Monsterfalls AU Comic~

This just seemed like a lot of fun to do, plus this is honestly accurate

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Oh good im glad you like it @leo-artista It was just a small fun little thing though i do have other ideas for this au if you’d like to hear them

Actually you know what i’ll just put them here for anyone to use just little spit ball of ideas because this little au has so much potential for something great!

Potential Plot Threads

• Ford’s Spiral into Grief: Ford becomes obsessed with finding out more about Stan’s last days, digging into his brother’s life with a desperation that borders on self-destruction. He’s haunted by regret, by questions, by the ache of losing someone he never got to forgive.

• Stan’s Loneliness: As time passes, the weight of his isolation starts to sink in. He sees families together, brothers laughing at a bar, and it hits him—he might’ve escaped his enemies, but in doing so, he’s erased himself from everyone who ever cared.

• The Truth Comes Out: Maybe years later, Ford stumbles across evidence that suggests Stanley never actually died. Maybe he hears rumors of a conman who looks eerily familiar. Maybe a stray postcard with handwriting he recognizes sets him on a path to uncover the truth.

• A Bittersweet Reunion: If Ford does find Stan, it’s not a happy embrace. It’s anger. It’s disbelief. It’s Ford demanding, “Do you have any idea what you put us through?” And Stan, who spent years thinking he was unwanted, suddenly faced with the reality that he was missed more than he ever could’ve imagined.

Random au idea: what if mullet Stan had decided to fake his death so that he'd stop getting chased by Rico's gang? And then it somehow ends up on the news and his family believes that he died- there's like a funeral and everything. Nobody is happy about it, but by far the one who takes it the hardest is Ford. After years of not hearing word from his twin he suddenly finds out he just died, and he has no idea how to feel about that. It's almost like a part of him died along with Stanley

Meanwhile Stan has no idea about what his family is going through because of his faked death. He just assumed that they would probably be fine, since it's not like anyone aside from maybe his mom would care anyways. He even considers it like he's doing them a favor, getting rid of the "useless" son who couldn't even make the fortune he said the would

Idk just an idea. If someone wants to use it or expand on it feel free to do so!

Oh boy I can't wait to see what kind of posts are in my favorite character's tag! :D

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This guy was a fun concept and i love him deeply his name is Bakonis Kerrigan he is…or was a close friend to Stanley when they were teenagers back when Stan was kicked out of the house they did heists together, conned many people, etc but one day after an accident that left Bakonis in the hospital hoping to have his best friend there for support Stan just vanished(that was when Stan got the letter from Stanford.) and left Bakon behind.

Here is teenage Bakonis before his accident he was your local drug dealer and at the time Stanley was his best customer it’s honestly how they met, now your probably wondering whats in the box well if you don’t pay up for the drugs or fulfill your end of the bargain you repay with your limbs mostly small things like your fingers, eyes, and teeth. Bakonis doesn’t play around when it comes to his jobs either pay him or lose a limb it’s your choice.

Anyways my asks are open feel free to ask this lovely gentleman many questions. :)

AAAAAAHHHH!!! Im loving this man it’s great!

Now just imagine Stanford is unlucky enough to find a dimension of Stanley’s like Mabel did in Gravity Falls: Lost Legends

You would think it would be a dream come true for Stanford but in reality all it does is make him question if it’s all real and that none of these Stanley’s are his Stan

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

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?)

God I wish Stanley Pines was real i could really use some his love and care like he gives to the twins…

Im over here coughing so hard that I’m bruising ribs, between my shoulder blades hurt, and my chest hurts.

I’m not having fun over here guys

A special Valentine delivery for ya’ll ❤️😍

God I need this man to love and cherish me Who said that?!

Childhood Bites Chapter Three: No One Will Miss Him

⚠️TW: Graphic, Blood, Violence, Death, Cannibalism⚠️

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The first hit shattered something.

Zeke wasn’t sure if it was bone or resolve.

The bat connected with Campelter’s ribs, sending a shockwave through Zeke’s arms. The crack was sickening, a sharp, wet sound that mingled with the boy’s scream.

Campelter collapsed onto the dock, curling in on himself. His breath came in ragged gasps. “Zeke—w-wait—”

Another swing.

This time, it caught his knee. Something popped.

Campelter wailed, clutching his leg, writhing on the wooden planks.

Zeke stood over him, bat gripped tight, chest heaving.

This should feel wrong.

He should be shaking, throwing up, panicking.

But he wasn’t.

He was calm. Steady.

And hungry.

The familiar ache twisted in his gut, gnawing at his insides, demanding more. He swallowed hard, his tongue darting over his lips.

Campelter coughed, blood dribbling from his mouth. His good hand reached out, weak and trembling. “P-please…”

Zeke tilted his head.

