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I didn’t finish the other version of this where they’re both biblically accurate lol

Day 2: sep.8 Strange

I guess it’s a part 2 to that other one huh.

“Pt.1”

@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

After a year of waiting...

VOILÀ MY MAGNUM OPUS

My ode to this ship that I put my whole heart into!

These are the two pieces I made for the:

Until The End of Time zine

Go download it! There's plenty more art and fic and amazing artists where this came from!

And remember: reblogs > likes

seriously i said “crap” at a band concert when i was 12 once and people were shocked

i keep promising reunion falls mabifica content and then not delivering so i finally just spent all day creating reunion falls mabifica content

just a dream

soos was crying behind the camera btw

I want to hug him so bad

- You’re hot. You’re so hot.

- Yeah, yeah no shit, Munson. Are they even ventilating this place?!

here’s your sexyman tumblr! TAKE HIM

people on twitter REALLY LIKED him btw… 🫣

the kiddos all grownup! can’t believe they’re technically a year older than me, wild stuff man

Collection of images and memes for anyone who doesn’t know what to draw

Hi tumblr.

Hermes.

Thats it that’s the post

more drawings 💕💖💘💖✨

a hero in his own way 🫡

Head in hands my head is in my hands oh my god poor Stanley pines

I'm obsessed with the idea how their hands can interact with each other

greasy weasel man finally gets a bath

mwah

I wrote a thing based on the scrunchie comic, I typed this up on my phone I hope it fits in an ask omg:

“I need him…”

“…?” Bill turned slowly, and Ford realized with horror the words had slipped from his mind out of his mouth.

“Who said that,” the men chorus in unison. Ford blinks, fire and sweat on his face, as Bill sports a shit eating grin.

“Oh, well *hello,* Sixer,” the once(?) demon drawls, and Ford quickly tears his gaze from Bill’s neck. “You *like* this?” Raising a greyish hand to the nape of his own neck, Bill’s grin increases appraisingly as Ford flushed further, blush darkening his ears. Cute!

“I-“

“-Don’t bother lying, you’re terrible at it.” Cutting off Ford’s defiant tone, Bill slinks closer to the slightly slumping man, who stiffens at his approach.

Now in the same small block of space, Bill stares unafraid up into Ford’s narrowed eyes. They shine like constellations, teeming with mysteries Bill wished he still had the power to pluck from his mind. …However, knew he had a power over the man, yet. Time for testing; reaching for one of those large six fingered hands, Bill grasps and pulls it, allowing Ford access to the bared back of his neck. Much to Bill’s delight, Ford’s breath hitches.

“…Really?” Ford won’t meet Bill’s eyes at the question, but he’s not moving his hand away, either. “Sixer~ look at me.” This has the opposite to desired effect, as Ford’s gaze stays stubbornly fixed on the wall. “Ford.” Finally, the man’s surprised eyes widen and he leans down just close enough-

-For Bill to grab his face and kiss him. Ford freezes for but a moment before -yes!- kissing Bill back. Kissing as a human was *different,* and Ford was a better kisser than he knew. Not that Bill would tell him. He’d just enjoy their little secret, as alway- Bill’s blurring thoughts are interrupted by a quiet gasp. He opens his eye to see a blur of Mabel- as Ford breaks their kiss, grabs Bill by the collar, and yanks him into the next room, slamming the door.

“…Oops?” Bill offers, wincing at the pressure of his shirt near his Adam’s apple -human bodies were inconvenient, after all - and Ford drops him, expression pained.

“You can’t- don’t kiss me in front of- *other people,* he whisper-screeches, face red as his sweater, and Bill’s smile drops entirely.

“Right.”

“…Bill?”

It makes sense. It makes Ford would be ashamed of him- of them. Bill isn’t expecting the hand on his shoulder, turning him briskly back around as he tries to walk away. He wasn’t expecting the look on Sixer’s face. He wasn’t expecting another quick, but passionate, kiss.

“It’s not that,” Ford sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as Bill’s shoulder’s tense.

“*You* didn’t gain mind reading powers, did you?!” The shrill question is met with a low chuckle.

“Of course not. You’re more expressive, now.” Bill vehemently utters a word that would not have gone past Disney’s sensors, and Ford’s lips tilt up at the corners, before he frowns seriously.

“Bill…it hasn’t been shame. Not for…awhile, now.” Bill’s eye widens comically, and Ford smiles, running his fingers over the exposed nape of Bill’s neck, enjoying the shorter man’s shiver. Then he sighs. “Just…don’t kiss me in front of Mabel. Or Dipper.” Bill’s smile returns, as he extends a hand.

“…It’s a deal.”

GIGGLING, TWIRLING MY HAIR, KICKING MY FEET. AHHHHHHHH💖💖💖

@shxxmisafreak thought you might appreciate getting first dibs on the next update UWU

Yeah, I have no self control.,, what of it 🙄

Some Bill sketches for your troubles💙

Aaand this is for anybody who wanted to smooch him…. he hates it (liar)