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a/n: another one bc they’re fun to do !! ♡ also this is for the few people that wanted more <3!

[matcha-milkies]

LIKE AN OLEANDER

Summary: Bill Cipher needs a footstool and a thoroughly Stockholmed Ford is happy to oblige.

Relationships: Bill Cipher & Ford Pines, Pyronica is there too

Content Warnings: Abuse, Master/Pet, Psychological Torture/Horror/Trauma, Stockholm Syndrome, Victim Blaming, Sensory Deprivation

Tags: Triangle Bill, Canon Divergence - Weirdmageddon, Bill Cipher Wins, Collars, Chains, Whump, Hurt No Comfort, Bill Cipher is a Jerk

Word Count: 1,306

Link to AO3: Here

A/N: Based on @jellyskink’s immaculate Domesticated Ford AU, in which Bill mentally breaks Ford in the 1980s and brainwashes him into an obedient and fawning pet. Weirdmageddon started early, and over time the weirdness bubble surrounding Gravity Falls naturally expanded to contain both California and Oregon. If you want to learn more, there’s a lot more tidbits on their blog, though fair warning it’s a pretty dark and sad AU.

Thank you, jellyskink, for giving me the green light to write a fic for this!

I saw someone say this au is “all pain, no sex” which is really at the heart of what I look for in fics, but is so painstakingly absent in most fandoms, so this is a godsend •⩊•

If you haven’t listened to “Oleander” by Mother Mother what are you even doing with your life /lh

Bill Cipher is in a particularly good mood today. He and Pyronica probably broke a record for largest bonfire in California, even counting all their previous antics over the years. Not the dream demon’s most creative endeavor by a long shot, but hey, sometimes you just gotta start a blazing inferno to let off some steam. Nothing wrong with a bit of simple, straightforward arson now and then.

It’s only when he returns to the Fearamid, practically glowing, buzzing and high off the screams of the innocent, that he remembers the state he left Sixer in.

The man is in a kneeling position, collared by the neck. His hair, fluffy and disheveled, feathers down to around his shoulders, brushing against the cruel blue metal. His twelve fingers twitch and grasp at nothing, futilely, as though groping for purchase on a rugged cliffside. His purple sweater is rumpled in places, like he had pulled and grabbed at that too, to no evident avail. He’s whimpering to himself, words that are at first indiscernible as Bill enters the massive chamber.

The scientist is tethered to a ring near the base of the Throne of Frozen Human Agony, staring vacantly into the middle space, unseeing. It’s not his fault. Bill severed all input from his optic nerves, so he literally can’t see. Or hear. Or feel. Yeah, he cut off those nerves too. It was supposed to be a punishment that lasted a few hours. And then Bill had left and gotten carried away with his fun, and well, it had been an entire day.

Whoops.

Make no mistake, he doesn’t feel bad about it. If anything, it’s kind of funny, like forgetting to feed your dog! Wait. Humans don’t find that funny. Well, who can expect them to understand the emotions of an all-powerful chaos god? He draws closer, and the previously indiscernible words sharpen into clarity.

“I love you, my muse. I love you.”

Repeated ad nauseam to the uncaring void.

“Aww,” Bill clasps his hands together and brings them closer to his eye. “He’s so pathetic!” Pyronica, who came in with him, nods her agreement and laughs along. This must be what it’s like to catch your puppy mid-dream, its little tongue lolling and leg kicking at nothing.

He can’t remember whether he instructed his pet to repeat those words or not. Honestly, it’s anyone’s guess. Bill’s will and Ford’s are so inextricable at this point that Ford often does things without needing to be told. Of course, they’re not entirely on the same wavelength, or else punishment wouldn’t be required in the first place.

“Eh, remind me to snap him out of it in another half an hour,” Bill says, settling himself on the throne. With a wave of an arm he summons a martini glass. “I’m gonna have myself a drink.”

“Sure thing, boss.” He summons a glass for her too, and hipshot, she accepts. “Hey, you think we should’ve put the fire out before we left?”

They both share a hearty chuckle over that. “Would be a shame if it all burned down!” Bill sighs as the laughter dies down. “Nah, but seriously. California will still be there for us to play with tomorrow. And if it isn’t, we can always just rebuild it! In my image! Ha!”

“Yeah. Technically the fires are my image though.”

“Touché!”

They talk for a while, maybe 20 minutes or so in this fashion, casually sipping time punch and discussing unnatural disasters like they’re music festivals. Ford goes completely untouched and unnoticed, until suddenly Bill returns his attention to the human, and a light bulb goes off next to his hat.

“Wait. Do you wanna see something hysterical? I have the best idea.”

Every sensation returns to Ford at once in a flood of color, touch and sound. Sometimes, when Bill is feeling merciful, he eases him back into it, but his merciful moods are few and far between. More commonly, he likes to toss the scientist in the deep end and watch him flounder, tears quickly beading at the corners of Ford’s eyes and spilling fatly over his cheeks. His body convulses in a singular, broken sob, and before he can finish another apologetic, “I love you,” Bill hits him with a hard command.

“Stanford! I need a footstool!” The demon extends his legs and wiggles his feet a little. He whistles as though beckoning a dog. “Come ‘ere!”

Despite his disorientation, Ford rushes to obey, lurching in the direction of Bill’s voice and falling flat on his face. Shakenly, he picks himself off the ground, letting loose a singular groan.

“I’m still waiting!” Bill sings, swinging his legs a little for effect. Pyronica snickers. Ford tries again, following the sound of his muse’s voice, although he is quickly dismayed to find that he’s already reached the end of his chain. He falls just short of Bill’s feet, and no matter how he chokes himself, no matter how hard he tugs at the collar or the chain attached, he can’t go any further than this. His distress is evident in the way he keens.

“What are you doing?” Bill demands, rolling his eye. “All I asked for was a simple footstool and you can’t even do that? Bad! Bad dog!” Ford sobs.

“I-I’m sorry, my muse!” he rasps, the cold metal of the collar pressing in on his windpipe as he strains to obey. “I’m so sorry!”

Pyronica is practically in stitches at this point, and Bill is a showman, a class clown ever chasing the next laugh. “Are you really though?” His eye wanes to an amused crescent. “Do you even love me, if you can’t even follow a command as simple as this?”

“Yes!” Ford insists with a cry. “Yes, my muse, I love you! I’m sorry that I’m so useless… Please, please forgive me…”

“Why should I? Do you think you deserve forgiveness?”

“N- No,” Ford sniffs, “but—”

“Alright, alright. Since I’m in such a good mood, I’ll give you a hand.” Bill waves his hand in a circle and the chain elongates, allowing just enough slack for Ford to crawl under his waiting feet. Bill settles them heavily on top of Ford’s back and sighs. “Ahh, that’s better.” The man shakes under the weight.

“Thank you, my muse,” he says. Normally, he would be a lot happier about serving Bill like this, but he’s clearly still torn up over his recent punishment and failures. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it, kid!” Bill rests his hands behind his ‘head,’ or rather, the tip of his topmost vertex. “Maybe after this, if you’re good, you can have a treat.”

“R- Really? Oh, thank you so much, my muse. I promise I’ll be good.” His voice is still wavery from the earlier-shed tears, but his cheer seems to be returning. It’s not difficult to keep the man happy when he’s so thoroughly and hopelessly smitten with his muse. Bill could have Pyronica drop-kick Ford off the top of the Fearamid right now and when he reached the bottom he would find a way to smile and thank Bill, no matter how many broken pieces he was in.

“Yeah. Now shut up while I get some reading in. Hasn’t anyone ever told you footstools don’t talk? Sheesh.” With a sigh, Bill summons an extradimensional magazine and floats it in front of his eye, every so often flipping through the pages. Pyronica says she’s off to see what Teeth and Keyhole are up to, and Bill acknowledges her departure with a little grunt and wave. Ford stifles a whimper. His back has already been giving him issues lately, and this definitely isn’t helping matters, but he soldiers through it for his muse. He’s determined not to mess up again. He’s determined to be a good footstool.

A/N: This is my first time writing from Bill’s perspective! I don’t usually write him this cruel, so it was a fun change of pace to lean full force into that side of him. Thanks again, jellyskink, I hope you liked this little installment!

[tateypots]

Wip Wednesday Thursday

Well this is exciting, first time I’ve been tagged in a Wip Wednesday Thursday so thank you to @aurorawritestoescape for the tag!

I have two things on the go at the minute which could not be more different thematically, firstly part 4 of To Keep You Safe, which morphed from a one shot I wrote for @justagalwhowrites Joel Miller Birthday Celebration into a full blown series because I loved writing this pair so much. Soft Jackson Joel in an established relationship and on a mission.

Parts 1, 2 and 3.

Joel, still behind you with an arm wrapped around your waist moved to take a step towards the door but you resisted, pushing back into his chest and squeezing his fingers slightly. He stilled, following your lead. Once the last few people shuffled out and the door banged shut you swivelled in his arm and reached a hand to either side of his face pulling his lips down to yours, mouth open, immediately searching for his tongue. He was quick to reciprocate, not knowing what he’d done to illicit this reaction but eternally grateful to have you in his arms. His tongue tangled with yours in a passionate dance as his free arm snaked around you, coming up over your upper back and holding your shoulder, his thumb gently stroking the skin of your neck. When you eventually broke the kiss, panting for air you whispered against his lips, “sorry for telling you off. Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Baby, taking care of you is my favourite thing to do.”

“I love you Joel. So much.”

“I love you too darlin’. To the moon and back.”

And secondly another one shot morphed into a series, (I sense a pattern 🤷🏻‍♀️) which I will just label as the Collared collection for now. Warnings this has dark content (kidnapping, non-con) so please skip this if this is not for you.

Part 1 and 2

4 weeks. It’s been 4 weeks since you woke up naked and chained to a bed in a strange cabin. 4 weeks since you cried and pleaded with Joel as he explained your new situation, since he told you that you would be safe, fed, taken care of and all that was expected in return was for you to spread your legs for Daddy Joel and Uncle Tommy. 4 weeks since you begged him to let you go, told him through broken sobs that you didn’t want this, that you were a virgin. 4 weeks since he told you he’d already taken care of that for you. 4 weeks since he crawled on top of you the first time that wasn’t really the first time, just the first one you could remember.

I don’t really have anyone to tag so if you have something you’d like to share and you haven’t already please take this as a tag for you!

[bicest]

Yaaay <3

Three ships you like: same as prev I will have to narrow it down to what I’ve thought about the most tonight, ajscnsdcjodnofvin. Holmescest is huge for me right now (Sherlock/Mycroft), as well as what a pal of mine termed Spycest (Craig!Bond/Blofeld), and specifically Tenth Doc/Fourth Doc Doctorcest. …I may have a type.

First ship ever: the first was before I knew the word, and it was Neo/Agent Smith from The Matrix 😁

Last song you heard: ‘My Petersburg’, from the stage version of Anastasia

Favorite childhood cubhood book: …fuck, so, I can’t remember the name, I just remember the premise and the visuals extremely clearly—there was a series (maybe it was just two?) of children’s books about a man and his cat, and the man learns about the preference cats have (like he can’t find a gift the cat likes, it turns out the cat likes the box), throughout the stories. I adored these books, read them a million times, can’t for the life of me remember what they were called (internet has failed me) 🥲

Currently reading: Blood Meridian

Currently watching: Sherlock Holmes (Granada series)

Currently craving: also chocolate cake, samesies ajnsijfndjhbsih

Tagging… all my mutuals who enjoy tag games! <3 …This account is new I don’t know who likes them yet—

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better:

Tagged by @goth-automaton yo! thanks for the tag :)

3 Ships I like: mannn jus' three? okay my favored children are Nemestine, Creva, and Weskertine

First Ship Ever: Freddy Kruger/Nancy Thompson. I am nothing if not consistant in my villian/final girl (heroine) pair supremacy

Last Song You Heard: "Renegade (We Never Run)" off the Arcane Season 2 soundtrack

Favorite Child Lichhood Book: "Where the Wild Things Are" by Maurice Sendak

Currently Reading: Still reading those Resi Novels by S.D. Perry whenever I get a chance to

Currently Watching: Arcane, Season 2

Currently Consuming: nothing, I ate [sou- redacted] before doing this, woops

Currently Craving: a good strong drink but that requires me to get up and pour a glass and I don't feel like pushing through the multiple layers of relity to grab a [redacted] to swig down my [also redacted]

Tags for 9 people pffh I tag whoever I want:

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and whoever else wants to I'm not your parental aid

[un-common-dreams]

day 2: farm au

oc: camille (glory)

[pixlatedvampire]

You gave those wounds to your god, Enki. Did you think they would heal so easily?

(Uh Oh! Someone gave the priest catholic guilt!)

[creative-robot]

I know The Founders Cut, generally, is the edited scrubbed over version of genloss from Showfall in-universe (as well as a not-8-hour-long-three-stream-binge-night whenever we want to watch it again) but something that struck me as odd and I haven’t seen anyone mention yet, is this warning

It shows up right at the junction where the third act starts, where it appears the Hero is breaking free of Showfall thanks to Hetch. But here’s the thing, while a LOT less than the previous acts the audience still played a significant role in this act, even when really only given two audience interaction choices. Which makes me wonder, how real is this warning, and who is it for? Obviously the audience involved knows what happens past this point, but the audience is also implied to be an integral part of the Social Experiments, which is part of why things start to tweak out when the Founder removes them in the Founder Cut as the Generation Loss generation loses.

My first thought, was that obviously this is another bait and switch, a way to draw the audiences attention, seeing something that’s secret, something that’s not “meant for them”, which is a tactic I could see Showfall using in universe to keep people’s attention and add an air of mystery to their shows.

But

Showfall is doing all their experiments and these shows with a LOT of help from their censors to show it off, displaying a fun silly show that is definitely not uber fucked up and that is 100% just slime don’t worry about it, it’s kid friendly if it’s green! And I don’t think they’d want to bet all their cards on this one experiment doing well enough to their audience to not question the sudden shift in tone that follows this warning. Which makes me wonder.

