#ghost stan pines

[innactives-blog]

Stan’s going through it after waking up as a ghost. Actually, let’s be honest— he’d been going through it for a long while now.

[trekkerac]

he's like a faulty lightbulb

[such-a-daydreamer]

Based off of this tweet

Frankenstan ghost au by @trekkerac

[cyphertronix]

More ghost Pines bros and how the twins met them outside of Gravity Falls

how they died

[mrdespondency]

pray for me brother

[ryanishyperfixating]

I got a lot of love for my FrankenStan AU, so let’s check in!

While planning out the full comic I considered having ghost Stan be a part of it, but I felt like he would drastically change the tone so he probably won’t show up. I want to keep the tone pretty consistent.

Anyways here’s a small comic panel to show what Stan’s ghost is up to while all the ensuing shenanigans are happening (and a sneak peek of said shenanigans)

Bill using Stan’s voice to call for help.

Imagine, you just shot your brother, he got possessed by a demon, and now for the next few days you have to listen to your brothers voice beg you for help even though you know it isn’t him and if you try to help him you’re as good as dead.

[birdskullz]

SAWIMS UPDATE:

tfw ur stuck in an elevator w/ ur twin brother and ur own corpse. does that make u triplets???

[hazerup]

Ghost Stan just to get it out of my system :D

[angelyuji]

ghost stan haunting the mystery shack after it closed down years ago.... walk with me.

18+!!!!!! minors dni!!

cw // dubcon (under the cut), monster??ghost sex, reader described with female genitalia????? idk how else to describe it

you moved to gravity falls a longggg time after the mystery shack closed down and the realtor in charge of the shack was sooo hype to just get it off their hands, so u got the place pretty cheap. you'd clean up the place, excited to renovate ur new home and explore the very old mystery spot.

it would start off as cold touches like you’re sweeping and you feel a cold hand on your back, you’re cooking and it feels like an arm wraps around your waist. you ignored it all, knowing the place was old and odd. so you ignored it. you ignored the cold spots, the occasional feel of a hand on your ass, the feel of someone watching you shower, the feeling that someone else was in the house with you because, at the end of the day, nothing bad has happened to you!

you ignored it all until one night. you were wrapped on your covers, warm and peacefully asleep, when a chill runs through your body as your blankets are pulled off. you open your eyes, blearily looking around for your blanket. your eyes focus on a blurry image of a man, standing at the edge of your bed. fear paralyzes you as you register the ….

his hand was cold and rough, almost transparent as he slides it up your leg. you can hear his voice, but nothing registers in your head. he pulls down your pajama bottoms and slides a cold finger up your leg, you couldn’t move, paralyzed in fear. you swallow a moan as he presses a thick finger against your underwear. “w-who are you?” you choke out as he starts to pull your underwear.

“i’ve got a lot of names, baby.” the old man dips his head to your shoulder, whispering into your ear. “mr. mystery is one of my favorites though.” you try to stop him, but your hands go through him, unable to grab hold of him. he laughs at your antics and grips your legs tight. he smiles wide and pushes a cold, thick finger inside you. you clench around him, chills going up your spine. “come on, cutie. just relax and you’ll have fun.” you feel him pull out and push in, slowly, savoring the feel of your cunt clenching around his finger. “fuck,” he grunts, “so fucking hot.” you arch your back, as he pushes two fingers in, freezing you to your core. you moan as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, mind going numb.

but as you clench your thighs together, he pulls his fingers out. you whine, “please, no- i need-” he laughs at your begging. he shoves his fingers into your mouth and you suck them clean, tasting yourself around two translucent fingers.

“i’ll be back, pretty.” he grins. you blink and he’s gone.

ghost stan doesn’t come back for a couple days after that and you notice when you realize no one had felt you up while you were in the shack. you had done some research on the shack in that time and realized that it was not a weird dream but the stan pines who was haunting the place. a couple more days go by, and you were getting restless, hoping to see the man and question him. you try some summoning bs you found on the internet- nothing, you call his name 3 times like beetlejuice in the living room- nothing, and you even try to find his grave or living relatives- nothing. at some point, you gave up and went back to convincing yourself it was just a dream…. until a month later when stan decided to pop back up.

[beetlbi]

GF au where Stan died/disappeared under ~mysterious~ circumstances just before breaking Fords science project. The only thing left behind was a still running perpetual motion machine and an empty bag of toffee peanuts

[innactives-blog]

I posted the first chapter of a new Gravity Falls story, “I Know How To Live (I Don’t Know How To Die)” where Stan is a ghost and ghost shenanigans ensue.

If you haven’t checked it out yet, please do so! And let me know what y’all think.

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Are you really siblings if you don’t argue with each other during a life and death situation?

(Scene is based on “Snakes in the Garden” by Miss_Ginger_Bread on Ao3}

[cyphertronix]

Ghost Stan this Ghost Ford that what if they BOTH were ghosts

EDIT: how they met

[tornrose24]

I can’t wait to see how crazy this will get! (Especially because I made sure to include some non-human options). I feel like I can guess the outcome knowing this site, but maybe I will be pleasantly surprised. Have fun and remember to pick wisely. Don’t do it to be ironic!

[babyblankyerror]

[misteria247]

Stanley gesturing to a corkboard: I've connected the dots.

Ford quirking an eyebrow at said board: You haven't connected anything.

Stanley insistent: I've connected them.

Ford about ready to argue

Fiddleford placing a finger on Ford's mouth: Shh Stanford let him speak.