What is this?
They will be safe. It doesn't matter who else or what else burns as long as They will be safe.
I will be safe. The hunger and the cold will never touch me again.
Fuck any bitch who's prettier(/cooler/better-liked/better at making dumplings) than me.
Yes, Master
Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. LOVE ME!
I know the terrible things these so-called "heroes" will do if I don't stop them (<- is absolutely wrong)
I don't want a better future, I want a better past!
No other way to get performance art funded these days
Me and my ex talk about this, having a universe where we are together, quite often
[One in Endless Timelines]
(Imma dump all of my arts here so don't mind me and enjoy!)
Since the first time I watched the series with my father, I've thought they had somenthing, really, blame me or not, but I ALWAYS made little fanfiction on my head
Star Trek: The Original Series 1x03 - Where No Man Has Gone Before
Appreciation post for my lovely and dead pilot husband, Hanz-joachin Marseille
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That's so cute!!! Thank you
Please, draw them cooking cookies
He’s living My dream
Mabel and Dipper look perfectly horrible people and Gideon and Pacifica, I would befriend them
It's awesome. Chef kiss (is this the name?)
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 : )
I'm eating your art. This should be a known Basic Need. I love the Ford-joining-Bill AUs since always, and also love the married Billford to make my life better. This is the ultimate perfection
HEY HEY HEYYYYYYYYOOOO!!! JUST WANTED TO SHARE MY AU, SUPREMEPOWER AU, YOU CAN ALSO FIND MORE OF THIS AU OF MINE IN TIKTOK: Red_Dude, LOOK AT THEM SO INKOVE! @moonesaiky (here's their ref)
Wanna know a super fun headcanon? Grunkle Bill au. No no, hear me out.
Imagine this...Bill gets let out of the super secret multiverse space prison after millions of years of therapy due to his 'good behaviour.' The first thing to do on his list...is making amends.
He does so. How? By going back to Gravity Falls (time is weird don't worry about it) and begging Stan to give him a job at the Mystery Shack so he can 'do as the mortals do.' (That's what he says, but really he just wants to be around Ford.)
Anyways, no one likes this. No one. But Bill has a proper therapy graduation certificate (he frames it and puts it on the wall) and he seems to be doing better sooo 🤷♀️
Anyway, the rest of that summer is spent with an agonising angsty hurt/comfort second chance Billford slow burn, Dipper being completely suspicious of Bill, Mabel being the same way but also in eternal agony over whether she can hate Bill and ship Billford at the same time, and Stan finding increasingly hilarious ways to give Bill the shovel talk (featuring an actual shovel).
Also, as a bonus, imagine Shermie moving to Gravity Falls for his retirement cuz fuck it the brother he thought was dead was actually pretending to be the other one and the real Stanford is now suddenly back and he really wants to get to know his family okay???
(Also, the idea of the Pines brothers running the Mystery Shack while Bill is just dunked on all day during his redemption™ arc is just too good to pass up)
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