#vamp stanley

[kezatron]

big magma dump, who dis?? (part one)

[comically-blu]

just the pines trio hanging around as vampires as Halloween approaches within one day…

[virgil-is-a-cutie]

OOOO NEATO AU IDEA WITH MY SISTER THE VAMP AU FOR GRAVITY FALLS

Stanford is the human, he takes after their father in that aspect

Stanley is the vampire, but ofc made sure to not get too badly hurt in public since it'd be difficult to explain the rapid healing

Stanley was pale and ofc a goth, only becoming semi goth when they became double digits in age and to show the vamp community which of the two was the vamp and which one was The Bunny.

Stanford ofc understood their mother was a vampire and so was Stanley, but it never came across his mind what this meant.

Stanley, however, once he hits puberty is shipped off to a boarding school bc his powers are getting stronger and it doesn't help his mother's parents are from transylvania where the royal vamps are and also the only branch of vamps that need to go to a specific school to learn to control their powers.

Stanley doesn't mind, he learns to control his powers and attends college there for either business or smth but he very much runs a good business.

A decade and a half passes, he was 14 when he was shipped off, and at 29 years old he heads to GF bc Stanford sent him a letter for help.

Except Ford expect a 29 year old looking Stanley forgetting Stanley was the vampire and they slow down in aging at 21.

So Stanley looks 21 years old and very fit.

Canon happens but only bc Ford is bitter at how well Stanley was doing and lashed out while Stanley was trying to reassure him that he could help him.

However, Stanley can't really fake being Ford since Ford was the human twin.

Genna go to sleep, but I will reblog or l'll make a separate post

[troolyart]

You've been spotted

[employee052]

stanleys reaction to narry's astarion cosplay (bc the brainrot really is too high so might as well kill two birds with one stone and do both at once)

[viveela]

Matching costume doodle

[vampirecorset]

Chat my birthday is in less than a week

And I would like the red Stanley and a hug

March 28th chat don’t forget :3

[pheonix-inside]

I am so normal about vampire Fiddleford. I am so normal about vampire Fiddleford I am so normal about vampire Fiddleford I am so normal about vampire Fiddleford

Hahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha

[murkawow]

🕸️🩸vamp Fidds and werewolf Stanley🐺🪶

(not my design)

[ryanishyperfixating]

could I ask your opinion about Fiddlestan, BUT in the Werewolf Stanley and Vampire Fidds?

Instead of answering with words I’m just gonna post a magma doodle me and @golden-berry did at like, 3 am a while ago while I was falling asleep from Benadryl.

And they said that endgame was the most ambitious crossover /j

I wanna draw more vamp Fidds and were Stan but I’ve got a few things I’m working on that I’ve gotta finish first :)

(One of those being making sure to write parts 12 & 13 of my comic correctly and not mess it up, gotta introduce a certain southern man in there properly)

[comically-blu]

Happy Halloween, have the master of fright!

⬇️ Also extra sketches in read more, ft. Vamp Ford and the Pines bros as pirates!

Then Shermie and Penelope (Granny Pines) being lil saps w/ their matching costumes (Penelope being a parrot to Shermie’s pirate tehe)

[cece693]

Touch Starved (Edward Cullen x M! Vamp Reader)

Summary: You were touch starved and didn't mind it. However, not everybody was fine with it. Your mate found it frustrating, especially when this distance caused rumors to swirl.

tags: reader doesn't care about touch, Edward does, rumors, students creating drama, needy Edward

Touch had never been a necessity for you. Even before you were turned, physical closeness felt redundant. You didn’t need to be held or touched to know you were cared for. Love, to you, was a state of being, a quiet understanding, not something proven through gestures or physical contact. The presence of someone you loved—just standing with them in comfortable silence—was enough.

When you became a vampire, this aspect of you didn’t just remain—it intensified. Your heightened senses transformed every little detail into something overwhelming. The smell of a distant forest, the vibrations of life beneath the ground, the heartbeat of a creature miles away, all became vivid. But touch? Touch became unnecessary, intrusive even. Feeling every texture, every pore, every slight imperfection was a reminder of how alien you’d become. Instead of comfort, it brought only awareness of your distance from the human experience.

For a long time, it didn’t matter. When you joined the Cullen family, they learned quickly that casual touch wasn’t your thing. You preferred your own space, your hands often resting quietly in your pockets or folded loosely in front of you. They respected that. Alice, of course, was the exception. Her constant, affectionate touches were something you tolerated, knowing it was how she expressed herself. You didn’t need it, but you didn’t mind it, either. It was Alice. That was different.

But Edward was different too.

Edward was tactile, always reaching out to touch you, needing that physical connection to feel reassured. For him, it wasn’t just affection—it was an anchor, a way to feel grounded in your relationship. He needed the brush of your fingers, the warmth of your hand, the brief press of your shoulder against his. It was how he knew you still loved him, still wanted him. You understood that about Edward, and for the most part, you tried to accommodate him. Even if it didn’t come naturally to you, you wanted him to feel secure.

But over time, your calm detachment, your natural tendency to pull away from physical intimacy, began to stir whispers at school. You had always been composed, quiet, and serene—never one to make a fuss or draw attention to yourself. To the students, your cool distance with Edward was misread as disinterest, something they couldn’t help but gossip about.

"He doesn’t even look at Edward anymore."

"They’re never together—he’s always with Alice. Have you noticed that?"

"I don’t think he’s into him anymore. Relationships fall apart, you know?"

And those whispers, those rumors, fed into something larger. It didn’t take long for people to start trying to test the waters to see if maybe there was truth to the rumors. Jessica Stanley was the first.

"Hey," she had said one afternoon, leaning against your locker, flashing you an overly friendly smile. "If you ever need someone new to talk to, I’m always here."

