#vampire bill cipher

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Please consider: venus vampire trap Stan gives a fright to that one cat-curse witch, and turns into venus vampire trap Nikola.

To everyone else it's just like a muppet cat turns out to be the Monty Python rabbit (if you don't know about Monty Python rabbit, you should look that scene up, it's a classic! but imagine Salem from Sabrina in its place instead).

To Stan it's "For some reason I've become a cat, but odd muggers still try to bite me 😔". Ford is still in denial about his vampire cat trying to write and saying SOS in Morse. Emma-May is barely holding herself from descending into full-on mad biologist on Nikola. Fiddleford is going slowly mad trying to build the catranslator that constantly gets destroyed in the gang everyday chaos and vampire attacks. Bill has no idea where that cat even came from and why it's not Ford's twin, but at this point it's too late to ask. Stan thinks it's a little irresponsible to feed so much ice cream to your not that big cat but who's he to say no to some delicious treat!

Lol. Cat Venus Vampire Stan, Fords pet cat vampire he's feeding vamps too and vents to about Bill the teenage vampire overlord who's obsessed with him.

(I am aware of the rabbit, its a classic truly).

Stan's living a nightmare cat life where he's a cat but still smell super delicious to vampires so he keeps getting grabbed by weirdo's too into biting. Luckily they also still don't like it when he bites them, so he's managed to get through his new cat life in one piece (hmm. I imagine drinking blood is very much a version of stealing, meaning the curse is never gonna fade away on its own here). No one's picking up Stan's communication attempts as Stan calling for help, instead seeing it as advanced intelligence due to his vampiric state. The only reason he hasn't been dissected by a too eager Emma-May is because he exclusively eats vampires and thats a super useful kind of cat to have around. Ford has to keep rescuing him from her lab when she nabs him to run a million non fatal tests. No one knows why 'Nikola' likes Ford so much, but too many people keep saying its because he knows Bill likes him. Maybe 'Nikola' was Bill's attempt at a guard? So that other vampires can't get too cozy? Maybe 'Nikola' can sense Bill's favor? Ford hates all these theories because Nikola is his little vampire hunting buddy, and Stan hates them for the obvious reasons of 'hey! Bill's that guy who bit me! And I'm not a guard anything! Vampires aren't real!'

Bill has no idea about this weird cat thats eating all his men, but he also heard the rumors through being a creep and he can't let on that he's just as confused as everyone else. His teen pride can't handle the hit of the mystery vampire eating cat.

Him and Ford have a weird meet up at a obsucure library where they're both looking into mythology to see if vampire eating cats have ever been a thing that existed, and Bill tries one (1) flirt then screams when Stan pounces on his face. Ford doesn't help him but he does need to pull Stan off and run when the librarians start chasing them for being loud.

[zizizombz]

I haven't drawn in a while sigh here's some art if my vampire bill design

[time-woods]

these were once bill .the plot has beenlost long ago (vampire werewolf au((

[hybridtheories]

gravity fall collection 2

+ first is a redraw from when i was 10:

[reinfalllz]

what's this? vampire pines twins!

also a version with blood:

[nektoshur]

there's like old scetches from different periods of time

the first one is thoughts for my au about like what if Bill sentenced to community service after theraprizm between reincornation. and what if ford continue close portals from lost legends and one time saw Bill again. and they are like both broken and crazy about it. It would be an excuse for drawing cool backgrounds, but i droped it, don't have so much time for it and lost interest but i like how scetch is look like

the next three is like slice of life cute things

last like uhm... i like vampires

[oobbbear]

Day 2+3: Vampire and Ghost

[lt-sparrow]

ANTIHERO (noun)

An antihero is a protagonist who lacks traditional heroic qualities like courage, nobility, or unwavering morality, often displaying flaws, self-interest, or even questionable actions, yet still resonates with the audience

[yeenkingart]

Another really really fun drawing with @ghost-of-spring-woods !!! We share the same cursed braincell that 3 grown men revolve in. I love their work so much, especially Emma may my queen. Go check out their art!!!

