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Every time I listen to the song "Never Love Ancor" by the Crane Wives, it reminds me of the stan twins but mostly their relationship with their father.

Uri:*she sighs in relief* Thank god..ever since I turned into a flareon, it's been havoc!running from people, not being able to fully control your power. Can you imagine living in a world with only pokemon? It's fun, but the place is always under attack! Why do you think I travel dimensions? Speaking of traveling..

*she checks her star bag around her body and pulls out a device. It's low on fuel..she realizes she ran out of it and sighs*

Well, I'm stuck here for now..great I don't want people seeing me because they will attempt to keep me or worse.

*she says worried*

*a flareon pops out of nowhere*

Uri: Wow, a universe where stan and Ford aren't baby boomers? Dang, you are one of the lucky ones! Believe me, I met many Stan and Fords! Anyways, how's life going for yall?

*Stan and Ford stood frozen, staring at the bright colorful creature in front of them. Its voice— clear, articulate, and entirely unexpected— hung in the air like an impossible riddle. Each twin reacted in their own way, though both were clearly struggling to process what was happening.*

"Woah… you can talk?"

*Stan took a step back, his hand reflexively moving to rub the back of his neck. His brows shot up, and his tone was a mix of shock and awe. He blinked a few times, half-expecting the Flareon to vanish into thin air. It didn’t.*

"Who are you? Actually, what are you?"

*Ford stepped closer, his curiosity outweighing his surprise. He adjusted his glasses, squinting slightly as if trying to make sense of the scene before him. His tone was calm, analytical, the excitement of encountering something new bubbling just under the surface.*

*Stan glanced at his brother, noticing that Ford was already falling into scientist mode, completely ignoring the initial question. Realizing he’d have to handle the social side of things, Stan sighed and turned back to the Flareon.*

"Well, uh… we’re doin’ just peachy. For the most part anyway."

*Stan’s tone was casual but still tinged with disbelief, his attempt at politeness barely masking the fact that he was still reeling. He gave the Flareon a slight, awkward nod, as if that would somehow make the situation feel more normal.*

Stargleam:ofc! I know exactly what to get you!

*she says laughing a little*

*a young bat pony flies towards him* oh my gosh!! Are you a human? I've only seen humans in myths! Do you guys really have hands? I gotta write this down!!

*she says asking too many questions excitingly*

There isn't much that surprises Ford, but the sudden appearance of a talking pony certainly made the older man raise his eyebrows. He had seen creatures like this before, but it wasn't in reality, rather one of Mabel's favorite cartoons.

"Oh! Well, yes! I do in fact have hands!" He can't help but chuckle, and raises his hands to illustrate the point.

I made this art of poneh ford based on the song I was listening to.. I forgot which song that was, though, lmao-

I finally did a piece after a terrible artblock. I decided to experiment with a new shadeing technique so sorry if it looks off.

So I've been seeing trolls blow up lately and it recently kinda got me back to the fandbase while I was still on mlp brainrot so all you get is a ponified groppy digital art lmao.

*reblog* *reblog* *reblog*

Every time you reblog this jk.rowling steps on a lego

Here's more of my pokemon au..I recently got back into it so expect more art of it ^^

Fire:yup pretty much..I can't blame them since protogens have mechanics and all that but still-

*she says*

*A corgi protogen is hiding out in a cave in the woods of Gravity Falls. There seems to be a lot of things inside the cave. Gems and collectibles* she seems to be decorating the place*

Firefloofy:hm..it's been a few days since I've been in this dimension..I missed grass and land..

*she says sighing*

(Is it okay to rp more than one character? ^^)

Ford was just enjoying a nice relaxing walk when something caught his eye. Walking over to a nearby bush, he pushed away the leaves and found the entrance to a cave. The hole led to an underground den, and from afar, he observed a Corgi Protogen, a creature he had never seen before!

Fascinating, he thought to himself, not wanting to startle this creature. So he hid behind a nearby rock. The creature seems sentient... perhaps it would find me creepy for hiding and watching it...

"Ahem, is anyone in here?"

Uri:Well, they did have it rough, but in the end, they did make up and are sailing around the world together. Anyways yeah! I don't think I wanna explain anything more! I don't wanna traumatize you guys more-

*she says, looking up at them. Takeing a deep breath. When she took the breath, smoke came out of her mouth*

*a flareon pops out of nowhere*

Uri: Wow, a universe where stan and Ford aren't baby boomers? Dang, you are one of the lucky ones! Believe me, I met many Stan and Fords! Anyways, how's life going for yall?

*Stan and Ford stood frozen, staring at the bright colorful creature in front of them. Its voice— clear, articulate, and entirely unexpected— hung in the air like an impossible riddle. Each twin reacted in their own way, though both were clearly struggling to process what was happening.*

"Woah… you can talk?"

*Stan took a step back, his hand reflexively moving to rub the back of his neck. His brows shot up, and his tone was a mix of shock and awe. He blinked a few times, half-expecting the Flareon to vanish into thin air. It didn’t.*

"Who are you? Actually, what are you?"

*Ford stepped closer, his curiosity outweighing his surprise. He adjusted his glasses, squinting slightly as if trying to make sense of the scene before him. His tone was calm, analytical, the excitement of encountering something new bubbling just under the surface.*

*Stan glanced at his brother, noticing that Ford was already falling into scientist mode, completely ignoring the initial question. Realizing he’d have to handle the social side of things, Stan sighed and turned back to the Flareon.*

"Well, uh… we’re doin’ just peachy. For the most part anyway."

*Stan’s tone was casual but still tinged with disbelief, his attempt at politeness barely masking the fact that he was still reeling. He gave the Flareon a slight, awkward nod, as if that would somehow make the situation feel more normal.*