#also hey look it's actually ford and not bill getting up to shenanigans

[egginfroggin]

*Drops these* whoops more redraws

Stan is having a day, okay.

Ford is being unsettling in (reluctant) true Gothel fashion.

Someday I will figure out how to arrange words inside speech bubbles.

Transcription: First page First panel: Mabel: "I have magic hair that glows when I sing." Third panel: Stan: "ya WHAT"

Second page: Ford: "If it finds even the slightest bit of sunshine..." "it" "destroys" "it"

(program: krita; time: about 3.5 hours)

[tigersharktheautisticseawing]

gravity falls fic/au concept (billford, romantic if you squint hard enough, mostly platonic tho)

Theraprism, and for some reason Ford is brought into the process (maybe they got drunk married or as a "apologise to the people in your past" type of thing) and Bill is fucking furious with Ford because he destroyed the last of his home dimension. And the Axolotl decides that Ford's "breaking the ice" activity will be trying to make Bill trust him enough to give him the story of his home dimension, and Ford's like "He actually told me that a while ago, but he probably lied lmao" and describes what Bill told him, and the Axolotl says that it matches their notes in every aspect that they have notes of, and they know the notes to be true. Then the Axolotl gives Ford the task of finding out the monster's name, telling him that "they must be brought in, it's an important step in getting Bill to heal from it"

After this shenanigans ensue, as they spend time in the theraprism and maybe even outside of it after a while, bonding and stuff and trusting each other again

Then after a while Ford asks "Hey, so what was the monster that destroyed your home dimension?" and Bill kinda repeats the whole 'it'll eat you alive' thing, and Ford just says "I'm stronger now lol, besides I just wanna research something so powerful that it destroyed an entire dimension!" and Bill kinda shuts it down and they keep going back snd forth about it, until one faithfull day, after Ford says something to the effect of "We'll find it and things will get better! Maybe killing it will help you get over it!" Bill just snaps and basiically screams at Ford that he did it, it was his fault, and he is fully responsible for it

Then Ford stares at him and says "You said a monster destroyed your dimension"

And Bill says "That wasn't a lie then, was it?"

And hurt/comfort ensues they roprt to the Axolotl (who probably knew it the entire time lmao, just wanted Bill to have some other fucking creature to talk to other than the drawing of his parents)

This can also get merged with another AU I was spinning around in my brain, basically Bill cracks when his mental state goes really really bad, and his first crack, placed under his bricks that weren't there at the time, happened when he killed his dimension, and as he lost more and more he just kept fucking cracking, and he has panic attacks, mental breakdowns and all the juicy stuff, meanwhile the Axolotl is just straight up tired, cuz this mf acting all unbothered like the only reason he even was in his office wasn't the fact that he hgad a violent panic attack caused by not being able to remember which parent was which color and how they looked like less than 10 minutes ago

[jasonrae117]

Bad Idea, Good Intentions

Hello, Thank you everyone for reading! I'm currently working from my phone and can't put the whole story under a cut, but I'm working on it! I'll definitely get one there before the next part because it may or may not (definitely will) contain potential nsfw shenanigans. Enjoy!

Part 3

"Nice to meet you Rachel Roth. Tell me something interesting about yourself." Tim leanes in just a bit closer.

"I work with music for a living." She smirked at him, moving so her knee brushed against his.

Tim looked into her eyes, there was something familiar there. This whole time he felt like he knew her or recognized her from somewhere but he couldn't place it. He graduated with a degree in criminal law and took classes in profiling and here he was not making any connection as to why he would know her. He blamed the alcohol and he was frustrated with himself. Career in music, was that a hint? She obviously knew what she was doing this whole time, playing with him. It was sexy as fuck but still messed with the brainiac. 

He took his time in analyzing her features, making it obvious what he was doing. She just tilted her head in response. Large indigo eyes.. he'd never seen ones like them before today. Dark wavy hair that looked like silk flowing down, he never paid so much attention to a woman's hair before unless they were a criminal. Her outfit was all black and nothing jumped out in familiarity...but her shoes, or rather boots. He looked back up, her pale and smooth looking skin, her alluring curves. He hadn't recognized those eyes before today because he saw them for the first time less than an hour ago, except at a distance from her place onstage. He didn't know the color, only that she had winked at him and they stood out against her pale face. 

"Holy shit! You're Raven!" His eyes widened and his eyebrow shot up. How could he not see it before? Fuck he sounded like an idiot. 

She smiled and she looked so gorgeous in that moment. Her laugh fluttered around the bar as her hand fell to his knee. "Wow, Tim. I'm surprised it took you so long. I certainly gave you lots of attention during the show." 

