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College AU go brrrrr!

Bonus:

I bet Fiddleford McGucket would loveee elvis costello. He would be there with him banjo absolutely going ham playing some costello.(and he would make ford sing songs with him if needed, especially for Please Mr. Kennedy)

forgotten confession..

Awwwww gay old men :)

smooshing them together like toy dolls

someones gotta take my drawing pen away before I get ill

Billford this Billford that. Can we talk about how Fiddleford spent hours trying to perfect a 6 finger glove pattern for Ford AND made him a HAND MADE replica of the shack. While forgetting to make anything for his actual wife for christmas

I'd go absolutely fucking bonkers if I found out I lost the man I was pining after for years to a literal shape too

Alone Together au! Where both Ford and Fiddleford fall through the portal

30 years after + first fall through

They fell through the portal after Fidd left Ford and before Stan arrives, that middle period where Ford is haunted by bill and going crazy.

Fiddleford went back after the incident trying one last time to warn Ford but instead they got into a fight actives the portal get sucked in and you know the rest.

take this sketch I drew in like 15 seconds because my god does that man need a hug. as many hugs as he can get. regardless of how artblocked I am rn

i want it to be put on record that when i posted this to tiktok, i did not think it would blow up, nor did i ever imagine that the ship name would be "billfiddlesford"

the council decided that name without my consent, but i do appreciate the whimsy of it /j

i made these comics as a joke with myself about "what if fidds just got tired of bill's nonsense and teased him 24/7 bc Bill's a menace but Fiddleford grew up on a farm" type of thing, which has now spiraled.

also bc consider; I want Fiddleford to have a win? i want him to be happy and healthy and also in a polyamorous gay marriage with his college friend and his muse, nothing too dramatic

DRAW MORE FIDDAUTHOR PRETTY PLEASEEEEE SNAKRKJESEJOE

always and forever o7 (i am actually cooking an animatic, not fiddauthor but ford. hope all the new peeps coming to my blog could stay around whenever i finish that)

but heres some fiddauthor doodles i did the other day that i never planned to post haha

He finally figured out the formula guys (ft normal friend behavior)

fords little crush

transcript below

mabel: you like fidd?? ford: WAIT- NO- I JUST- ford: that was for... someone else.... mabel: my time... has come... - mabel: Lets talk romance!!! _ mabel: oh hi stan! you should be here too! stan: NO-

“face it, mcgucket: he’s never going to see you that way.”

toxic old man yaoi seems to have spawned some of us from the dead. so i thought i'd kick the gravestone >:3c

i also never got to posting the art i made way back when this was an actual art/cosplay trend so this is my way of making up for it and feeding the inner teenager, enjoy

Fiddleford the man you are (don't ask him, he doesn't remember!)

Woot woot! All aboard the Gravity Falls AU train!! So, yeah. I've fallen victim to the recent resurgance of Gravity Falls, and i'm not even mad. This is my first fic on AO3, and i'm really excited to see what y'all have to say! Here's a part I very much enjoy from the first chapter: "Gravity Falls was a sleepy little town nestled in the woods of Oregon. Ford knew that going in, pouring over books, and connecting traced anomalies all the way to this backwoods town. It surprised him, really, that while it was lacking in people, there was never a shortage of secrets.

The loneliness, though, he couldn’t have prepared for. While he hadn’t lived with his parents since before his college days, there was always someone in his room. Whether that be Fiddleford, Stan, or even Shermie on some nights, there was always a living, breathing person next to him- a continuous source of noise to shut his brain off, to.

Here, there was nothing. Sure, the quiet hum of insects was audible, and the floorboards shifted and the house creaked, but there was no reassurance. No quiet breaths or gentle noises to fill the night. His eyes always move, his brain always produces one thought after the other, and there is no lull of another tired person to stop them." Hope you enjoy!!

YOUR ART IS SO GOOOOOD!!!

mfw i’m lowkey scarred for life and the only reprieve is self inflicted brain damage

i’ve lost my mind for realsies

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