#mabill fanfics

[irismaebe]

No estoy muerta! solamente... estoy saturada. | I'm not dead! I'm just... saturated.

Translation: he doesn't like photos

No me decidía por cuál versión publicar así que les dejo a las otras dos | I couldn't decide which version to publish so I'll leave the other two to you.

Traslade: Let nothing dim your shine!

Translation: He helps me get a thousand husbands, I help him get over his ex

[elizart5]

This is my interpretation of LellaSmall’s “spawn of Cipher” story on ao3 I just liked the scene when Bill has her show up for the wedding lol. This girl has such Wednesday Adam’s vibes

[lina-teplova]

«The fugitive», fanfic MaBill.

— One of my favorites. — He noted.

— Why?

— I like the sound, and I listened to it sometimes while I was working. Just at the time when… well, when something started happening between us. The first two lines of the chorus are just right. He lifted her a little, circled her, and lowered her, chuckling softly. — Everything I wanted, everything I needed is here, in my hands.

The music was playing much louder, but the way he softly sang it in her ear caused goosebumps to run like a wave along her spine. Her stomach knotted when they kissed again. That night, under the lights of burning scented candles and under a kaleidoscope of laser stars in the ceiling, they found in each other what seemed to be missing forever. Something they didn't find in anyone else.

And the kisses were as sweet as the aftertaste of honey whiskey.

Perhaps their favorite.

[korlas-mabill-blog]

Inequivalent Exchange (A Mabill Fic)

The first four chapters are up!

[irismaebe]

me when reading the end:

If there's a chance you're still taking requests, could I request mabill drabble by the phrase 'is that supposed to be a flirt or a threat?', cuz I believe it fits thier dynamic so so well *wink wink*

Human!Bill AU, go! Have randomly written thing:

'How's the black eye?'

Bill shot her a dark look as she came by him on the street, his left eye currently purple and bruised following her actions a few days ago. Although it had been a complte accident. The guy had snuck up on her from behind so of course she would react when someone grabbed her suddenly! Really, she wasn't going to apologise for defending herself. It was his fault. He shouldn't act like such an ass all the time and try to prank people.

'You got lucky, kid. Normally, I'd have ya on the floor before you could even touch me.'

He was so obviously sulking. Mabel arched an eyebrow, scrutinising him for a moment before shrugging. 'I don't think so.' She had a brown belt in judo, after all.

She didn't think her comment was that big a deal, but from the way his demenour changed you'd think she'd just told him she killed his pet pig. Bill immediately shot her a withering look, losing the playful look as he jabbed a finger towards her. 'Listen, if we fought for real I would wipe the floor with ya. I've dealt with more than my fair share of brats and I came out top everytime, because I'm Bill Cipher.' His eyes narrowed at her less than impressed expression, flashing his teeth as he added: "So watch out or I'll bite you.'

That made her raise both eyebrows. 'You'll bite me?' What kind of insult was that?

'That's what I said.'

Mabel blinked at him, taking note of their close proximity as he attempted to tower over her in an intimidating fashion. They were the same height though so it didn't really work out too well. Mabel noted his flared nostrils and flushed cheeks. That was anger, right? Just anger?

Unless....

Mabel offered a coy smile to the boy. 'Is that supposed to be a flirt or a threat?'

She was greatly amused by the way the ire in his expression dropped immediately, replaced by stunned silence. Hah, take that! She was the Flirt Queen and she wasn't going to let the ass who kept annoying her brother get one over on her.

But then Bill said something she hadn't accounted for.

'What if it's both?'

Her smug grin faltered at his response, his expression having amended into a smug smirk of his own. Oh, so that's how he was gonna play this game, huh? Quick Mabel, think of a witty response! Don't let him win!

The longer she remained quiet, the more the triumph in his expression grew. Until, finally, Mabel folded her arms and responded: 'Then I'll still win. At both.'

His gaze darkened, and Mabel felt she was playing with fire now as he leaned closed, blue eyes flashing.

'....Then I'll see ya tonight. Let's say seven, shall we?'

'Huh?'

'See ya. Don't worry, I know where you live, Shooting Star.' He shot her a wink as he left, and Mabel floundered for a wity response.

'The only thing I'm worried about is you losing again!' But the response seemed lackluster even to herself, and he didn't even turn around as he continuned walking away. Urgh.

As Bill left her sight, Mabel found her face flushed hot. Wait, huh, what had she just agreed to? A fight, or... a date? Huh?