"Hey, in my defense you were at least fifty feet from me, wearing...uh more revealing clothes, and your hair was completely different. Besides I've had a few drinks since and my brain's not working as efficiently." He reached down and laid his hand on top of hers, leaning into her space. Rachel didn't react or move away as if comfortable with his closeness. 

"Excuses excuses." She waved her hand in a dismissively playful manner. "Would you like to leave Tim?" Her voice now was sultry and almost a whisper of seduction. 

Tim froze, he'd never been in a situation like this. These were the kinds of things that happened in movies, not to him. She was asking him to go home with her...unless he misread the whole situation and she was asking him to leave! Oh God, did he make her uncomfortable? No, she came to him, flirted with him! He was overthinking, overanalyzing. Great, now he was taking too long to answer, shit, he had to say something!

"You want to leave with me?" His face was red in embarrassment. Head tilted and eyebrows set as high as they could go, he had lost all steampower of his attempt to be smooth and now he was just an idiot like every other guy, like his dumbass friends. "I'm sorry. Of course you want to leave with me….….fuck me!" He slapped his forehead and then his eyes widened as he then realized how awful the timing of his curse was. "Wait! No I didn't mean that either. You don't want to fuck me. I mean...not that I don't want you to, because I do….uh... this isn't coming out right." His hands were held out and he was starting to sweat. 

Rachel just looked amused at his stupidity and casually waited for him to take his foot out of his mouth.

"What I mean to say is, I'm not trying to be cocky or have any expectations. I was trying to sound less stupid and well I pretty much failed at my recovery. I told you I talk too much when I drink." He rubbed the back of his neck. Good thing none of the guys were near, the bartender gave him some weird looks, but at least Tim didn't have to worry about the guy teasing him about it relentlessly for the rest of time. 

Rachel smirked and stood up, brushing her skirt down and tossing her hair over her shoulder. She took a few steps away and turned halfway giving Tim an expectant look. "I take that your answer was a yes. Or was all that rambling a way to tell me to look elsewhere for company?" 

"Yes. Definitely yes!" He stood up immediately and tossed some bills to pay the rest of the tab and followed after her. His eyes dropped to her swaying hips and he'd never felt luckier. They made it out of a back door and they silently walked by each other taking in the cool night air. 

"So, Rachel." He looked down beside him. Though she had on heeled boots, she was still half a foot shorter than him. He could add cute to the many attributes she held. "Would you like me to drive?"

"Ideally. I don't have a car and it wouldn't be smart to leave yours here overnight. I'll give you directions to my place." She glanced up and smiled softly at him. 

"Great!" He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her to his car. He was glad he drove his own car, it gave him a chance to show it off. He didn't think Rachel would be easily impressed by a nice car, but his wasn't just any run of the mill nice car. Tim proudly drove an all black 1967 Ford Mustang. Tim's biological family was well off, but when Bruce Wayne took him in, he had more opportunities including working for Wayne Enterprises and getting paid very handsomely. 

Rachel stopped a few feet short and let out a low whistle. "Ok, Mr. Drake. I have to be honest, I wasn't expecting this beauty to be yours."

"What were you expecting? A Prius?" He laughed and opened the passenger door for her. 

"What do you do for a living? This car is immaculate." She adjusted her skirt and ran her hand along the dashboard. Tim just chuckled and closed the door, jogging to his side.

"I work as a financial analyst at Wayne Enterprises. But I want to work in law enforcement soon. That's what my new degree is in."

"Wow, handsome and intelligent. How new?"

"Actually just a few days ago." He smiled and the engine roared to life. 

"Congratulations, Tim." She smiled genuinely back at him and his stomach flipped. She made him feel some type of way. She pulled her phone out and handed it to him, directions already plugged in. He pulled out of the parking lot and followed the instructions given by the device. 

Her place wasn't too far from the club, quiet music played in the background, but he wanted to use this time to get to know her more before…. before they stopped talking. 

"How long have you been in the band?"

"About three years, including the awkward stage of figuring out if we were good enough to be a band and what our names would be."

"How'd you come up with the names?"

"I've always known my stage name would be Raven. It was my mother's nickname for me. That's also why we ultimately chose Nevermore as the band name too. Jenni felt like she was a curse or bad luck charm for those around her, except us, so Jinx came easy. Toni went with Argent as a kind of fuck you to the bullies that made fun of her super pale skin color. And Wally took inspiration from Kid Rock and combined it with the fact that he's 'the fastest drummer alive'. Thus became Nevermore." 

"Very cool. Does your family come to your shows? You're really good, I'm sure they're proud." He glanced at her and noticed that her shoulders were hunched and she idly played with the rings on her fingers. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that if it's personal."

"No..no, it's fine. I..uh.. don't have any family left. My mother passed away when I was eight. She was the only person I had. My father was never a part of my life and never will be."

"I'm very sorry for your loss. It must have been difficult for you being so young." He reached out and reassuringly held her hand.

