#did bill want to manipulate him into stopping to think about fidds?

[eeriedragone]

And that’s how he discovered Fordtramarine!

Couldn’t find the post of the og meme so here

⚠️ i"ve also made a Bill Cipher PMV if anyone is interested :')

[simsor-talks]

Ok so I'm a huge Ford stan (haha get it, because his na--) and I love this little meow meow and I love to see all the content that everyone is cooking after The Book of Bill. However.

I'm Not a big Billford fan 😭 and I'm not making this post to say I hate the Billford content on my dash. I'm making this post to say that I love all the Billford content on my dash. And now there are a few other things that I've been thinking about: a) I'm actually a Fiddauthor shipper, b) I'm practicing my improvising/storytelling skills, c) I like the Billford content even though I don't ship it, d) I love me some good angst. I don't know how much sense it makes but it's not supposed to be a serious post anyway. So here's what I've been thinking:

Chronologically, Fiddleford and Stanford met at Backupsmore and became friends, (and they were roommates :0), right. Fidds gives massive bi/pan energy and we all agree that Ford is gay (though i headcannon him as aroace when in different context. He's cool either way), but given that Ford is an oblivious mf, he never realised that Fidds had a thing for him. Fidds on the other hand was fully aware the feeling wasn't reciprocated so he never made any move. Then they parted ways, Ford went to Gravity Falls, and Fidds kinda got over his crush and started his business and a family. But then Ford called him and guess what. He didn't get over his crush. While they worked together, Ford kinda-sorta started reciprocating? But then Bill happened. And he happened big, making Ford practically fall for him (let's be honest, by manipulating and using him but still), to a point where Ford wouldn't do anything without him. And Fidds obviously got jealous af, because Ford kept praising Bill and calling him his assistant and his muse, but he didn't say anything because he trusted Ford and that he knows what he's doing. I honestly think it was a Sam/Frodo +Gollum kinda thing? Where Bill started telling Ford that nobody really is trustworthy, and especially not Fidds, for working so closely to the project. But still they tested it, and the incident happened, Fidds fell into the portal and well. He decided to quit working on it, to forget everything about it, and we know what happened to him next. Ford then realized, that what Bill wants is dangerous, and that he's been lying to him and using him and he shuts down the portal, stops sleeping and then the Stan situation happened and this time he fell into the portal. Welp. Now, he's been travelling through the dimensions for 30 years, ofc he had time to think about his whole life a bit. I mean not that he'd admit to doing something wrong, but maybe he realized some things, maybe got to know his feelings a bit closer, you know. I mean, Bill was Going Through it in the meantime, actually mourning after the divorce, and alright, billford is canon, but Bill is still a little bitch and he's still a literal demon and he fucking ruined everyone's lives. Literally. Then Stan got Ford back, they lived their domestic fluff for a while (I mean Ford was sitting in the basement all the time but anyway) and he definitely heard that Fiddleford is still there somewhere. And honestly I think he was too scared to talk to him earlier, and maybe also too proud, because he would have to admit to being wrong lol. But I think after the Weirdmageddon, after defeating Ford's evil ex and after getting Stan's memories back, Ford and Fidds did some catching up, definitely explained some stuff and then there was old men yuri and they lived happily ever after, even with Ford on a boat with Stan in the middle of nowhere

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, these characters are constantly consuming my brain

Read it if you want basically the summary of Ford's backstory 😭

[canyounotexistelias]

(posting here cause I don’t have an ao3 account ☹️)

(prepare for rambling. I’m really sorry)

SCREAMING CRYING GNASHING MY TEETH FROTHING AT MY MOUTH I JUST FINISHED YOUR “LETS DO THE TIME WRAP (AGAIN)” AND I—

IM IN AWE !!

YOUR WRITING IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS, SO DESCRIPTIVE, I BINGED ALMOST ALL OF IT IN ONE NIGHT AND ONLY HAD TO STOP BECAUSE IT WAS PAST MIDNIGHT. 

i CANT stress this enough you write the main cast of Gravity Falls so well!! I loveeee how you made the Mystery Twins more mature and conniving (the scamming and “manipulation”) , while still retaining their original core values and character traits. They’re always so interesting to read about and I think you captured their voices impeccably. 

