the rock and land, despite being made from the same stardust. If anything, earth is a nuisance. Only there to watch the stars die and burn, thinking that it looked beautiful against the loneliness of the sky at night. Comforting, to watch a fire die out.

... Maybe Stan was like the earth in that way. Hopeless to watch as Ford was destroyed by his own reckless actions. Watch as his brother started to grow tired of him. Watch as he squeezed Ford too tight, too close, and accidentally forced him to burn away forever.

... Maybe Ford really was like a star. And Stan was just the dirt of the earth, admiring something that would never appreciate his existence in return.

Okay well sorry i died in ur bathroom get over it