"It was, but I had a small community of people that took care of me. And before you get the wrong idea, it wasn't a cult. I grew up in Norway."

"Norway? Wow, what part? If it's not too much to ask, how did you end up here?"

"Full of questions aren't we?" He shrugged in answer and squeezed her hand gently. "It was a small village called Azarath and they had such a unique culture. The oldest woman, Azar, was the first baby born in the village a hundred years ago. They named it after her and she became such an important figure. It was most important to her to continue the traditions of her people. They were all pacifists and meditated every day, everyone was so happy and peaceful and thus there was no crime in Azarath, just community. My mother fled from the U.S., away from my abusive father. She took me with her and picked the flight that would get her the farthest away. She had nothing with her except me and an empty bottle. We were starving and nobody helped us. Then one of the Azarathians saw us and gave us a home, gave us hope. They helped my mother raise me. When I was old enough I wanted to learn everything about their culture and every culture. They called me Raven from the Norse mythology of Odin's ravens, symbolizing wisdom and thought. I sometimes think of it as the death omen rightfully earned when my father sent some bad people to locate me to take me away. Azar gave me her journal and my mother gave me all the money from the village. They had all saved me and I didn't understand what was happening, but I ran to the city and got on a plane back to the United states. I found a shelter and lived there until I was eighteen. I found out that those men killed everyone in Azarath. It was all my fault, because I wasn't there. They would have stopped if they got what they wanted. I fled and they killed an entire culture." Tears now flowed down her face. He had put the car in park when they reached her apartment complex. He didn't move to get out and instead slid over to her and wrapped his arms around her. 

Tim gently stroked her hair and let her cry. "Shh, it wasn't your fault. They saved you from a bad man, a bad life. Their culture lives within you and Azar's journal. We don't know what those men would have done, perhaps the outcome would have been the same because they are terrible people. But they knew that you could have a safe future and carry on their memory. Raven has a new meaning now, beyond wisdom and thought. To me it means brave, strong, graceful."

Rachel's sobs were now soft sniffles and she looked up at him. "I'm sorry. You probably were hoping to get laid and now you're comforting a crazy girl."

 

"Hey, I'm not complaining. You're not crazy. And I told you I had no expectations. Come on, let's get you inside, I'm sure it's more comfortable than my car." He felt her nod and he got out to open her door.

"Thank you Tim. I…" She took a breath and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You're very kind. There's not many, if any, like you."

"I appreciate that, I can confidently say there is no one like you Rachel." He smiled at her and she grabbed his arm guiding him to her apartment door. 

[impishnature]

Roadtrip Shenanigans Part 2!

More headcanons! 8D All of them? Who knows ♥ Tag again for @garrulousgibberish and @howtotrainyournana *hugs*

- Ok first things first. Food. Who cooks? Gotta be some nights when they’re out in the middle of nowhere/can’t stop or just in general Ford vetoing eating out every night. Though they have to be careful and keep an eye on Mabel - she keeps trying to add ingredients when they’re not looking. (Mostly Stan because he’s found out that given the right wording Ford will agree to Mabel’s experiments.) Unfortunately, as Stan knows already from their sailing - Ford makes good food when he doesn’t get distracted by something more interesting than cooking. ...Lots of things are more interesting than cooking. It doesn’t take long into their first ‘no we’re not eating at a diner’ night for Ford to pop out of the RV with a sudden change of heart.  “You win. How about we eat out instead?” “Wait, what-” “No reason! I-I mean we are on holiday, after all... right?”  Stan doesn’t believe it for a second. He waits until the kids are asleep though to tease him. “So... no reason at all for going out for dinner tonight?” “Huh? No, I already said that. We- uhh- we deserved it-” “Uh-huh? So it had nothing at all to do with scribbling in your journal when you shouldn’t have been or something?” “...” (It was actually looking through the photos Dipper had got of the last cryptid they’d encountered but pointing that out would be a victory for Stan.) “So, how burnt was it exactly?” “Well, I think it could still be classed as edible but I thought the kids might not agree with- Stan, stop laughing! You’re gonna wake them!”

(Alternatively there is no conversation. Stan doesn’t realise. And instead the next morning there’s a confused Grunkle looking around the kitchenette. “Sixer? Where’s the pan?” “Pan? What pan?”)

Suffice to say - it might be safer if they don’t cook all that much. Or together. Together is good. You think they’d know that by now.

