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Damn it's been a while I should make some Mr bill pines AU stuff from @/honeqq(not pinging because I don't wanna disturb HAHAHA) I miss these bozos LMFAO
"Who are you?!"
"I am the doctor!"
Time Lord Stanford anyone? Seriously how come I haven't ever seen anyone draw this idiot as a Doctor Who yet LOLOLOLOL
Yeah this is the one I'll use for my Ford askblog cuz why not
"Allons-y!"
"What?"
"Allons-y, it's French for 'let's go'— Oh nevermind."
Couldn't help myself so I messed with a concept with Ford that I'm surprised I haven't seen yet. I can't tell if I want this to be a separate AU entirely or part of my Ford Family AU so I'll leave that be for now. I also decided to give him a sonic screwdriver instead of his own gadget because the multiverse is a funny thing and well, let's just say it ended up in his hands as a "gift".
Very much inspired by @orxinus' Megalomaniac Ford but I made him a lot more goofy. (I love their AU check them out guys!)
Edit: He now has his own blog! Go bother him on @gftimelord LOLOLOL
Since the poll is practically over and the outfit's largely been decided, I'll be dropping the first post to the strip challenge in a couple hours on my Ford Blog @gftimelord to christen it HAHAHHA- (psst go bother him it'll be funny HAHHAHAH) Thanks for the interaction everybody, I only hope to deliver. Here's the first drabble to start it off with since I am pairing every drawing with a story sequence as promised. You could probably think of this as my interpretation for some kind of continuation to Ford's route in "Swooning Over Stans" by @gfdatingsim since I've genuinely been non-stop playing that game since it's recommendation to me. I will balance med proper and my delulu if it's the last thing I do HAHAHAHA-
Reply to this post as well if you want to be pinged for whenever this challenge updates!
I Accept Your Challenge!
(Stanford Pines x Reader)
After you heard a new challenge becoming trendy among couples you decide to try it on a certain Stanford Pines; just... you didn't exactly explain to him what the challenge was.
Maybe his competitiveness was a good thing in this case. You at least got a bloody good show out of his cluelessness.
Another slow summer day and you were in the living room of the mystery shack alongside the Pines as they went about doing whatever. Navigating your relationship with a certain scientist definitely somewhat of a learning curve but you digressed. Similar to Dipper and Mabel, you'd receive post cards from the twins about their seafaring adventures; your mail just came with additional special letters from your beloved. All of which you'd neatly stowed away in a bag that you always had with you, no use keeping it at home when you were rarely there.
Often traveling for a nomadic lifestyle was serene and fun at times, but you found yourself missing this place. It felt more like a home to you than your own place did in the couple weeks you'd stuck around after your car got smashed into the side of the log cabin.
Who knew that the same man who totaled your car one day would be the same adorable nerd you now called your lover?
It felt a bit like those romance dramas Stan liked to watch but you quickly dismissed that thought. Fairytales weren't real, fate isn't exactly something you believed in either. Stories of princesses finding their prince charmings were mostly smoke and mirrors, things you'd tell a child to give them hope of a better world than reality.
In gravity falls however... you quickly learned that nothing was truly impossible. Never say never in this small town of Oregon.
You sat on the floor next to Dipper and Mabel as they boredly flipped through TV channels; books, papers and crayons littered about around the three of you. The glass danced with colors from the rapidly flipping images while the twins struggled to find anything even remotely entertaining to watch, you couldn't help but allow your mind to wander from the boredom.
You and Ford spent quite a bit of time since you'd arrived at the beginning of the week, frankly you'd made the trip as soon possible when Stan shot you a message that they'd finally docked to spend the summer with the kiddos. You hoped it wasn't all that obvious how much you missed Stanford, but you didn't really need to worry when he was the one who immediately swamped you up in a hug the second you were out of your car. It's only been two years thus far since you've known the man but Stanley and Mabel insisted that you stay with him in his room, you didn't know why they were so adamant until you saw the state of the man's living quarters.
