#oh fordsie this and that

[stanford-cipher]

Bill and Ford were unintentionally so fucking gay that it's funny. Why were they like this.

[a-blip-of-billdip]

i am once again thoroughly shaming fiddleford for being so traumatized by just seeing bill in his sexy ass red pyramid form

i would be forever haunted by the sight, but not in a bad way

[eregyrn-falls-art]

And here it is at last! The Gravity Falls Multi-Artist Lyric Comic tribute to the Stan Twins, "Trouble"!

Stay tuned, as @stariousfalls is working on making all of this into a video version. That will be coming along in the next few weeks!

EDIT: here is the video!

And of course, Happy Birthday to Dipper and Mabel! (Even if this project was Grunkles-centric, Stan and Ford's stories wouldn't have come to such a heart-warming resolution if it wasn't for their niblings. Credit where it's due!)

Some credits and acknowledgements below the read-more:

(I'll have remarks and thanks in another post; but for now, thank you SO MUCH TO EVERYONE who worked on this and made it spectacular!)

CREDITS:

Polaroid Collage One: elishevart, zephrunsimperium, pinkplatiploo, mother-ofthe-universedraws, fordtato, shadeartstuff, creativepup, skysdrawings

I've been a beggar: lemonfodrizzleart

And I've been a king: kingsofjersey

I've been a loner: muria-art

And I've worn the ring: everlight_283 (instagram)

Losing myself: batman-gif

Just to find me again: tazmiilly & gin-juice-tonic

I'm a million miles smarter: eregyrn-falls-art & stephreynaart

But I ain't learned a thing: annakitsun3

I've been a teacher: gobblewanker

And a student of hurt: skysdrawings

I kept my word: orangephoenix6

For whatever that's worth: mother-ofthe-universedraws

Never been last: jackyjackdraws

But I've never been first: jasmine-sketchbook

Oh I may not be the best: stephreynaart

But I'm far from the worst: spectralreplica

Oh I may not be the best: elishevart

But I'm far from the worst: zkyeline

Oh, I've seen trouble: fexiled / fexalted

More than any man should bear: mischieflily

But I've seen enough joy: ginandshattereddreams

I've had more than my share: gin-juice-tonic

And I'm still not done: morcian-draws

I'm only halfway there: jamesfenimoreharper

I'm a million miles ahead of where I'm from: fordtato

But there's still another million miles to come: deerpines, orangephoenix6 & fordtato

Polaroid Collage Two: creativepup, cbmagus49, inkdrawndreamer, bluefrostyy, mother-ofthe-universedraws, fordtato, bewildred-grimsley, shadeartstuff, alphazed

Oh I keep on searching for the City of Gold: vililae

So I'm gonna follow this yellow brick road: cbmagus49

Thinking that maybe it might lead me on: cutebatart

I'm a million miles farther: hellmandraws

And a long way from home: eregyrn-falls-art

I know that there's a plan that goes way beyond mine: possumbreath

Got to step back just to see the design: pottersfieldcustodian

The mind fears the heart: rechoclo

But the heart doesn't mind: novantinuum

Oh I may not be perfect: tazmiilly

But I'm loving this life: hubbabubbagumpop

Oh I may not be perfect: athgalla-arts

But I'm loving this life: thisiswhereidraw

Oh I've seen trouble: purblzart

More than any man should bear: shadowofaghost5

But I've seen enough joy: alextwdgf01 & fordtato

I've had more than my share: dragonsheepstudios

And I'm still not done: acetyzias & stephreynaart

I'm only halfway there: cryptidjeepers

I'm a million miles ahead of where I'm from: chiiroptereh

But there's still another million miles to come: stephreynaart

Polaroids Collage Three: cbmagus49; fordsy; fordtato; puppylove24680; sciencevillain; lemonfodrizzleart; mother-ofthe-universedraws; possumbreath

Polaroids Collage Four: jamesfenimoreharper; gin-juice-tonic; rusted-blue; shadowofaghost5; cutebatart; possumbreath; fordtato; nour386

Polaroids Collage Five: fordtato; pinestwinssimp; tazmiillly; melodramaticwolf; eregyrn-falls-art

[ecruvianfancontent]

He told me you'd be coming, Fordsie. We were waiting for you!

AU: when Stanford suggests that Fiddleford try meditation to deal with his anxiety following the Gremloblin attack, Fiddleford does so. Instead of inventing the memory gun and founding the Society of the Blind Eye... he does this.

Brief fic below the cut (and link to the follow-up post)

The Nightmare

Fiddleford crossed his legs.

This is dumb, he thought, but he tried to clear it from his mind.

My nose itches.

He cleared that from his mind too.

He was bored. And he stayed bored.

Until he fell asleep.

He knew he was asleep right away, but couldn't do a darn thing about it. It was a nightmare he had a lot. He was in a graveyard, a one-eyed witch staring at him, and he knew even in a dream where he couldn't accurately count that there were thirteen black cats around, and they all hated him. And, oh, he knew why he had this dream, too, it was because of that time at the age of sixteen, he'd snuck into the churchyard with the other kids even though he knew his mamma taught him better, and oh he knew they disturbed that soul -

Only now his heart was thump-thump-thumping even harder because behind the witch, up on that hill, he saw a something, the same something from the Gremloblin's eyes, and -

It was coming for him, and-

th-thmp, th-thmp, th-thmp--

"WOOoah, there!"

That was not a voice that was usually in the dream.

Suddenly the graveyard was lit up. The sky wasn't dark, it was golden. The witch opened her eye wide, and then it turned yellow, and her menacing figure melted away.

"Wowie, this could have been bad, haha! Here - rule of threes! It's a magic number, you know!"

Something showed up. It was a shape. Triangle, equilateral, base down and point up - pointing up triangles, he knew from Sunday School, because pointing up means God and Down means Earth.

The triangle, he knew somehow, was... holy.

It drew three circles in the air, circles that lit up with a bright light. Then a line drew itself between them, and it flashed, and became a larger version of the little triangle - not just a shape, but an eye, arms, legs, it even had clothes, and then the rest of the nightmare melted away. Only the churchyard was left.

"Haha, that was a close one! Lots of evil spirits in these parts, you know." The triangle turned. It looked at him. It had one huge eye, like in the seal it had drawn. "Good thing I showed up. The name's Bill! And you are?"

(This became a whole AU.)

[toytanks]

ford summons bill after he dies for one reason for another but instead of being all big and terrifying he just pops out of the woodwork and pounces ford saying "oh fordsy fordsy i missed you!! i'll never hurt you or your family ever again if you never leave please fordsy you know you're my favourite human right? cuz you're so special and brilliant and id die without you never leave me again!!!"

[gravityfallscustomplush]

*Snoring*

"Huh this place again."

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"NO, it can't be!"

"HI YA SIXER! BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER SEE ME AGAIN HAHAH!"

"Go away Bill, you have no dominion here!"

"OH YOU UNDERESTIMATED ME FORDSY! I HAVE ONLY JUST STARTED MY ATTEMPT AT TAKING OVER THIS PITIFUL PLANET OF YOURS!"