- Almost every possible seating arrangement = mayhem. ♥ Ford driving with Dipper sat next to him with the map seems like a winning combination if they’re both determined to get them to their destination. In fact they’re the best at navigating and keeping to Ford’s route (though Stan and Mabel would disagree on this being a good outcome). But the problem is that the other two sat behind them go out of their way to be the biggest distraction they can be- or in which Stan will do anything Mabel asks without hesitation. ♥ Ford driving with Mabel’s map skills also works for a time- but Mabel is more likely to point out interesting things that catch her eye instead of the turns their meant to be taking quite early on, or start chattering away to Ford about something completely different and just add on a ‘oh, that was the turning’ after the fact.  ♥ Stan driving with Mabel leads to really out of the way stops when Mabel points out places on the map nearby that make them curious and Stan turns the RV around without a thought. This gets worse and more deliberate if the nerdy chatter from Ford and Dipper behind them gets too much for them. They may or may not make it into a game at those points to see how long it takes for one of the two in their excitement notices they’re no longer on route. ♥ Stan driving with Dipper actually works out better than most of the above. Though that all depends on Stan listening to Dipper and not just doing what he fancies doing instead. And that usually depends on how rigidly they’ve been following Ford’s route up until that point. He’s got to stick to that goal after all. ♥ Ford driving with Stan throughout the day doesn’t really work either. As soon as the kids distract Stan (almost instantly) he stops helping out with the map. Stan driving with Ford telling him where to go also quickly breaks down into Stan coming up with arguments for amazing diversions nearby instead of doing as he’s told. ♥ The only times it’s not mayhem would probably be when the kids are asleep or just starting to drift off. Ford behind the wheel and Stan softly chattering to get the kids to sleep and to keep Ford awake. He keeps them on track then, it’s easier (and probably safer). Just peaceful moments when Stan’s too tired to push Ford’s buttons. The whirlwinds are finally crashing out and whenever Ford glances over Stan’s staring back into the RV with a soppy smile on his face watching the little terrors finally wear themselves out. ...Ford most definitely teases him for looking so sappy in those moments. Stan can’t quite bring himself to argue, settling for a ‘like you’re any different’.

- Matching roadtrip sweaters! Mabel makes them on the first day and dons one instantly with Ford following suit. Dipper and Stan try but they can’t wear them for long- it’s just too warm in the little space. Dipper may or may not write down a journal entry on how his sis and Grunkle can stand to be that warm, it’s just not right. (How do they do it? Another Pines family mystery!) Mabel might also make sweaters for the end of the trip too - each with a unique design as a reminder of different things each family member did.

- They pick up obnoxious bumper stickers wherever they end up. Two of course - one for the RV and one for the scrapbook Mabel’s making.  “So we got this sticker while we were being chased by the griffon, and this one when we accidentally stumbled into a fairy ring...’ Every single sticker has a story and everyone bar the Pines worries that they are weirdness magnets because how on earth do you fill up a scrapbook of different cryptids of one road trip how.

- There are also a lot of candid photos in the scrapbook. Singalongs and silly soppy smiles when they think the others aren’t looking. Proper all out laughter and leaning on one another to stay upright. Passionate arm waving and excited conversations. Half asleep confusion and pranking one another. So. Many. Candids. All the happy fun times, all the infectious glee and bright eyed happiness.

- The kids have to bring their homework with them - parents orders. And Ford tries to make sure they get it out of the way early whereas Stan thinks they should leave it til the end.  Ford wins. Ford therefore gets the job of helping while Stan drives. ...Stan shouts out the answer from the front when they’ve been puzzling over it for too long. 

- Stan tries to use Stanbucks wherever they go even though they have money to spare. Ford can’t decide if it’s ridiculous or impressive. “They have you face on them!” ...He never knows quite what to think when Stan succeeds.

- It’s not until they reach Gravity Falls that they hit a snag that really should have come up at the beginning of the journey. Our favourite Gravity Falls sheriff and deputy pull them over as soon as they realise it’s the Pines family driving into town. Ford doesn’t know it’s them. Ford has a sudden realisation. “Shi- Stan, if they ask- you were driving.” “What? Sixer? Why-” “I’ll explain later!” “No, nonono, you explain now. I have been letting you drive because you told me you knew how!” “I do know how! But that doesn’t mean I exactly stayed anywhere long enough to need to prove that!” “Oh for the love of - really, Ford? Really?” “What? It was just another skill I picked up while I was running from Bill.” “...Have you ever gotten a license? In any dimension?” “What part of on the run did you not get?”

- Stan still lets him help drive back after the trip to Gravity Falls. He doesn’t really care that much, he’d just have liked to know before he let Ford take the wheel. He just hopes the kids parents don’t find out.

- The trip ends just as it started, with the kids back home. The close quarters got a bit too close at points but, it was a good trip, another Pines family adventure and they kind of don’t want things to go back to normal just yet.  It’s the end of summer all over again. But... “Hey, don’t give me those sad looks. You can always video call us, you know that.” “Yeah! And besides, next time you’ll just have to come on a boat trip with us, now won’t you?” After all, there’s always a next time. A new adventure waiting.