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Hiii, I would like Stanley with his teenage kid please! Can you please write his teenage kid really worried about Stan’s well-being because of how old he is? (ㅅ´ ˘ `) The kid’s thoughts are like “Wait dad’s old enough to be my grandpa…WAIT old people have health problems, what if dad dies while I’m still young?!”

For this idea I actually searched up people’s experiences growing up with old parents

Time.

Stanley Pines with his teenage child

-> mentions of death & grief, nostalgia & romanticised past, parent x child, platonic love, hurt & comfort, no use of y/n, gn!reader, I shed a couple tears writing this so let me know if you also did while reading it

-> I didn't grow up with old parents but my dad has cancer, so I definitely get the fear of losing my dad "before his time", or before it's "expected" to have to part with him.

You had always been aware of it.

You had always known he was old.

Not old old though, like shaky hands and forgetting the route to the grocery store, but old enough that his hair had surrendered to gray long before any of your friends' dads had even thought about it.

His laugh lines were carved deep, like roads on a map, stories etched into his skin. It used to be cool, having a dad straight out of an adventure book -someone who had lived.

But then it hit you.

A quiet, creeping thought, like a shadow growing longer at sunset.

Wait. Dad's old enough to be my grandpa.

And suddenly, the map of those lines felt less like stories and more like warnings.

What if-

No, when Stanley got sick? Old people get sick. Hearts stop. Lungs forget how to breathe properly. Brains glitch and falter.

What if he dies while I'm still young? Before graduation. Before you learn how to drive. Before the future stops feeling like a question mark and starts feeling like an answer.

The thought made your chest hurt, sharp and so, so cold, like winter air sucked in too fast.

You watched Stanley more closely now. Noticed the way he rubbed his knees when he stood up, the pause before he laughed -almost like it took more effort these days. Was that new? Had it always been like that?

Stanley didn't notice, of course. He was too busy being himself -loud, stubborn, soft in ways he didn't think anyone saw. But his kid saw. You saw everything.

And at night, when the house was too quiet and the dark felt heavier than usual, you'd curl up like you used to when they were little. Hugging an old sweater that still smelled faintly of tobacco and coffee, pretending it was enough.

You also thought about the past a lot. About days that felt endless -fishing trips, bad jokes, Stan's warm and solid hand, anchoring you to a world that made sense. Back when forever felt real.

Now, forever has an expiration date.

But Stanley is still here. Breathing, laughing, living. So you started saying "I love you" more, even when it feels weird. You hug him tighter, hold on longer. Because time isn't something you can fight. But love? Love is stubborn. Maybe even more stubborn than Stan.

And that is enough. Was enough for a period of time.

♡◍✧⁠*⁠。

It happened on an ordinary day, which somehow made it worse. The kind of day that shouldn't contain anything heavy -only grocery bags, sunlight, homework and the hum of life moving forward.

Stanley grunted as he bent to pick up a box from the porch, his knees popping like they were trying to remind him of something. He winced, just a little, rubbing his back when he stood. It was quick -barely a flicker of discomfort- but his kid saw it. You always saw it now.

"Hey-" The words shot out before you could stop them, sharp and too loud. "Why didn't you ask me to carry that?"

Stanley squinted, confused. "What? It's just a box of tools. I've carried worse."

"That's not the point!" Your voice cracked, your chest feeling tight.

Stanley frowned, setting the box down with a thud.

"What's your deal, kid? I'm not made of glass."

And that was it. That was the problem.

"You're not, but you're-" you choked out the words, frustration mingling with fear. "You're old, dad."

Silence dropped between you, thick and awkward. Stan blinked, taken aback, like he hadn't really noticed. Like time had crept up on everyone but him.

Your breath hitched, the anger about not taking proper care of himself slipping into something softer and messier.

"You're old and I keep thinking... What if something happens? What if you just… don't wake up one day? What if I come home and you're-"

You couldn't finish. Couldn't say the word. Gone.

Stanley stared for a second more, then sighed, running a hand through his gray hair. He walked over.

"Hey", he said gently. "I'm still here, kiddo."

Well, kiddo, your face crumpled, tears spilling out before you could shove them back down.

"But what if you're not someday? I don't know how to do this without you."

Stan pulled you in, arms wrapping around you like a shield -warm, stubborn. Just like always. His hand rested on the back of your head, rough and steady.

"You don't have to know how" he murmured. "Not yet. I'm not going anywhere. And when I do... 'Cause, yeah, that's how this whole life thing works... you'll still be okay. 'Cause you're my kid. And I didn't raise you to fall apart when I'm gone."