A whole day was spent with the both of you furnishing and cleaning the said room because of that but neither of you complained, most of the time was spent goofing off anyway.
Now... you were wondering where Ford was, not to mention what he was doing. Was he down in the lab tinkering again? You didn't want to disturb him, but you really wanted to find him. Any time spent apart didn't feel like time used to it's full capacity, even if you did enjoy the company of the other Pines; it just wasn't the same.
At some point, you were bored enough to not necessarily care whether you'd be disturbing Ford's work or not when you went down to the lab. It was just last summer when he taught you how to get down there, as well as spilling more about his past. All of which you simply listened to unless he asked anything; it was better to listen and attempt to understand than say or do something that would make it worse.
Seems like he really wanted to get it off his chest too, be transparent with you; something you appreciated.
You were shaken out of your headspace when you heard the rustling of boxes from the lab, as well as some hushed but frustrated cursing. You didn't really recall a time Ford swore unless he was legitimately ticked off, the man made a valiant effort not to compared to his twin.
But they both had sailor mouths anyhow even if it was fitting.
"Ford? Are you down here?"
"Ah-! [Y/N]! What- what are you doing down here?"
You moved closer to him in an attempt to see what he was doing, even if the man looked a bit rattled to be found like this by you.
"What are you doing?"
"I asked first my dear."
Ford chuckled, shifting to hide something behind his back. You pouted at him and crossed your arms. He couldn't help but smile at how cute you looked doing that.
"Was looking for you, Dipper and Mabel are bored watching TV upstair anyway... sooooo- what are you doing?"
You smiled when Ford returned your inquisitiveness with a small laugh, showing you what he held in his hand. A pair of goggles?
"What's that for?"
"I was attempting to sort through which of my belongings I could still use among the ones I wish to discard. Inadvertently I ended up finding these, I think I could still make use of them."
You tilted your head at him as a silent prompt to continue, it took every bit of control from Ford not to laugh again. You looked like a curious puppy, though he figured he shouldn't say that outright.
"It's simply among the items I collected and kept with me through my time in the multiverse. Protective eyewear can be useful for many things."
"Huh, if you have that— does it mean you still have the rest of the outfit?"
Now it was your turn to think Ford was being cute, he just wordlessly blinked at you in surprise. Was your request really that odd? You'd barely seen him in any other outfit combinations, of course you'd be curious.
"I—... I think I do? Why do you ask?"
"Do you think you'd still be able to rock it like you used to?"
"'Used to'? Excuse me?"
"I mean, it's been a couple years... why don't you try it on again?"
Ford laughed once again from your teasing, the way you sassily tried to goad him on was entertaining in it's own right. He was a bit on the fence about the whole outfit however, especially due to the memories associated with it.
It's not that bad compared to some things he'd found though... maybe he could indulge you.
"Hm..."
"I-I mean, if you really don't want to—"
Your panicked stammering was cut short when a warm palm cupped your cheek, meeting Stanford's eyes as he pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. He could feel your skin heat in up in his hand, hiding a cheeky smile in your hair as he held you there.
"I'll show it to you... as soon as I can find the rest of the outfit."
Ford couldn't help but smile wider when your cheerful laugh rang out; it's the best sound to ever have graced his ears in the time he's been alive. A bit surprising given how many things he's been exposed to, but he couldn't name another chime so pleasant.
"I'll hold you to that Ford."
"And I accept your challenge my dear."
YEAAAAH HERE IT ISSSS- TEXT THING CUZ WE NEED INTRODUCTION-
Cruel
[Mr Bill Pines AU: Bill Cipher-Pines x Clifford(Stanford Reincarnation)]
Bill misses his husband and he can’t decide at the moment if this was Karma or just another mistake he’d walked into. Fate could be very kind, but it could also be a very cruel thing.
Inspired by a comic from @honeqq and I decided why not write something related to it! I need to write more stuff for them PLEASE-
Bill had to steel himself once more at the familiar chime summoning him again. He already knew who it was and had a few theories about the reason behind it. The real problem was that he didn’t know if he could take it anymore; each moment felt like a deep cut, with wounds left to fester as his heart battled his mind, tearing apart any semblance of sanity.