We did some fanart of two really amazing AUs yall have to check out!!!! Mimic Stan from @a-scary-lack-of-common-sense and Shifty from @softersynths

please please go check out their art!! We wanted to see how they would interact and I don't think it'd be so well in reality

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

The random thoughts are returning. Vampire bill gets brought Stanley again for the exact same reason. Except now he smells delicious! And he has levrege against Ford now that he's certain he cares.

Too bad Ford is on a war path.

Whew. Back at my laptop, which means I can write this :)

Stan scrambled to keep up with the hands holding him up on either side, the sack over his head making it hard to see what he was doing and their unfairly fast speed and strength another reminder on how Stan's vampiric nature sucked (in a not funny, actual terrible way.)

What use was luring vampires if they weren't going to bite him? And why even lure vampires in the first place! He needed to figure out if he could do anything else fast because the moment more than one jumped him he was useless.

He cursed as he was jerked to a stop and shoved to his knees, the silence making him tense. They'd shoved a gag in his mouth shortly after nabbing him off the side of the street, making his fangs useless and ruining his natural ability to talk himself out of trouble or annoy his captors into making mistakes. A pair of footsteps clacked against stone, coming closer from, and a high pitched annoying voice grated his ears and made him groan.

Bill.

"Well well well," He said, getting closer still, "If it isn't Pines. Funny how we keep running into each other like this, isn't it?"

Stan shuddered as Bill's hand ran up his chest, then blinked in the light when it snatched the sack off his head.

They were in the middle of some kind of fancy living room. A large blazing fireplace roared across from him, with two plush couches on either side and a bar full of red bottles to the left. To the right was a window, hidden from sight by two thick black curtains. Giant tapestries lined the walls, each one bearing Bill's triangle symbol, eye staring down at him. A giant piano was sitting to the side, and various small tables and dressers had lit candles.

There were also rose petals on the ground.

Bill was standing right in front of him, smile frozen and sack still in his hand. The vampiric lord looked the same as ever, wearing a yellow brick patterned vest with tails over a yellow dress shirt and black pants. Long black gloves covered each hand, made to let his black claws poke through the end, while his black heels added an extra two inches to his height. A black bow tie was tied snuggly around his neck, while a black top hat sat on top of his yellow hair. It laid flat and covered half his face, so that only one of his yellow eyes was visible.

Visible, and staring at Stan with rage in a small teenage face. At least Stan had that going for him, being stuck at almost thirty forever (or until Ford cured him), being stuck at sixteen for eternity probably didn't help Bills wild behavior.

"You." he seethed, crumpling the sack and throwing it aside, "Why is it always you. I had a whole thing set up here, and you're RUINING IT!"

Stan raised an eyebrow as Bill yelled and threw himself onto the closest couch, grabbed a pillow, then started screaming into it, kicking his legs all the while. He looked up at the vampire's holding his arms to see two stone cold faces, like watching an immortal sixteen year old throw a tantrum was an everyday occurrence.

Maybe it was for them.

"Whatever!" Bill yelled, sitting up and throwing the pillow across the room, "I can use this! Fordsy didn't get to find you're ruined husk last time, but I know you've been hanging off him, and my eyes have told me all about how clingy he's been with you. He, ugh, cares."

Bill jumped to his feet, then started pacing around the room, rubbing his chin. Stan shuffled in place, then winced when the guards tightened their grips. Being in the middle of whatever was going on between Bill and Ford really was the worst. He should make Ford pay him back for this.

"Not a present this time," Bill muttered, "I'll use you as bait. Get him to come to me, I'll show him I have you, then rip your head off in front of him. That way he can see how strong and powerful I am, how much better he'd be with me, and you'll be dead. Actually dead, instead of whatevers... whatevers..."

Bill sniffed the air, then turned to face Stan, eye focusing on him in a way he didn't like.

"...going on with you." Bill approached him, steps slow and deliberate. Stan tensed as he got closer, then shuddered when Bill traced his chin. A moment later the gag was ripped out, and Stan sputtered when Bill clutched his face and tilted it back and forth.

