Blorbo Torment Nexus

Wherein Stanley loves his brother enough to literally give himself away.

Not long after getting into university, Ford becomes very sick. So much so he ends up hospitalized. Stan finds out during a call with his mom, where she worriedly tells him how Ford needs a kidney transplant and they’re waiting for a compatible donor to get one from. Stan asks where Ford is, under the guise of going to visit him while he’s sick.

In reality, Stan goes and offers his own kidney. Of course he’ll be a match, they’re identical twins. But he requests that the hospital keep his identity anonymous and never tell Ford where his new kidney came from.

And then things are fine for a while, both twins recovering separately.

But Ford is still sick, and over the years he spends at university, he needs blood transfusions, bone marrows transplant, and a liver donation.

Stan, of course, donates all these things from his own body anonymously. He lets them take a portion of his liver—it’ll grow back, no big deal—his stem cells, his blood.

And Ford slowly gets better. He’s able to graduate and moves to Oregon. Stan doesn’t hear any updates on his brother for a while, but his mom tells him Ford is doing well. Stan is glad. At least he’s been able to keep his brother alive and healthy, even if he can’t do anything else.

Then one day, Stan receives a post card asking him to come to gravity falls. He goes, but is delayed. When he finally gets there, he finds Ford’s house ransacked like it had been attacked. And his brother himself on the floor, covered in blood.

With no eyes.

Stan, after getting over the horror of what had happened to Ford, decides to help the way he’s always done. In his years of hanging around cartels and other less savoury type of work, Stan had met a variety of people. One of them being an underground surgeon who’d been fired from his job at a hospital for unethical conduct.

This surgeon had always been interested in “advancing the medical field” and was known for experimental (and dubious) surgeries. If there was anyone who could possibly help Ford, it was him.

So Stan takes Ford to the surgeon. In return for willingly participating in a new, experimental surgery, the operation is free. Stan really hopes it works. An eye transplant has never successfully been done before, but he’s willing to do anything for Ford.

It works. Stan wakes up with one less eye, and Ford wakes up with half his vision restored. When they recover from the surgery enough, it’s Ford’s first time seeing his brother in ten years.

Stan looks terrible. And yet, he’s so happy for Ford. He’s happy he could be useful to Ford again. Happy even if the best he can do as a brother is be spare parts. He’ll do anything for Ford. Give any piece of himself so that Ford can live well.

Without shadows is under the cut. :) I love a good Time Travel AU, This is part to one I have been writing for awhile now(Haven't posted yet)

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Based off ideas in this ask. Set vaguely years down the road in TIAGICWAP future. Playing off of, “what if Ford’s powers leaked through the soul bond to Stan?”

“Ford!” Stan yelled in worry, watching as his brother dispatched two of the growling creatures.

But more quickly took their place, relentlessly attacking Ford, fearless of the power he wielded.

Stan should have never begged Ford to come here. He should have listened when his big brother told him it wasn’t a good idea. He shouldn’t have pouted and whined to get his way. Now they were surrounded by alien creatures on an alien planet.

Stan wasn’t sure if they were sentient or not. They held a similarity to saber-tooth tigers, but walked in an upright crouch. Whatever they were, they seemed to live in a colony, as there were dozens of them. They showed no hesitation for the fact that Ford could kill them in one hit, pouncing for Ford viciously.

His brother was holding them back from getting to Stan, but Stan could see him struggling.

Regardless of the fact that Ford was much, much stronger than these creatures, the sheer number of them were giving him a hard time. It reminded Stan of a time in Nevada when he had watched a scorpion be killed by ants. The scorpion had been bigger and fought hard, but the ants had just continued to pile on it until it had been overrun by them.

Stan couldn’t even fathom that happening to his brother, but he knew that Ford was also having to hold back because he was there. The situation wasn’t looking good.

“Stanley!” Ford called to him, eyes blazing yellow. “Run!”

He couldn’t. Stan could not bring himself to abandon his twin like this, even knowing that running was probably the best thing he could do.

“I—” Stan gasped as a new wave of the creatures attacked Ford, and three of them slipped past his defences while he was busy fending the others off.

Heading straight for Stan.

“Ford!” Stan backed away frantically, eyes wide and heart pounding.

He had no way to defend himself against these things. Nothing but his fists, and he hadn’t fought in so long because Ford took care of everything and he didn’t—he couldn’t—!

“Big Brother!” he screamed. “Big Brother, help me!”

Ford looked his way, and Stan saw horror cross his face. They both knew he wouldn’t reach Stan in time. Not when he was surrounded by so many of the creatures.

“STANLEY!”

Ford stretched out a hand towards him, his brows furrowing and his eyes flaring brighter. He curled his fingers, and the bond between them lit up like a live-wire.

Stan’s breath caught in his lungs as power rushed into him like a wave, practically knocking him off his feet with its intensity. It buzzed through their soul bond and tingled in his limbs, invigorating him with strength.

He’d never felt such power before. Stan had gotten a taste of the power Ford held, some of it uncontrollably trickling through the bond as Ford grew stronger and stronger, but it was only ever a fraction of what he’d seen Ford able to do.

But this. This was Ford pushing power into him, flooding their bond with an electric sensation that was hot and cold at the same time. In that moment, Stan swore he could feel their heartbeats sync to match each other.

The three creatures converging on Stan fell to his new power like dust in the wind, and a giddy laugh bubbled past Stan’s lips. He felt heady with strength, like he could crush the world beneath his heel with ease.