The words didn't fix it. They didn't make the fear vanish. But they helped. A little. Because Stan's heart was still beating under your ear and his arms were still strong around you.

Time would win eventually. But not today.

And today was enough.

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marriage

real quick before i kick into full mermay mode – been doing some lore diving and have a lot of feelings 😭 they’re basically secretly married after a night in lake town by elven & dwarren conventions at this point

(or not-so-secretly, especially after she turns up with a baby bump a few months later 🫣)

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Hiii, I would like Stanley with his teenage kid please! Can you please write his teenage kid really worried about Stan’s well-being because of how old he is? (ㅅ´ ˘ `) The kid’s thoughts are like “Wait dad’s old enough to be my grandpa…WAIT old people have health problems, what if dad dies while I’m still young?!”

For this idea I actually searched up people’s experiences growing up with old parents

Time.

Stanley Pines with his teenage child

-> mentions of death & grief, nostalgia & romanticised past, parent x child, platonic love, hurt & comfort, no use of y/n, gn!reader, I shed a couple tears writing this so let me know if you also did while reading it

-> I didn't grow up with old parents but my dad has cancer, so I definitely get the fear of losing my dad "before his time", or before it's "expected" to have to part with him.

You had always been aware of it.

You had always known he was old.

Not old old though, like shaky hands and forgetting the route to the grocery store, but old enough that his hair had surrendered to gray long before any of your friends' dads had even thought about it.

His laugh lines were carved deep, like roads on a map, stories etched into his skin. It used to be cool, having a dad straight out of an adventure book -someone who had lived.

But then it hit you.

A quiet, creeping thought, like a shadow growing longer at sunset.

Wait. Dad's old enough to be my grandpa.

And suddenly, the map of those lines felt less like stories and more like warnings.

What if-

No, when Stanley got sick? Old people get sick. Hearts stop. Lungs forget how to breathe properly. Brains glitch and falter.

What if he dies while I'm still young? Before graduation. Before you learn how to drive. Before the future stops feeling like a question mark and starts feeling like an answer.

The thought made your chest hurt, sharp and so, so cold, like winter air sucked in too fast.

You watched Stanley more closely now. Noticed the way he rubbed his knees when he stood up, the pause before he laughed -almost like it took more effort these days. Was that new? Had it always been like that?

Stanley didn't notice, of course. He was too busy being himself -loud, stubborn, soft in ways he didn't think anyone saw. But his kid saw. You saw everything.

And at night, when the house was too quiet and the dark felt heavier than usual, you'd curl up like you used to when they were little. Hugging an old sweater that still smelled faintly of tobacco and coffee, pretending it was enough.

You also thought about the past a lot. About days that felt endless -fishing trips, bad jokes, Stan's warm and solid hand, anchoring you to a world that made sense. Back when forever felt real.

Now, forever has an expiration date.

But Stanley is still here. Breathing, laughing, living. So you started saying "I love you" more, even when it feels weird. You hug him tighter, hold on longer. Because time isn't something you can fight. But love? Love is stubborn. Maybe even more stubborn than Stan.

And that is enough. Was enough for a period of time.

♡◍✧⁠*⁠。

It happened on an ordinary day, which somehow made it worse. The kind of day that shouldn't contain anything heavy -only grocery bags, sunlight, homework and the hum of life moving forward.

Stanley grunted as he bent to pick up a box from the porch, his knees popping like they were trying to remind him of something. He winced, just a little, rubbing his back when he stood. It was quick -barely a flicker of discomfort- but his kid saw it. You always saw it now.

"Hey-" The words shot out before you could stop them, sharp and too loud. "Why didn't you ask me to carry that?"

Stanley squinted, confused. "What? It's just a box of tools. I've carried worse."

"That's not the point!" Your voice cracked, your chest feeling tight.

Stanley frowned, setting the box down with a thud.

"What's your deal, kid? I'm not made of glass."

And that was it. That was the problem.

"You're not, but you're-" you choked out the words, frustration mingling with fear. "You're old, dad."

Silence dropped between you, thick and awkward. Stan blinked, taken aback, like he hadn't really noticed. Like time had crept up on everyone but him.

Your breath hitched, the anger about not taking proper care of himself slipping into something softer and messier.

"You're old and I keep thinking... What if something happens? What if you just… don't wake up one day? What if I come home and you're-"

You couldn't finish. Couldn't say the word. Gone.

Stanley stared for a second more, then sighed, running a hand through his gray hair. He walked over.