"Can you stop? This whole things already terrible," Stan mumbled through his squished cheeks. Bill ignored him, prying his jaw open and looking inside his mouth, then letting go to pry one of Stan's eyes so he could look at it, the other hand holding the back of his head so he couldn't jerk away.

"Huh. Interesting." Bill said, letting go to grab Stan's head again, "What's going on with you, you couldn't even turn right? So pathetic and low quality I couldn't even turn you into a proper vampire? I can smell how dead you are, but besides that..."

Stan tried to wiggle away as Bill leaned forward, one hand holding him by the air and holding his head in place while ha came forwards to sniff at Stan's neck.

Creep.

"Stop being creepy." Stan said, glaring at his hair and skin tingling as the Vampire continued to sniff at him. His tiny teenager neck was out of reach, and with his head grabbed he couldn't lean forwards to chomp it. Then something wet touched him, and he screeched, "Did you just lick me!"

"Hmm." Bill leaned back and licked his lips, confirming the licking without even having to say anything, "What is that? I've eaten millions, humans and not, and you don't taste like anything I've had before."

"Well-" Stan started to say, before Bill grabbed his head, jerked it to the side, and bit into his neck. Right away Stan tried to lunge forwards to snap Bills, but the vampire used his other hand to twist Stan's away, holding him in place while Bill started draining him. Stan growled and bit at the air, trying to get one of his fingers, to move, something.

Anything to stop the feeling of the blood leaving his body and the heat creeping up his spine.

It was worse than the last time Bill ate him. Last time he was still alive, still human (if one that had way too much vampire blood in his system). When Bill drained him last time, he'd been too panicked to feel the vampire feed, and everything had gotten cold and fuzzy before he'd passed out.

Not now. Not this time. This time he wasn't alive, didn't need his blood to stay awake and aware. Could feel himself getting drained and knew what it meant. Instead of getting colder, he started heating up, breaking into a sweat as his body desperately tried to lure a meal.

At some point the vampires on either side of him had let go, and the only thing supporting him was Bill's hands on his head as the vampire shoved Stan to the ground so he could drink from a more comfortable angle. Stan whined and shoved at him, trying to break free of the grip on his head as his teeth came out and he started panting. Unfortunately he hadn't hit the critical point where he tapped into the strength and speed of a regular vampire, so Bill just pressed down hard and sunk his teeth in deeper.

He was so hungry now, melting from the inside.

Bill let go before draining Stan completely, licking his lips and staring down at Stan. One of his hands let go to trace Stan's face, and Stan blinked heavily at him, eyes trained on Bill's neck.

"Look at those!" Bill said, leaning in close to look at Stan's eyes, still shoving Stan's head down so he couldn't bite him, "Now that's new! A whole new vampire huh? Messed yourself up so bad you taste delicious to others! Hah! Talk about the worlds biggest screw up over here!"

Stan wheezed, panting and uncomfortable from the grab and the lava churning his stomach. Bill was right on top of him, right there and the only vampire Stan couldn't overpower in a one-on-one. It didn't stop him from trying, straining to shove Bill off and reverse their positions.

"Aww, is someone hungry?" Bill cooed, "Did I take a little too much? Should have thought about that before making yourself taste so good! Man, its been ages since I've had something new to eat around here! I'd drain you dry if I didn't need you to get Sixer."

Bill rolled off of him, using a glove to wipe Stan's blood off his face. Stan rolled over too, eyes locked onto Bill's exposed neck and fire dancing across his skin.

"We'll have to scratch the head popping part of the plan," Bill said, turning to look at him in amusement when Stan shoved himself to his feet and lunged, "At least until I figure out how to make more of you."

Bill sidestepped Stan, then grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him at one of the vampires that had dragged Stan there. They were standing a few feet away, and Stan didn't hesitate.

He grabbed their head and jerked it to the side, then latched onto their neck and started drinking. The effect was immediate, a cooling balm that spread into his stomach. It felt different from usual, his own lack of blood making his skin even hotter and itchy. Unlike Bill, Stan didn't let go until his meal was dead and dry, letting them drop in a crumbling heap.

"Look at that!" Stan turned to see Bill, clapping his hands and standing on the other vampire, holding them in place so they couldn't get away, "So speedy! Try to take this one slower, really appreciate the flavor!"