Stanley, oh Stanley. You poor poor self-deprecating conman. The struggle of Stan seeing his own worth and thinking of himself as more than just the “bad/disposable twin” while fighting his own guilt and issuesssss. You’ve cooked a feast with his dilemmas and struggles, and my oh my are we eating well tonight. His dialogue is always so fresh and in-character, literally jealous of your writing rn. 

FIDDLEFORD MCGUCKET THE MAN YOU ARE. NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE OUT THERE UTILIZE THIS CHARACTER ARGH. HIS INTERACTIONS, HIS THOUGHTS, THE PINING IS EVERYTHING TO MEEE!! Like YES feed me in-denial gay scientists who left their wife and kids to work with their “friend”. YES give me fiddleford who’s been crushing on ford ever since their college days. Fiddauthor is a ship I hold near and dear to my heart, and you’ve done them an AMAZING service. Fidds could look Ford straight in the eye while saying “I want to be with you and grow old with you and live with you forever” and Ford’s oblivions ahh would still somehow think “ah yes fiddleford is such a great science partner. golly gee I sure hope there isn’t anything he’s trying to imply with his words here”.

And finally, my most favourite thing about the fic (apart from things previously mentioned) 

STANDFORD. FILBRICK. PINES. 

AJEJCNA DISJS CNSJSKXJEJKEJDBX ANSIDJ

there’s so. SO much I can say about him and his personality and the way you’ve written him, but I think this one quote summarizes him best. 

“I’m as egotistical as they come, as vain as a human can be, and so insecure it could cripple empires. But I care about Stan, and I care about my family. I won’t let my own failings doom them.”

LIKE. COULD IT BE MORE PERFECT?!!?!??! 

Like YES he’s a jerk. YES he’s vain and naïve and arrogant and thinks himself to be above everyone around him. YES he hurts the people close to him and YES he’s stubborn and rarely apologizes for his mistakes (before Mabel knocked some sense into him). 

He’s insecure, he laps up any shreds of positive affirmations and attention he’s given like a dying man despite having an ego the size of a mountain. 

But he cares. 

He cares so, so deeply. 

He cares about his brother, he cares about Fiddleford, he cares about the two kids that appeared in his life three days ago. He loves his family so so much but he feels sooo guilty about his past mistakes that he thinks to bury his feelings and focus on his work. He would chose them over all the power in the world because in the end, that’s what he did. Ford wants to fix his errors, but while nothing could ever make things go back to the way they used to, it’s sure as hell that he’s trying his hardest. 

Because Ford has made grave mistakes. He’s shunned his brother and ignored him for the better part of a decade, while obsessing over a deity that made him neglect himself and those around him. He’s failed over and over and over but he’s still trying to be better. 

Because Ford, Stan, Fiddleford, everyone in the story makes mistakes. Everyone in the story’s human (except bill but yk what I mean).  Because at the end of the day, no matter what happened in the past and who said what to someone, the Pines family will always have each other. Mistakes, regrets, hopes, and everything in between.  

And I just think that’s neat. 

(ARGH IM SO SORRY I ENDED UP RAMBLING I JUST FINISHED YOUR STORY AS I SAID AND MY MIND PHYSICALLY WOULD NOT LET ME SLEEP UNTIL I THANKED YOU FOR CREATING SUCH A WONDERFUL WORK.)

Oh my god thank you so so so so so so much??? This is so nice to read holy fuck. And YES U UNDERSTAND THE BEAUTY OF STANFORD PINES. HES SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER. And I am a Fiddleford hadron McGucket fan first and foremost so u had to include him here.

Again, thank you so much!!!!! This was so nice to read aaaaaa!!!

[danvssomethingorother]

Trust well earned

Summary: Bill came unannounced to see the progress of the portal, as he usually does. 

A03

Pairing: Fiddauthor

Characters: PF, PFord, human Bill Cipher

Warnings: Emotional abuse and manipulation.  

He had announced his presence early that morning, well before day break. Fiddleford had just gotten himself and Stanford to bed, his husband spooned against him when the pounding at the door came.

 Ford moaned and moved to get up but Fidds kissed his fingers and whispered he would get it, please go back to sleep. Ford grunted a protest but he was back to sleep the second Fiddleford’s feet had hit the ground and he tightened his robe on to keep some of the chill off him as he made his way out of the bedroom. He was always somewhere between a proper gentleman and a hillbilly his husband often complained, always bare foot in their home having a strong dislike of slippers and wool socks but he always took the time to wear a decent robe over his boxers and wife beater he wore to bed.

