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A old conversation….
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.
Behold my brainrot personified! I decided to mash up my two hyperfixations for the Handyman AU and MLP lmao, I had to learn to *animate* for this.
Go check out the @handymanbill au it’s REALLY good
Mlp x Gravity falls | Rainbow Falls Au! HAVE YOU COME TO STEAL MY EYES???
I absolutely LOVE the Bill Goldilocks Cipher AU. (AU by @ckret2) I love it to bits. I think that its important everyone knows WHY I love it so much so more after the cut
I have recently gotten into reading the Bill “Goldilocks” Cipher AU, and I’m absolutely in love. (As an important note, I am on chapter 45) Not just because of the characterization and how it feels like how all the characters would act and adventures that could happen in the show, but also because specifically what Bill looks like. And I WILL INFODUMP!
Bill, for context, is stuck in this body. it’s not something he’s possessing, it’s his own body, but it was made by a computer. He created it instantaneously to escape the Theraprism (in an INCREDIBLE one shot I suggest fans of the Book of Bill read)
But then he got stuck. He couldn’t leave it, his soul was essentially stitched to the body with no powers and no way to escape. And he hates it. Bills body doesn’t look like him, not because it’s a woman, because it’s a human, and he wishes he was still a 2D triangle. The FACT that it’s a woman, the fact that it doesn’t match up with what we the audience imagine Bill would look like, let’s us imagine some of that “this isn’t right” dysphoria that is so essential to the story and Bill’s characterization. Of course we would imagine Bill to be a man, but he isn’t here. When he says he hates how his body curves and moves, we think, “oh, he means cause he’s a woman” NAW HE JUST WANTS TO BE 2D! It’s BRILLIANT!
But that’s not all!
Bills entire reason for escape is because he doesn’t want to stop being himself. He doesn’t want the prison to take away his memories or make him “perfect”, he just wants to be him and he’ll do anything to stay himself. He wants to be free.
and then when he escapes to try to stay himself forever, to “freedom”, he’s immediately trapped again. He’s trapped inside Gravity Falls, he’s trapped with the Pines, but worse; he’s trapped in a foreign body. He isn’t himself. The thing he wanted most cost him what he was fighting for to begin with.
This AU is so beautiful. It’s amazing. I adore it. And Author, if you’re reading this, your work has brought me many days of brainrot and joy.
Also, importantly, I haven’t read through the authors blog, so there’s a chance that they just think Bill should be a woman and that’s just what he would look like humanized, and there’s nothing deeper than that and I’ve made a fool of myself. If that’s the case, and the whole “the audience understands the dysphoria” part isn’t correct, I apologize, but if that is what you were going for, you did it perfectly and please never stop writing because it inspires me.
Also I have more fan art coming this AU really did give me serious brainrot like nothing else
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
It just occured to me that Stan technically canonically liked to draw, so here's my take of what Stanley's sketchbook would have looked like had he never gave up on art :]
Stanley first found this sketchbook left behind in a dumpster next to a library. The rings that once held the pages together were broken and warped, so he instead fashioned himself a jury rigged binder by weaveing one of his shoelaces through the holes in the side. In the end, it was essentially just a stack of barely held together paper, but he was still satisfied with it.
Pencils were easy enough to snag from the store since they fit so easily inside his pockets; but he had to settle for the shitty stubby pink erasers that barely did its job on the end of the pencils if he made any mistakes.
Stanley wasn't much of a poetic guy, and he didn't do the kind of art that had deep symbolism or meaning behind them. He was more the kind of artist that just drew what was in front of him, plain and simple. Had he been younger, he might have been able to fill in this cobbled together sketchbook in a matter of days, page after page filled to the brim with creatures and adventures of the wildest dreams.
Well, Stanley wasn't exactly a sprightly young child anymore with a boundless imagination to take inspiration from, but 10 years was a long time to be on the road and moving around, so there was plenty for him to draw.
