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Stanley was a criminal, not a caretaker. He wasn't fit to look after anyone, especially not after his genius of a grand nephew about to go off to college. But when his mother drops him off at the middle of the night, begging Stanley to look after the boy after the summer- well, just how could he refuse? But along the way, Stanley realizes that this isn't so bad. Honestly, just how could he ever go back to living alone?
(AU where Ford is Stanley's great nephew instead of twin.)
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01 Sep 2025
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Stan is near the end of his rope, struggling to cope with where his life has lead him. The only thing keeping him going is the memory of his brother, the only person who ever made him feel truly loved and safe, even if Stan's sure he wants nothing more to do with him.
Ford is doing fine. Really. He just has to keep busy, focus on work, anything to keep his mind off of the brother he left behind, the only one who ever understood him. He's desperate for a distraction, desperate enough to go looking for one, and he might not like what he finds.~
A Stancest AU comic that asks the question of what would have happened if Ford and Stan crossed paths sooner, and Ford has to face the harsh reality of what his brother has gone through.
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23 Aug 2025
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Ford was going to let him get kicked out? Leave him hanging? Leave him at all? Fine. Fine. Stan could do it himself.
Or: Stanley Pines sails away, and things don’t go according to plan. (Un)luckily for him, he isn’t alone for long.
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26 Jul 2025
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Ford drags his homebrew smut with him onto the Stan'O War II. It goes about how you'd expect.
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- Part 3 of Stanford's Homebrew Smut
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25 Jul 2025
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For a reason he couldn't explain, Stan opened the journal, flipping to the page where Ford had once written about that same moth—Furcula scolopendrina….some nonsense about its lifecycle, how it only came out in summer, how he'd never managed to find one to pin. Here, in the dead of winter, the irony bit deep. Stan tossed the book aside and looked down at the moth, muttering, “Ford would've lost his mind if he saw you. Would’ve been halfway to gettin' you framed already.”
The damn thing didn’t answer, of course.
Stupid as it was, he scooped it up, its soft, fragile body nearly disappearing in his palm. He wasn’t gonna pin it for Ford or anything—Ford wasn’t even here, and Stan had more important crap to do. But still, he couldn’t leave it alone out here, where the wind would just carry it away like nothing.
It was completely and utterly ridiculous.
He did it anyway.
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21 Jul 2025