He had to mentally prepare himself for every encounter with the lookalike of his deceased husband, the imitation of a man to whom he had once given everything. Just being there was painful—the same voice, the same face, the similar mutation…
But he wasn’t the same man.
Taking a deep breath, Bill stepped in front of the impatient artist, who regarded him with mild annoyance. The artist was blissfully unaware of the constant struggle the god faced just to maintain a decent appearance. For some reason, Bill didn’t dare to explain this to him; it made it easier… sort of.
“Oh, finally. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”
Bill mused that someone must be pulling a sadistic prank, repeatedly putting him in this situation where every waking moment threatened to unleash the flood of emotions and grief once more. This man wasn’t the genius he had once loved. This guy wasn’t Sixer, no matter how similar they looked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’d call you ‘lucky’ number seven, but you’ve just been annoying. Of all the cosmic beings to seek guidance from, you’d think you’d pick one that hasn’t faded into obscurity.”
“You were the muse for this journal’s author, so I thought you’d be able to help me in some way, somehow. I think.”
At the mention of the journal, Bill wanted to shrivel up and die. It was the only one he hadn’t had a hand in writing. The others he had co-authored with his husband, but this one… this one had eluded him for so long, only to be found by… this guy.
He wanted to bash his skull in and scream.
Stanford was gone; that pill had been hard enough to swallow a thousand years ago. Fate just had to rub salt into that open wound. This whole situation was cruel.
“What’s the problem this time?”
“I can’t decide what I want to paint.”
The empty canvas the other man gestured to seemed to beckon him, the stark white void drawing him in and holding him in a vice grip. The triangle stared blankly at the vacant space; an idea flickered to life in his mind, but he hesitated to indulge it. What if he did? It would only unleash another wave of grief, a haunting reminder of what once was and what he had lost to the relentless claws of time and the cold hands of death.
Bill already knew this was going to be idiotic. He felt it in his bones—he was about to make yet another stupidly ridiculous choice. Yet, before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out. Regret settled in immediately after he spoke.
“How about this? What if you painted someone for me? A portrait.”
The reincarnation regarded him with curiosity and interest, and Bill felt an overwhelming urge to gouge out his lone eye at the sight. Don’t look at him like that. Don’t give him the same expression that once held so much love and adoration, the kind that had nearly drowned him. Don’t remind him of those memories. Don’t drive the knife in deeper.
“Sure, I don’t see why not.”
That was the amusement that haunted him: the ghost of a man he had once loved to his own detriment. Someone whose smile caused the edges of his eyes to crinkle with unbridled joy, someone whose gaze never wavered in love and adoration. It was a ticking time bomb to have chosen and loved a mortal; inevitable goodbyes lurked around every corner of his finite life. There was no telling how much time they had left together, yet Bill still felt like Stanford was taken from him far too soon.
What he would have given for just a little more time—one last kiss, one final “I love you.”
He was a god, yet he would have surrendered absolutely everything for just another moment with the man he once called a husband. His equal. His muse.
Bill had to turn away from the other man, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. He quickly blinked them back; after a thousand years, the grief was still overwhelming. It felt like just yesterday he had been in the arms of his lover, and now that love and comfort were nowhere to be found. The ache in his heart throbbed and pounded, emotions turning him soft. What a useless god he’d become. What was once a pleasant feeling had morphed into crippling sorrow.
“If you don’t mind me asking, though… who is it that you want me to paint?”
That was a loaded question, burdened by the lament and grief of a thousand years—a love lost to the hands of time and the embrace of death. The one plane of existence where Bill couldn’t follow. Not as he was. Not when he didn’t have the ability to die. The sickness of an immortal, truly.
“Someone important to me. My muse.”
“You have a muse? Wow. They must be someone incredible.”
