#lee Bill Cipher

[veryblushyswitch]

I love lee Bill and ler Ford so much actually- 💖

Triangulum Experimentum

Summary - While working on the portal’s blueprints, an accidental discovery quickly derails Ford and Bill’s plans for progress.

Word Count - 1650

Note - This fic was written for Day 15 (“Are you ticklish?”) of Tickletober 2024.

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Stanford Pines was in the mindscape, a void of space containing distant stars and galaxies. Floating journals, books and scrolls filled the immediate area, along with other items familiar to Ford. This place existed in his head, after all.

Ford would have been all alone here, if it hadn't been for the company of his muse, Bill Cipher.

The two were working on equations and mathematical formulas together, pertaining to the portal that Ford was currently building, under Bill’s direction. The portal was nearing completion, and would soon be ready for testing.

Bill carefully observed the calculations projected in the space, searching for any errors or possible areas of improvement. Ford, standing near the dream demon, was scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment with an old-fashioned feather quill.

“Everything looks fine to me, Sixer. Are you sure you need to alter the blueprints?” Bill inquired, still scanning over their handiwork.

Ford continued to scrawl away, determined to improve the device.

“I think there’s a way to make the gateway more stable. I just have to figure out the right equation.”

“Whatever gets you there, Fordsy.” Bill commented, his eye still trained on the projections.

A moment of silence passed between the two, before being broken by Ford, who finally came up with a solid equation.

“Aha!” He cried out. “I think I’ve done it! Bill, take a look at-”

As Ford began to move toward Bill, eager to show off his work, a journal happened to float directly in the path of his legs. As Ford stepped forwards, he tripped on the object, losing his balance and lurching forwards.

Bill turned just in time to see Ford fall. As Ford did so, however, his arms flailed outwards, the one holding the quill being extended towards Bill. The feather made contact, swiftly brushing down the length of Bill’s side as Ford went down.

As the soft object glided across Bill, he felt an internal ‘shock’ of sorts run through the area of contact. Seemingly automatically, he jerked back, a small chuckle escaping.

“Hah!”

“Bill! Are you alright?” Ford asked, pushing up his glasses as he reorientated himself.

Bill, confused about what had just happened, shook the event from his mind momentarily to address Ford.

“‘Course I am! You can’t get hurt in the mindscape, remember?”

Ford was still concerned.

“I know,” He began, “but you seemed to recoil when the quill…”

Ford trailed off, eyeing the feathery instrument in his hand. He looked back at Bill, who was floating indifferently.

No, it can’t be…

“Bill, are you… ticklish?” Ford questioned.

Bill squinted, unfamiliar with the term.

“T… tick…?”

“Ticklish. You know… knismesis and gargalesis?”

Bill stared blankly.

“It’s this thing where if someone makes contact with you in a certain way, it makes you laugh, and your body sort of… spasms.” Ford explained.

Bill chuckled in response. “Humans sure do have the most useless reflexes! It's hilarious!”

“That’s why I’m wondering how you experienced it.” Ford stated. “Could it be an effect of my dream on the mindscape? Or something else?”

As Ford pondered, Bill leaned back, crossing his legs and placing his hands behind his top point as he bobbed up and down in the air.

“Bill, would you mind if I tested a few things? Just to collect some data. I promise it won’t take that long.”

Bill stopped. He was hesitant to relive the event that had just occurred moments prior, but this was probably the closest he’d ever gotten to having someone fully construct his portal. Getting on Ford’s bad side at this stage in the game would result in a lot of wasted progress. Besides, Bill found pain to be hilarious! This couldn’t be all that different.

“Sure thing! Knock yourself out, Sixer. Just as long as you get back to work on the portal right after.”

“Great!” Ford exclaimed, beaming. He let go of the parchment, which floated off into the distance.

Bill’s ankle was suddenly seized, with Ford then pulling the triangle closer to his body. Bill dangled upside-down as Ford secured his grasp around the ankle.

Still clutching the quill, Ford positioned the feather-end so that it was hovering just above Bill’s foot.

“Test one, commencing… now.” Ford made contact, gently swirling the feather in circles over the small, black surface.

