Reblog To Put One Of These In Your Mutuals’ Pocket When They’re Not Looking

What a harmless little creature! based on this

Random Bill Cipher Headcannons lol

The closest thing to love Bill can ever feel is obsession.

obv has no patience for ANYTHING. will ask you a question and interrupt you as you answer as soon as he knows what you're gonna say.

HATES being interrupted however, because of course he is a hypocrite like that.

secretly appreciates any drawings made of him, altars or shrines in his honor, tattoos, etc. anything you collect in his image only makes him more powerful! (Don't be shy, do a blood ritual in his honor!)

Mentioned before but he has a slight preference towards human women. as far as his respect for humans goes, its not much. But those witches? they knew how to party! Bill doesn't quite care about silly human concepts like 'feminism' or 'human rights' or 'free will' but he thinks its funny some women bleed for so long and never die.

If Bill gets interested in you, he will do anything he can to make his presence known. hear his laugh or voice in the back of your head? that's him. see distant symbols or images of him? its because he has to keep an eye on you silly!

Actually doesn't care about nudity or sexuality in humans. he's seen so many types of bodies and sexual acts throughout history to care about mundane things like seeing you or any human naked. or being intimate.

he does however, appreciate when you think of him in your intimate moments... any type of worship is appreciated from dumb little fleshbags!

Bill would shout in metro.

I was going home yesterday and I thought of Bill in public spaces? Like, it's so obvious he would be that one person whos really loud, listenning to music without headphones, poking on everybody and such. He is this kind of person.

He will debate you on every political view, breakdance on sits, try to sell you a fake version of a Bible and beg for money that he will later burn in front of you. Maybe he will stop the train between the stations. You can't make him go away unless you get histerical yourself. And he's doing it all for fun and chaos.

Rating: Eventually NSFW (Maybe)

Type: Ongoing

Tags: Ford Pines/Reader, Female Reader, 70s Ford, Young Ford Pines, Nerdy Ford Pines, College, Classmates, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Smart Reader, Sarcastic Reader, Ford is a Tad Arrogant, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, ...maybe, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Backupsmore University, Reader is a Jack of All Trades

Chapter Word Count: 7,263

Stanford Pines was not interested in taking ‘Physics and Chemistry for Elementary Educators’. However, he had foolishly vowed to take every physics course Backupsmore offered, without fully realizing the implications.

Despite his reservations, he was a man of his word. 

When he walked into the classroom, ten minutes before class, he found that it had already filled up. Unsurprisingly, the majority of the students were women, with colorful planners laid out on the desk in front of them. They used multi-colored highlighters and were already looking over the syllabus, which Ford picked up on his way past the teacher’s desk.

The room was even decorated partly like an elementary classroom. There were ‘science vocabulary words’ on index cards in one of those displays with clear pockets hanging on the wall, along with colorful posters reminding of important scientific facts. There was a set that gave a rather rudimentary explanation of the scientific process. 

He had a choice between two empty seats. He didn’t figure either would be more pleasant than the last—elementary teachers likely wouldn’t make for very stimulating conversation.

Each table had four students sitting at it. The only two other male students were already chatting animatedly at tables with three women at each. It seemed like they all knew each other already.

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I've been reading a Gravity Falls fanfic called "The Therapist" by @bapple117, where you - The reader- are Bill Cipher's Therapist in the Theraprism. I was on Bapple's Discord server and came across a conversation asking "What if Bill had a secret collection of art he made of the therapist and got super flustered when the therapist finds them."

Posted that and then someone mentioned that in a panic, Bill would probably try to eat the art and tries to eat the pages.

Anyways, I freakin' love this fic and this funky lil' guy.

ooh baby baby

HEYA, THE NAME’S BILL CIPHER, BUT YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT DIDN’T YOU?

YOU MISSED ME RIGHT? ADMIT IT, YOU MISSED ME. BUT YOU MAY BE WONDERING ‘BUT BILL, HOW ARE YOU HERE? AREN’T YOU IN PRISON? YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO CONTACT ANYONE.’

