Evil Stan’s memories of Before are a bit of a mess -- Bill surely had a hand in this. He needed Stan to hate Ford to the last atom of his being, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he inserted false memories or simply suppressed what good ones he had to twist Stan’s innate loyalty to his side.
Now, Evil Stan is not stupid. He knows Bill has messed with him, so sometimes he can’t help the intrusive thought: What was his original Ford like? He’s seen so many of them die that he can’t remember what was unique about his own.
He is, essentially, an unreliable narrator, even to himself.
I REALLY! LOVE!!! CLAUDE!!!!!!!
exudes chaotic bisexual disaster vibes, but is actually a really good boy…
the man from nowhere… let’s change the world together
Evil Morty discovers that Ricks collect Mortys and make them fight each other. For fun.
Continuation of my Evil Morty origin story (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
If Bill can control matter and time, what’s to say he can’t mess around with Ford’s age? :D D
after you died i went colourblind
A spinoff of my Evil Stan AU :D
A stray Portal Ford and his unfortunate Rick stumble upon the Human Henchmaniac, Stan “Piraña” Pines, loyal minion of one Bill Cipher.
Can they outwit the Ford-Killer Fish?
I LOVE THE CANON OT3 YA’LL megaera/zagreus/thanatos poly is LIFE
that being said, god, imagine magaera and thanatos quietly waiting for zagreus to resurface from the pool…. fearing he might never come back……..
fml i have too many useless feels
cor's youth told through six relationships!!
mors - regis - clarus - gilgamesh - weskham - cid
Iruka coughed. “No,” he said. The food had gone the wrong way.
“Oh.” Naruto always held his ramen like someone was going to take it from him. “Okay.”
“Naruto,” Iruka said. “I got this old thing way before then. I promise.”
“Okay.” Naruto stirred the broth, chasing a stray noodle. “I always wondered, is all. If it was me, I mean. The Nine Tails.”
“It wasn’t.” Iruka put down his chopsticks. He licked his lips, and then dabbed himself with a napkin. “It was, um. Mizuki.”
Naruto’s eyebrows furled. “Who?”
“Mizuki,” Iruka repeated. “Mizuki-sensei.“
“Oh. Oh! That guy.” Naruto frowned. “That’s right. You were friends.”
Iruka sighed. “Best friends.”
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