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Little wip of two happy chibi boys.

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Afternoon walk with Daddy and Papa

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Still not sure how I feel about letting people have that much access to me, but it could also be fun

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https://youtube.com/shorts/4gixqEy63f0?si=aN1UqeJ1FoH5842v

Ford with either Stan or kitten Stan.

Cat Stan hates it right up until he gets comfortable then just passes out in the swaddle, grumbling that he's not a baby. Then he demands Ford hold him like that whenever he doesn't want to walk. Because he's too lazy to climb onto Fords shoulders and not because he enjoys it or likes listening to Fords heartbeat! No other reason!

Only Ford is allowed to do this. Everyone else is instant death.

Kitten Stan is exactly the same, except smaller and cuter when he makes demands.

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Pinky and the brain as Aziraphael and Crowley? ;)

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Steph, this is Clem Fandango, can you draw me?

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Heeeyyyyyyy

How about a few quick requests?

I will do GF ones, but I’ll be making a preference for other fandoms :3

No OC’s, keep the prompts simple, and send em to my ask box!

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🖤Hopelessly Devoted To You🤍

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Forduary 2025: Journal 3

Ah yes journal 3, the book that included when everything went wrong for three men..

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Had the idea of a chimera Ford for whatever reason. I just liked the design and idea

Hope you like!

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Had the idea of a chimera Ford for whatever reason. I just liked the design and idea

Hope you like!

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Is there gonna be more chubby ford

Always

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The Stygian Infant

A small wish fulfilling "Astyanax Lives" fic, in which Odysseus is given another option.

Odysseus told himself he wasn’t a monster as he walked towards the window.

The little bundle clenched in his hand stirred and gave a small whine of protest; his stomach clenched, and his steps faltered.

I’m just a man.

He forced himself to take another step.

Doing this now will ensure my family’s safety in the future.

He had never seen a window that looked so forbidding before.

I just want this business to end so I can go home.

...It shouldn’t feel so wrong.

The view was so high; it would kill a grown man to fall from this distance, let alone a-

Odysseus closed his eyes, biting down on his lip hard enough that he felt a sharp pang, and the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, and slowly raised his arm.

The cries were a little louder now, more persistent as the child struggled to free himself from his cloth prison.

Just go to sleep, little one, like you were when I found you.  You shouldn’t have to be awake for this.

Forgive me.

His hand was trembling too hard, he could barely start to loosen his fingers’ grasp-

“I’ll take that, if you don’t mind.”

The voice was quiet, and somewhat raspy, but Odysseus heard it perfectly over the cries and the crackling flames of the city below.

It startled him into opening his eyes; his hand nearly dropped the bundle, but reflexively caught it again just in time.

Stupid fool; you could have ended this just now, he scolded himself, ignoring the flicker of relief in his heart.

Automatically his other hand reached for his sword as he spun around-

-only to immediately drop again when he saw the figure standing behind him.

Odysseus knew right away that this was another god.

He wasn’t shining with celestial splendor like Lord Zeus, or Athena, or even Hermes; but even in his dark robes and shadowed features, he couldn’t possibly be anything else.

And when Odysseus realized which of the gods he must be, he felt his heart clenching with dread anew.

“Well?” the Rich One demanded, holding out a pale hand, “I haven’t got all day.  And neither have you, if you don’t want my brother to see that you haven’t carried out his orders yet.”

Odysseus looked down at the bundle; one tiny hand had escaped, little fingers wiggling plaintively.

He looked up at the impatient face-and without, for once, thoroughly considering the consequences of his actions, he offered the child to the lord of the dead.

To his surprise, he accepted the babe and tucked him into the crook of his arm with an unprecedented level of something that looked almost like tenderness.

The look faded back into annoyance as he met Odysseus’s gaze again; but he just shook his head and muttered, as he stepped back into the shadows, “Don’t know why that idiot enjoys playing these games.”

Within seconds he was gone, the child with him, and Odysseus was alone in the room, wondering what in Ha-what had just happened.

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So many new souls surrounded the banks of the River Styx; many of them without proper burial rites, because their loved ones were dead themselves, and so were cursed to wandering the banks for a hundred years.

Persephone frowned, and twisted her hair between her fingers as she watched the latest cluster of Greeks and Trojan shades materialize.

Part of her thought she should be relieved that this war was over at last, but it all seemed so…wasteful.

Was it really worth starting all this for a stupid apple?

Not that it was actually about the apple, Persephone sighed to herself as she went to supervise those poor souls who had managed to somehow receive last rites and were being ferried across, if Hera and Athena had really wanted their own golden apples that badly they could have bargained with Mother for some.

No, this was to salvage their own hurt pride because a foolish young man-oh look, there he was over there, still bleeding from the wound the heartbroken Oenone had refused to heal-had chosen the love of a married woman over their bribes gifts.

Persephone tried to distract herself from her troubling thoughts as she made her way to the Hall of Judgement; Minos and the others were going to have their plates full today.

Goddess or not, by the time the last unremarkable foot soldier had been sentenced to the fields of Asphodel Persephone was exhausted.