There it was again! Bill, almost instinctively, started kicking his free leg as the same sensation from before now radiated over his foot. Light giggles bubbled up.

“I see that you’re struggling.” Ford noted. “Does that mean you’re feeling something?”

“Nohot on puhurpose.” Bill giggled. “Ihit’s the sahame feelihing from befohore, but lehess intehense.”

“Are you giggling voluntarily?” Ford asked, continuing to swirl the feather.

“Noho I’m nohot! Thihis isn’t vehery fuhunny!” Bill lightly pulled at his ankle, but Ford’s grip was firm. His other leg continued to kick freely.

Ford couldn’t help but smirk to himself.

Maybe not to you.

“Alright, let’s try somewhere else.”

Ford pulled back the feather, giving Bill time to calm down. He then moved it to Bill’s side, against which he began to glide the feather up and down at a steady pace.

Bill’s eye widened as he got a brief glimpse of the intensity of the feeling at his side, this time being deliberately produced. He quickly grabbed onto the feather with his hands, moving it out and away from his body.

Ford chucked.

“Bihill, I’m trying to run an experiment here. I can’t complete it and get back to work on the portal if you’re going to resist.”

Bill could sense a slight hint of tease in Ford’s tone. He imagined all of the monstrosities that he could unleash onto Ford for putting him through this. However, he didn’t want to do anything that could jeopardize the portal’s production. Narrowing his eye at Ford, Bill slowly released the feather.

Once free, Ford returned the object to Bill’s side, continuing the same motion as before.

Bill burst out laughing.

“Hah ha hah! Ahahaha! Whyhy ihis thihis eheven a thihing?” He questioned, drawing his three free limbs in towards himself.

“Well, the most popular theory is that it was developed as a means of learning self-defense. Hence, why more vulnerable areas of the body tend to be more sensitive.” Ford explained, keeping up his motions with the feather.

“Yohou’re, ha, enjohoying yohourself, hah ha, too muhuch, Sihixer!” Bill managed to comment through his laughter.

Ford chuckled.

“Bill, tell me, which is worse? Here~…” Ford slowly dragged the feather down Bill’s side, “or here~?” Ford used his sixth (pinky) finger to lift up Bill’s elbow, effectively raising his arm and allowing the feather access to his underarm. Ford swiftly moved the feather into the area, swiping it repeatedly against the surface.

Bill’s laughter became more frantic.

“HaH! AhAHah! TheHEre! ThAHats muhUHUch woHOrse!”

“Good to know.” Ford said, grinning. He pulled back the quill, tossing it aside to float off into the distance, and dug into Bill’s side and underarm with his six-fingered hand.

Bill was overcome with hysterics, as he quickly learned that fingers tickle a lot more than feathers do.

“AHAHAHA! SIHIHIXEHER! HAHAHA!”

Bill noted through his haze that Ford showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, and at this point was clearly just having fun torturing the dream demon. Bill recognized that he wouldn’t be able to endure it for much longer.

“ENOHOHOUGH!” Bill yelled out, his yellow surface turning red and the colours of his limbs, hat and eye inverting.

Ford, taking Bill’s outburst as a sign that he was reaching his limit, removed his hand and released Bill’s ankle.

Bill spun himself upside-right, moving backwards and out of arm's reach from Ford. He hovered for a moment, recovering, before his colours faded back to normal.

Ford smiled weakly at Bill as he spoke.

“Bill, I’d like to test just one more-”

“No.”

“I promise it’s just one last small thing.”

“I’m warning you, Sixer. You better watch it.”

“I’ll get straight to work on the portal right after! You can hold me to that.”

Bill narrowed his eye at Ford, who flashed an innocent look in return.

“Fine.” Bill conceded, crossing his arms.

He floated closer to Ford, who grabbed hold of him before propping him up on one arm. With the other, Ford directed his hand to the brick in Bill’s pattern directly below his bowtie. He then wiggled his six fingers up against the area, being careful to support Bill with his other arm.

Bill curled in towards himself as the action elicited a steady stream of giggles from the triangle. He uncrossed his arms, lightly grabbing onto Ford’s sleeve as his legs fluttered.