"NO! I won't let you... I'll stop you!"

"YOU WILL NEVER STOP ME!"

"BYE BYE FORDSY! HAHAHAHA"

"Hey Ford, everything is ok I'm here."

"I will NEVER let you manipulate me again!"

"OW! HEY WATCH THE EYE!"

Yeah Ford you punch that triangle right in his pointy little face!

Sorry this is long. It started out as just a post to show my new shadow Bill plush I made, but after seeing @stephreynaart comic this morning I knew I wanted to make something similar. Hope you like it!

[anysin]

Fic: Endless Adventure

For an anonymous requester, a Billford with a twisted honeymoon theme! Post-show AU where Bill won and Ford chose to be with him.

Endless Adventure

Bill keeps his promise about sparing the Earth. He doesn't spare anything else.

"Look, a new planet!" Bill tightens his arms around Ford's waist, his eye blinking right behind Ford's head. "Give me your estimation, Sixer. How long will it take for us to finish that off?"

They float in the space together, looking down at a small blue planet down below. It resembles Earth, to an extent Ford's heart brims with nostalgia as he gazes down at it; he wonders if it's inhabitants are human-like, or something completely different. During these travels with Bill and his creatures, Ford has discovered the universe is full of incredible, wonderful things, some of them straight out of his old science fiction books, many of them beyond his imagination. He has watched so, so many of them get destroyed.

And he will watch more, and one day he will go into another universe and watch that get destroyed too, and it will keep happening until- well, time doesn't exist anymore, so it all comes down to whether there is an infinite amount of things or not. Ford shudders at the idea, but he leans against Bill, placing his hands over the small black hands clutching his waist.

"You made time meaningless, Bill," he says, just because he wants to. "But I suppose three months. It doesn't look like it will require much effort."

"Oh, that's cold, Fordsy. I love it." Bill laughs, and this time he loosens his hold on Ford, turning Ford around in his arms until they are facing each other. "And yet I can sense a smidgen of compassion from you, still. So let me ask for another estimation: how long will it take me to snuff that out for good?"

Bill takes Ford's hands, his eye turning into a mouth as he brings them up to his lips. He kisses Ford's knuckles, all six of them, and despite himself, every little kiss sends a tremor of pleasure running through Ford's body, his cheeks turning redder with each one.

"I hope forever," he says.

"Ha! You are not sure." Holding onto Ford's hand, Bill spins him away for a second and then back, yanking Ford against himself. "I have to admit though, I'm not sure if I wish for that or not. Seeing you so mournful puts a dent in my mood, but at the same time feeling pity for lesser creatures is so you, Fordsy."

Bill kisses him, almost gentle. Ford can't help himself; his arms fly upward, winding around Bill as he returns the kiss, his fingers digging into Bill's sides. He wishes he was ashamed. He wishes he wasn't happy that he chose this.

He draws back, his eyes wet, staring at Bill whose lips are parted, revealing the eye in his mouth. His lips are curved upward, and his eye is full of mirth.

"Yeah," Bill says, laughing. "I love you too!"

Ford thinks he wants Bill to shut up now, so he kisses his smiling mouth again.

[gfanlocalcryptid]

Oh My ♥︎ - BillFord

In which Bill describes what he physically loves of Ford and things happen. Rating: Teen and Up Audience Words: 470 (wahoo)

Bill hated his human body. He hated it sooo much. Or at least that’s what he said to the others.

Simply he wasn’t really used to it. When the Axolotl said “A different form, a different time” he thought that the big pink space lizard meant that he would have had, who knows, another arm? Three eyes? His bricks would have been red or blue? Not being forced into this flesh bag.

After all, the only appeal of a physical form was that he could torture his enemies and victims himself, rather than tormenting them with frightening nightmares or possessing a third party, which was often quite complicated.

But now, with only a spark of his ancient powers, and under the Pines’ family control, he couldn’t hurt anyone. Badly, anyway.

Therefore his physical form was useless. Or that’s what he thought.

Of course, old Fez couldn’t stand him. They tried to bound a little, but it wasn’t working.

Pine Tree still resented him for planning to jump from the Gravity Falls’ water tower in his body (and maybe he was right).

Shooting Star was his best friend so far but, you know, she’s an amazing concentrate of chaos and glitter, so Bill couldn’t spend more than one hour with her without feeling extremely tired.

The only one he could (and in fact did) spend entire days together was Sixer. They were still a little bitter, but good old Fordsy had forgive him. Probably.

What matters is that Bill loved Sixer’s body. He knew every part of it, every scar, tatto and curve. After all, once it was his. Now Ford didn't much like that term, but then, oh, Brainiac would have done everything for Bill. He loved his dear muse.

Maybe he still did.

Often, Stanford let Bill touch him. He let the demon stroke his fluffy grey hair, caress gently his muscles and all the marks he had on his body.

It started casually. Bill was talking about how he liked Ford’s hands. Obviously that insecure disaster didn’t believe him, so Bill said that it was true, and that he also liked the scientist’s strong arms.

Ford didn’t respond, so Bill continued, and said that Ford’s blue* eyes reminded him of the night sky, and that his hair looked like cotton clouds.

Ford’s face was blushing, and Bill realised that he was too. Where did he find the guts to say that…?

The demon was ready to apologise, when unexpectedly Ford said that Bill’s golden eye reminded him of his triangular form’s bricks.

One thing led the other, and they both found themselves nearly naked in Ford's bedroom. They didn’t have that kind of intimate intercourse, but it became a sort of routine.

And Bill thought-for a second, for the time of a breath- that maybe they were healing.

*I headcanon that Ford has blue eyes.

[annoyangle]

Update on the last question: How’s that biography going?

IT HAS SO MANY BITS THAT ARE GONNA MAKE YOU GO """OH NO!"""" AND SOME THAT'LL MAKE YOU GO """"WHOA"""" AND A FEW BITS THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU GO """AAAAAAH!""" I TOSSED IT OFF TO MICKEY IN LIKE A WEEK AND A HALF. WRITING ISN'T HARD OR ANYTHING. JUST REMEMBER: FORDSY IS AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR TOO. SO IF HIS """"BOOK"""" AND MY SCRIPTURE DON'T ALIGN, HE'S THE ONE WHOSE WRONG!!

[eldragon-x]

Bill: I need to convince Ford to join me please please give me the equation and lkets be buddies again okay

also Bill: oh you think I've only kept you alive this far because I need the equation? uuuh yeah! you're correct! sharp as ever Fordsy!

[gaybananabread]

Everyone has a weakness, tough guy

Happy 10 year anniversary to Gravity Falls! I know I'm late, I've been procrastinating. This happens in the Weirdmageddon scene where Bill is trying to get the equation to escape Gravity Falls.

Lee: Ford

Ler: Bill

Summary: Bill is interrogating a stubborn Ford, when he remembers something that just might get some answers.