They did their test, they did their experiment, and the evidence of this last act? I think it was a one time run, they don’t want anyone seeing this, it isn’t for the audience. Act three is specifically to both test and play with their Hero, Hetch’s new lines add a level to this, never once does he call the Hero by their name, just refers to Ranboo as their Role, and he’s not exactly. Nice? About literally any of Ranboos concerns, which wouldn’t really seem conductive to making an audience trust him, especially with his monologue at the end. Ranboo has escaped before, possibly right before act 1 started, they tightened the security on his mask to be unremovably part of them, Hetch doesn’t like the Hero but they’re a fan favorite so he can’t just get rid of them.

Act three is the cumulation of Ranboo being punished for things they don’t remember, for daring to break free from Showfalls control, this is Hetch taking the Hero and essentially majorly fucking and manipulating them to take his frustration out on a fan favorite they can’t otherwise get rid of or give a smaller role like Slimecicle. which is exemplified by the fact that we now know Charlie most likely was never able to actually able to fully snap out of the control, that even in act three in panic and confusion there was at least still a part of him being influenced by Showfall.

So the first two acts are the usual show, they have their posters, they have Squiggles to introduce them, they have goofs and silliness and only a couple slip ups that’re quickly dealt with, the usual rose tinted curtains. Act three?

Do not watch the following material

[darksigns-exe]

I have been plagued by thoughts about this boy on his knees and I have to think about it so do you 🥰

warnings: oral sex (f receiving)

note: if you see spelling and punctuation mistakes you did not. bye 🩷

nsfw below

This pretty boy on his knees for you? He likes it just as much as you do — maybe even more. It’s his favourite thing. He likes the scrape of your nails against his scalp, likes how you tug at his hair when he finds a particularly good spot.

He’ll spend what feels like hours between your thighs, licking and kissing as if he’s worshipping at an altar. His hands never leave your thighs. The hold Noah has on you is tight, but not as desperate as you’d like him to be. Occasionally, you hear little whines and moans coming from him, soft little sighs of your name.

With how slow and diligent he is, it never becomes too much. It’s such a luxurious thing to have your pretty boy in front of oh like this.

When you look down at him, you find him with his eyes closed, sighing to himself. Noah’s entirely lost in his own world. He’s never been prettier.

Slowly but surely you feel yourself reaching your climax and your grip in his hair tightens just enough to spur him on. He looks up at you, eyes blown wide in pleasure. His cheeks are flushed so prettily. You can tell that he’s so close behind you. This is as much for him as it is for you. He’s all sighs and gasps against your pussy. Two of his fingers find their way inside of you, just to help you get over the edge. And when you finally come undone, it almost makes you black out. The warmth that floods through your body makes you shiver and shake, and you know that you’re probably gripping his hair a little too tight - not that he minds.

Eventually, he pulls away. His cheeks and lips smeared his spit and your release. There’s an almost dazed smile on his lips. God, he’s so satisfied with himself that he almost looks a little smug.

And when you ask him if he needs help getting off, he shakes his head with the most proud of himself look on his face. It’s only then that you notice the very obvious wet spot in the front of his boxers. It’s not the first time it’s happened, and really it should not surprise you. You know how much he enjoys burying his face in your pussy.

[oof-ow-my-bone]

still thinking about them… they’re so special to me…

@arrimorr

[idkaguyorsomething]

buffy season four will give you whiplash any time they cut from one romantic subplot to another. ¿anya and xander? autistic loser4loser in the best way possible. they’re cute as hell. ¿willow and tara? amazing, magnificent, spectacular, literally groundbreaking witches experimenting with magic and being gay 10/10 no notes. ¿buffy and riley? rancid. worst ship ever. what does a queen like her see in such a cardboard cutout of a man who doesn’t even like that she can fight better than him

[prettybbychim]

i can count on one hand the amount of female characters in this game that have made me stop and stare but damn She. stunning i’m in love

[itspileofgoodthings]

School is going so great and also I am so exhausted and also I am having an existential crisis

[valewritessss]

The bad part about being an anxiety girly who needs a weighed blanket to sleep is that during the summer it’s either being comfortable for a while until it gets too hot or not feeling comfortable at all but at least you’re not all sticky

[stimboardboy]

crow plushie

[crossbackpoke-check]

Looks like that video is about a month & a half after The Trade and trevors broken ankle 😣

re: this video… anon 😭 i had suspicions but it is so much worse to have them confirmed that really was like. trevor’s first Public Appearance without jamie AND post-broken ankle which is traumatic in and of itself no wonder every beat reporter was like ‘oh yeah trevor’s just devastated’

wouldn’t you be miserable too if your best friend just got traded and your body betrayed you and what if it was maybe all your fault!!!

[hearteyespierce]

god the hits really don’t stop fucking coming do they.