'...Which is it?' she whispered, eyes wide.

[bipposting]

unfriendly reminder that:

the author of flat dreams (pengychan) is proship

the creator of the transcendence au (mod z/zillychu) is proship

if you support these fanfics/aus, congratulations! you support people who regularly defend ao3, pedophilia and incest pairings, and rape fics!

also billford is proship, so is billdip and mabill, fuck off if you ship them

[esmeralda1224]

Dejo un garabato que hice sobre el fanfic que estoy escribiendo de la otp, no es nada pulido, sólo líneas raras y colores planos jeje

Si te interesa el fic Mabill, te dejo el link acá abajo ✨

https://www.wattpad.com/story/376808327?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Esmeralda_laVaca

[abyssal-author-and-artist]

Hello!

Greetings, friends, enemies, and those still under review. My name's Xander or Darren, either or is fine (Alex is also passable just not my preference), and I'm he/it trans man.

I like to draw and write fanfic (my ao3's Abyssal_author_artist if you want to check me out! I've got 50 fics and counting last I checked) but I tend to reblog more than anything else.

More under cut:

My interests change up fairly often but I always generally like the same things, even if they're not what I'm reblogging or creating at the moment.

I like: In Stars and Time (Current favorite) Gravity Falls Undertale/Deltarune Undertale AUs (which I do feel need to be included separately) Steven Universe Pokemon though I haven't kept up with the most recent game OMORI Fire Emblem Three Houses Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Madoka Magica Legend of Zelda Warrior Cats (I'm not caught up though)

And probably much more that I can't think of right now.

I am a minor as of right now, though I turn 18 fairly soon. I'd rather not have to deal with inappropriate asks even once I do, and I'm not sure my policy on that will change.

In general, I'm open to being mutuals. Pop into my asks or dms, I'm always down for a chat - though I might not always answer right away due to random week-long gaming/writing/drawing stints.

DNI (Do Not Interact) List: MAPs or other pedos Transphobes or homophobes Assholes People who shame other people for just enjoying things. Cringe culture fist fought me behind a Denny's at 3 am and lost. Billdip/Mabill/other pedo shippers

That's all I can think of right now but I will add more as time goes on and I will block at will. No warning, no nothing. Life's hard enough as it is and I'm not putting up with any unwanted bullshit from the website I go on to relax.

General tags I use for any reason #screaming out of the abyss - for talking #abyssal art - for art #ao3 nonsense - exactly what what it says on the tin

Have a great day and enjoy whatever random nonsense I decide to post.

I do writing requests but not super consistently

[irismaebe]

Daré el amor necesario para salvar esta compañía!!

Made a little animation for @asterkiss ‘s Sands of Chaos!

Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37670893/chapters/94040725

This took so long but i got it done hoorayy

I cannot stress enough about how good this fic is, i love it so much its a comfort fic atp

It isnt very clear but the flower Bill makes is the Nymphaea lotus! (The Egyptian white lotus/water lily)

Its thought to be a symbol of Upper Egypt, and a symbol of the sun, of creation, and rebirth

[kyouchichii]

just wanted to say that i’m absolutely in love with your art style! it’s just so soft and bubbly—honestly, i don’t even know how to put it into words, but i’m totally obsessed!!! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

Hehehe stopittt u making me blushh, thank you so much! ( btw ive read ur mabill fanfic, i love it smmm🥹)

[irismaebe]

«El predador se enamoró de la presa»

¿Quién será la presa? el monstruo come humanos o el humano come mounstruos... Ninguno se detuvo a pensarlo y disfrutaron del canto.

"The predator fell in love with the prey."

Who will be the prey? The human-eating monster or the monster-eating human? None of them stopped to think about it and enjoyed the singing.

[hevs-sweet-dream]

Hello, my name is hev. Here are some things about my account you need to know!

- this is only for fanfics and fanart for gravity falls and cookie run kingdom. I will rarely post about anything else!

- I will NOT draw NSFW on this page, there will be mentions or showings of more mature topics (EX; abuse, mental health, some mentions of trauma, violence, etc) however that will probably be limited.

- these are mostly self-indulgent, but if you have any ideas for comics or art on this page, feel free to ask me about it! (No billdip or mabill, you are an automatic deny if you ask.)

-I will most likely post rarely due to my art style being majorly painted on ibisPaint after I finish sketching on paper. So it might take a while!

-I DO NOT TAKE COMMISSIONS CURRENTLY. PLEASE DO NOT ASK ME BECAUSE I HAVE NO WAY TO RECIVE PAYMENT.