 He knew who it was and that sense of dread made him take each step as slowly as possible. The pounding growing and more and more impatient with each second he let stretch.  

 He paused on the last step and considered just turning around and going back to bed, leaving him out in the cold on this ungodly hour, praying he would just leave and never return. Free them from the shackles they had willingly placed on their own wrists. That was a foolish thought, they wouldn’t be free until he decided they were and not a second sooner.

 He gathered his courage and took a deep breath, he glanced at the clock ticking loudly from the kitchen, three thirty am and he already had to deal with this man. Lord give him strength…

 He didn’t know why he was wasting anymore time looking through the peep hole since he knew very well who it was and what he wanted but he needed those extra few seconds to prep himself to deal with the man who not only owned this town but owned them. He got a brief glance of the tip of his hat and his inhuman yellow eye being pressed against the hole before he finally clicked the locks open.

 Just as he grasped the door knob, the stout man on the other side had beat him to the punch of opening the door, smashing him hard against the wall making him gasp in pain. When he began to push the door away, he felt it smash against him once more and Bill chuckle loudly on the other side.

 “Didn’t see ya there, Fiddlesticks, yer just one of those forgettable faces, ya know?”

 Fidds ignored the comment as he shut the door firmly behind the short, plump man dressed like he was Mr. Peanut.  Fidds recalled a time when he could snicker behind this man’s back at his pompous attitude and his lack of inside voice but that had all changed over time.

 Fidds, after months of dealing with this man’s constant criticism of everything he did from the words he said to his mannerisms unchangeable now from his southern upbringing to his work that was never good enough.

 Ahead of him, leaning bored against his cane, inhuman eye looking intently at his pocket watch, mouthing his own ticking noises growing louder every second.

 “Hurry along, Fiddlesticks, I ain’t got all day for your antics.”

 Fidds stared at the man’s wilted yellowing skin trying to keep his eyes from that eye that haunted his dreams. Despite his appearance, Bill was human. It was rumored the rough, scale like skin came from him pouring acid on himself (though he tried to claim it happened during an accident to garner some sympathy from his husband) and while Fidds could believe that, he felt there was more to the story.  Considering the things Fidds had seen him showing his husband while he was hidden in the shrouded door way, maybe his appearance was from a deal with the devil. Your physical form for ultimate power was a small price to pay.

 A snap broke him from his short reprieve, he flushed hard realizing he had been staring intently at the man who’s smug smile was now showing off his jagged teeth.

 “Admire me later, fiddlesticks,” he paused chuckling at Fidds disgust even stepping closer to him to pat him on the cheek in a condescending manor, enjoying the way Fidds jumped back in disgust.

 He turned towards the stair way and continued his train of thought, “Where is Sixer? I don’t really have much want or need from the likes of you, I need the real genius who is actually capable of making change. Not someone only here to take demands.”

 Fidds bit his tongue and kept his head low so he didn’t see his pain while he got a hold of himself with a few deep breaths.

 “You came unannounced after a long night to meet yer dead line. He is asleep, I will slow you what you want to see so you can be on yer way.”

 Bill’s smile dropped and his ire was becoming known. Fidds gulped knowing he was treading on thin ice, but boldly stood his ground, knee quivering faster with each syllable he uttered.

 “We’ll do it your way then Fiddlesticks,” he said in an eerily calm manor tapping his cane against the ground filling the air with a low clicking that grinded against Fidds’s nerves.

 “I know my way,” he stated that smug look creeping back into his eye, Fidds turned his head away seeing his razor-sharp teeth peeking out from behind his wilted lips once more.

 Fidds merely nodded, hands beginning to shake as he followed behind the man who had been making his life hell for well over a year now. The portal down stairs was their bargaining chip out of this life of servitude for the man who funded their projects, including he and his husband’s most ambitious project to date, a university to share their findings and teach a new generation about the strange world hiding in the shadows around them.  

 Ford’s passion for the strange and unknown had always been contagious, he took him by the hand and slowly adjusted his life to it and made him love it just as much as him. The man he shared an elevator ride with, just took his passion and turned it back into fear of what resided beyond his view of sight.