Warnings: Gravity Falls spoilers, if you haven't seen it. This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

"...And all I need is your help." He couldn't belive Bill. "You're insane if you think I'll help you!" He just laughed. They were in Bill's pyramid, and he needed the equation. "Hahaha! I'm insane either way, Brainiac! But have it your way. I'll just fish around and get that equation, directly out of your mind!"

Bill left his body, moving towards Ford. "Not so fast! You know the rules, Bill. You may be able to haunt my dreams, but you can't enter my mind unless I shake your hand and let you in."

"You are making this so much harder than it needs to be!" Bill summoned chains to bind Ford's ankles and neck. They lifted him into the air, bringing him close to Bill's face. "Everyone has a weakness, tough guy. I'll make you talk. It's only a matter of time."

...

"COME ON, SIXER! Why won't you just GIVE ME THE EQUATION! " Bill had been at it for hours! He'd tried subjecting him to unimaginable horrors, changing the functions of all his face holes, and he even let Teeth bite him a couple times! Ford still wouldn't budge!

"You're not going to win, Cypher! That equation will never see the light of day!" Come on Bill! Think! Any weaknesses about Ford, any at all! Paranoia? No, too simple.....Oh Yeah! Yeah, that's perfect!

"Alright Fordsie, I'll give you one last chance. What. Is. The. Formula?" Ford grit his teeth. "I will never tell you, you three-sided menace!" Though he would have preferred the formula, Bill still got to torture Ford. "Suit yourself."

When Ford saw Bill wiggling his fingers, he knew he was screwed. "A-are you kidding me? You think that's going to do anything?! Hah! You're ridiculous!" He meant it to sound cocky, but it came out more desperate than anything.

"All you have to do is tell me the equation, and you can avoid this." Crap, he had Ford cornered. "I'll never give anyone that formula! Especially not you!"

The triangle floated over, resting his hands on Ford's sides. "Last chaaaaance~" He tapped his fingers as he sung it, making Ford stifle a giggle. "N-never!" As soon as those words left his mouth, Cypher dug in, kneading and pinching his sides.

Ford tried to hold in his laughter, but he broke in seconds. "PFFT- CYHIHIHIHIPHER! STOHOHOHOP THIHIHIHIS MAHAHAHADNEHESS!" Bill just shook his head (point? eyeball half?). "Wohow, Sixer. You're more ticklish than I remembered!"

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!" Ford squirmed and kicked at his restraints, but they wouldn't budge. "Yeah, no, Ford. Those chains are made of pure weirdness energy. I'm the only one who can release them." He went down to Ford's hips, squeezing at the sensitive skin. "BIHIHIHILL! *snort * STOHOHOHOP IHIHIT!"

Bill's eye widened. "Did you juhust snort? Aw man, that's hilarious! Do it again!" He tweaked his hip bone and got the same reaction. "I wonder if anyone else knows about this weakness of yours, Fordsie~" Ford was howling. "PLEHEHEHEAHSE STOHOHO*snort *HOHOP! BIHIHIHIHIHILL!"

"Am I gonna get that equation, Sixer?" Ford shook his head wildly. "IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T!" "Can't what? Take the tickles, or give me the equation?" Bill's teases kept on coming. "BOHOHOTH!" "Then I guess I can't stop."

Bill summoned two more sets of chains to hold Ford's arms above his head. "Bill! Wahahahahit! Dohon't!" The man tried to pull at his arms, but the chains were stronger. "Sorry not sorry, Sixer!"

When Bill dug into the hollows of his pits, Ford screeched. "EEEEEHEHAHAHA! BIHIHIHIHIHILL! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHA!" Bill laughed at his reaction. "Ha! Man, your noises just get better and better!"

"If only you would just give me that equation, Fordsie. Than I wouldn't have to tickle-tickle-tickle you. Your poor, ticklish armpits. And we can't forget your sides-" "JUHUHUHUST *snort * SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP AHAHALREHEHEADY!"

The tickling continued for a few more minutes. By that time, Ford looked like he was about to pass out. His eyes were wet with tears of mirth, his face scrunched up, and his laughter turned wheezy. Bill stopped, knowing that an unconscious Ford wouldn't do him much good.

"Am I going to get that formula now, Ford?" The man in question was panting, trying to catch his breath. "I....will n-never...give it to you." Bill was, as you can imagine, not happy to hear that. He grew in size, turning an angry shade of red.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! ALL THAT, AND YOU STILL WON'T GIVE IT TO ME?! UGH!" He huffed and messaged his temples, changing back to his banana yellow color. "Fine then." He snapped his fingers, shrinking down and summoning a megaphone. "Hench-maniacs! Get in here and give me some ideas!"

[perpetuallylate1890]

Last short Bill fic!

Nacho Average Space Grifter

The dream began as usual. Stanley watched his twin, his other half, disappear screaming into the portal. Ford had been pleading for help, and Stan, like the screw-up he was, had just stood there. 

These nightmares were relentless. He knew he was dreaming, he knew it, so why couldn’t he change things? Wasn’t that how these things worked? He beat his fist against the stupid portal that had taken his brother. It gleamed dully in the blue light. 

Stan was working with only a piece of the puzzle. The full instructions were in the other journals, but where they were, and how many, Stan had no idea. Curse Ford and his dumb mysteries.

Stan rubbed at his eyes. If he just knew where the other journals were, that’s all he needed. “There’s gotta be somethin,’” he muttered. “A clue, some sorta cipher…”

An echoing voice split the quiet. “Did someone call?” 

Stan whipped around to a ridiculous sight: a yellow triangle with a single slit-pupil eye, decked out in top hat and bow tie. The thing twirled a cane in little black hands.

Stan squinted. “What are you, some kind of demented corn chip?”

The triangle let out a high-pitched laugh. “I get that a lot! But no, if you tried to eat me, your face would implode. Believe me, it’s just as funny as it sounds!”

“Some dream,” Stan grunted, and turned away. There was no point in sticking down here; he might as well watch some dream-TV. Even if it only showed static and scrambled words.

He entered the elevator and punched the button for the first floor. Annoyingly, the triangle floated after him. 

“Aren’tcha gonna ask who I am? Or why sentient geometry has invaded your dreams?”

“Nope.” Stan left the elevator and shuffled towards the living room. With just a thought he summoned up a Pitt Cola and a bag of toffee peanuts. That was dream logic for you. Can’t save your brother from certain doom, but you can have all the riches, babes, and power in the world. What a rip-off.

He settled into the ratty armchair and kicked up his feet. “Ah, that’s more like it.” Cracking open the Cola, he reached for the TV remote. Meanwhile, the triangle eyed him appraisingly. After a moment, he seemed to reach some decision and hovered close to Stanley’s ear.

“You’re real hard to impress,” he said. “I like it! Fordsy might have book smarts, but he’s got nothing on your real world experience.”

Stan glared at him. “Will you quit tryna butter me up? Watching TV here.”

Annoyance flashed across the triangle’s eye. “Don’t you wanna hear how I know Stanford?”