Bill could only let out an empty laugh. Stanford was incredible—more than he could ever dare to articulate. Words simply wouldn’t do the man justice; to have a god fall to his knees out of love was an immeasurable feat. The triangle always believed his lover was a force to be reckoned with, a powerhouse and then some. Yet, the relentless sands of time eventually wore him down. Even Stanford's brilliant mind, which had endured so much, couldn’t escape the inevitable; the grim reaper came to collect his dues.
No mortal was spared from that fate.
“Yeah. He was .”
The pain that bled through the triangle’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by the artist, despite his attempts to conceal it. However, the artist chose not to mention it, believing it was best not to pry. After all, it wasn’t his place to interfere; why would he?
Bill cleared his throat and floated up to get a better look at the empty canvas. Every instruction was clear and concise, every requested stroke of the brush executed with intention and purpose. The triangle’s close guidance and precise descriptions of each detail left no room for error; there were simply no mistakes.
As the painting began to take shape, colors and pigments blended seamlessly, crafting an image clearer than crystal. Gradually, the likeness of a man emerged—one with silver hair and a gentle gaze, complemented by a smile that reached his eyes, eyes that radiated immense love and adoration. It was evident that the painting captured an intensely intimate moment; such an expression was not meant for just anyone. Only someone so deeply loved and cherished could inspire a face like that. Only someone who felt eternally young could carry the weight of age with the wonder and joy of a child. The painting became a living juxtaposition.
The artist dropped his paintbrush in surprise; the painting looked so… alive. Under Bill’s guidance, this project had transformed into one of his best works. He couldn't help but wonder if its resemblance to a self-portrait was purely coincidental—an unnerving mirror he had created hour after hour, stroke after stroke, with immense specificity from the triangle beside him. However, the longing gaze from Bill toward the smiling subject made things clear. That action alone spoke more truth than any words they had ever exchanged. Yet, despite the painstaking effort poured into this piece, his eyes were inevitably drawn back to the final product.
It felt… familiar somehow, as if he knew this man, perhaps having met him somewhere before, despite the artist's certainty that he never had.
What was this sense of déjà vu?
The painting was beautifully crafted, distinctly unreplicable, particularly within the eyes of this man, which overflowed with mirth and fondness that clearly belonged to a lover. The expression he wore embodied the true essence of being loved, the purest depiction of happiness.
How had Bill even known about this? Not to mention in such explicit detail…
“Bill—”
“You have your painting, I need some time to think.”
The triangle’s voice trembled with overwhelming emotion, cracking under the weight of his grief. He couldn’t bear to look at the painting any longer. He turned away, unable to face either the finished work or the living, breathing human who looked so painfully similar to the man immortalised in the portrait. Every glance at the painting drove the knife in his chest deeper.
He had been right—this was a stupid idea.
“Just summon me again when you need me,”
Bill muttered, his voice barely holding together. And with that, the god vanished before the artist could even respond.
Back in his original resting place, hot tears spilled from his lone eye as the grief he’d kept buried for so long finally poured out. The triangle broke down into uncontrollable sobs, curling up against a nearby wall, shivering as anguish consumed him. An agonised scream tore from his chest, shaking the very room. It was a miracle he had managed to stay composed for as long as he had.
Maybe he had wanted to see Stanford again—wanted to remember a happier time, to recall a memory frozen in place. The face of his husband, the man he had loved so deeply. But that love was now buried beneath a thousand years of pain and loss, an ache that had festered beyond measure.
Bill Cipher couldn’t move. He stayed there, weeping through the day, letting the weight of eternity crush him.
If he was truly fated to cross paths with that reincarnation, there was only one truth left.
Fate was just so cruel.
Fic is here as well on Ao3!
IT'S HEREEEE OH GOD I TOOK WAY TOO LONG TO POST THIS- I hope my artstyle is acceptable HAHAHA- Anyway, have fun yall and here's the fic that goes along with it-
Strip Challenge: Round 1! (Stanford Pines x Reader)
You tease Ford a little as he models out an old outfit for you. He's largely confused by what you're asking of him but he indulges you anyway.