He should stop.

He could still walk away.

But then he thought of Stan and Ford—how Campelter had tormented them, laughed at them, humiliated them.

And suddenly, the decision wasn’t hard anymore.

Zeke dropped the bat and straddled Campelter’s chest, pinning him down. The other boy squirmed weakly beneath him, his strength draining fast.

Zeke’s breath came slow and deliberate. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Campelter’s ear. “You smell delicious.”

Then he sank his teeth in.

The taste exploded in his mouth—copper, salt, warmth. The skin split beneath his teeth, muscle tearing as he bit down harder. Campelter’s body jerked violently, his muffled screams ripping through the night.

Zeke didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

He ripped away the first mouthful, blood coating his tongue, thicker than anything he’d ever eaten before.

It was intoxicating.

Campelter’s screams weakened into gasping whimpers. Zeke barely heard him. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out everything except the wet, sticky sounds of chewing.

His fingers dug into Campelter’s flesh, prying open the wound, sinking his teeth into raw muscle, devouring.

Bite after bite.

It was better than food.

Better than anything.

The hunger that had tormented him his whole life, the emptiness in his gut—it was gone.

And for the first time, Zeke felt whole.

Hours Later

The night stretched on, the waves lapping softly against the shore. The wooden dock was painted red, but Zeke didn’t notice.

He sat cross-legged beside what was left.

Which wasn’t much.

Flesh, muscle, organs—all gone.

Picked clean.

His hands were drenched in blood, sticky and drying, his face smeared crimson. His stomach was full, warm, satisfied.

All that remained of Campelter were bones.

Zeke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, exhaling slowly.

He stared down at the remains, waiting for guilt to settle in.

Nothing came.

No regret. No horror.

Only the quiet, absolute certainty that this had been worth it.

Campelter had been a bully.

He made Stan and Ford cry.

He hurt people.

No one would notice when he was gone.

Zeke got to his feet, stretching. He glanced down at the bones, tilting his head. He could leave them, let the ocean take them.

But no.

He didn’t like leaving things unfinished.

One by one, he gathered them up, taking his time. The dock was surrounded by tall, wild grass, the kind that no one ever bothered to clear. Zeke buried the bones there, deep in the sand, hidden beneath tangled roots.

It felt right.

Like cleaning up after a good meal.

Weeks go by the summer sun hung high over Glass Shard Beach, casting golden light over the waves. The air smelled of salt and motor oil, the usual scent of work and freedom.

Zeke walked alongside Stan and Ford, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. The three of them were heading toward the shore, where the half-built Stan-O-War sat waiting for its daily dose of fixing, hammering, and general goofing off.

“Okay, hear me out,” Stan said, kicking a loose rock down the sidewalk. “We steal one of Ma’s pies, but we take it before it cools down so she won’t notice it’s missing until, like… way later.”

Ford pushed his glasses up. “That’s the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah, because it’s foolproof!”

Ford sighed, shaking his head, and Zeke chuckled softly.

Just a normal day.

But then—

Stan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Ford followed suit, and Zeke nearly bumped into them.

“What the—?” Zeke started, but then he saw what they were looking at.

A poster.

Taped to a telephone pole, the edges curling from the breeze.

MISSING: CAMPBELL ‘CAMPELTER’ HAYNES.

LAST SEEN AT GLASS SHARD BEACH.

A washed-out photo of his face stared back at them, smiling wide like he hadn’t screamed and begged for his life just weeks ago.

Zeke’s stomach twisted—not in fear, but in satisfaction.

It was almost funny.

Nothing left but bones, buried deep beneath the sand. No one would ever find him.

“Whoa,” Stan muttered, stepping closer. “So, wait—Campelter’s just… gone?”

Ford frowned. “Looks like it. His parents must’ve put these up.”

“Yeah, well, good riddance.” Stan crossed his arms. “That guy was a jerk. Maybe he ran away or something.”

Ford, ever the cautious one, didn’t look so convinced. “I don’t know… He was a bully, but this is weird. People don’t just vanish.”

Zeke felt Ford’s gaze shift toward him, and for a split second, his stomach tightened.

Ford had a way of noticing things.

But Zeke just shrugged, keeping his face neutral. “Guess we won’t have to deal with him anymore.”

Stan snorted. “Yeah, no complaints here.”

Ford hesitated, then slowly nodded. “I suppose.”

And just like that, the moment passed.

Zeke let out a slow, careful breath, glancing at the poster one last time.

No one will ever know.

The three of them continued walking toward the Stan-O-War, the conversation already shifting to something else.

Stan was laughing.

Ford was rambling about an idea for an engine upgrade.

And Zeke?

Zeke was still hungry.

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