“Run, Stanley!” Ford yelled at him again.

Run? What a silly notion. That would leave Ford on his own, and that wouldn’t do. How could Stan turn his back on the other half of himself?

He leapt, clearing great distance with a single bound—just like the heroes in the comics he’d loved as a boy. An exhilarated whoop left him as he landed beside his brother, his twin, his other self. He grabbed a creature off of Ford and crushed it with his bare hands.

(Who was the sensitive little brother now, Stanford?)

Ford scowled at him initially, but with his newfound power, Stan plucked at their bond, and two minds synced to one. Stan’s back pressed to Ford’s, and two hearts beat together, lungs breathed together, power shared together in an endless feedback loop.

Two halves worked together as one, fighting back their enemies with ease.

There was no need to speak. No need to share plans. Each knew what the other was going to do. Each felt the other’s movements as if an extension of their own body, flowing in tandem as they had always been born to do.

It reminded Stan of a Ketuvim reading he’d heard as a young child, on one of the occasions their parents had dragged them to the synagogue during Sukkot:

“And if a man prevails against the one, the two will stand against him…”

This, Stan thought, was how they were always meant to be. Standing side by side and taking on the world together. Like this, nothing could defeat them.

firm believer in post-canon stan ponytail

Based off ideas in this ask. Set vaguely years down the road in TIAGICWAP future. Playing off of, “what if Ford’s powers leaked through the soul bond to Stan?”

“Ford!” Stan yelled in worry, watching as his brother dispatched two of the growling creatures.

But more quickly took their place, relentlessly attacking Ford, fearless of the power he wielded.

Stan should have never begged Ford to come here. He should have listened when his big brother told him it wasn’t a good idea. He shouldn’t have pouted and whined to get his way. Now they were surrounded by alien creatures on an alien planet.

Stan wasn’t sure if they were sentient or not. They held a similarity to saber-tooth tigers, but walked in an upright crouch. Whatever they were, they seemed to live in a colony, as there were dozens of them. They showed no hesitation for the fact that Ford could kill them in one hit, pouncing for Ford viciously.

His brother was holding them back from getting to Stan, but Stan could see him struggling.

Regardless of the fact that Ford was much, much stronger than these creatures, the sheer number of them were giving him a hard time. It reminded Stan of a time in Nevada when he had watched a scorpion be killed by ants. The scorpion had been bigger and fought hard, but the ants had just continued to pile on it until it had been overrun by them.

Stan couldn’t even fathom that happening to his brother, but he knew that Ford was also having to hold back because he was there. The situation wasn’t looking good.

“Stanley!” Ford called to him, eyes blazing yellow. “Run!”

He couldn’t. Stan could not bring himself to abandon his twin like this, even knowing that running was probably the best thing he could do.

“I—” Stan gasped as a new wave of the creatures attacked Ford, and three of them slipped past his defences while he was busy fending the others off.

Heading straight for Stan.

“Ford!” Stan backed away frantically, eyes wide and heart pounding.

He had no way to defend himself against these things. Nothing but his fists, and he hadn’t fought in so long because Ford took care of everything and he didn’t—he couldn’t—!

“Big Brother!” he screamed. “Big Brother, help me!”

Ford looked his way, and Stan saw horror cross his face. They both knew he wouldn’t reach Stan in time. Not when he was surrounded by so many of the creatures.

“STANLEY!”

Ford stretched out a hand towards him, his brows furrowing and his eyes flaring brighter. He curled his fingers, and the bond between them lit up like a live-wire.

Stan’s breath caught in his lungs as power rushed into him like a wave, practically knocking him off his feet with its intensity. It buzzed through their soul bond and tingled in his limbs, invigorating him with strength.

He’d never felt such power before. Stan had gotten a taste of the power Ford held, some of it uncontrollably trickling through the bond as Ford grew stronger and stronger, but it was only ever a fraction of what he’d seen Ford able to do.

But this. This was Ford pushing power into him, flooding their bond with an electric sensation that was hot and cold at the same time. In that moment, Stan swore he could feel their heartbeats sync to match each other.

The three creatures converging on Stan fell to his new power like dust in the wind, and a giddy laugh bubbled past Stan’s lips. He felt heady with strength, like he could crush the world beneath his heel with ease.

“Run, Stanley!” Ford yelled at him again.

Run? What a silly notion. That would leave Ford on his own, and that wouldn’t do. How could Stan turn his back on the other half of himself?

He leapt, clearing great distance with a single bound—just like the heroes in the comics he’d loved as a boy. An exhilarated whoop left him as he landed beside his brother, his twin, his other self. He grabbed a creature off of Ford and crushed it with his bare hands.

(Who was the sensitive little brother now, Stanford?)

Ford scowled at him initially, but with his newfound power, Stan plucked at their bond, and two minds synced to one. Stan’s back pressed to Ford’s, and two hearts beat together, lungs breathed together, power shared together in an endless feedback loop.

Two halves worked together as one, fighting back their enemies with ease.

There was no need to speak. No need to share plans. Each knew what the other was going to do. Each felt the other’s movements as if an extension of their own body, flowing in tandem as they had always been born to do.

It reminded Stan of a Ketuvim reading he’d heard as a young child, on one of the occasions their parents had dragged them to the synagogue during Sukkot:

“And if a man prevails against the one, the two will stand against him…”

This, Stan thought, was how they were always meant to be. Standing side by side and taking on the world together. Like this, nothing could defeat them.

It would depend on which Ford and Stan-bean, but,

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