“Eh,” Stan said. “I’ve seen the stuff in the basement. Whatever you are, Sixer was afraid of you.” He shrugged. “Honestly, can’t see what he was so impressed by.”

The triangle flashed red, his limbs going white. “Do you have any idea who I am?” he thundered. 

“No, because I didn’t ask.” 

The equilateral looked about a second from strangling him. It was kinda hilarious. Finally, he returned to his signature yellow color. “Listen, pal, I’ve got a limited-time offer for ya.” He loomed in front of Stan, forcing him to make eye contact. “Your brother’s gone, but I can help you get him back! Now wouldn’t that be swell?”

Stan narrowed his eyes. “Go on.”

“Listen close, ‘cause I ain’t gonna repeat myself.” He floated behind Stan and rested a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t know it yet, but you need me. You see, I know where the other journals are. There’s two, by the way; a freebee for ya.” He chuckled.

“What’s in it for you?” asked Stan.

The triangle waved a hand. “Oh, just a boost for my little project.”

“Gonna explain that?”

“Been doing some redecorating! Could always use a change in scenery.”

“Uh-huh.” Stan mulled over his options. He needed those journals, but he didn’t like the sound of this “little project.” Most of all, he didn’t like the look the triangle was giving him: pure greed, plastered over with a facade of friendliness. Stan knew looks like that. It was a look he often found on his own face, right in the middle of a scam.

“Sorry, buddy, but I’m gonna have to say no.” Stan shrugged off the hand on his shoulder. “I’ll find Stanford on my own terms, without you.”

He expected the nacho to be furious, but to Stan’s bafflement, he just laughed. And kept laughing, for an uncomfortable amount of time. 

“Boy, you’re a riot! Does Pops knew you’re the real brains of the family?” He reached down to ruffle Stan’s hair. “Too bad he kicked ya to the curb!”

Stan clenched his fists. So the talking triangle was nothing more than a space grifter. Figures. He stood, bellowing, “Get out of my head, you three-cornered freak! You can take your deal and shove it!”

“Wow, tell me how you really feel!” The triangle cackled. “What’s a few more decades? I’m sure Sixer’s havin’ a blast out here!” Tipping his hat, he began to glow a bright white. “If you change your mind, send me a holler! I’m always watching!” With that, he popped out of existence, leaving Stan to wonder what the heck had just happened. Sighing, he sank back into the armchair. Hang in there, Sixer, he thought. I’m comin’ for you. Promise.

[orangeoctopi7]

Who was that Mysterious Figure?

I hope it’s OK to count chapter 16 of my Spider Stan AU for week 1 of @stanuary .

AO3 Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17607854/chapters/111035395

Ford didn’t even remember blacking out, but when he came to, he was no longer in his basement lab. He was in town, perched on the vertical wall of the church tower in town square. He looked down at his reflection in a dark stained glass window in awe. 

He was completely covered in a fine webbing of black and gold, completely unrecognizable. It wasn’t far from the sketch he’d made of the new suit he wanted to make for Stanley, but with a sort of pyramid motif instead of one of spiders. His suit had enormous, slanting yellow eyes, and a large yellow inverted triangle on his chest. Whatever it was made of, it was clearly more advanced than any earthly fabric. It moved with him as he moved, almost like another set of muscles had attached themselves to the outside of his skin. He ran a finger along his arm, and despite the fact that it covered his fingers as well, he could feel the texture. It was fibrous and wiry and shifting, like it was alive.

SPOT ON AS ALWAYS, SIXER! 

By now, Ford was used to hearing Bill’s voice in his head from time to time, but now it seemed amplified. Almost overwhelming.

SO, YOU READY TO TAKE THIS THING OUT ON A JOYRIDE, SEE HOW IT WORKS?

“Yes.” Ford spoke aloud, but it sounded strange. Like his own voice had been thrown into a blender with Bill’s. He cleared his throat, and even that sounded wrong. This was going to take some getting used to. “Wha-- hmm-- uh, what do I do?”

THAT’S THE BEAUTY OF THE SYMBIOTE! IT SHARES THE SAME PSYCHIC LINK I DO WITH YOU, SO IT’S COMPLETELY INTUITIVE, LIKE THE MINDSCAPE! JUST THINK IT, AND IT WILL DO IT!

“If that’s the case, then how did I get out here?” 

SINCE IT’S THE SAME PSYCHIC LINK I SHARE WITH YOU, I CAN TAKE CONTROL IF YOU’RE EVER KNOCKED OUT OR EVEN IF YOUR HUMAN BRAIN IS JUST TAKING TOO LONG. JUST THINK OF IT AS A LITTLE HELP FROM A FRIEND.

Ford’s heart swelled with gratitude. He remembered a time when he didn’t dare hope that Bill could reciprocate his feelings of friendship, but now, not only were they friends, they were working together as one, as a superhero, trusting each other more than perhaps anyone had ever trusted another.

SURE I TRUST YOU, BUDDY! IF I CAN TRUST YOU TO BUILD THE PORTAL FOR ME, THEN OF COURSE I CAN TRUST YOU WITH THE SYMBIOTE.

Ford’s thoughts were thrown off track. That hadn’t even been directed at Bill, not even fully formed in his own head, how had he--?

OH YEAH, AS LONG AS YOU’RE WEARING THE SYMBIOTE, I HAVE FULL ACCESS TO YOUR THOUGHTS. IT’S NICE, I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO GO AROUND OPENING DOORS LIKE WHEN I’M IN YOUR DREAMSCAPE! 

Ford panicked and tried to bury a number of embarrassing thoughts before Bill could “see” them. Which of course, just brought them to the forefront of his mind. 

AHAHAHA, WHAT’S THE MATTER, FORDSY? WORRIED I’LL THINK IT’S PATHETIC HOW DESPERATE YOU ARE FOR MY APPROVAL? DON’T WORRY! I’M FLATTERED YOU CARE SO MUCH! NO NEED TO BE EMBARRASSED! WELL, MAYBE IT IS A LITTLE EMBARRASSING. BUT IN A CUTE, ENDEARING WAY, YA KNOW?

Ford felt himself flushing under the symbiote mask. This just caused Bill to laugh some more. 

SEE THIS? THIS IS WHY WE’RE FRIENDS. NONE OF THE OTHER FLESH SACKS WHO I WORKED WITH BEFORE GOT MY SENSE OF HUMOR LIKE YOU DO, IQ! HOW LUCKY AM I THAT YOU’RE BOTH SMARTER AND A BETTER SPORT THAN ANYONE ELSE!

“Th-thanks…” Ford stammered, before quickly shutting his mouth. He still didn’t like how this different voice sounded. 

If you can see directly into my thoughts, why can’t I see directly into yours? He switched to a directed thought instead. 

WELL, I MEAN, YOU COULD. IF YOU’RE OK WITH YOUR BRAIN EXPLODING IMMEDIATELY AFTER I OPEN THE CONNECTION. I’M KEEPING THAT BLOCKED OFF FOR YOUR SAFETY. 

Oh.