WELL SURPRISE, SURPRISE, THE OL’ FRILLY SHMUCK IN THE SKY GAVE ME A SECOND CHANCE. AGAIN. SOMETHING ABOUT HOW THEY’D NEVER SEEN ME SO MOTIVATED FOR THERAPY THAN WHEN I WAS WORKING ON MY LITTLE DIARY~! SAID THAT I THRIVE ON ATTENTION AND THAT MAYBE IF I HAD A LITTLE MORE OF IT, I’D ACTUALLY LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM THIS HUNK A’ JUNK PLACE.

HA! WISHFUL THINKING IF YOU ASK ME! BUT I WON’T TURN DOWN THE CHANCE TO MANIPULA— I MEAN TALK TO YOU LOVELY FLESH GOBLINS ABOUT— THE HUNDREDS OF ORGANS PULSING AND OOZING INSIDE OF YOU AT ALL TIMES, WHAT YOUR DEEPEST DESIRES ARE, THE EXACT TIME AND DATE OF YOUR DEATH, PALMOLOGY, OR WHAT YOUR FAVORITE SPORTS TEAM IS, GIMME A HOLLER!

AND IF YOU’RE FEELING EXTRA FRISKY, MAYBE WE CAN EVEN MAKE A DEAL~

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Hello little humans, this is the axolotl. I have given Bill this blog as a way to amends within himself and with all of you. I’d like to keep his words true, but from the blue I ask of you to take precaution. This notion is under my lock and key to prevent setting him free. Follow these rules to keep this blog in motion:

1. Keep your horrors in the deep, no pedo, incest, or other creeps

2. Do not spam or clog the ask box as this blog is not yours to hog

3. Remember there is life behind these lines, attacking it would not be wise

And please, try not upset Bill, we’ve had to replace walls and supplies and section off other patients as it will. Thank you for taking the time to listen to my rhyme.

i swear i have actual things im working on, but in the meantime you get studies and doodles

I literally wrote this at 4-5am and if I don't share it now I probably won't share it ever so I'm sorry if this sucks lmao

The Bad Timing

It was an autumn evening in 1981 and you and Ford were on the sofa, cuddling.

"I loved you ever since you met me."

Ford tilted his head to look at his lover laying on his chest. "When I met you?"

"M-hm." Was all you said. Ford chuckled.

"Don't you mean 'When I met you'?"

You smiled, still not looking at him. "Nope. I meant when you met me." Then you finally looked at him. "Because if I loved you when I met you, it would be weird."

He was silent for a while, thinking. "I don't get what you mean, darling."

You chuckled. "It just feels right to say it that way."

This confused Ford even more but when he opened his mouth to ask, you gave him a look that said "Don't think about it that much." So he changed his mind and didn't ask anything. 'It must be something that doesn't make sense but they like anyway.' he thought. You had things like that, he got used to it. You actually thought him not everything has to be factually accurate and sometimes doing some things in the wrong way was more fun. Just like this sentence, although he couldn't see the appeal to it yet.

You planted a small kiss on his cheek and he kissed your head. You both savoured this moment of cuddling on the sofa on an autumn evening, while his mind wondered off to the day you met in the library.

~

While he was in the portal he thought about you every day. One day he remembered this moment and he smiled. He still couldn't figure why you said it that way. But it didn't matter anymore, did it? He was lost in other dimensions and he lost hope on going back to his own. By that time he thought you would've moved on and maybe found someone else. Even though he knew that was most likely the case, it still hurt him to think every time. He just hoped he could go back one day and reunite with you and his brother.

After he came back from the portal, he was expecting to see you, if you were still in Gravity Falls, maybe married and with kids, grandkids even. It would hurt him for sure, but also help him to get over you.

He decided to ask Stan about you. Maybe you were still here and he'd get to see you once again. But before he had a chance to ask him, he saw you.

You were right there, right in front of him, at the gift shop, rearanging some items. You had your headphones on and were humming the song you were listening to. You didn't notice him until you felt his gaze on you and turned to him. You smiled politely and took of your headphones as you approached him.