"Are you ready?" "For the dozenth time, yes, Ford!"
You giggled as Ford finally emerged from the closet, dressed in an old outfit—head to toe in shades of black and grey. For once, he was wearing something different, and you couldn’t help but stare. The man in question, feeling the weight of your gaze, shifted awkwardly, a bit shy.
“It’s... been quite a while since I’ve worn this. I’m surprised it still fits as well as it does.”
The scientist scratched the back of his neck as you approached him with a mischievous grin. There was something playful in your eyes, something brewing, and Ford could sense it. Yet, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what you were planning.
“It looks amazing on you~”
Ford’s pulse quickened as you slowly circled him, inspecting his outfit with a bit too much attention. The way your eyes roamed made him feel a tad self-conscious. Then, without warning, you reached for his hands, gently removing his gloves one by one.
Ford felt his breath hitch in his throat as the gloves slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor, forgotten. Then, without hesitation, you tugged him down for a kiss.
Heat rose to his cheeks as you caught him off guard, the warmth of your lips sending a shockwave through his system. Instinctively, he pulled you closer, his heart pounding as the soft, disarming kiss left him breathless. He was intoxicated by you, by the moment, the world around him disappearing as your playfulness filled the air between you.
Suddenly, the sound of something hitting the floor pulled him back. He blinked, still dazed from the kiss, only to see his goggles lying on the ground behind you. You had tossed them aside with a cheeky grin, leaving him even more flustered.
Ford raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips as he met your gaze, full of mischief.
“Just what are you planning, my dear?”
He asked, his voice low and curious, the spark of excitement unmistakable. Your grin only widened as you leaned in, fingers lightly trailing down his arm, sending a shiver through him.
“You’ll see~”
You purred, leaving him with a whirlwind of curiosity and anticipation, his pulse racing all over again.
WELL TIME TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT AHAHA First part is here
I currently have two AUs that I don't exactly know what to do with or what to properly call them LMFAO- I'll probably write something on Ao3 for it eventually since there's a ton of BillFord and FiddStan in there but yeah-
1st AU: Timelord Stanford (Dr Who what if)
This case was inspired by an RP I had with someone's Bill Cipher on @gftimelord where the triangle starts to be on the mend with Stanford after their ruined past. This to me makes sense because the Doctor is inherently very lonely despite the savior god complex. In that AU where Ford is functionally immortal and Stan and Fidds both at some point die due to his complacency and arrogance— he searches for a companion that can actually keep up with him.
So when Bill visits him during one of those window hours set by the Theraprism, they talk about the triangle's impending demise with their plans to essentially erase him from existence. It's not an outlandish idea given that any inpatient seen as a lost cause would or could be disposed of when it comes to cosmic entities. It's simply the easier option.
The doctor(Ford) is more impulsive, nonchalant, and egoistic compared to his counterparts because he does have the walk to back his talk(this man has been broken by the nightmares and guilt he carries from the deaths he caused; also time war) problem being he doesn't fear death as much as he fears being alone. He's had a fair share of close calls with the grim reaper, but always like some horrible twist he survives. After all, it is a saying that we covet the most what we don't have.
So yeah, he jailbreaks Bill essentially and whatever power limiter is stuck on the triangle get tied to his sonic screwdriver instead and they simply go around the multiverse doing whatever. Most of the reason why Ford isn't caught yet largely has to do with how scared most entities are of him. The doctor is never armed, but it doesn't mean he won't kill.
2nd AU: Modern Era AU (Set in 2024)
This one is more of a shitpost thanks to the young trio I drew a little while back, I'll draw more of them for this at some point while I also try and figure out a decent human Bill design that I like in my artstyle.
But this AU heavily features these four idiots as Undergrad students fucking about college life as they would. This AU is supposed to feature like a more cultivated genius Stanley based around my own dynamic with my brother since I do like me some happy Stan twins.