![[Summer of 1971, Kentucky- Natasha Jones. Stanley met her at a small farmers market located in a somehow even smaller backwater town. His fingers were itching for something to distract themselves with from the dull inactivity of the town, and he found his eyes drawn to Natasha lounging behind her fruit stand just across from him. Her body language was languid and loose, like a cat. She hadn't appreciated it when she caught him staring, but was apologetic when she realized she gave Stanley a black eye not for being a pervert, but for simply drawing her. She and him still keeps in contact to this day.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/69134ecf59bfb42d270ef38873aac07d/7cd7adcd505f3026-aa/s500x750/b81c441970be6612abc1f55496bb1585da9b8330.png)
![[1972- Carla McCorkle. Stanley crossed paths with her completely out of the blue at the Juke Joint. During a brief pause in their dancing escapade, Stanley managed to roughly capture Carla's dancing in his sketchbook. He was enraptured by her boundless energy, and wanted to challenge himself to try and imitate her lively movements and poses on paper.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/b4f60aabc5c4efb4e745675e9bc6534f/7cd7adcd505f3026-a6/s500x750/f1e8b7b74103735b3b09b3b67d68ac99c287d7f4.png)
(My primary goal was just to make these pages look as realistic as possible, but I did add in mini backstories in each of the pages' image description, if you feel like reading that :])
![[1973- Jack Andersen. Jack was a travelling business man who was staying in room #26 at the same motel Stanley was temporarily residing. Stan doesn't remember what it had been about Jack that intrigued him so much at the time. It might have been his voice, or his height, or his face. In any case, Jack noticed him hunched over the counter and scribbling a portrait of him onto a scrap piece of cardboard from across the lobby. He offered to meet up later to give Stanley a better view of what he was drawing. Stan still has his phone number.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/348ff999e6f56b3b54fed6e16d14b0ce/7cd7adcd505f3026-1b/s500x750/05d525bfa97ca81403feb0320aa9c48515777468.png)
![[1973- Maddison. She was the waitress attending to Stanley at the diner he had taken a pit-stop at to evade the pouring autumn rain. She had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, and she seemed delighted when he showed her the small portrait he had done of her in cheap blue ink on the receipt.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/2bd36e7e2c26f55bcb0db2e0ccde8865/7cd7adcd505f3026-3d/s500x750/3f751d8a01f8e5d2da713eed82f000444d00072a.png)
![[1974- Jimmy Snakes. For such a laid-back man, Stanley never seemed to be able to catch him staying still long enough to draw him. He didn't get the chance to draw him a whole lot.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a0995f71a145946a9cb78d42671565ed/7cd7adcd505f3026-e8/s500x750/57b0cfb38606b1724bb06a6d14b56ecc52213010.png)
![[Winter of 1974- Sarah Campbell. Stanley met her out on the streets begging for money with an empty coffee cup. It was cold enough to see your breath fog, and she looked far too young to be homeless already, but she had one of the sunniest smiles that Stan had ever seen on another person. He was dragged into keeping her company when she noticed his sketchbook in his pocket and practically demanded that he draw her. He indulged her, and let her hijack the sketchbook to doodle her own drawings onto the page. She left to beg in a different area after about an hour, and Stan never saw her again. He still thinks about her sometimes. She reminds him so much of Mabel.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/55c17e78fe05d25643f92fc966891f2e/7cd7adcd505f3026-09/s500x750/48c71dbc2c1aa72e8a98c1327581da153e4d2f47.png)
![[June 1975- Morrison. They met at a seedy bar in a random town that Stan doesn't care to remember the name of. In the afterglow of their one night stand, Morrison asked for Stanley to draw him after learning of the latter's hobby. He remembers Morrison walking out on him with a huff when he saw that Stanley never once drew his face.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c523ad68e3bef47801d93e9cc5036c67/7cd7adcd505f3026-06/s500x750/94565141d6bee440bb709097c73fe11cdeb73602.png)