YEAH OH. NOW ARE WE GONNA TAKE THIS BABY ON A JOY RIDE OR WHAT?

Bill must have been impatient because Ford felt the symbiote start to move his body without his direction. Not liking the sensation, he quickly jumped back into control and climbed to the very top of the church steeple and took in his surroundings. 

He had no web shooters, but he instinctively knew that the fibrous symbiote could stretch itself to behave in much the same way. This was so much easier than it had been riding along with Stan! It was completely instinctual, and the one time he slipped up and missed his mark for a web anchor, Bill took over and shot out another line directly from his back and caught him before he fell more than a couple of inches. Soon Ford had the hang of swinging webs not just from his hands, but from any part of his body. The symbiote seemed to be able to stretch itself infinitely. 

They were swinging over the police station when Ford spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. A hooded figure in dark red robes was darting away from the back door of the station, where the thugs who had attacked them just yesterday were being held. Ford was about to go after the hooded figure when Bill held him back. 

WHOA THERE SIXER! WE DON’T KNOW WHO OR WHAT THAT THING IS, BUT THIS IS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR LITTLE MOBSTER PROBLEM. 

What? What do you mean?

DON’T FORGET THESE JERKS KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. SOME OF THEM EVEN KNOW YOU LOOK JUST LIKE THE SPIDER MAN. IF THEY GO BACK TO THEIR BOSS WITH THAT INFORMATION, IT DOESN’T MATTER IF YOUR BROTHER LEAVES OR NOT. YOU’LL BE A TARGET.

They’re in jail, they won’t have the chance to pass anything along. 

OH, THEY’LL FIND A WAY TO PASS IT ALONG. DOESN’T YOUR DUMB JUSTICE SYSTEM GIVE THEM ONE PHONE CALL OR SOMETHING?

Oh, right, he’d forgotten about that. But I’ll have you. I’ll have the symbiote.

TRUE! STILL, THESE ARE BAD GUYS, RIGHT? THEY’VE BEEN HUNTING DOWN YOUR BROTHER FOR WHO KNOWS HOW MANY YEARS. THEY’RE THE REASON HE’S BEEN ON THE RUN AND HOMELESS. I THINK YOU’LL AGREE, THEY DON’T DESERVE ANY MERCY.

Ford found he did agree. Rage was burning through him like a fever, coming on suddenly. He easily tore the back door off its hinges, giving him easy access to the cell where the thugs were being held. The four survivors were lazing about with blank stares when he found them. They all screamed when he reached through the bars and grabbed one by the throat. The symbiote stretched out beyond the natural reach of his arm and slammed the man into the back wall. It was the one who’d held the knife to his throat earlier. 

“Wh-what!?” The thug choked out in a panic. “What is that thing!?”

His compatriots just cowered and whimpered in fear. 

“You’re going to stop hunting the Spider Man.” Ford growled in his strange new voice. 

“Wh-wh-what is that? Is that what you are? I’ve never seen anything like you before in my life!”

SEE FORDSY, THREATENING THEM ISN’T GONNA WORK BECAUSE THAT’S ALREADY WHAT THEIR BOSS DOES. THE ONLY WAY YOU’RE GONNA TAKE CARE OF THESE IDIOTS IS THE PERMANENT WAY. 

Bill took over again and his muse spoke through him in that same blended voice. “Oh-ho, you wish I was the second-rate hero who landed you in here! I’m Venom, and I’m not some sap who’s just gonna send you off to jail and hope you never bother anyone again. I’m your worst nightmare!” With that, more of the symbiote branched off from his arm and formed a long, sharp spear, aimed straight at the man’s head.

The rage seething inside Ford almost led him to let Bill follow through with the threat, but he balked at the last second. He’d never killed anyone, unless you counted those zombies, and he was pretty sure they became completely mindless after a few days. What’s more, something was wrong here. These guys were too scared for thugs who worked for the mob, and it wasn’t just fear in their eyes, it was confusion.

“Do you know where you are right now?” Ford took over and pulled the spike away, letting up from his choke hold on the man a bit.

The man and all his compatriots shook their heads.

“Does the name Gravity Falls mean anything to you?”

Again, they all shook their heads no. 

“Do any of you remember how you got here?”

More head shakes. 

“What’s the last thing any of you remember?”

That one they did have an answer for. Most of them answered that the last thing they remembered was a casino, while another said the last thing he remembered was a long drive from Portland. To where, he didn’t recall. None of them seemed to remember anything about the last 24 hours. And none of them could remember anything about a Spider Man. 

THEY COULD JUST BE FAKING IT SIXER, ARE YOU REALLY READY TO TAKE THAT CHANCE?

But as Ford looked into their eyes, he was certain they weren’t faking it.

NO OFFENSE IQ BUT YOU’RE NOT THE BEST AT SPOTTING LIARS.

I’m not about to kill them either way!

Bill didn’t respond immediately, but after a beat he laughed.

SURE, IT WOULDN’T BE VERY HEROIC TO KILL THEM LIKE THIS, WOULD IT? IF THEY DO END UP SENDING MORE MOOKS AFTER US, WE’LL TAKE CARE OF THEM THEN. 

Ford pulled the extended symbiote back to him, letting the thug he’d been harassing drop back to the floor. He was trying to think of something witty to say to the criminals as he left when he heard a familiar voice.

“Sweet Moses, what happened to the door?” The Spider Man was whispering, but with the symbiote’s enhancements, Ford could hear him all the way in the next room. He began to panic. What was he supposed to do? How was he going to explain this to Stanley?

OH, DEFINITELY DON’T TELL HIM. REMEMBER YOUR SCIENCE FAIR PROJECT? REMEMBER HOW JEALOUS HE CAN GET?

It apparently wasn’t up for debate, because Bill took over again and climbed up to the ceiling to sneak out the back door. Unfortunately, Stan was also on the ceiling. 

“What the h—” He was cut off when Bill whipped him in the face with a tendril of symbiote.

“Meet your replacement, Spider Man! I’m Venom! I look forward to outclassing you in the future!” And with that he scurried away.

That was more malicious than necessary.

OH PLEASE, YOU ACT LIKE YOU’VE NEVER DONE A LITTLE SIBLING RIBBING BEFORE!

I don’t think he’ll see it that way, especially since we’re apparently not going to tell him it’s me.

THAT’S WHAT MAKES IT SO GREAT! FINALLY, A SECRET YOU DON’T HAVE TO SHARE WITH YOUR TWIN!

Normally, Ford would argue that Bill’s existence was already a secret he didn’t have to share with his twin, plus over ten years spent apart, but he found himself agreeing with his muse. His usual arguments were shoved back to his subconscious faster than the embarrassing thoughts he’d been trying to purposefully bury earlier, before he even consciously noticed he’d been actively thinking of them. 