It just so happens that Ford is also a very much EQ negative idiot and falls for an upperclassman(one year his senior) in BSSE[Software Engineering] who is a close friend to Fidds. He goes by 'Cipher' as an alias since he's a prodigy for his age and very young ethical hacker.
So yes, that's where Bill comes in. Haven't figured out what I want his full name to be yet shoot me some ideas! Ford is very shy when it comes down to talking with Bill whereas Stan is completely chill.
Both Stan and Bill get along very well in this AU because they're similarly chaotic the same way that Fidds and Ford get along because they're the ones holding the other two back from doing something undeniably stupid for shits and giggles.
All of them share some fundamental subjects together(i.e. Math, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Statistics, Research, History, etc.) or take elective courses just so they could chill together. Stan is typically the one who adjusts to the schedule of the other three since he takes BSBA[Business Administration] and is the odd one out when Ford does BSCMB[Cellular Molecular Biology] and Fidds does BSEE[Electrical Engineering].
The FiddleStan in this AU is gonna be c r a z y mostly due to Fidds in this AU is the heir to his family's computer company, so lowkey spoiled nepo baby but also on a very tight leash with his parents. Stan is the kid where 90% of his childhood was parents either forgot him or straight up did not give a flying fuck. So these two kinda work as complements and it's why I decided to pair them together after chatting with a friend about the group dynamics.
So yeah, simpy and adoring Ford and silently aware but shy Bill + rebellious Fidds and supportive Stan. All the more when I actually plan for this AU to have some typical gravity falls shenanigans anyway thanks to a place on earth called the Oregon Vortex.
[I'll likely make fics and comics of these AUs, reply to this post if you want to be tagged for whenever I post something]
Yeah I need to properly name these AUs.
C'mon it's "we become we" the second I saw the dynamic of route 9 in the Mr Bill Pines AU I had to do it HAHAHAHA
The hands were the freaking BANE OF MY EXISTENCE HOLY SHIT- anyway yeah have this while I go sob in a corner since I have a fic relating to this in the works, I just really need sleep it's 4am and I did this HAHAHAHAHA
@honeqq here's the animatic I was talking about I hope you like it :D
AU belongs to them btw I just rot about it like a bunch of other people who want a relatively happier BillFord dynamic :3
Omg I just realized the strip challenge actually reached the milestone ajdisjdjaksj- imma post that tomorrow since I'm tweaking rn because of bio- anyway- since I'm more alive on @gftimelord doing RPs-
Legitimately struggling to decide haha, I don't know if I should keep going with the style I have for the current strip challenge or change it to this one. I've been doodling the twins for my time lord AU which at this point has become my baby LOL- so look them over and just vote on which one you would rather I do.
Recent commission for a Chip Kelly fan. I'm not super into football but I am into Conan the Barbarian and Frank Frazetta, so this was a lot of fun to do. Apologies to anyone whose team appears slaughtered.
NEW COMMISSION FORMAT!
I'm still doing the regual commission format but I really wanted a change of pace, hoping you'd like to have some characters commissioned by me ^^
-payment via Paypal
-one sketch for character, you can either send the pose reference or give me a prompt for the illustration
-complex character will be semplified ( modern or simple clothes)
-please provide complete characters pictures for OCs
please share around!
When I said I liked older men I didn’t really mean Stanford pines old but here we are
It is finished 😌
Been seeing so many au's lately of Gravity Falls so i kinda wanna join in on the fun :DD it's an au where Bill Cipher got defeated after a few days Ford got into the portal but then found a prophecy where Bill Cipher would come back so he spent his life in another dimensions to defeat him again, except the Bill Cipher who appeared came from another dimension who has the ability to go into different dimensions but doesn't have the knowledge or the powers to see his other alternates. Just pops in and out of the dimensions, his home still exists too.
The different Bill Cipher met Mable and Dipper first before going to where Ford would be
Pines somewhere in the vastness of the earth
translation:
Ford: It’s like dead sinful souls that reach out to heaven to find peace and not suffer in their own ashes.
Stan: ESSKEETIT🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟
