Portal Ford Drawing For Funsies

Its me and the rats running my life 🐭

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63731800/chapters/165936109

HERE'S CHAPTER NINE OF WHAT IF FORD KICKED STAN OUT IMMEDIATELY

Stan and Soos have a chat! it's good and it made me very happy. I love this ngl I didn't expect Stan to realize he could be loved, but it just makes this fic so much dang better.

TW for fic: Suicide attempt

Hellow i want join a fandom too.. my art one a week..

D11B Ford really do be like that. Plus he has a mullet.

Go reeadd my story on AO3!!!!! :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61636426/chapters/157568878

"Twin!Delusion AU" by me and @ridokichan (from our previous post)

(their dynamic in nutshell, basically.)

This is partially based on bereavement hallucinations disorder (it is not nessesary for a person to be "passed" to fall under such diagnosis. but considering how on other side of the portal Stan didn't even knew if his brother is alive in there - name still works.)

Realistically speaking - those kind of hallucinations are a response to an overwhelming emotions, a coping mechanism & form of isolation formed desperation.

Stan is so desperate to fix the portal, to get his brother back/fix this mistake that mind will willingly make it seem like everything is alright.

You supress your emotions because you got more important things to focus on? Oh trust me they will find the way out.

Now a question: then why are they in a form of children?

Childhood represents innocence, unconditional love, and a time when they were truly happy together. Subconscious will always choose this form because it literally offers protection, allowing to mentally escape into the past rather than face the unbearable present. After all, Stans character is about partially clinging to the past while Ford was one that wanted to move forward. (i am not talking about Ford holding grudges from the past like a dead dog he is, no)

Seeking comfort in purest and safest version of your brother, one that never looked at you wrong, one that never pulled the curtains on you when you asked for help....... Sounds right to me.

How to accidentally kill a god, for the wip asks?

It's a oneshot I wrote in the middle of the night when I was dead sick

How to Accidentally Kill a God

Fiddleford was in a room in the museum (that everyone seemed to forget existed) punching letters of a name into the memory gun

Fiddleford hesitated for a second. Was he really going to go through with this? Yes. it's too late for second-guessing. Besides, he had already made up his mind to pull the trigger

He finished typing in the name and held the bulb of the memory gun up to his head, but before he had the chance, Fiddleford heard it echoing through the empty halls of the museum

that oh so familiar but strange voice, from that oh so familiar yet strange man

But something was very, very wrong, the voice was laughing, a high-pitched shrill laugh that made Fiddleford's head throb

He was right across the room. When did he get there? Fiddleford supposed It only made sense that he'd be here at the end

But this wasn't Fiddleford's used to be friend, or whatever he wanted to call him.

This was something else

The gaze staring at him from across the room wasn't Stanford's soft brown eyes. No, these eyes were glowing a putrid radioactive shade of yellow

These were the eyes of a monster

"You look terrible specs," the thing forced out of his once friend's month

A million thoughts raced through Fiddleford head, what had happened to Ford since they last parted ways? Why was it puppeteering Ford's body? Why did it have...so many bandages...

He could see something too dark to be tears running down one of the monster's cheeks

"How did you find me?" Fiddleford spat out

"Oh, you're not nearly as unseen as you'd like to believe, I have eyes everywhere. "

It lurched and contorted a bit closer,

Fiddleford backed away, not wanting that thing to get too close. "Wh what do you want?" he said with a shaky voice

"figured I'd drop by cause Mr. IQ over here has had you on the mind recently." it spoke in its stolen voice."And all tho I'd never admit it to him, I'm running out of ideas! Yet he still stubbornly refuses to comply. so I think it's time for some, drastic measures”

It was unexpectedly fast for something possessing Ford. (who had never run a day in his life) In an instant, it closed the gap between it and Fiddleford

Fiddleford panicked, adrenaline kicking in. Before he even knew what happened, there was a blue flash of light, and Ford's body fell to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut off

There was no way of knowing what would happen to someone who had their own name erased

I never got the dialogue to a place I was happy with, so I never posted it (still not happy with it, but oh well)

Two variants of Ford that will show up at some point in my story :).

happy 10 years of ford!

Hugs :3

D11BTwins, also I'm trying out animation now yippie :D

Magma stuff!