#sixer au

[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)

[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

[totallyottie99]

Official Au idea: Stanford Pines is transported to a world where he and McGucket died, Stanley paid the ultimate sacrifice by wiping his memory to get rid of bill but it failed. This bill, learning that Sixer is somehow alive again, goes crazy trying to keep him there

[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

[king-of-the-butterfly-gore]

Sixer and Stanley Pines, two brothers ready to visit their estranged aunt in Gravity Falls! What wacky hi-jinks are they gonna get up to?

And some baby billford as a bonus. Surely nothing bad will happen to these two, huh?

(yes it's a ponyo redraw)

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[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.

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[wittymumbledon]

With how much gravity falls stuff I’ve been working on lately it’s taken me a while to get around to finishing this (long enough for me to nearly finish reading over the first “season” for the third time in a row) but here it is!! A double-page spread dedicated to @ckret2’s golden-haired menace, because I wanted NEEDED to show my appreciation for this fucking amazing AU ✨

Figuring out how to translate Goldie into my style was really fun--I tried to stay true to the original, but kinda subconsciously also added elements from my own Bill which I think is neat (namely the angular smile and triangular brows). I dunno why I gave him That One Curl (TM) but once I noticed it I tried to carry it through all the pics--the hair as a whole was really fun, especially messing around with the textures when it was--well, say, messy.

I redrew some of my fav frames/story moments (plus a couple extras: the cleaning one is inspired by when i was cleaning irl, and realized that Goldie made me feel a lot less dysphoric about wearing leggings and tank tops 'round the house. Thus - in tribute to the irony - Bill gets my leggings fdfhjdfhdf)

but that barely even scratches the surface of just the pure, gloriously hilarious chaos that this beast has to offer-- not to mention the simple fact that it is just. REALLY well written: the attention to details from the books, the comics, and the show itself; the way each character is visibly flawed in some way, be it with their morals, or their actions, or the soundness of their morals; the way each chapter healthily mixes random show-like chaos with genuinely useful info that later BEAUTIFULLY Chekov Gun's itself right back into the culmination of each saga -- it all feels so aware and true to canon and so, so, SO beautifully ALIVE. Dare I say it is one of my absolute favourite fanworks that I've ever read.

Speaking of which - if you’ll excuse me - I have some chapters to catch up on. Like I said - I’ve specifically held off reading the latest ones so that i’d finish the fanart faster and so that i’d have an excuse to make more. looking at you - bill’s abomikini /hj

If you've made it through my lil essay there I appreciate it so much <3

Bonus: I wove a lil bracelet inspired by the one Mabel made for Bill✨

Didn’t have the right colours of embroidery thread on hand so I used yarn instead, but that actually ended up working perfectly with the beads I had (just plain ol' blue ones, cause I wasn’t sure if using nazar beads would have been culturally insensitive or not - nor did I have any nazar beads that I could have used in the first place - but hey! these ones are nice and shiny and the colour works well imo)

[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.

[strawberryshortcake1495]

hi, it's me again with another ask and i wonder if we can get a prompt(like the ma one) about fiddleford learning about Stanley's death and ford trauma, because i think fiddleford will learn about it at some point seeing as he and ford are roommate and worked on the portal together.

The year was 1970 and Stanford Pines was in college alongside his roommate Fiddleford McGucket. On this particular day, Ford was busy doing his homework and so was Fiddleford. Although the hillbilly claimed he was completing his music assignment, it just looked like he was playing the banjo. As Fiddleford played, he glanced at the windowsill and noticed a picture. It was of what he assumed to be Ford as a child with a boy who looked just like him.

It sparked his interest. “Hey, Stanford.” Fiddleford said. “Yes, Fiddleford?” Ford responded. “Who’s that little fella right there?” He asked, pointing at the picture. When Ford saw the picture, he visibly tensed up. He didn’t want to forget Stanley like his father did, he knew Shermie wouldn’t…but just seeing his bright eyes and cheerful grin made him feel sick. Stanley was an icky topic, but he felt like he shouldn’t lie to Fiddleford if their friendship was going to blossom into a partnership.

“That…is my twin brother, Stanley.” He said quietly. “This picture was from when we were both 10 years old. He was a bright soul until the very end.” Ford lamented, grabbing the framed picture and gently caressing the image of his brother. “The very end?…” Fiddleford asked quietly. Ford let out a shuddering breath. “Stanley took his own life before he turned 18.” He said. That wasn’t the real story and he knew that. “Oh…Oh by golly…I’m so sorry, Stanford. I didn’t mean to pry like that-“ Fiddleford stammered. “It’s alright, Fiddleford. It’s best that you know now.” Ford said, taking a deep breath and putting the picture back on the windowsill. A long silence filled the room so Fiddleford tried playing his banjo to lighten the mood. Ford simply just returned to doing his homework. The rest of the evening was awkward after that.

[paleophagine]

I have had fowls on the mind at this particular hour

[matchmakerbillcipher]

MISSING SIXER!!

IF FOUND RETURN TO DIMENTION "$?#^%&#

REWARD : 9000 SOULS.

[radyoaktif-ghostt]

i love this bill!! normally i was going to write sixer but bill is so silly when he is human, it's funny that he says ford xd

anywayyy i hope you guys like it xddd

[inquirewithbillcipher]

Oh no- Me Hand Doth Slippeth!

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

-Spooki