Ford continued for a minute or two before slowing his hand to a stop. Bill remained on his arm for a moment, in a fuzzy daze, before shaking his mind clear and floating up and off to the side.

Bill adjusted his bowtie before speaking.

“Did you get your data, Sixer?” Staring Ford in the face, his expression and tone were dripping with sarcasm.

Ford averted his eyes, smiling sheepishly.

“Uh, yeah, yeah I did. Thanks for participating. Though I may have gotten a bit carried away…” He mumbled his last sentence.

Ford glanced around before becoming visibly concerned.

“No! My equation! The paper must have floated away! I’ll never find it now.”

“Hey, I’ve got a question.”

Ford looked over at Bill, who completely disregarded his statement and was now slowly floating in his direction.

“Do you experience the spasm reflex, Fordsy?”

Ford’s eyes widened. He began moving backwards.

“You know what, it’s been great here Bill, but I think that I should head back to my reality and finish up the portal.”

Bill stopped moving.

“Attaboy, Sixer. Attaboy.”

Ford then woke up with a start. He placed his hand on his head and gave a sigh of relief.

That was a close one.

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[zombiedeers]

Anti-Pines designs so far !

Finally finished these guys !! I procrastinated a little but they're here ! I think I captured the energies for the characters that I was really going for ! :D

For the characters with the "Anti-[Name]/[Name]" the second name listed is what they actually go by in their dimension ! For the others it's unchanged

A couple simple close-ups below cut

I also plan to eventually make a proper fake logo for AGF, for now I just used a basic one I made using the font file from here

[phthalosblues]

Oh yea. You guys remember my color wheel post asking for suggestions? Well! At long last, it’s finished.

TA DA this took fucking forever please don’t let it flop 🙏

Click for quality

[howlhawk]

gravity falls but i assigned them all birds

[nowimjustastranger]

Somebody to Call My Own Lore | Part 2

This was too big to fit in one post so I had to split it into two parts, you can find part 1 by clicking on the AU tag! Please feel free to pop into my askbox if you have any questions about any of my AU's, I'm itching to ramble about them.

Trigger warning for suicide. Also, 77/H Ford's relationship with his brother is mentally & emotionally abusive.

Ford has far more advanced technology than what earth is capable of, taking inspiration from the dimensions he's visited to design a tattoo made of nanobots that allow him to teleport short distances, he still has to use the gun for long distances. But if he can see his destination, he can teleport there using the tattoo. The ink is red and the tattoo is the outline of the Stan o' War.

When Ford comes across dimension 77/H, he is pushed to the breaking point. Stan’s fate is to eventually take his own life after his brother guilt trips/emotionally manipulates him into staying by his side while Weirdmageddon swallows the world. Stan wouldn’t even be an official part of Bill's freaks, seen as akin to Ford’s pet by the group (Bill included).

Stan would end up suffocated with survivor's guilt and the worst self-esteem ever seen in a Stan, regarding himself as Ford’s loyal dog instead of a person. His hopelessness and despair wear him down until he is driven to take his own life, Ford wiping their dimension out entirely in his grief. The kicker is that Bill could’ve stopped it but didn’t because he wanted Ford all to himself, jealous that Stan got the majority of Ford’s attention and affection while Ford was reserved and cold with Bill. So Bill simply let Stan die, and that was ultimately his downfall.

419”3 Ford stays up for days in order to scour the timeline for a series of events that doesn't end with Stan killing himself, but most paths lead to the same destination while several others are decidedly worse and are immediately discarded. Ford gets more manic as his window to step in without catastrophic consequences to the timeline rapidly closes, his self-inflicted sleep deprivation and desperation pushing him to act rashly.

Stan had received the postcard like in canon, but the difference is that Ford had teamed up with Bill and opened the portal to bring Weirdmageddon onto earth. Ford had planned to have one of the freaks fetch his brother for him once they came through the portal, but the anti-weird barrier surrounding Gravity falls was an unexpected setback. So Ford opts to send his brother a postcard and work on finding a way to break the barrier while waiting for Stan to arrive, Bill doing his best to convince Ford that his brother would only be a distraction.

Ford didn't take kindly to Bill’s poor opinion of Stan, proving a point by ignoring his work for several days until Bill reluctantly apologized and agreed to spare Stan from the apocalypse by letting him live in luxury in Gravity Falls with Ford.

419”3 Ford steps in quite literally at the last minute, Stan’s car unknowingly approaching the barrier that separates the rest of the world from Weirdmageddon. Stan, of course, panics and yanks the wheel when a man dressed in all black and wearing a biker helmet darts into the road in order to avoid hitting the stranger. Stan’s car swerves into the ditch, slamming his forehead against the steering wheel when he hits a tree.

Stan is –understandably– disoriented as the figure pulls him out of the totaled car, Stan's awareness coming in waves. Stan thinks he sees a giant pink woman on fire watching them from the other side of the “Welcome to Gravity Falls” sign before the stranger adjusts his grip on Stan and his vision is overtaken by blue as he’s effortlessly hauled into a wormhole that deposits them in 419”3 Ford’s current headquarters in a different dimension.

[the-triangle-witch]

((ooc: some shenanigans from a discord chat i HAD to draw))

@gftimelord @gftimelordstwin

[fionapinesfan]

fiona pines + jill cipher + fidelise h. mcgucket + sherry lee pines

butch science yuri brainrot

[pastel-ticklee]

I’m trying to get back into digital art JENSEK uhhhbb

[angelofdumpsterfires]

BILL'S CONTRACT FINE PRINT DECIPHERED

I'm sure someone has beat me to this, but because I decided to decipher/translate all 1000ish words of the fine print on this here totally normal contract (by hand)

Bold code is theraprism substitution cipher, the rest is the author's substitution cipher, i've reformatted the text to be more readable but i've also made a version with the more accurate, original line formatting here

YOU ARE NOW TWENTY ONE GRAMS LIGHTER

THIS CONTRACT IS LEGAL AND BINDING, WE RESERVE THE RIGHT TO USE YOUR LIKENESS, FACE, VOICE AND SMALL TOWN PLUCK IN WHATEVER NEFARIOUS MANNER IS DEEMED NECESSARY.

SANS SOUL YOUR SOULMATE WILL NOT RECOGNIZE YOU AND WILL WALK RIGHT PAST YOU ON A COLD AUTUMN DAY, NEVER MAKING EYE CONTACT, NOT EVEN PROCESSING THAT YOU HAVE EYES AT ALL. NO AMOUNT INTERACTION WILL MOVE THEM TO A PLACE WHERE THEY CAN REMEMBER - IN FEELING THE THOUSANDS OF LIFETIMES YOU HAVE ALREADY SPENT TOGETHER, EACH TIME CHOOSING WHATEVER FORM WOULD KEEP YOU CLOSEST LIKE OTTERS HOLDING HANDS IN A TUMULTUOUS RIVER. YOU WERE BIRDS, YOU WERE TREES WITH ROOTS ENTWINED, DRINKING IN THE SUNLIGHT TOGETHER. WHEREVER WE GO NEXT, WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE, I WILL ALWAYS BE RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. -

THATS DONE BUDDY, CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE CHOSEN BILL INSTEAD.

MCDONALDS RESERVES THE RIGHT TO PUT A GIANT YELLOW M ON YOUR TORSO AND FOREHEAD AND SEND YOU WALKING THROUGH A CROWDED TIMES SQUARE WHILE YOU SCREAM “THE FRIES, THE FRIES, THEY DON'T DEGRADE IN NATURE… ITS AN IMMORTAL FOOD… THEY WILL BE IN THE LANDFILLS LONG PAST OUR DEATHS.”

GOOD GOD, THE THINGS S I’VE SEEN, ME. WHO AM I? OH BILL'S PREVIOUS LAWYER, HE PUT MY SOUL INTO A QUILL PEN SO I CAN WRITE HIS LEGAL DOCUMENTS UNTIL THE SUN SNUFFS OUT LIKE A CANDLE IN THIS SICK UNIVERSE. I USED TO BE SO HOT. I WAS SO FINE. NOW I'M FINE PRINT.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, BILL RESERVES THE RIGHT TO PUT YOUR SOUL INTO AN INANIMATE OBJECT, A STRANGE CREATURE, A CONCEPT, A SENTENCE, A TASTEFUL BUT RUSTIC MASON JAR WITH WILDFLOWERS IN IT.

IF AT ANY POINT YOU WISH TO HAVE VISITATION RIGHTS WITH YOUR SOUL YOU WILL BE SWIFTLY DENIED UNLESS YOU HAD A COOL DAY PLANNED FOR THE BOTH OF YOU, THEN BILL MIGHT COME ALONG.

BY SIGNING THIS DOCUMENT YOU FORFEIT ANY RIGHTS TO EATING SOUL FOOD, IT WILL TURN TO ASH IN YOUR MOUTH, A FITTING PUNISHMENT FOR A FOOL WHO SQUANDERED THE ONLY TRUE GIFT LIFE OWES YOU.

BILL RESERVES THE RIGHT TO DRESS YOUR SOUL HOWEVER HE DEEMS NECESSARY, ESPECIALLY IF YOUR SOUL WAS A NERD BEFORE ACQUISITION, SOUL MAKEOVERRR!

YOUR SOUL MAY BECOME FRACTURED AND PLACED INTO DIFFERENT OBJECTS. THIS HAS NO PURPOSE AND WILL NOT RESURRECT YOU WHEN YOU DIE.

SIGNEE HAS FORFEITED ALL RIGHTS OF ANY AFTERLIFE INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO: HEAVEN, HELL, PURGATORY, BIG CORNER, FLOW STATE, THE DREAM HOUSE, THE REINCARNATION PROCESSING CENTER, AXOLOTL'S TANK AND CONSEQUENCES HOLE.

SIGNEE CAN NO LONGER BOARD THE SOUL TRAIN AND IS ADVISED TO DISCARD ALL BELLBOTTOMS.

SIGNEE CAN NO LONGER HAVE A PUPPY AS A BEST FRIEND, THEY CAN SENSE WHAT IS GONE. CATS ARE INDIFFERENT.

SIGNEE MAY EXPERIENCE OCCASIONAL DEMON POSSESSION FROM HORCULUS THE RED, PLABOS THE MERCILESS, MORBUS SON OF MORTEM, PLAGA THE OOZING AND OTHER SUCH COMMON DEMONS ROAMING EARTH SEARCHING FOR WEAKENED/EMPTY VESSELS.

TIPS FOR RIPPING YOUR SOUL OUT: WATCHING YOUTUBE COMMENTARY CHANNELS, ATTENDING AN EXTENDED FAMILY EVENT WITH AN OPEN BAR, USING GENERATIVE AI AND ASSERTING THAT YOU ARE CREATIVE, TURNING A BLIND EYE TO HUMAN SUFFERING, AMASSING MORE WEALTH THAN NEEDED, PURCHASING A BLUE CHECKMARK.

[nichetheorist]

[dropoutconfessions]

Continued from another confession about all the 'I could never see Sam/Evan' as romantic posts.

I do truly think I would be less bothered if people actually did just talk about the things they do like about Sam and Evan's platonic relationship without feeling the need to signpost how much they would dislike or hate it if that relationship turned romantic because the way these posts are framed often reads to me like they are trying to justify their dislike of the romantic ship rather than actually enjoy or celebrate elements of the platonic relationship.

Romantic and non-romantic feelings are not mutually exclusive dynamics that can exist between two characters. You can read their relationship as platonic and someone else can read it as romantic and neither of those readings has to disqualify the other.

Also shipping is such an omnipresent part of fandom, I wouldn't be surprised if some people somewhere shipped Evan and Tad. People on Tumblr have shipped floating triangles with fifty year old men, what is surprising about a couple of people shipping Sam and Evan?

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[naty-strawberry-bh6]

Billford x Daesabi Fanart

Hi, since the new Gravity Falls book was released, I've been noticing that Dae and Wasabi have some similarity in Bill and Ford, even if it's something super small. And I decided to charge an artist to draw me the two of them in one of the scenes that both characters are in.

(Artist: J.v_draws)

I'm planning to write a Big hero 6 AU with the Gravity Falls plot, and I'm happy to show you the roles the following characters will have:

Hiro (14 years) - Dipper Pines

Meilin (14 years) - Mabel Pines

Fred (48 years) - Stanley Pines

Wasabi (46 years) - Stanford Pines

Honey Lemon (25 years) - Soos

Go Go Tomago (25 years) - Melody

Karmi (14 years) - Pacífica

Miguel Rivera (15 years) - Wendy

Richardson Mole (13 years) - Gibeon

Dae - Bill Cipher

Mochi - Pato

Tadashi - Fiddleford

[ashaleeleedagurl]

[The Day When Bill and Fiddleford Cheer Up Ford]

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Ships: FiddleFord/Stanford McGucket/Fiddleford Pines/FiddleAuthor (However you say it)

Summary: Stanford and Fiddleford were working on a few experiments before Fiddleford noticed his partner a bit hesitant doing things with a triangle guy (Bill) in his mind

Lee: Ford

Ler(s): Bill, McGucket

Au: 30 yrs ago

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"So, what about next week? If we don't find them, we can try again." Fiddleford said calmly, as Ford fidgeted.

Bill came out of Ford's mind for a few minutes and said to McGucket, "He's been like this for weeks, I don't know what's wrong with him!"

They both saw Stanford fidget with a bunch of gadgets (stress toys) to calm himself down as he blankly stares at a blank piece of paper. He was also softly whimpering, for who knows how long.

Fiddleford was the first to say something to him, gently kissing him, "Ford? What has gotten into you?"

"N-Nothing dear" Ford said, turning slightly red.

Bill chimed in, "Doesn't look nor sound like it. Tell us Sixer, what's going on in that genius brain of yours."

Ford didn't want to budge still, he didn't want to tell them that he missesd Stanley.

"Sixer." Bill said sternly like a parent scolding their kid.

"I'm not talking, and you can't make me!" Ford protested, but Bill and Fiddleford had ways to make him talk.

Fiddleford and Bill wiggled their fingers in front of him and started tickling Ford in his vulnerable state.

Instead of laughing though, which Fiddleford and Bill found adorable, Ford was squealing and squeaking, still giggling though.

"Guhuhuys, cuhuhut ihihit ohohout.." Ford said, trying not to let an ILLUMINATI DEMON and his BOYFRIEND get the best of him. He was not giving up/not trying to laugh too hard.

Bill then started mercilessly tickling his armpits, which sent him into absolute hysterics.

"BIHIHILL STOHOHOP IHIHIT, PLEHEHEHASE!!!"

"Not until you tell us why you've been down in the dumps!" Bill strongly said.

"NEHEHVER!!!" Ford yelled through his squeaking laughter, his face flushed red and tears of mirth flowing down his face.

Bill looked at McGucket and he started licking all over his hip bone, making Stanford fall over.

Ford could barely talk, so his words sounded like squeaks and squeals, "OHOHKAHAHY, OHOHKAHAHY!!! IHIHIHI'LL TEHEHELL YOHOHOU!!!!"

The two ceased their tickling as Ford fell over, Fiddleford catching him mid-fall, which Ford managed to say, "I.... I miss S-Stanley..."

Bill and Fiddleford hugged Stanford and made him feel loved, even if they weren't Stan.

Ford hugged back and started crying as Fiddleford and Bill rubbed his back and head.

"It's ok hon, there's no reason to cry..." McGucket said.

Bill chimed in, "You're safe with us..."

Fiddleford started crying himself as Bill joined in a few seconds later.

They all felt better and fell asleep, cuddling on the floor.

[dada-dandy]

Working on a project…

[nowimjustastranger]

Somebody to Call My Own Lore | Part 1

I can't get enough of this trope so here I am, letting the brain worms win.

Edit: Refined the lore for this AU, so this is the revised version!

Trigger warning for suicide and torture! Neither are graphic.

Old Man Ford (Dimension 419"3) & Mullet Stan (Dimension 77/H)

While exploring the multiverse, Ford 419"3 had come to the distressing realization that Stan suffers in every dimension. So 419"3 Ford made it his mission in life to travel through dimensions and help as many variations of Stan get the happy ending that he deserves by stepping in to correct the course of the timeline to produce the best outcome.

