#sixer!ford au

[qwirrks]

oh jeez, what is this?

it's a happy ending!!!

[arttsuka]

So, @wolfythewitch 's gravity fowls au...

[stringsbasement]

human-billified an au i like

honeqqu's twt

[melodyquackers]

More free draw shenanigans with this guy I hate

[nikothewolfboi]

Bro book of bill has me needing the theraprism

[the-great-horse-cocktail]

Alternate timeline where Stanley doesn’t accidentally ruin Ford’s project but he still doesn’t get into Geek Life University bc some kid showed up with a baking soda volcano

[empressdad]

i made a thing (i can make every single thing about gravity falls and will make every single thing about gravity falls, even this song is now a billford reference).

that’s pretty much how imagined @honeqq ‘s mr bill pines teasing theraprism bill.

[ click for better quality ]

[strawberryshortcake1495]

Mourning the Loss of Innocence

Caryn Pines sat in the old husk of what used to be her home. With her son Stanford at college, her husband Filbrick at work, and her youngest son Shermie at school, she was all alone in the pawnshop. She stood up from her chair and decided to go visit her son’s old room. No, not Shermie’s room. It’s only been 2 weeks since the funeral and it seems like everyone has already forgotten him. About her little boy. About Stanley. Her little free-spirited Stanley who took his own life because the cruel world failed him. The fact that nobody except her showed up to his funeral said everything. She slowly entered the room that Stanley shared with Stanford during their childhood. As she did, her eyes drifted onto something on the window sill. It was a strange oversized rat who turned around and stared at her with its wide beady eyes. She knew what it was. It was Shanklin, Stanley’s pet rat. She never liked it, but she allowed it to stay because of her little boy. But now her little boy was gone, so she had no reason to keep it here. But judging by its sparkling eyes, she knew what it was here for. 

“He’s gone.” Caryn said coldly. The rat let out a small squeak. “Get out.” The woman snarled, her eyes dull and lifeless. But Shanklin stayed put, not making a noise as it kept staring at her. That was her breaking point. “Get out! Stanley’s gone!” She grabbed the closest thing she could find and threw it at the pest. “STANLEY’S GONE!! HE’S DEAD, AND HE’S NOT COMING BACK! GET OUT! GET OUUUT!!!” Caryn cried, falling to her knees. When she looked back up at Shanklin, its beady black eyes looked watery, as if it was grieving with her. The woman collapsed right there, sobs and rapid breaths racking her body until she slowly reached her arm out to the rat. Shanklin climbed onto her arm and crawled closer to her. Caryn held the thing close to her chest as she cried and cried. Together, they both mourned the loss of a loved one. Someone who they both loved. They thought about what his future could’ve been if he held out for a little longer. But right now, they just cried. It didn’t matter if she was a human and it was a rat, grief was universal. 

(art by @ruspettaa on twitter)

[inquirewithbillcipher]

Oh no- Me Hand Doth Slippeth!

Aw well… we could all use more hot scientists in our lives… am I right?

-Spooki

[mephisto-ph3les]

How Stanley ended up needing a wheelchair

(And Ford's breaking point?)

To be continued...

Bonus: my alphabet (that I created two days ago)

(and using the Roman numerals, because I think they are cooler)

[raspberry-radiation]

Well, ain't that a fine how d'ya do? And our ol friend doesnt have his little muse to help him out any more to fix this the easy way.

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Read right to left, click for better quality. Finished and posting in the middle of Milton haha so sorry if I forgot something

[qwirrks]

Sixer!Ford au.

when you no longer have the strength to fight, and the gentleman triangle becomes more and more attractive for a deal...

“Listen, sixer, you wanted to know everything in this world, you have such an opportunity, but only for a small fee”

the hand that the one-eyed demon was holding out lit up with a blue flame. The man slowly walked towards the demon. He lost all sense fight him for something. He knows the outcome, and how disastrous it will be. Ford’s heavy sigh cut through the seconds of silence between them. The six-fingered hand slowly reached out to Bill’s hand. There was no way out.

[q-and-k]

ART IS WEIRD!!

Have you ever wanted to taste your own flesh and muscles? Well, I can do that! ☜⁠ 

[pilotprojectvogelfrei]

💥Taking what’s not yours !

A/N: Bill casually stealing stuff at any given opportunity because he is dirt poor. Also he just thinks Ford’s sweater is neat.

Ford: *points at Bill with a shaky hand* This motherfucker stole my sweater and now tries to win me over by being cutesy !

Bill: You think I’m cute, Sixer? That’s flattering 😙

(Ford will probably let him keep it because he doesn’t want to risk catching nuclear cooties.)

Benefits of relationships : shared wealth. (Bill now has a sweater)

Inconveniences of relationships : shared wealth. (Ford has one sweater less.)

[a-gil-rebel]

I don't have the effort right now to make this into a gif where his eye switches from his own to Bill's, but please enjoy this tasteful nude(?) of Sixer 😋

[matchmakerbillcipher]

Might I ask why everyone is saying you’re pregnant?

@memory-erased-ford-au

I DON'T KNOW. THEY'RE WEIRD.