 Though Fiddleford had no proof and even his husband told him it was his imagination, he felt the reason the shapeshifter had turned on him the way it did last month and nearly killed him was because of the man casually whistling before him as they descended further into the lab.  

 With his nerves on edge as they were the loud dinging noise Bill had to do once the door opened made him jump and grind his teeth. He just wanted to show this man their progress and get him out of their home as quickly as possible so he could go back to bed.

 Fidds ground his teeth harder as Bill knocked his personal computer prototype onto the ground with his cane, off the blue prints he had been working on a few hours earlier.

 “You changed my plans.”

 “They were unstable---“

 Bill silenced him with his glare as he tore his plans apart before his eyes and threw them in the trash bin. Fidds heart sank, all that planning and calculating, gone forever.

 “My plans were exact and unnegotiable as I told your husband, my calculations were not to be tampered with but really what should I expect from someone of your background. Pigs don’t take directions well, so neither do their handlers.”

 His smile brightened at Fidds open display of pain and shrugged as he added, “Really, what is the difference though.”

 He firmly poked Fidds with his cane making him stiffen, “Get Stanford down here immediately, fiddlesticks, I want to talk to someone with some level of intelligence who won’t ruin my designs or argue with me about them because they are too stupid to---“

 “That’s quite enough of that.”

 Through a mist of tears that were beginning to cloud his line of sight, Fidds saw Stanford himself standing behind them, not looking very amused to get out of bed to this. Bill set his cane back down on the ground and smiled walking away from Fiddleford, ignoring him once more setting his sight on his husband.  

“I was just talking to Fiddleford here about my plans, it seems he ruined them once more. I have been telling you from the start sixer, this man is not to be trusted around our work. He just—“

 He paused at Ford’s annoyed glare wordlessly telling him to stop. Fidds had only seen this look on his face after he found him the way he was, unable to speak or move, after the shapeshifter incident.

 He had only used an annoyed tone with Bill then as well when he demanded to know why he wanted him to get back to work when his husband was so unwell. They needed time, his health was more important.

 “I think you should leave Bill,” Ford said and when Bill didn’t move he took an intimidating step towards him and growled, “Now.”  

 Bill smiled playing his game for now, “Your house sixer, a proper guest like me will leave when asked.”

 His smile grew as he ‘accidentally’ bumped into a small table and knocked over some Bunsen burners and glass vials making Fidds jump onto the desk behind him to avoid stepping the glass spilled near him.

 “I’ll be back when you have calmed down and we can discuss this in a more civil manner.”  

 With that he left them with the mess. Fidds knew this wouldn’t be the last they saw of him but he could breathe a little easier seeing the determination in Ford’s eyes that told him his husband was done listening to the likes of Bill Cipher.

 Fidds stared at the sea of broken glass his husband wouldn’t let him near with no shoes on wondering if this is what would become of his dreams, all because of him.  

 Once the glass was cleared up Ford left the lab leaving Fidds behind as he sat at his desk, taping his blue prints back together. He kept telling himself and his husband it was all salvageable in his best impression of being hopeful. In a way he was, Bill was gone for now, at least for a little while, they could finally work in peace.  

 He went looking for his husband as his eyes grew tired and he only longed to sleep. He frowned finding him in the kitchen.

 Ford stood leaning over the sink, just staring at the skeleton of his future institution. Fidds felt guilt flaring inside him, it was his fault that dream may be dead and its rotting corpse would always loom over them, forever casting a shadow over their lives.

 He walked forward, pushing back every burst of anxiety, Ford sacrificed so much just for him, the least he could do is stand by him. He pressed himself against his husband and kissed his ear lobe whispering an apology.

 Ford said nothing, reaching one hand back to stroke the hair ticking against his cheek now, eyes never leaving the structure.

 “We’re smarter then him,” he said firmly, “We’ll work something out.”  

 He turned his head away from the structure before slamming the curtains shut in frustration, making Fidds jump. He pulled him close to him and kissed his nose in apology, leading him back out of the kitchen to head back to bed.

 Taking a glance back at the moonlight still creeping into the kitchen and shadowed outline of his legacy before shaking his head and assuring his husband they hadn’t failed just yet.

 “What’s a little more time, dearest?”