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Some art for what I am tentatively calling my Frankentwins AU!

Uncolored ver. below cut

GUYS. GUYS. I just had a terrible but wonderfully angsty AU concept come to me.

A Frankenstan AU except its ALSO Frankenford. Bill somehow does end up killing Ford, maybe by throwing him off of the roof of his house or something- that part doesn't really matter. Ford just has to die. BUT since Bill can possess dead bodies, he keeps using Ford's to build the portal. Ford's ghost somehow gets a postcard to Stan, but when he shows up, Bill is there with a crossbow. Now both Pines twins are dead and no one knows about it except them.

So now the Stans have to go through their own deaths while also mourning for each other AND have an awkward reunion AS GHOSTS. Maybe they find a way to get Fiddleford to bring them back to life or at least get Bill out of Ford's corpse, then break the portal.

Does any of this make sense or am I rambling

Small piece I'm working on as fanart for Abandon My Eulogy by @aroace-get-out-of-my-face! Hope you like it!

He is under a lot of stress... Let him relax!

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They just can't agree on ANYTHING can they?

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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?)

Crimson Collapse- the story behind Bakon’s scars

Trigger warning: gore and mentions of death

Setting: a few days before Stanford reached out to Stan.

(Old artwork at the end)

The job should have been simple—a quick in-and-out heist in a crumbling old building said to house a fortune in abandoned goods. Bakon and his crew had scoped the place out for weeks, but on that fateful night, things fell apart in the worst way imaginable. The building, far more unstable than they had planned for, became a death trap.

The air inside was heavy with the stench of mildew and decay, the faint sound of dripping water echoing through the silence. Bakon moved cautiously, his flashlight flickering against the cracked plaster walls and rusted pipes that jutted out like jagged teeth. He could feel the structure groaning under its own weight, the faint tremor of instability rippling through the floor beneath his boots.

Then it happened.

The ceiling gave way in an instant, unleashing a hellish cacophony of splintering wood and screeching metal. Bakon didn’t even have time to scream. A massive beam crashed down, driving him to the ground as his legs folded unnaturally beneath him with a sickening snap. The impact knocked the air from his lungs, and he let out a ragged gasp as sharp debris rained down, tearing into his flesh. A jagged piece of rusted rebar impaled him clean through the abdomen, bursting out of his back with a wet, nauseating sound.

The pain was beyond anything he had ever experienced—an excruciating, fiery agony that sent shockwaves through his entire body. Blood poured from the wound in heavy gushes, pooling beneath him in a sticky, crimson puddle. He tried to move, but the weight of the debris was crushing him. His ribs bent unnaturally inward, cracked and splintered like broken glass stabbing into his lungs.

Bakon’s cries for help were hoarse and broken, each breath a struggle as blood filled his mouth. His flashlight had fallen to the ground, illuminating his twisted, mangled body in cruel detail. He could see the jagged bone of his shin protruding through torn flesh, the white stark against the red. His hands, trembling and pale, weakly clawed at the rubble pinning him down, but it was no use.

Minutes dragged into hours, and Bakon’s screams turned to whimpers, then silence. The blood loss was making him lightheaded, his vision darkening at the edges as he slipped in and out of consciousness. The cold, metallic tang of blood filled his mouth as he coughed weakly, spitting out a thick, congealed glob that stained the ground beside him.

He called for the others—desperate, pleading cries that echoed through the empty corridors—but no one came. His crew had abandoned him, fleeing the moment the collapse started. Even Stanley, the one person he trusted, was nowhere to be found. Alone in the suffocating darkness, Bakon’s thoughts grew frantic. Anguish and rage churned within him, mixing with the raw, primal terror of death creeping closer.

When they finally found him, Bakon was barely alive. His skin was pale and waxy, his lips blue, and his body convulsed weakly as his pulse flickered on the edge of nothingness. They rushed him to the hospital, the paramedics’ voices a distant murmur in his ears. He could feel their hands on him, the searing pain as they moved the rebar from his side, and the choking sensation of a tube being shoved down his throat.

In the operating room, his body gave out. His heart stopped, and for over an hour, Bakon was dead.

Death was not a peaceful void for him. It was cold, dark, and suffocating. Time warped, stretching into an infinite expanse of emptiness where Bakon felt the weight of his failures crushing him all over again. The silence was maddening, his own thoughts clawing at him like feral beasts. He was utterly alone, trapped in a limbo that felt like an eternity.

And then, against all odds, he was pulled back.

When Bakon woke, his body was a patchwork of scars and pain. Tubes snaked out of his arms, his chest, his throat. His legs were in heavy casts, and every shallow breath sent a sharp, burning pain through his shattered ribs. His face was gaunt, pale, and his sunken eyes stared blankly at the hospital ceiling.

The weeks that followed were a nightmare of their own. The physical therapy was brutal, each session leaving him sobbing in pain. His hands trembled as he tried to grasp a spoon, the simplest tasks requiring monumental effort. The rebar had shredded vital nerves, leaving parts of his body unresponsive, numb yet searing with phantom pain.

Worse still was the isolation. No one came to see him. He lay in that sterile room day after day, the hum of machines his only company. He thought of Stanley often, the bitterness festering in his chest. Stanley had abandoned him, left him to die, and now Bakon was trapped in this ruined shell of a body with nothing but his anger to keep him going.

Months later, when he finally left the hospital, Bakon was unrecognizable. His once-proud posture was hunched, his gait stiff and uneven as he limped out into the world. The scars on his face and body told the story of his suffering in jagged lines, and his eyes were cold, hollow, and filled with a simmering hatred.