-line break-

Stan had just been going to try and interrogate the remaining four thugs to see how much they knew about Ford. Thankfully, he hadn’t been using his real name when he’d worked for Rico, so at least they couldn’t use that to connect them, but he couldn’t really do anything about the fact that they looked pretty much identical. How many of these jerks had just assumed Ford was him, and how many had worked out they were brothers? What could he possibly do to buy their silence? Maybe give them some of Ford’s science junk? Any criminal would be happy to have these web shooters, even if it took super strength to actually swing around on them without pulling your arms out of their sockets. But would that really be enough to keep them from going back to Rico with such juicy black mail?

This wasn’t his first time breaking into, or out of, a police station jail. Normally, he’d observe the security cameras, crawl up on a wall or ceiling in a blind spot, and then crawl up close enough to cover whichever ones were pointed at the window or door he wanted to enter through. Then he’d pick the lock and be in and out before anyone noticed the camera wasn’t working. 

Unfortunately, someone got here first who wasn’t nearly so careful. 

“Sweet Moses, what happened to the door?” It had been pulled off its hinges from the outside by something powerful. Maybe even more powerful than him. Stan gulped. So either Rico had already sent someone else, maybe even found someone else with super powers, or some cryptid had crawled out of the woods and decided the jail was a good place to get a midnight snack. 

Well, whatever it was, his spider-sense wasn’t going off, so it was long gone. For now, he’d just look for clues. Maybe Ford could help him figure out what it had been. 

His heart sank. Maybe not. He’d have to leave tomorrow to try and get these jerks off Ford’s tail.

He climbed up onto the ceiling to avoid any security cameras, and was about half way through the room when something else entered into the room from the direction of the cells, also climbing on the ceiling. 

Stan’s jaw dropped. It was almost solid black, with golden yellow webbing spreading across its surface, an inverted triangle of gold emblazoned across its chest like a shield, and huge glowing yellow eyes. If Stan had to guess what Ford’s crazy cryptid publications thought he looked like, this would be it. 

“What the h—” He didn’t even get the cuss fully formed in his mouth before a tentacle or something shot out of its arm and slapped him across the face like an offended mother. 

“Meet your replacement, Spider Man!” It spoke with no mouth, its voice somehow simultaneously gravely and whiney. “I’m Venom! I look forward to outclassing you in the future!” It scuttled away before he could respond, like a cockroach, human shaped, but inhuman movements. It gave him the willies. He wasn’t sure he wanted to follow after it.

So he didn’t. Whatever that cryptid was, and whatever it wanted with him, it didn’t really matter. He was going to be gone by this time tomorrow, and from what Ford said, most of the local weirdness didn’t leave Roadkill County. He had much bigger fish to fry. Hopefully whatever that was didn’t kill these jerks. Sure, these guys were ruining his life just when he was thinking things might finally go his way for a change, and they’d probably kill him if they thought they could get away with it, but if Stan stopped caring about human life when it was convenient, he wouldn’t be any better than Rico.

Thankfully, they were all still alive, but whatever that thing had been, it had obviously roughed them up. What’s more, none of them remembered a thing about him. They all huddled in the corner like a bunch of scared kittens as soon as he entered the room, and none of them recognized him, or even remembered the last 24 hours. What the heck was that thing, and what had it done to them?

-line break-

Everyone slept in the next morning, and everyone looked exhausted once they finally pulled themselves out of bed and to the kitchen for breakfast. 

“Is your insomnia acting up again?” Ford asked McGucket between guzzling cups of coffee. 

“Eh, not exactly.” Fiddleford’s gaze was glued to his own mug. “I, uh, had some calculations I had to work on late last night.”

Ford nodded. His friend had always triple checked their calculations instead of just double checking. 

“You?”

“Oh, well I was…” Ford felt the condensed ball of black and yellow goo in his pocket twitch. “I was studying the meteorite that saved us unexpectedly.”

Stan rolled into the kitchen with a loud groan. “Yeesh, what a night.” He yanked the coffee pot out of Ford’s hand without even asking. “I was packing until I thought things were probably quiet enough at the police station I could slip out there and interrogate Rico’s goons, see how much they know before I try and get him off you guys’s trail. Only when I get there, all their minds have been wiped by some weird black and yellow tentacle cryptid!”

Ford and McGucket both looked at him with surprise. 

“You think the cryptid wiped their minds?” Ford asked incredulously.

“No, Ford, I think some other random thing came along and wiped their minds before I found them with the cryptid.” Stan answered sarcastically. “Seriously, what else could it be? Unless you know some other kinda weird thing that can erase minds.”

The researcher glanced at his assistant, whose eyes were once again glued to his mug. “No creatures that I’m aware of, no, but that sound suspiciously like—” 

“Y’know, I reckon I saw that cryptid last night too.” Fiddleford interrupted him. 

“Really, when?” Ford asked, surprised. 

“Oh, eh, I was, er, on the porch, uh, emptyin’ out my spitoon right before I went to sleep late last night, thought I saw it up in the trees. Human shaped, black silhouette with a yellow triangle on its chest and big ol’ yellow eyes.”

“Yep, that’s the same one I saw.” Stan nodded. 

Ford frowned. He thought he’d been so careful not to be spotted when he came home last night!

“Well, it's not a cryptid I’m familiar with.” Ford said.

“Great, sounds like you’ll have something new and exciting to study instead of my dumb powers.” Stan said, finishing off his mug of coffee before slinging his duffle back over his arm. “Welp, better hit the road. I’ve already wasted enough daylight sleeping in so late today.”

Ford grabbed him roughly by the arm. “Stanley, wait! Surely the fact that their minds have been erased buys us some time?”

“Sure it does. That’s why I can’t waste it.”

“I can’t just let you leave and put yourself in danger to protect me! I’m not a helpless child anymore!”

Stan sighed, turning away from his brother. “Ford, we’ve been over this. Stop making it more difficult than it has to be.”

“No! I’m not letting you leave like this!” His grip on his brother’s arm tightened and he felt the symbiote crawl out of his pants pocket and slip under his shirt.

Stan turned back to his brother and grinned dangerously. “I’d really love to see you try and stop me, Sixer.”

“I’m more than capable of protecting myself!” Ford growled.

“Good, that means you don’t need me anymore!” Stan went to yank his arm out of his brother’s grip.

It didn’t budge.

Stan looked at his brother with eyes as big as saucers. He’d never seen Stanford so furious, not even when he’d confronted Stan about the broken spider habitat. The con man was about to ask his brother what the big deal was, when McGucket spoke up again. 

“Y’know, I do have an idea that might make this whole argument a moot point.” 

The brothers looked at him expectantly. 

“These folks couldn’t find any of us, if we moved our research to a secret bunker in the middle of the woods.”

Stan looked at the inventor incredulously. “You, uh, you just got one of those lying around, do ya?”

“No, but there’s plenty o’ tunnels and the like under this here valley, wouldn’t be too difficult to fit one out for our needs. I’d already been thinkin’ about buildin’ one, just in case the portal goes critical—”

Stan paled, “Is that likely?”

Fiddleford didn’t answer Stan’s question, but he did shoot a meaningful glance at Ford, “—so I’ve already got a location in mind and some basic schematics drafted. Shouldn’t take more’n a day or two to build with the proper help.”