"Hey", he said gently. "I'm still here, kiddo."

Well, kiddo, your face crumpled, tears spilling out before you could shove them back down.

"But what if you're not someday? I don't know how to do this without you."

Stan pulled you in, arms wrapping around you like a shield -warm, stubborn. Just like always. His hand rested on the back of your head, rough and steady.

"You don't have to know how" he murmured. "Not yet. I'm not going anywhere. And when I do... 'Cause, yeah, that's how this whole life thing works... you'll still be okay. 'Cause you're my kid. And I didn't raise you to fall apart when I'm gone."

The words didn't fix it. They didn't make the fear vanish. But they helped. A little. Because Stan's heart was still beating under your ear and his arms were still strong around you.

Time would win eventually. But not today.

And today was enough.

Thank you for reading! I appreciate you so much 🤍

To support me further, consider leaving a tip here: MyPayPalLink

(⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡ my masterlist

Dividers by @strangergraphics.

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“can mutuals dm you?” my mutuals can fire me from a cannon through a brick wall, looney tunes style. as long as we’re all having fun

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Keyboard go BRRRRRRRRRR

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"There's millions of Tumblr users" to you. To me There's only about 12 and we all reblog the same five posts from each other

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AMAZING.

what a pose~

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Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later

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Six days left 🤍

From the 19th of January to the 6th of February, my REQUEST WILL REMAIN OPEN ✨🌷🤍

After that time period, I'll take a two week break to work on them!

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me: starts new wip

also me: wow this is amazing. this is perfect. i’ll never finish this.

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People who don't re-read books are so funny to me. "I know what happens"..?? Gurl I know what pizza tastes like, still gonna eat another one. I know what a rainbow looks like, you think that'll stop me running outside, camera in hand, to see the next one?

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Personally, I haven't gotten any extreme hate, besides the "you shouldn't write smut with Alastor🤓☝️", but the above is a nice reminder to not take things too seriously.

You're not forced to consume any fanart/fanfiction you don't vibe with, just don't be a hater to the ones that enjoy it 🫶

Time for a serious discussion.

It's genuinely upsetting to me how toxic the Hazbin Hotel fandom has been getting in recent months.

At no point should you ship two characters to the point that you send creators death threats because they wrote a Vox x Fem!Reader fic and you ship RadioStatic. Shipping Vox and Alastor because of their currently (mostly) unexplained past is totally cool. I love the fanart. I love the fics.

But the bullying isn't okay. The death threats most certainly are not okay.

Words hurt. And while that may be the intention, everyone handles words differently.

A fanfiction is almost never that serious.

A fanfiction is NEVER worth coming for someone's writing style, personal insecurities, etc. NEVER EVER EVER.

I've seen blogs I've followed for years deactivate their blogs entirely because they got the courage to post their FANTASTIC WRITING and got tons of hate/backlash because there's people out there who believe that RadioApple, RadioStatic, ect. are the only acceptable things to write for.

I've seen blogs go on hiatus for months at a time because someone bullied them for liking and writing for Hazbin Hotel.

It needs to stop.

A whole bunch of you are acting like CHILDREN over a cartoon made for ADULTS, all because of a non-canon ship.

You're on Tumblr, Toots. You're gonna see x reader fics. You're gonna see x oc fics. You're gonna see oc fanart with canon characters. You're gonna see just about everything.

If you want specific fics related to a specific ship, look up the tags for that ship and read those fics but don't degrade someone who put a piece of their soul into a fic all because you think a Samsung TV should fuck a stag instead of the reader.

Do. . . Do you realize how little sense that makes. . ?

If you see something you like: like, reblog, comment

If you see something you don't like: FUCKIN SCROLL AWAY

For the love of Lucifer's cute little tight ass, fix this fandom. I refuse to see it end up with the same toxicity that the Stranger Things and Marauders fandoms ended up with.

FOR. THE. VERY. SAME. REASONS.

I'm an extremely nice person, my fellow Hazbin writing friends can attest to that. . . But if y'all keep bullying these talented creators into deleting/deactivating their blogs, I'M GONNA LOSE MY MIND 😭

It costs literally nothing to be kind. So be kind. Or else.

Xoxo, Silver ♡

Tagging the big three so it this gets seen.

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remember that even if it’s bad, it’s still better than the draft you didn’t write.

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From the 19th of January to the 6th of February, my REQUEST WILL REMAIN OPEN ✨🌷🤍

After that time period, I'll take a two week break to work on them!

Requesting info/ rules

Fandoms/ characters I write for

How to support the writer

My masterlist