![[He doesn't remember drawing this one.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/d6ebed0f18d8bbe25c8eca10597433e7/7cd7adcd505f3026-ef/s500x750/55c6c35f4fb3138c99cce763c54b8a28faf75672.png)
![[1976, Colombia- Ana María. She was one of the muscles involved in a cartel mission that Stanley was participating in. His boss didn't notice him sitting in the corner with his sketchbook balanced on his knees during the meeting, and Ana María certainly didn't seem to care, although she definitely noticed him.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/2847c52820543455c6345facc1ecc1df/7cd7adcd505f3026-c8/s500x750/b8cc0f766f35afa5d930e748c8c8d4f98dce4f07.png)
![[1980, Colombia- Stanley only barely managed to hide his sketchbook from the guards during the initial body search, and he never dared to pull it out in front of his inmates, lest they damage it. Besides, pencils that weren't being used as a stabbing weapon was a rarity in prison, and paper was bound to get ruined with blood at some point or another]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a3b0b854e8ada0ab970528ac185f449f/7cd7adcd505f3026-50/s500x750/4daccad164f0f85e41bfbfd17e7c4666720a17d9.png)
![[Summer of 2012- Mabel and Dipper Pines. Stan remembered the day he first met the twins; not in Gravity Falls, but at Piedmont, California, almost a decade ago. They had been so small at the time, and Stan had been having such a hard time stifling his tears that he was barely able to hold his pencil properly to draw the slumbering pair, cocooned in their tiny blankets. The extra sixth finger on his gloves hadn't helped with his shakiness, but he was desperate to busy his hands so Shermie didn't notice him crying. He did anyways, and Shermie himself had looked like he was about to burst out laughing at the sight of Stan, the traitor.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/265cd813e2847aa0c8af43425d9eece1/7cd7adcd505f3026-4b/s500x750/14ee598b9c18d0857e8e03e49919507186955a3b.png)
I've been thinking about these tags the last two days
Haven’t collabed with @renconner in a long while for a mini comic (minus our big one, Instinct). We were talking about one of Stan’s lowest moments involving being outside with that damn sign, so we decided to make a comic with Stan remembering it. I’ve also kinda of assumed Filbrick would lie to Ford about what’s going on with Stan (Stan probably did too to some extent).
He ached to be revered again.
He wanted to be awed again.
(Bill “Goldilocks” Cipher by the amazing @ckret2, go check them out if you haven’t already!)
Fiddtober prompt list!!!
I made two versions choose whichever you like or mix them together
Pairings are welcomed too!!! Do whatever you want!!!!
Fiddauthor in fanon is often doomed toxic unrequited type yaoi, and I DO love some angst, but y'all forget how much Ford loves that guy
"His brilliant mind and amusing quirks have made this task infinitely more enjoyable"
"One of the kindest hearts I've ever seen"
Sorry. From DAY ONE being roommates in college, he ran up to Fiddleford (after he'd been crying and wanting to leave) and was like "I won't sleep until I prove your theory!!"
He was so excited to work with him and be best friends. The adoration is unreal. Fuckass BILL got in his head and turned him against Fiddleford. They were so sweet to each other, and Ford wasn't selfish from the start, but Bill went all Frodo and Gollum on him and Ford screwed up bigtime because of it
"I'm sorry Fiddleford" had been on loop in his head for 30 years, I'm not over that
General sketch collection
Meet my special boy, Possum Fiddleford!!🐾
And caaaat Ford, yes...
The Statue
BILLTOBER DAY ONE!! WOOO!!
WE GOT A BEACH DAY EPISODE! Mandatory art, courtesy of my hyperfixation.
(Also the title card style asset took me so long because the tutorial I used didn’t work with Photopea so I basically did it 80% manually 😭 the text around the title is super easy to change but the actual ‘Goldilocks Zone’ part was hell and a half. Ckret if you ever wanted the assets for any reason lmk and I’ll send em over)
Bill “Goldilocks” Cipher was created by @ckret2