bunch more portraits n nothing doodlez 😝😝

Course doodles:3

Gerry holding a cup of himself with the trans flag like that caseoh image

And then him with michael dangling over his head in whatever impossible pose

Gerrymichael where Michael is taller than Gerard by a few inches. Their height difference is hardly noticeable and often covered by Gerard wearing platform boots that either evens out their height or makes him just a bit taller than Michael.

Doorkeay where Michael is taller than Gerard by a good foot and Gerard's platform boots have gotten comically large. (Yet, they still don't change the height difference of Michael being taller.)

anything could happen in the archives of the magnus institute

inspired by fools chasing fractals by @jonskepticeye on ao3 GO FRIKIN READ IT!!!!!!!! nearly every pining interaction between these two in this story took place in a setting that made me think of warm yellow lighting in a quiet place,,,, had to draw it (im only halfway thru no spoils >:[[)

inspo snippet under the cut

happy holidays squadddd heres some doorkeay frommmm 2 years ago?? maybe last year but it feels older hmmmm

feat agnes 🤲🤲💥💥

NEW DOORKEAY FANART 🌀🌀

“if I was empty space, and you were a formless shape, we’d fit”

pretty colours!! pretty people(?)!!! lyrics from “Strawberry Wine” by Noah Kahan

with the new knowledge we get from TBOB, we now know that Ford must have liked and participated in Halloween/Summerween—or at bare minimum Summerween.

We know this because TBOB has shown us that if Ford meets a paranormal entity who embodies a holiday and is policing whether or not everyone shows sufficient holiday spirit, he will not grudgingly play along. His first reaction is to get hopping mad and pick a fight with that entity over people's freedom to opt out of holidays.

Had the Summerween Trickster discovered Ford not showing sufficient holiday spirit and tried to chastise him over it, much less threatened him, Ford would've chased him off his property with a flamethrower jury rigged out of a lighter and a can of hair spray—if not outright hunted him down for the sake of any innocent children of Gravity Falls who just don't feel like wearing a costume. The Trickster would've either died in the 80s or been too terrified to ever show his cute little masked face at the Mystery Shack again.

Which means Ford must never have given the Summerween Trickster any reason to reveal that he punishes people who aren't Summerweening hard enough.

Which means when the Trickster arrived at Ford's door, he must've been met with enough holiday cheer to leave quietly and peacefully.

I wouldn't be surprised if Ford never decorated or dressed up; but I also wouldn't be surprised if, when the Trickster knocked on his door, Ford delightedly answered, "wow!! I didn't think I'd get any trick-or-treaters this far from town! Here, I've got a big bag of jelly beans, you can take the whole thing, I doubt any other kids are coming tonight!"

The Trickster is appeased.

He also might've mistaken the trench coat for some kind of gritty noir detective costume.

Everyone go check out my bestie @/joyflameball/@artflameball's 80's Weirdmageddon AU right now

they kiss. thats it. thats the comic.

woof

i saw someone lamenting that so many tumblr users block eachother before they ever even interact just because the blockee seems annoying. i went to their blog and i looked at their pinned post and then, dear reader, i blocked them

been trying to practice my character interactions so they're not just standing in a void </3

sorry for being annoying [remembers that practicing gratitude instead of shame is better for my mental health and my relationships] thank you for letting me be annoying with you

Fixed some stuff, Hermit and Pale visitor (with headcanons)

He's the cutest!!!!!!!!!!

people talk about how we need to bring back "don't feed the trolls" rhetoric for modern internet ragebait and I agree but also I think the most useful thing from the Old Internet that I miss is LURKING

be a lurker. just read things and think about them without feeling the need to weigh in or call out or disseminate everything you encounter. it's so nice and so freeing and it's a good way to learn things.

I have frequently regretted getting involved in shit that didn't involve me online but you know what I've never regretted doing? Lurking. literally lurk moar