Ecchima

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You guys have sent me 34 Bills to fit in one image. This is crazy! I've never expected this many! I've put them all together to keep company to Bill Cipher while he's in the solitary confinement at the Theraprism. The background is that color for a reason, I want you all to search for everyone's Bill!

Here are all the Bills in chronological order (find them all!):

Prompt and my Bill

Pretty eyeshadow Bill by @antonymziie

Crazy art style Bill by @sugarfangzz

Two Bills on pillows by @triangulbun

Red Bill dreaming by @cipherstatic

The three Billies by @kittywir3

Boas and body pillows by @vvo1d1ing (yes I know it's a ball python, I just wanted a cool title for your piece)

Angry ex Bill by @y0cotharey

Sleepy baby Bill by @so1wald

Bill with a cocktail by @dragoneatsquarters

Blue and pink Bill by @coolgirlmoon

Stitch Bill by @dapperbuddies345

Red and blue triangle pajama by @jimbag-777 (also check the pink version)

Teenage girl Bill by @spectrlarsonist

Diva Bill by @emo-axolotl

Bunny Bill by @guttsbunny

Cursed png Bill by @ahh-oh-hi

Bill in an old man chair by @duchessofdouchebaggery

Teddy bear Bill by @cephea-cepheus

Granny Bill by @lilgooberdude

Scrooge Bill by @joonboree

Midnight snack Bill by @gravityjay

Kitty box Bill by @rubylushi

Lazy cannibal Bill by @meilie-mira

Seagull sweater Bill by @aroacejedi

BIIIG STRETCH Bill by @ecchima

Fixing the claws Bill by @zabkillkitten

Found all the Bills? Liked/reblogged everyone's art? Here's your prize ;3

I'm sorry that the animation quality isn't the greatest, I actually wanted to make an animation where every individual Bill appears with your name frame by frame, but there were too many and my computer fucking crashed and I almost lost all the files. Because of that trauma, I shortened the animation, but I hope you still like it. The most important thing is that we made our evil overlord smile >:3

(They will need to form a new field of sexual science to determine just how fucked we all are, but I guess we already all sold our souls, didn't we?)

Solved find Bills (aka, art where I put all of your names) under the cut. Don't cheat!

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A commission for mellybean on patreon! They wanted some sea grunks, and I was happy to provide >:)

And here are some warm up doodles of the bros, done before working on the above:

Here's a lesser known Gravity Falls song for this 4th of July.

Composed by Neil Cicierega, Pines 2016 was a campaign song made to promote The Stanchurian Candidate episode in 2015. It's one of the few songs Neil composed that actually was officially used by the show.

The song wasn't used in the show itself, but a tie in website created as a campaign page for Grunkle Stan by Mabel. The site is still up to this day!

Link:

Last year there had been a fear the website would go down, as its domain was set to expire. However thankfully, TheMysteryofGF owns the site these days and it is likely therefore to remain up for a very long time to come. It's a piece of GF history we can still enjoy!

Also fun fact; the song briefly became semi lost media when Neil's upload became private after YouTube privated all unlisted YT videos made before 2017.

Me and some friends eventually tracked it down and reuploaded it publicly for all to enjoy! Thanks to @awesomejedie who has it up!

And yes, Neil did use footage from Richard Nixon's 1972 campaign in the background of that song!

pet name unlocked. very normal about it. you know what's under the cut.

Whoopsie~

Door to Door AU

Fiddleford didn’t really know why he gave his phone number to Stan. It had just felt like the right thing to do at the time. 

Some of the things Stan had slipped when he’d tried to leave at first just didn’t sit right with him. “He already has a low enough opinion of me,” and the look he gave Fiddleford when he realized Ford hadn’t even mentioned having a twin… He shouldn’t get involved, he knew. It wasn’t his problem to fix, and he already had enough issues with his own family.

But then, Stan had called him, and asked if he’d wanted to go have a drink and Fiddleford had said yes, because going out always sounded more appealing than staying at home.

It hadn’t always been this way, but it was now that he’d accepted the job with Ford. Emma hadn’t taken it well, which didn’t help matters. “You’re going to miss seeing your own son grow up?” She had asked, disbelievingly. “I thought you loved him, I thought we found a way to make this thing work, and you’re what? Just going to run away?” She was right of course, which had made it so much more hurtful.

And he did love Tate, but he was so scared of messing up. He’d lost his temper once and made him cry and he hadn’t known what to do. How do you explain to a toddler that you’re sorry for raising your voice? He supposed that was his fault for not telling Emma he didn’t feel ready to have kids. She’d wanted them, and she so rarely asked him for anything that he felt like he would have let her down, if he’d said no.

She could get behind their marriage being a facade for their respective catholic families, she understood when he’d asked if he could see other people on the side, since he wasn’t into women. She supported his dreams to build personal computers, had fought with her family to defend him, when their opinions got in the way. So he gave her the son she wanted and then he ran away and tried to forget his guilt by getting engrossed with his work.

He’d missed their anniversary this year. And her birthday. So he asked Ford for a vacation, to apologize to her, the both of them aware that he would likely miss Tate’s birthday as well.

Perhaps that was why he’d drank a little too much tonight. To help him forget about his guilt.

He’d had fun with Stan, telling stories about Ford and their research in the woods. Stan had mostly offered funny stories from their childhood, sharing very little about his life after high school besides a few crooked tales where he got in and out of trouble in epic ways.

He thinks it would have been interesting to have him around campus, if he’d come to college with Ford. They would have gotten into so much trouble, the three of them. Perhaps he should invite him to come to Gravity Falls with him.

Stan was driving him back and he was saying something so Fiddleford made an effort to tune back in.

“...guess what I’m trying to say is thank you.”

“For the drinks?” He asked, hoping he didn’t just make a giant fool of himself.

Stan glanced at him, apparently picking up on the fact Fidds was a little too drunk for this. “Yeah, I guess. That was nice of you to cover.”

He gestured dismissively, “don’t mention it.”

“Alright, I won’t tell everyone that a pretty twink bought me a drink then,” he joked, nudging Fiddleford’s arm.

He snorted disgracefully, “an’ I won’t tell no one my best friend’s secret twin is such a charmer.”

Stan scoffed, “no one would believe you.”

Fiddleford laughed tiredly, charmed by Stan’s dry sense of humour and witty comebacks.

“Could you -hum.” Stan started, then stopped, his eyes doing quick back and forths between Fiddleford’s face and the road.

“What?” Fidds asked eventually, when the heavy silence had stretched too long for comfort.

“It’s stupid,” Stan said dismissively, “but could you not tell Ford?”

“About this evening?” Fidds asked, a little confused. His sluggish, alcohol addled brain not connecting the dots.

Stan nodded, clearly uncomfortable. “Just, about me in general.”

“Are you afraid of what he might think about you?” Fiddleford asked, before realizing this was getting a little too personal a little too fast for Stan’s taste.

“No, I know what he thinks about me.” Stan answered, almost too quietly to be heard over the soft purring of the engine. “There’s no point fueling the fire, is there?”

——beat by beat and heart by heart,

this won't have to end if it doesn't start.

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