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dyspri · 8 days

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Its my birthday!!! Fill my inbox with billdip !!

(Headcanons or pictures or anything!)

#gravity falls #billdip

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dyspri · 10 days

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So sleepy 😴

#gravity falls #bill cipher #art #dipper pines #human bill #billdip #older dipper pines #gravity falls fanart #animation #fanart

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dyspri · 20 days

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Can…can I also join the BillDip server 😳

I think this one should be good

#im also on this server #and sometimes i post drafts n such

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dyspri · 27 days

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#gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #billdip #art #human bill #older dipper pines #fanart #gravity falls fanart

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dyspri · 1 month

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Wanted to draw them happy

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dyspri · 1 month

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Sleepy cozy 😴

#gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #billdip #art #human bill #older dipper pines #fanart #gravity falls fanart

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dyspri · 1 month

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The many AU's Dipper has been through.

@tswwwit - good luck with writing, wanted to draw some of your Dippers.

#gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #billdip #human bill #older dipper pines #art #fanart #gravity falls fanart

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dyspri · 2 months

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Commission for @darksymbolsinthewoods and their fanfic! Very cool stuff ! Loved doing it :) you can check out the fanfic here:

#gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #art #billdip #human bill #older dipper pines #fanart #gravity falls fanart

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dyspri · 2 months

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✨️🌷🌼🌱Deerper✨️🌷🌼🌱

Perhaps i will draw more of him

#gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #billdip #human bill #art #older dipper pines #fanart #gravity falls fanart

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dyspri · 3 months

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Vibe check: Red

You can try. But I wont make it easy 😌

#mutuals #vibecheck #i appreciate it #i dont run but my ominous presence keeps most people away.

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dyspri · 3 months

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Something something costume...

Lies this was purely self indulgent

Wanted to draw dipper as a princess.

#gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #billdip #human bill #older dipper pines #art #fanart #gravity falls fanart

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dyspri · 3 months

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#gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #art #billdip #human bill #older dipper pines #fanart #gravity falls fanart

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dyspri · 3 months

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I decided to do the meme.

Bill says that every time.

#gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #art #billdip #human bill #older dipper pines #fanart #gravity falls fanart

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dyspri · 3 months

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Theyre in love your honor.

Idk im making animatics. I hope someone gets a kick outta these

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dyspri · 3 months

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I wrote something:

Rating: PG

Words: 1363

Category: M/M

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Relationship: Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines

Additional Tags: Alternative Universe: fae, mindbinding, bad ending.

(This is a way for me to practice writing)

To the Fae:

Oh, you pitiful thing, sang the ringing in his ears. Had it always been there or was it just now happening. He knows he needs to speak, scream. He’s being suffocated by the beetles, they encase him and there's no way out.

Standing in front of the light rail - was nobody. A young man, standing on the station waiting for the train. Grey suit and coffee, and as the train approaches the vague feeling of wanting to jump in front of it. He hadn’t known his name, and he still doesn’t but he was Dipper now. It was picked for him by the things that were found with him when he had become lost. His hat had written on the inside, ‘Dipper’ there was no ID to say otherwise. Dipper steps onto the light rail and watches the door close. Off to work, his job at the company - he wasn’t sure what he did, but he knew that he had to work. He had to work and pay rent to live in his apartment, and he had to wake up at 6am to go for a jog before he went to work.

As he looks out the window, he watches the street, other workers, and the morning rush. They all collectively wear grey or beige or brown or black suits and carry their bags that hold a prepacked lunch. There is a feeling Dipper knows that he can feel, just not sure which one it is as he washes out the visuals of the outside. His commute is long - Light Rail, the bus, and a ten-minute walk to his work. He works in a very tall skyscraper, on the 5th floor, with no view, except for the other offices of the other buildings.

When Dipper gets to his desk, he finds a note, he has been moved again, to the other side of the office, he moves with no feeling, methodical movements. When he sits down, he looks at his emails. Nothing that really matters, but he responds to all of them with a smiley face or a ‘ha-ha, that's great!’ his face is not changing expression. The glare from his computer shining in his glossy eyes. Dipper works from 8 to 12:30 and gets up to have his pre-made lunch, a salad, same as the day before and the day before that. Dipper has a consistent routine, constant and unchanging, something he would never want to change. Or - something he couldn’t change. As he sits in the break room, he can hear the sounds of the microwave, and the blinking of the fluorescent lights, he hates fluorescent lights - or wait. No, he doesn’t. The ringing in his ears returns, he checks the time and returns to his desk.

When he gets back home at the end of the day, he unlocks his door and enters his apartment, he flicks the light on, and he hears the familiar sounds of scattering as the beetles move from the floor to the walls and roof. Some of them fall from the roof and land on him. Dipper looks into the undulating wall and finds himself staring into its rhythm, as he does every day. The beetles are a bright gold, they are beautiful, they bring Dipper to his knees every day. He stares, filled with emotions, he feels - he doesn’t know what, but he can feel, and that suffocation of the world leaves him, he can breathe.