Ford’s demeanor immediately brightened. “That’s perfect!”

Stan was more apprehensive. He’d already made peace with his decision. This was always going to happen sooner or later. Leaving while Ford still wanted and cared about him was honestly the highest note he could go out on.

Obviously sensing his brother’s hesitation, Ford yanked his duffle bag out of his hands. 

“You’re staying.” 

It wasn’t a suggestion or even a declaration. It was a demand. One with a far more aggressive edge to it than Stan was used to hearing in his brother’s voice. Not that Ford couldn’t be aggressive. Just not about this kind of thing. In the past it had only ever been when he was defending his scientific research, or his nerdy interests, or even the rare occasions when he would talk back to his bullies. 

Finally deciding that the argument was no longer worth the effort, Stan rolled his eyes and left the kitchen. “Guess I’ll go unpack then.”

Ford turned his intense gaze to Fiddleford. “What did you do with the memory gun?”

McGucket did a spit take in surprise. “I-I dismantled it days ago, I told ya!”

“Really? Then why do none of the criminals from yesterday remember the last 24 hours? Or the Spider Man, for that matter?”

“S-stanley could be mistaken. They could just be playin’ dumb to try and fool him!”

“And more tellingly, why did Stan assume their memories were erased by the cryptid? Why didn’t he even ask you about the possibility that your memory gun had been used?”

“B-because he knew I dismantled it!”

“Stanley isn’t that trusting, or stupid! Even if he was 100% certain that you’d dismantled it, he would have asked you if you thought anyone might have swiped the blueprints, or if you’d ever shared the designs with anyone outside of the three of us. Unless he somehow forgot about its existence altogether.”

Fiddleford’s face contorted into a guilt-stricken frown, clearly caught in his lie. “Stanford, I’m so sorry—”

“Where is it?” Again, it wasn’t a simple question or a suggestion. It was a demand. One with more fire behind it than even Ford’s thesis defense. 

“P-please, I need it! I-I’m not like you, I-I can’t live with this knowledge! Without it, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, it’s like every moment I’m just waitin’ for an alien invasion or— or some monster to come crashin’ out o’ the woods, o-or that th-thing you’re obsessed with to-to do somethin’!”

“I told you, that device is far too dangerous!”

“No more dangerous than your portal! I’m still running the simulations, but there is definitely a non-zero chance it’ll go critical.”

“They said there was a non-zero chance the first nuclear bomb tests would ignite the entire atmosphere.” Ford scoffed. “You’re a brilliant engineer, I know you’ll be able to find a way to mitigate the risk.” 

“Oh, so that’s it? My concerns are just unfounded hogwash, but I should throw away the only thing that makes it possible for me to sleep at night just cuz you’re worried about possible misuse?”

Ford fixed his friend with a dark glare. “My device can’t be used on the unsuspecting without their consent.”

“Oh, really Stanford?” McGucket put his hands on his hips. “You plannin’ on gettin’ a permission slip from Town Hall when it’s time to power up that portal? How about the State Legislature? The White House? The United Nations givin’ you the go ahead?”

Ford gripped his friend’s shoulder tightly and it was anything but calming. “Where. Is it?”

The sound of shattering glass broke them out of their intense staring contest. They turned to see Stan with the memory gun broken in his grasp, smaller bits of it littering the floor at his feet. 

“Super hearing, remember?” He grunted. “I remembered the thing as soon as Ford mentioned it.” He tossed the two largest pieces in the trash and grabbed a dustpan to sweep up the fragments on the floor. “All I had to do was dig around your room for a bit.” 

Fiddleford looked stricken, as broken as the memory gun sitting in the trash. “H-how could you?” He whispered.

“Look, I get it.” Stan said sympathetically. “I swear I do. But do ya really think I’m gonna trust you with that thing again after you used it on me against my will?” 

The inventor didn’t seem to be able to hear him. “How could you!?” He exploded. “How could you doom me to this— this madness!? To the eyes and the laughter—”

“Yeesh, dramatic much?” Stan rolled his eyes. 

That was the last straw, Fiddleford stormed out of the room, and they heard the front door slam open and shut as well, followed by the sound of the McGucket’s truck revving up and speeding away.

-line break-

Ivan was sitting by the side of the road anxiously wringing his hands. The carnival was packing up, and his coworkers were shooting him glares for not helping, but he'd agreed to meet someone here. Someone important.

He was surprised when the truck he was expecting came early. Fiddleford McGucket climbed out, shaking like a leaf. 

"Oh thank goodness you're still here!" The inventor hugged Ivan like a lifeline.

"Of course, sir, I told you I'd wait after what you showed me last night."

"The prototype was destroyed this morning. Have ya still got the upgraded version I left with you for safe keeping?"

Ivan nodded and pulled out the fancy wooden box McGucket had given him last night. The inventor breathed a sigh of relief and opened it up, revealing a new memory gun. His shaking stopped the moment he held it in his hands.

"It ain't safe to keep this here computermajig where I'm stayin' anymore. Can I trust you to keep it safe a while longer?"

"I'd be honored, sir!"

McGucket clapped the younger man on the back. "You, me, an' this here device is just the start of something big. I already got other folks in mind. We're gonna save this town. Welcome to the Society of the Blind Eye."

FFW EEJB HBAZE A GIVL WM LA DGEPFE HBSF AJTDP USGGDW WKEJQBA UGJL. XZVV WZ A’Y NDTCZVU CL EYXX EEL IMAZE LAI JGAVAARW MS TWBNJAJ ZBQ ZVGNWMB GY SLBFCYTR HHWJMGMAZE KBBVZ, HBSF RZBRX KCODP QLBPC LC MGYC VTQROS.

[eregyrn-falls-art]

And here it is, the video version of the "Trouble" Multi-Artist Lyric Comic! All the kudos in the world to @stariousfalls for editing this whole thing together!!!

Go here for the post with all of the lyric page art viewable separately. Go to the Trouble Lyric Comic tag on my main blog to see links to people's posts of their art.

Below the read-more, please find the credits, with tags/links to everyone's blogs!

And once again, huge thank you to everyone who participated in this project -- it was so much fun to work on! And special thanks to @mercury-falls for helping me to organize all of this! I'm still so jazzed to see this final product -- the "amv" to this song that I've been wanting to see since 2016, and here it is, and it's wonderful! And it's even MORE wonderful because this represents a LOT of people coming together to express and share their love for this show.

(Go here for some more extended thank-yous!)

