Queerest Bill (TM)

Queerest Bill (TM)

This scene had me cracking up in my living room at 2am so I was legally obligated to draw it.

(AU by the incredible @ckret2 go read it, I’ve already gotten 2 people to read it and I want to infect more)

my true favourite human bill is @ckret2 ‘s goldie locke from their sizeable fanfic wasting away in the goldielocks zone

Little bastard.

Advil ibuprofen. He is terrible. Dramatic. Kick him. He deserves it.

The one problem with resurgence of Gravity Falls on Tumblr is that I’m now having trouble determining whether the art of a disheveled middle aged man with the unnaturally yellow eyes is Ford Pines or Arthur Lester from Malevolent.

commission for jay_sus_renamon_in_vent on discord!

Ok this was orginally a joke about how Arthur managed to hit rock bottom so many times but can you imagine if somehow, Parker was able to meet him now?

This man, that Parker pulled off a bartop and into a detective's office because he couldn't stand to see someone so clearly hurting left alone. This man, who was cold and angry and hated everything he was and had been allowing some wound he never mentioned to fester for years, but at his core was genuine, and kind, and wanted to help people. This man, who Parker found drowning himself in booze and pulled him up from the bedrock, who he was close enough with to share an apartment and an office. This man, who strangled Parker to death with his bare hands.

Who is now covered in a patchwork of scars that should have been -and were- the end of him. Who is now willing to draw his gun on anyone, who might even enjoy doing so if Parker looks a little too closely. Who has been fractured, the shattered pieces of a tender soul that was hardened into glass pushing up against his skin as if they were trying to claw their way out of this husk of a man. Who has died. Who has wanted to die. Who has been rendered blind, yet has born witness to so much more than any human was ever meant to.

This man, who would hear Parker's voice, and his face, but not his eyes, would fill with dread as the implications crashed down on him.

This man, who would go against his instincts and lunge forward, crushing Parker into a hug, because he knows all too well that if he isn't holding onto something so tightly his knuckles go white, it will be taken from him.

This man, who knows he can't save anyone he loves, who hasn't been able to save anyone he loves, yet who finds himself loving and losing regardless

This man, who Parker would take by the shoulders, hold at arm's lenght, look up and down across the tapestry of all manner of hurt and loss that has been woven into his skin and his soul and ask

"What the hell happened to you, friend?"