She made her way slowly up the steps to the palace, instinctively giving the pomegranate tree a wide berth; even though she had made her peace long ago with being part of the Underworld for half of every year, seeing it still caused a small ache of longing in her heart for the chance to see the sun again and feel flowers growing under her feet.

…But, she reminded herself when she opened the door and saw a familiar tall figure pacing in front of their thrones, the Underworld had come to have its benefits as well.

“Hades?” she called, stepping lightly over the threshold.

Something about the way her husband turned to face her seemed…unexpectedly guilty.

As did the way he was clutching a small cloth bundle that he almost seemed to be rocking.

A small cloth bundle that was moving, and making noises that sounded like-

Her steps slowed.  “Is that-”

Hades gave an embarrassed nod, and held out the bundle so she could see the baby nestled inside.

It wasn’t the first time the soul of a child, even an infant, had come to their realm, tragic though it was.

Despite the fact that they usually hadn’t lived long enough to accomplish great deeds, or even evil ones, Persephone used her influence as best she could to keep them out of Asphodel, lobbying for metempsychosis as often as possible so they would actually have a chance at living; the other patrons of the Underworld often grumbled that she was too lenient with the mortals, but would silence themselves at once at a look from her husband.

There were even occasions when Hades would allow her a chance to hold and comfort the newly dead little ones for a while.

But there was something different about this baby, she realized; his skin was a healthy, vibrant color that stood out against the dark and cold, and the dark eyes that stared at her contained a spark not usually present among the dead.

Persephone’s jaw dropped.  “Is-is that-”

Hades nodded, and gave her a look that he would emphatically have denied was sheepish.  “Yes, he’s alive.  He’s Astyanax, the last prince of Troy.”

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Hades had bribed Hermes to bring him the horn of Amalthea, and at once put it to work bringing forth a supply of milk for the little one.

Once he’d been fed and released pent-up air, Persephone made up a little sling and tucked him against her chest; he settled into sleep in a matter of minutes.

That done, she turned to Hades with a look indicating that she wanted an explanation.

Most mortals who imagined him as being an eternally grim, pitiless figure of darkness would have been flabbergasted by the way he hunched his shoulders and brought one mighty hand up to rub the back of his neck at his wife’s gaze.

“...My brother was forcing one of the Greeks to…well.  Put an end to him so he wouldn’t seek revenge on his people once he was grown.”

Persephone wished she could say she was shocked that Lord Zeus would do such a thing.  As it was, she could only flinch and cradle Astyanax a little more protectively.

Hades winced, and nodded.  “I know.  And…he couldn’t, or more likely wouldn’t , see that there are other futures available for him, and it’s always possible that he might want to rebuild his city’s honor if he learns the truth, but…”

Even though he didn’t say the words, Persephone agreed with what he was so clearly thinking: there was no honor in killing an enemy too helpless to fight back.  Especially before they had done anything worth killing them for.

Especially if they were only a babe.

“What if Zeus finds out he’s here?” she asked after a moment.

Her husband smiled dryly.  “He’s already expecting him to be here.  I see no reason to mention that it’s not with all the usual requirements met.”

Persephone actually covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, before regaining her composure and moving on to her next concern.

“We can’t keep him here forever, though.  Not while he’s still living.”

“I know.”  Hesitantly Hades came closer and peered over her shoulder at the sleeping face, slightly squashed from where it was pressed against her chiton.  “I thought he could stay at least until Zeus forgets about him.”  Persephone could hear his eyes roll as he muttered, “Which probably won’t take too long,” and this time she couldn’t hold back a full laugh.

Astyanax stirred and grumbled, and she spent a moment rocking and shushing him until he settled again.

She was already thinking that Melinoë and Macaria might enjoy having a new playmate once he was old enough.

“What about the mortal?” Persephone finally asked.  “The one Zeus wanted to kill him.”

Hades shrugged.  “He’ll likely never have to see him again, not if we handle things properly.”  He glanced upwards, in the direction of the mortal realm, and grimaced.  “...And something tells me he’ll have more than enough blood on his hands before I next lay eyes on him.”

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I don't really have plans for how to continue this, but I have been toying with the idea that after The Cyclops Saga Astyanax ends up with a ghostly Uncle Polites who is happy to help babysit him when Hades and Persephone are busy.

...There are some stories in which Astyanax survives, okay? Just let me have this.

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Where to Now?

Page 3-4, Page 5-6, Page 7-8 (coming soon)

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Forduary 2025: Journal 2

Week 2 and look my very first Billford fanart! I personally don't hardcore ship this (but I'm all for them having a past toxic relationship that end with Ford moving on and Bill never changing)

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This is my version of Ford Pines as I did with Stan for @forduary for an MLP AU where he's a unicorn as Stan is a pegasus. He has polydactyl in each hoof and his cutiemark reflects that. His pony name is Golden Shine.

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@stanuary week four: Healing

Oof, sorry for uploading this now but I got super busy and finally got the time to finish it.

This was also during the time of the charity stream so I wanted to jump on the bandwagon and draw my favorite moments from it

Nothing better than spending the day bonding in your Grunkles dream boat am I right? :')