Bakon had been given a second chance at life, but to him, it was no gift. It was a curse. And as he walked into the cold night, his mind turned dark with thoughts of vengeance. If the world had left him to rot, he would return the favor tenfold. And Stanley… Stanley the young man he loved will pay the price for abandoning him.

Alright got both of them done! I know i sent one in your ask but I wanted to post these, I’ll stop bombarding you now @gfthe-fearsome-foursome 😅

Hope you are having a wonderful day/night/evening

Y'all are in for a treat with what I'm cooking up.

Comfort comes morning or night.

Spicy.

No Context Needed.

Food for the Fiddlestan Nation.

(Inspired by this post, check it out!)

Ya know as a kid, I didn't get Stan's fashion sense. Now, as an adult, it's understandable.

Love hurts.

Had to do this when I saw raphstonfa post and also this post on X. Fiddlestan just has something that won't let me go.😩

Fiddlestan has me by the neck this week🙂‍↕️

(Finally, took the plung again to try my hand at kissing. It's not very good, but it's better than before. )

Saw @bebyreshvil post today and had to do a quick sketch of something their comic reminded me of.

Idk guys- Something tells me our friend AXOLOTL doesn’t have a lot of experience in convincing small children to follow them into mysterious wormholes. Sure, Stan happens to be a sad little kid, but he’s a sad little kid WITHOUT A DEATH WISH! What could and Lottie possibly be planning…

Oh wow I actually posted. Had a bit of art block- And if there’s something I know, it’s to not FORCE yourself to draw if you don’t have to. If your art is feeling like a chore- TAKE A BREAK. It’s supposed to be fun lol. But yeah. WOOPIE! Waddea know, another cliffhanger!

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*Slaps comic onto table* “Here she is, ain’t she a beaut?”

Oh Ford you sweet summer child, let’s see what nonsense this so called “lead” takes you to… The circus is a direct reference to the Lost Legends comics if you’re wondering and yeah. lol. Hope you enjoyed this one, it was EXTRA TEDIOUS-

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Just a funny thing I suppose, mainly just putting off working on the next comic- Yk how it be lol teehee Lil Stanley and his fun adventures-

3 BUCK STAN SORTA MASTERPOST

(Just to make it easier tbh)

Part 1

Part 1 1/2

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Extras:

Aftermath designs

Theraprism wholesome aftermath

Doodles

More doodles?

Explanation for those who are new:

3 Buck Stan is an AU in which Stanley Pines is yoinked up by our favorite resident AXOLOTL and is enlisted to preform a variety of intergalactic tasks. Meanwhile, Stanford Pines is having an aneurism over his lost brother and will end up making some unsavory deals with a certain triangular individual… Have I mentioned that they are both young children in this? Imagine it as “Pines twins and Bill getting therapy speedrun” because AXOLOTL decided to intervene earlier on. Chaos ensues.

WOAH NEXT INSTALLMENT IS OUT?!?? Uh oh Stanley, turns out your current “employer” is some kind of magic portal person… The apprehension is valid considering he doesn’t know this person well… It’s also looking like Fords search has gotten a bit more complicated…

Mx Lottie cannot read a room.

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Despite how everyone is acting- Ford is yet to give up on uncovering the mystery of where his brother has gone. No matter how many times people say that strange phrase- Something tells Ford that Stanley might not be in as “safe hands” as everyone claims…

Oh boy. The clue board makes its debut.

(Fourth installment labeled 3rd. Updates are happening people!)

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Technically the 3rd installment but tahdah- Part 2 of Stan and the AXOLOTL. What could go wrong? Featuring: Little Stanley feeling bad about himself! And what could possibly be to come… We will figure THAT out in the next one…

Sorry am I? Nah.

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I just wanted to drop some doodles in the meantime while I work on the other stuff- (Not putting off certainly not-) I made a fun drawing and UGHHH I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH THEIR TOO SILLY- I think their might be some spoilers, but it’s whatever’s heheh

Please, I need more of your “3 Bucks Stan Au”. It’s so heartbreaking and lovely at the same time

@aureliathejellyfish19 Worry not my friend, I will update eventually and trust me when I say, we haven’t even gotten to the good parts yet MWHAHAHAHA- But here, have a couple doodles while you wait lol

Uh oh Fordsie, your parents are acting awfully strange… The second installment of the 3 Buck Stan AU and our six fingered munchkin comes into play. Wonder what will come of that lol… I have a good idea on what will come next in this series/au, although I’ll likely be slow to post due to procrastinating- yk how it is lol. But yeah… next segment will probably get back to Stan and Mx Lottie’s nonsense as we finally get into the swing of things. It’s gonna be great, trust.

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This 100% procrastination, I promise I actually am working on the next lil comic thing for this AU- But I couldn’t help but think of future possibilities so here we have this- After Stanley comes back home and Bill is dealt with and stuff, AXOLOTL still remains a presence in the twins lives… And still gives them character development “errands” to run because who better than Stanley and Stanford? (Also they get cool magic tools that I think are fitting. A hand scarf for Ford as a second pair of arms and some basically crablike boxing gloves for Stan. I’m having fun- BUT AT WHAT COST-)

So I have a funny au idea… In which Stan may or may not have been temporarily bought by the AXOLOTL (Under the guise of Mx. Lottie) in order to run some entirely ordinary errands… Ford is very confused as to why nobody is totally concerned about his brother’s whereabouts and intends to figure out what happened… Which may or may not involve making a deal with a weird triangle thing. There’s more to it, but that’s basically the gist of it. I think it’s pretty silly. Might make more stuff about this lol. It came to me in a dream lol-

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IVE COMPILED MOST OF THE RELATIVITY FALLS POSTS IVE MADE- From least recent to most recent just for funsies

Short comic pt 1

Short comic p2

Corny poem/Art

Short comic tidbit

Explanation + Doodle dump