"Lord Cipher!" The vampire pleaded, trying to crawl to freedom, "Lord Cipher, please!"

"Not now," Bill said, kicking them towards Stan and stepping away as Stan pounced, "Can't you see I'm feeding my newest juice box?"

Stan ignored him, focusing on the taste flooding his mouth as he clamped down on the screaming vampire. His skin felt less tingly, the coolness sluggishly spreading to his limbs as he drank them dry.

"Now," Bill said, kneeling right in front of him when he let go, "I'm sure you could still eat, but I don't have the time to scrounge up more meals. Not with IQ on the way! So you just rest tight for a while until he gets here, sound good?"

"No," is what Stan wanted to say. Before he could Bill grabbed the sides of his head, lifted it up, then slammed it into the ground.

Ford snarled as he tore through another vampire, silver sword slashing through their arm before he looped off their head and plunged a stake through their heart.

It had been foolishness on his part to let Stan go hunting without back up. Stan had proved that he could handle himself fine against most threats, but he still had human limits. He couldn't handle more than one or two vampires at a time.

And now Stan was paying the price for Ford mistakes. Again. They were lucky Fiddleford had put a tracker in Stan's jacket in a fit of paranoia, back when they didn't know that Stan only drank the blood of the undead. They managed to follow the signal to an abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town.

Bill hadn't been expecting him this soon, that he was sure of. None of the dramatics he'd set up were in place, and the vampires lurking inside had been off guard. Ford led the way towards the basement, where the signal to Stan's tracker was coming from, making sure to silence everyone they came across.

This was a rescue mission first, an extermination second. They couldn't let Bill escape with his brother again.

Ford found the stairs to the lower levels, then used the rail to slide down and ram into a vampire heading up. He staked them in the chest, then pushed himself up and kept going down.

The basement lacked the finery upstairs, gray hallways and heavy doors splitting off in two directions. Ford looked at the tracker information, then ran to the left, eyes scanning for-

-Blood.

A trail of it, starting halfway down the hall and going further down before turning and disapearing under one of the doors. Ford picked up speed, cursing at the locked door as he banged against it.

He didn't have time for this.

Bringing up his foot he kicked down the door, then scanned the room he found himself in. It looked like some kind of storage, metal shelves empty, and in the middle was-

"Stanley!"

Ford rushed to his brothers crumpled from, gently flipping him over. Stan let out a low whine, but didn't respond otherwise. His front and face were covered in blood, and Ford shoved the rage growing in his heart as he wiped away his neck and saw the teeth marks, slowly healing.

There was only one vampire who would dare to touch something connected to Ford, and Bill had made his stance on Stan quite clear.

"Stanley," Ford whispered, then grimaced at the wound on his head. It had cracked part of his skull, but thankfully Stan's status as a member of the undead meant it couldn't kill him a second time. They'd need to find food for him once they left, but he'd be alright, if dazed for a day or two.

Ford dragged him to his feet, then threw one of Stan's arms over his shoulder. He'd drag him out of here, try to feed him anyone else they came across, and maybe, if he was lucky, put Bill in the ground.

Permanently.

[edbydraws]

Magma doodles bc why not right

[salty-sadness]

A buncha sketches.

Also, Idk how to put a warning, but suggestive Fiddlestan ⏬️

⚠️Apologies if you get flashbanged. Its pretty tame.

[ikurko]

this is so blue velvet

[millenianthemums]

it’s been a while since i’ve had the time/energy/motivation to do a full comic, so when i saw this post and was inspired i decided i had to draw it.

i feel like this is definitely a conversation these two would have in this AU. Stan and Ford are both extremely suspicious of Bill for good reason, so they always want to keep track of what he’s doing and don���t like when he wanders off by himself. Bill obviously resents this and wishes they’d just trust him already so he can plan to betray them in peace.

[stoicjewel]

"Even now... you're still not HIM."

[renewashere]

YAY RANDOM GF DOODLES!!! don't mind that there are like 3 different artstyles going on, I'm very indecisive and trying stuff out