Appreciation Post For My Lovely And Dead Pilot Husband, Hanz-joachin Marseille

I have Bill's parents as earrings now!

still can't access twitter

Fanfiction people, do your work

I Have BillFord AU ideas that are too elaborate for my hands to keep up with so let me yap (there will be drawings later)

OKAY, so I basically wanted an excuse to make my human Bill art make sense so here ya go:

As it was brought up in the book of bill (spoilers ig) the teens in gravity falls are really into Bill worship after Weirdmaggeddon so what if Bill took advantage of that after he leaves (or more likely escapes) inter dimensional rehab. He somehow communicates with the teens and they help him perform some ritual (using some spare corpses, don’t ask me where they come from) that lets him make his own human form. It’s half dead, half alive, but enough for him to re-enter Gravity Falls once again. Yadda yadda, Ford investigated the teens beforehand but comes in too late and Bill is back….HOWEVER, this human/corpse/flesh golem thing is imperfect, he can’t use too much of his powers or else that crack he had in his triangle form starts affecting his human form. He also finds out that he can’t leave the human shell, effectively trapping him. Ford takes advantage of that a BOOM BABY ROLE REVERSAL. Bill’s basically at Ford’s mercy until he finds a way out or until he kills everybody.

BBBBBUT I think it would be more fun to give Bill some sort of a redemption arc, if that’s even possible.

Could be a fun lil thing to play with so if any fanfic authors stumble upon this have fun.

I love collecting blood, I collected blood.

I love going to the hospital, getting fluids, I am on the hospital getting fluids

OOOH! Cool for me, really cool

if Bill was with Ford all the first-season-of-the-series time, what exactly happens on the episode where Gideon summons Bill? Does he summon other being? Does Bill appear? I need answers

It wouldn't happen cuz the book is scatter all around the shack, cuz ford wouldn't have the reason to hide the journal . In fact the first book dipper found is the Journal 2 inside the shack . And the only journal that went missing is the number 4

Butch.

femford helloooooooo

Billford is like me and my ex, we hate each other, we were toxic, we pretend it never happened, but we never stopped

Okay!!!! WHY did none of the posts about the page from the book of bill where he talks to Ford about his dimension NOT show the page before???

Because. Like. GUYS. It's FORD SHARING ABOUT HIS FAMILY AND HIS PAST AND BEING VULNERABLE about it (he only tells Bill about Stan then!!! It's clearly a sensitive topic, even if he likes to come off all blustery about being mad at Stan) and THAT'S when Bill shares about his own home dimension. He's mirroring Ford's vulnerability about his own family and home, through relating to him, because they're similar. And they ARE! They're BOTH the culprit of taking that strained relationship a bit further and ruining it (accidentally in Bill's case, and through anger in Ford's), and they're BOTH excusing their behaviour of ruining it, Bill even egging on Ford's excuse. And it's heavily implied here that they both underneath wish they didn't ruin the relationship, but it's buried underneath a thick layer of denial. Like. Christ. They're a perfectly toxic match on that regards.

I really love my friend, she is awesome

It's awesome. Chef kiss (is this the name?)

YOU LOOK LONELY... I CAN FIX THAT.

Sequel fanfic based ENTIRELY off of @void-dude 's AMAZING, beautiful, and incredibly scrumptious work

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Sup dude!

Oh yeah his brain finally kick started processing his emotions! Against his will!!! Bill at therapy part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

If Bill could sweat, he would be sweating bullets.

Ever since that damned dream of his, he had an even harder time getting Sixer off his mind.

What the hell WAS that anyway?

Ford was so... large. Larger than life. Like he knew everything, that he was strong and Bill-

Bill so... small. tiny. helpless.

Is that what Sixer had felt like when he?—

Bill decided it better not to think about that.

Tonight, he HAD to get that dream nightmare back for research purposes, of course. It was the only thing he had thought about, and if there's one thing he's learned in this infernal hell known as "The Theraprism™", it was that exposure therapy could be effective.

After all, how hard could it be? Bill was a master of the mindscape, and even if his powers were... slightly nullified, he could surely still control HIS mind. It would be a piece of cake. He would reenter that dream, investigate, and be out in a jiffy. Before he could lose his nerve, Bill lied down and began the meditation to slowly empty his mind. It had come easily to him, slowly shifting from reality to his distorted brain, and then gradually transitioning that world of chaos-filled memories to an empty canvas he could manipulate. For the first time in a long time, Bill felt in control. His mind returned to him, and not the sobered one he was forced to endure during therapy, but his REAL one. His safe place. His kingdom. It was momentary bliss.

Bill, holding onto that relief, opened his eye. He suddenly remembered why he was so hesitant to return to this.

There Ford was, in all of his glory. Bill didn't have to look down to know he was once again bare to the giant in front of him. He was vulnerable. Ford, or at least a cruel representation of him (was he forgetting what he looked like?) smiled down at Bill.

"My muse." Ford breathed out, a crackling pop sound overlaying his voice, one that was infinitely louder than any thought Bill had.

Ford reached out, plucking Bill up like he was nothing. He carded his fingers between Bill's limbs, caressing the triangle with such agonizing care.

Ford brought him closer, reminsicent of a kid looking at a strange bug they had found. "You've finally returned to me."

Bill felt just as exposed as the first time, blinking back unexpected and unwelcomed tears. He weakly extended his hand to touch Ford-

"Ah, ah, don't move yet."

Bill quickly drew his hand away, almost hurt at the command yet still obeying without thought.

"I want to admire you, just a second longer."

Bill breathed out heavily, his vision beginning to blur. It was getting too clouded, too close, too much- Bill wanted out. he didn't want this anymore, he didnt want to be near him again, stop TOUCHING me, DON'T TOUCH ME, STOP-

The overhead light glared at Bill, screaming at him to get up.

The dream was over.

Bill was alone again.

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requests/asks are open : )

He seems so happy!

Ford returns feat MrBillPines AU