The reason why Ford is so determined to alter Stan’s grim fate in so many dimensions is because Ford had lost his own Stan to suicide while he was still in college, which is what drove him to completely bury himself in his studies and invent dimension travel with Fiddleford. Ford had left time travel alone because he could never get the timeline to remain stable in his calculations, so going back and changing even the smallest detail could very well cause his dimension to collapse on itself (like the butterfly effect).

Ford uses a portal gun to jump between locations within a dimension and a wormhole gun to travel between dimensions.

Ford wears a black helmet with red accents, but his visor doubles as a screen and shows every choice and the paths that diverge from these choices until he can narrow the series of events down to one action. The data is encrypted so only he can read it.

Ford doesn’t have the data displayed all the time since he doesn't want to rely on it too heavily and also because it's not absolute. There are several choices and, while Ford can narrow them down, he can't know for sure how something will go down. So he tests the waters the old fashioned way, determining how to proceed based on how the targets react because then he knows what path is the most likely outcome and he can guide it back on course.

Yes, he does use the data during combat, it makes him practically omniscient. He doesn't utilize the data when dealing with a human (or humans) because he can handle that fight with ease. But in the multiverse, he’s normally going up against opponents who are stronger/more powerful than him, so he uses the data to give himself the advantage.

Because of Fiddleford McGucket, Ford can get involved in the timeline directly, carrying a gun that alters/erases memories. Unlike the memory gun in canon, Ford and Fiddleford worked on it together and tested it thoroughly (on Gnomes who volunteered) before ever using it on humans (cough themselves cough). It still has an addictive quality, but only when it's used on the same person several times, so Ford usually tries to only use it on someone once.

A few weeks after Ford officially started exploring the multiverse, he met a variation of Bill Cipher, who taught him the ropes (teaching him languages, helping him build a translator for alien languages that Ford physically couldn't speak, getting him out of rough spots while he was still getting the hang of traveling).

But Bill was only making nice because he was after Ford's technology, the ability to accurately predict fate a tantalizing power that would make Bill akin to a god. But Ford simply wouldn't give Bill the cipher to read the data no matter how close they became and Bill eventually dropped the act around two years into their friendship.

Bill took Ford to one of the dimensions that he and his freaks had conquered and tortured him for the information. But he didn't break and Bill didn't really have any leverage to make him crack since Ford's first act in the multiverse was to lock his dimension in a protection bubble (with the unicorn hair spell) to keep those he loved safe just in case something like this were to happen.

Bill gets frustrated after years of silence (outside of screaming during torture) and gets overconfident that, even though Ford won't give Bill what he wants, Ford's broken beyond repair both mentally and emotionally.

On the contrary, Ford was simply biding his time, waiting for Bill to slip up. And Bill does, ten years into Ford's captivity, he leaves Ford's mutilated body on the ground when his freaks drop in for a visit.

Ford heaves himself up, his pain tolerance having steadily climbed until most of the torture was easy to block out. Ford fashions a crude bomb that he had been designing in his head for years using the materials around him, killing Bill and his freaks with the equivalent of a black hole compressed into a tube. Ford barely made it out of the dimension before it was consumed, the Axolotl saving him by pulling him out right as the bomb went off.

The Axolotl wants Ford to continue his journey, because at the end of the road there is also a happy ending for Ford. This translates to Ford thinking he’s simply on borrowed time because he believes that he was meant to sacrifice himself and take Bill with him (the dude is damaged), fully committing himself to his mission to make the multiverse a kinder place for his little brother.

Because of his years of suffering at Bill’s hands, Ford is morally gray/borderline dark. Not toward Stan though, obviously. He had also developed touch aversion, Stan being the sole exception since he subconsciously perceives his brother’s touch as safe. This mindset extends to every variation of Stan, but is eventually reserved for one Stan in particular (the Stan from 77/H).

Ford calls all his counterparts "Stanford" to avoid confusion. Later on in the series, 77/H Stan will be referred to as “Lee”, also to avoid confusion.

[thepositivefella]

No one can beat the raw agender energy of a character who can switch/possess bodies