CREDITS

Photo Collage One: Elishevart, Pinkplatiploo, Zephrunsimperium, Creativepup, Batman-gif, Fordtato (all newspaper clippings), Shadeartstuff, Skysdrawings

I’ve been a beggar: lemonfodrizzleart

And I’ve been a king: kingsofjersey

I’ve been a loner: muria-art

And I’ve worn the ring: everlight_283 (instagram)

Losing myself: batman-gif

Just to find me again: tazmiilly & gin-juice-tonic

I’m a million miles smarter: eregyrn-falls-art & stephreynaart

But I ain’t learned a thing: annakitsun3

I’ve been a teacher: gobblewanker

And a student of hurt: skysdrawings

I kept my word: orangephoenix6

For whatever that’s worth: mother-ofthe-universedraws

Never been last: jackyjackdraws

But I’ve never been first: jasmine-sketchbook

Oh I may not be the best: stephreynaart

But I’m far from the worst: spectralreplica

Oh I may not be the best: elishevart

But I’m far from the worst: zkyeline

Oh, I’ve seen trouble: fexiled

More than any man should bear: mischieflily

But I’ve seen enough joy: ginandshattereddreams

I’ve had more than my share: gin-juice-tonic

And I’m still not done: morcian-draws

I’m only halfway there: jamesfenimoreharper

I’m a million miles ahead of where I’m from: fordtato

But there’s still another million miles to come: deerpines, orangephoenix6 & fordtato

Photo Collage Two: Creativepup, Cbmagus49, Inkdrawndreamer, Bluefrostyy, Fordtato, Mother-ofthe-Universedraws, Fordtato & Jamesfenimoreharper, Shadeartstuff, AlphaZeD, Bewildred-grimsley

Oh I keep on searching for the City of Gold: vililae

So I’m gonna follow this yellow brick road: cbmagus49

Thinking that maybe it might lead me on: cutebatart

I’m a million miles farther: hellmandraws

And a long way from home: eregyrn-falls-art

I know that there’s a plan that goes way beyond mine: possumbreath

Got to step back just to see the design: pottersfieldcustodian

The mind fears the heart: rechoclo

But the heart doesn’t mind: novantinuum

Oh I may not be perfect: tazmiilly

But I’m loving this life: hubbabubbagumpop

Oh I may not be perfect: athgalla-arts

But I’m loving this life: thisiswhereidraw

Oh I’ve seen trouble: purblzart

More than any man should bear: shadowofaghost5

But I’ve seen enough joy: alextwdgf01 & fordtato

I’ve had more than my share: dragonsheepstudios

And I’m still not done: acetyzias & stephreynaart

I’m only halfway there: cryptidjeepers

I’m a million miles ahead of where I’m from: chiiroptereh

But there’s still another million miles to come: stephreynaart

Photo Collage Three: Cbmagus49, Fordsy, Puppylove, Lemonfodrizzleart, Jamesfenimoreharper, Gin-juice-tonic, Fordtato & Vililae, Rusted-blue, Sciencevillain, Mother-ofthe-Universedraws, Possumbreath, Shadowofaghost5, Pinestwinssimp, Nour386, Cutebatart, Possumbreath, Melodramaticwolf, Tazmiilly, Eregyrn-falls-art

[vigrotter]

I got an idea for a present from Bill cuz my friend gave me a birthday present that is a HARD TO PUT AND TAKE IFF bracelet. So:

A Bill present would be a really pretty yellow and black/ blue gold yet messed up bracelet that is impossible to take off.

Bill "HERE, HAVE A PRESENT FROM YOUR DEAR SPECIAL MUSE FRIEND OF YOURS, FORDSIE

Ford" oh, thank you Bill! Wait lwt me just take it off so i could adjust it and... I..uh.. how do I?

Bill" THE POINT OF IT THAT ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO TAKE OFF

Ford" but WHY?

Bill" SO YOU WILL REMEMBER THAT IM THERE W I T H Y O U

[toytanks]

!!!!!!!!!!! Billford prompts?!?!?!?!!!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!?!!!!!!!!!!!

Okikokokokokokkkok soso like. It was hard for me to decide but I think 38 would be good?? But also 36 but also like 80% of them so. So. I'm deciding 38. That is my decision I am locking it in. Or 36.

Fuckkkkkkk okokokokokok so I. Have decided. Yes 38. 38. Yes. "You are never going to let me go, are you?"

That is- that is what I have chosen. 38. No rush. Have fun with it. It's also ok if you don't finish it. Cause I'm saving that list for later.

filled under the cut or can be read on ao3 here!

“You're never going to let me go, are you?” Ford smiled, teasing the demon, but ultimately relaxing into Bill’s grip. The demon’s tentacles slithered up and down his extremities, soothing the man as he hung in dream-space. His eyes wandered across the cosmic back drop, looking without seeing, drifting amongst the familiar stars but not recognizing them. There was a pleasurable buzz in the back of his mind that kept him content. It was probably Bill.

Ford could hear the smile in his voice when Bill replied. “Of course not Fordsy! You're mine, aren't you?” The sound thrummed in the space around them rather than coming from one specific point--Bill’s triangular form was around somewhere. 

Ford blushed. “Y-yes.” The tentacles around his limbs tightened, holding them in place as the urge to fidget welled up within him. He squirmed weakly in their grip. The demon hummed for a moment, just long enough for Ford to realize just how undignified he looked.

“Exactly!” Bill said suddenly, floating up next to him and--oh. So that's where he's been. The demon cups his now burning cheeks, soft hands tracing abstract patterns on his face. “I'm gonna keep you around forever, IQ, just you wait!”

Ford can't keep the grin off his face. "I hope you do."

~~~

“Wow Fordsy, I’ve gotta say–I’m impressed!” Bill tugged on the collar around Ford's neck, drawing the man close. A growl built up in the back of his throat as the urge to thrash in an attempt to harm the demon, but Ford exercised restraint. They were in a desolate dimension, and as much as he hated to admit it, Bill was his only life line. Violence would get him nowhere.

“Still chasing me after all these years.” His eye curved, amused. “You're never going to let me go, are you?”

Bill’s hands find their way into Ford's hair, tugging slightly. Ford's disgusted, mostly at how good it feels, and it pushes his self control over the edge. 

“Never.” He hisses, unparalleled venom in his voice. “You will never get away from me.”

~~~

“I'm glad you didn't let me go.” 

It's a whisper of a statement, an unwilling truth torn from a scarred heart. Passion and devotion displayed for him, it's a confession of sin as much as it is love. Ford doesn't look at him.

Bill hums as he smooths his hands through the ex-human’s hair, enjoying the shudder that runs through Ford's body at the familiar sensation. Bill guides his head to face him, but Ford still avoids his gaze. Bill laughs.

Truly, he adores when Ford is like this, pliable and devoted and vulnerable. It reminds him of old times. He smiles when their eyes finally meet, and it's not the same. Ford's eyes are as much full of tentative fear as they are worship, the knowledge of the divine punishment that comes with overstepping boundaries. A bolt or two jump between the chains that Ford wears, but they do not reach him. He's been good, and Bill doesn't feel like hurting him today. Ford blushes at the prolonged contact and it's almost disappointing not having the same blind trust as before, but while the past doesn't repeat, it does rhyme, and Bill thinks he might like this Ford better.

Fingers trace the researcher’s lip as Bill remembers the topic at hand. "I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit here, bud!" Bill smiles brightly, all sharp teeth and dark promises, laughing as he pulls his toy close. “You're the one who chased me.”