"Hi! You must be Mr. Pines' brother, right?"

He looked confused and surprised at the same time.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." You extended a hand to shake his hand. He waited for a while, like he was lost in thought. After a few seconds he finally snap out of it and shook your hand.

"Stanford Pines." His voice betrayed him and shook a little.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Pines." He mumbled something like "You too." before you excused yourself to get back to work.

He looked behind you. All his thoughts about this reunion was crashed. Because in no scenario he thought that you would not remember him. He also, in no scenario, did ever think that you would be the same age he met you.

He went down to his lab in a hurry. He needed to be alone. He couldn't understand what was happening. How did you not age at all? Were you not human anymore? Or were you ever a human or were you something else this whole time? A vampire, perhaps? Or had you find a way to stop aging? How come you didn't remember him? Did you act like you didn't know him on purpose? But it really was like you two were meeting for the first time back there.

Then it hit him. The thing you said over thirty years ago. The time he met you. You had loved him the moment he met you.

"Because if I loved you when I met you, it would be weird."

Your words echoed in his head as he finally understood it all. He met you thirty years ago, but you met him just now, at the gift shop.

You must have traveled back in time. You weren't from his time. You were from now, the year 2012.

So at the end of the day, you had no chance on getting back together. Not because you were married, not because you were over him, but because of something you both couldn't control: The bad timing.

Talking about a single bill book page under here

The thing about this page is, for something that was supposedly ripped out, it doesn't really contain anything that strikes me as needing.... to have been... ripped out.

Sure, he talks about being lonely here and maybe that could be embarrassing to him, but it's not like he hasn't talked about being an outcast before, his entire about page has a section dedicated to his trials and tribulations with his peers when he was younger.

Additionally, there's many times in the journal where he seems to have written something he feels he shouldn't have. Though ripping that thing out isnt usually his method of choice. He much prefers to scratch things out.

Why couldn't the page have existed like this? Or even, if the entire thing truly is too embarrassing to have in your journal, why did you write it there in the first place?

It seems to me that the only reason this page was included with the other Bill pages was to set up the narrative of Ford's loneliness. (That within Journal 3 proper isn't really needed, because one can already ascertain that...). Doyalist reason? Sure, Alex is trying to set up his story. Watsonian reason? Naturally you turn it around and see it as Bill trying to set up his own story.

This page's existence in general isn't the only beef I have with it though. While we're meant to accept it on the basis that he ripped this out, Ford engaging with personal feelings, especially negative ones like this in such a blatant way is... unusual. I'd say he's much more prone to distracting himself away from that sort of thing with his work.

For the journal especially, this page would have to take place pretty early, as it's supposed to be pre-Bill. Which is weird, considering a later page in the original J3...

Of course, like I said, we the audience can understand Ford is lonely. And I'm not trying to say he doesn't know it himself, but he does not engage with it.

The thing about this page though, is that it's much more than just a single spot where Ford's own loneliness is mentioned. It's a turning point for the way Ford writes. Prior to Fiddlefords arrival, Stanford takes a few pages to introduce himself, then everything following is either an anomaly page or the occasional muse page. Like I said before, it's all very work-focused.

After Fiddleford comes to town, Ford is forced to feel the full extent how lonely he's truly been, and he starts to write a lot of pages of his and Fiddleford's adventures together, including his feelings during. (insert everyones favorite lines here:)

But he also starts to write about something else...

Over

and over

and over

again...

Fiddleford's renewed presence in his life really opened some mental-block floodgates in Ford's mind. From experience, sometimes you really aren't faced with how truly lonely you are until you are provided with some respite from it.

Again, I would like to say, it's not that I think he wasn't lonely before. He definitely was, and it's certainly part of why Bill was able to target him. But would he have written it out like that at that point in time? In the journal no less?

I dont really think so. I think he was doing everything in his power not to think or feel it.

And writing it down isn't really what I'd call conducive to that.