“Why, what have I done?” Dipper whispers to himself and to the beetles. The beetles remain silent, still moving together. Their shells gleaming under the only light from his box apartment, the one window, a street light shines in. The gleam is hypnotic, he crawls into a ball on the floor, and falls asleep.

When Dipper was found, his body was not hurt, he had most of his belongings. He had his phone, wallet, and travel kit. Nothing stolen, no ID, just blank cards in his wallet. He was in a state of catatonia, completely unresponsive. After a week in hospital, he slowly began to reply, with no memory of who he was or what he was doing in Gravity Falls. He had not been the only one. There had been five others, they had all moved to the city after the incident and had lived fruitful lives, with good jobs and nice homes. Dipper had joined them. No one had ever come forward as family nor had any of the people lost to the Gravity Falls forests.

Dipper was at work when he saw her, a woman with long blonde hair. She had approached him at his desk while he had been working.

“Dipper?” She says as she peeks at him from over the divider, looking at her bright eyes - bright eyes that make Dipper feel something.

He looks at her without response, but this prompts her to move around into his space.

“Oh goodness Dipper, it's me - Pacifica.” She says while Dipper stares at her blankly.

“I don’t know you.” He mutters - but he swears he does. Or no, he swears he doesn’t.

“It's been so long, since 12, I think! My family moved away, but we used to hang out as kids.” Pacifica says.

Dipper watches her as she speaks, he thinks that she seems familiar and as he thinks that his mind wanders, thinking of his apartment. The beetles, the shifting gleaming bugs. The beetles.

“I don’t know you.” He mutters again, but his voice wavers, as he spins back to his desk monitor. He doesn’t see her leave, but when he finishes work, she isn’t there. He makes his way back to his house.

He unlocks the door to his apartment, the beetles scuttle around his feet, moving over him. He looks at the room, which isn't covered by the beetles. There wasn’t much, a couch, no lights. He hangs his backpack by the hanger on the back of the door. Instead of watching the bugs, which he normally does Dipper walks to the bedroom, inside is a bed. It is made, and looks untouched, vaguely Dipper realises he hadn’t slept on a bed in a long time. The beetles are in here too, they cover the floors and the walls, moving and scuttling around him.

Dipper shoves off his suit jacket and pants and moves to the bed. The beetles crawl over his feet as he shuffles to the bed. He doesn't pull back the covers, but he lays on top of them. The mattress dips to fit his body and Dipper lets out a soft ‘oh’ he hadn’t had this kind of comfort in - Or it was just nice. He stares at the ceiling as the bugs scuttle up the walls and onto the roof. They move in patterns that bring Dipper peace and calm. They fall off the roof and onto him, onto his arms and legs, on his face into his eyes and on his mouth. Dipper still watches, the fallen bugs run down his body and onto the floor.

The morning comes as Dipper wakes at 5:30AM, no alarm. Dipper just wakes at the time, as he realises, he is in bed, he feels his body, a soft comfort of the bed. He stretches and moves to get reading for his run. Yet. He could just sleep in. Or no. That’s not right and yet his body refuses to move, he lays still. The beetles that had danced him to sleep were still moving on his roof. They sang to him - it is a new day time to get up. Dipper lets out a breath, he doesn't want to. He gets up and lets the Beetles crawl over him.

Dipper had a phone, but never felt the need or want to use it, but he digs it from the drawer, it's dead and he feels the pull to put it back and leave it. But he finds the charger and plugs it into the wall. He pushes the Beetles away and sits on the floor as his phone signals that it's charging. He turns the phone on, the beetles crawling over him and encasing him from the knees down, the beautiful gold is enticing, they moved over his legs shining from the sun, they looked as beautiful in the day as the night.

Dipper gets up and checks the clock on the wall. Time to get to work.

#billdip #gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #human bill #older dipper pines #not edited heaps so may be writting mistakes

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dyspri · 3 months

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The gang goes fishing.

I wanted to draw these hats as some way of communicating my relationship to lgbtqia community. I hope this hits.

The hats read:

Bill: Women fear me. Fish fear me. Men turn their eyes away from me as i walk. No beast dare make a sound in my presence. I am alone on this barren earth.

Dipper: I fear women. Fish want me.

Mabel: Women want me. The minds of fish are unknowable

Pacifica: Fish want to have a beer with me. Women want to fix me.

#gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #art #billdip #human bill #older dipper pines #fanart #gravity falls fanart #pacific northwest #older mabel pines #mabel #maifica

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dyspri · 3 months

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(Dip had to drag bill to hospital after this)

#gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #art #billdip #human bill #older dipper pines #fanart #gravity falls fanart #animation

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