Her words didn’t register much with you; you'd barely glanced at her. You weren’t irritated or amused—just indifferent. Jessica, like the others, was human. Temporary. It was a passing moment, one that would dissolve as quickly as it came. You saw no need to correct her or give her a second thought. You knew the truth, and that was enough.

But Edward, standing across the hallway, heard everything. He heard the thoughts that accompanied Jessica’s smile, her hopes that maybe, just maybe, she could wedge herself between the two of you. He heard the other students, too—the boys who lingered near you, the girls who whispered when you walked past. It weighed on him more than you realized.

He never let it show but you could feel it. Even if you weren’t one for touch, you could sense the quiet tension building in Edward. He wasn’t just hearing the rumors; he was internalizing them, letting them feed into his own insecurities. His need for physical closeness became a silent plea, something you recognized but didn’t fully understand until much later.

That night, Edward finally spoke.

"Doesn’t it bother you?" he asked, his voice calm, but edged with frustration. You were in your shared room, the darkness outside framing him as he stood by the window, his hands fidgeting with the fabric of his shirt.

You looked up from your book, your expression placid, as always. "What do you mean?"

"The students," Edward continued, pacing slowly. "The rumors. They think we’re falling apart, that you don’t care about me anymore."

You tilted your head. "They’re just rumors. Why do they matter?"

Edward’s golden eyes flashed with a frustration you weren’t used to seeing in him. "It’s not about them. It’s about us. They think I’m losing you. That I’m not enough. And then, when I see them trying to—”

"You know that’s not true," you interrupted, your voice soft. "You know how I feel."

"I do," Edward murmured, running a hand through his hair, his movements sharp with tension. "But hearing it—hearing them think about taking you, seeing how you pull away when I reach out—it’s like I’m losing you. Like you don’t need me."

You exhaled slowly, realizing how deeply this had been bothering him. You loved Edward deeply, more than anyone else, and you believed that your bond would be enough. Hell, he could read your thoughts—how they never strayed far from him—and yet, even that wasn’t enough. He needed to feel it, to experience it in a way you had always found unnecessary.

"I don’t need touch to feel close to you," you said gently. "But I understand that you do. And that matters to me."

Edward’s shoulders loosened slightly, but you could see the residual tension in his posture. "It’s just…I need to know that you still want me. That I’m still important to you."

"I’ve never stopped wanting you," you replied, stepping closer, your calm, steady presence meeting Edward’s anxious energy. You slowly reached out, brushing your fingers along his arm, letting the touch linger, even though it wasn’t something you needed. But you knew Edward did. His eyes closed for a brief moment, and you could see him relax under your touch.

"I’ll try," you said softly. "I’ll try for you."

The next day, at school, you made an effort. You didn’t flinch or pull away when Edward’s hand brushed yours in the hallway. At lunch, when your shoulders touched, you didn’t lean away. It wasn’t dramatic, just subtle adjustments. But Edward noticed, and so did the students. Jessica’s glances faded, and the other boys who had started to hover around you backed off.

For you, the need for touch would always be secondary. It wasn’t how you measured your love, and it never would be. But for Edward, it was everything. And for that reason alone, you would keep trying.

[troolyart]

I drew this so fast you have no fucking idea—

For certain mutuals who find this vampiric flirty bastard attractive: you have shown him affection back and now he won't let you leave, oopsie daisies!

[ferdoart]

OH MY GOSH YOUR ARTSTYLE IS SO PERFECT I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND I WANNA EAT IT UP!!<3333

As for my humble request I beg for more vampire Fiddlestan content please! I’m on my hands and knees!!!

Omggg thank you! I'm working on a 4 part one shot about Vamp Fiddleford x Stanley 💕✨😆

It's taken over me and I must see its completion!!!

[ladyvendetta]

I guess I made it while middle of lunch time

Sorry if it was terrible tho 👀

Btw this is MGS AU of Fiddlestan, can tell Fiddleford really suited to be Otacon while Stanley was Solid Snake (if Stanford was Liquid Snake might be possible and Bill in that universe was just AI)

If ever GF x MGS had a universe imma call it Metal Gear Falls tho (pretty obvious, plus Dipper and Mabel are victims of war like Raiden did a.k.a Child Soldier, plus can tell Dipper and Mabel will be cyberized by Bill, who formed the Patriots)

(Tate McGucket will be Emma cuz Fidds and his wife divorce. Spoiler alert, Fidds gonna cry if Tate was being killed by Vamp/???)

Fiddleford again, making Metal Gears and Philanthropy with Stanley. Idk about Soos??? He will be Sunny.

[a-gil-rebel]

Fanart Friday! Fiddleford Friday! All the Fridays!

Heres some roughs of the GF!Vampire AU I've been tinkering with. (Small Fiddleford my beloved, he's probably normal human height but vamps get extra height stats lol)

Ford, or Dee, rarely stands at full height, always crouched or hunched. Used to hiding and trying to make himself smaller, or maybe something to do with the guilt on his shoulders? And why does he wear gloves all the time?

Fidds probably has the happiest story of a lot of Fiddlefords, and the guy died once already! He travels a lot, and is a bit revenge-happy of the monster who killed him, but always comes back to Gravity Falls to visit his pal Lee.

Stanley, or Lee, lives much deeper into the woods than his canon counterpart, easier to keep things from getting messy. But he also runs his own Mystery Shack - The House of the Occult! (name pending) where he has articles and artifacts of the occult world, only some of which are made-up. Tourists love to indulge in the scary wacky world of cults and mirror mazes that they swear has more than one path out. He's always popping into town late at night for odd ingredients and supplies. Wonder what he does out in that cabin after he closes up shop?