Okay, are we clear on most boundaries? I hope so! So if you understand the boundaries, welcome to the page of my sweet dreams!

[libbworl]

So,

I've never made any sexual posts about them. Never.

I do not interact with people who are uncomfortable around me, because I have accepted that

I've already apologized to @waffletrex and they have forgiven me.

4. I never shipped Stan and ford or ANYTHING like that

5. I once saw Mabill and thought "kinda cute" so I thought about shipping it for one day. THAT WAS WHEN I DID NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT A PROSHIP WAS. (I no longer ship it)

6. The fanfic was removed to show that I HAVE changed.

7. In the au, it takes place in the future, where dipper is 17 (so is lili) therefore, they are almost adults, and it is technically legal. Parents allow kids to do this at 17. (Although, I have deleted the fanfic, so I don't see why this'd matter much)

(ps, I do the trans FTM headcanon for dipper now, so)

If you weren't in a good mental state, I recommend you probably delete and redo the whole post. (But that's just my opinion)

Also, I am currently getting into a different fandom(sprunki), so IG lili kinda no longer exists to me.

If you don't answer this message, that is fine, because I respect your boundaries and I apologize for crossing them if I did.

Again, you do not have to do or follow anything because you are you

-libbworl, written with apology.

@gravityfallsaddict124

yeppp you’re getting publicly shamed.

do not follow me. do not interact with me. you cannot say this shit when:

you ship mabill? how does that work? “proshippers DNI” but.. you Are a proshipper.

this is actually just strange. nicole is his wife isn’t she. that is no where CLOSE to a sibling. brotha could’ve chosen ANYYONNEEE ELSE😭🙏

defending yourself because you have mental disorders. that’s stupid. i have autism and adhd too but i don’t write smut of my child oc and a 12 year old. you’re gross.

i could go on. like. so much more.

oh. no, i will, actually! you also are okay with dipcest. you’re gross. like really gross. that’s, again, a child. He is twelve years old.

[literallyjustmabill]

Mabill One-Shot- “Covered in blood”

Mabill One-Shot- “Covered in blood”

The first time Bill came home covered head-to-toe in blood, Mabel was watching a sloppy romcom on tv.

Plop plop plop.

Water from Bill's clothes spilled onto the carpet by their front door.

“Bill! Don’t track rain in here- it’s frickin’ cold!”  Mabel hissed, eyes focused on the TV.

“SHIT- I THINK I STAINED THE CARPET.”

“Well geez- go get a towel or somethi-”

It wasn’t exactly the biggest startle of her life, but it was pretty high up there on the latter.

Mouth open to let flies in, she stared at his crimson-stained form.

“WHAT? DO I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY FACE?” He smiled a shit-eating grin. Bill held up his hands as if he were seeing them for the first time. "OH! THAT!" He laughed, bemused.

“Ohmygodbillwhatthehell” She fumbled, running over to him at a hurried pace. She held his arms out, inspecting him. Mabel's eyes bore into his pitch-black eyes with her furrowed brows.

She could read him.

She knew she could.

“What happened?” Mabel asked sharply.

“EH, IT WAS NOTHING, DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.”

“You’re covered in blood.” She paled.

“NEVER SAID IT WAS MINE.”

She shivered. God- she loved him but sometimes she had to remind herself that she’s dating a demon. He’s killed. And though things have happened… since then, Mabel couldn’t forget about it. Wouldn’t.

“KIDDING! KIDDING STAR, IT’S ALL MINE.” He cackled, waving a hand to brush it aside. It was rather worrying, she might add. 

"Jesus, Bill-"

"JESUS HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS-" Bill sneered with a sharp grin.

"What happened?" She murmured, reaching a hand to his face. He sharply looked away.

"SAY," He began, and whipped his head back to her. "DON'T I NEED ONE OF THOSE 'BANDAGE-AIDES'?"

But a shower and bandaids peeled later, he managed to dance around the question like it was a game of limbo. And asleep in his arms that night, the question never faded from her thoughts.

She couldn't sleep that night.

The second time Bill came home painted head-to-toe in blood, Mabel was knitting a particular sweater for a very particular customer.

Her fingers were numb from the careful stitching and plucking. They ached and begged to be rested. But every time she sat those needles down, the plush yarn glared at her in guilt. So she’d grab them up once more.

“HONEYYYY I’M HOOOMEEEEE!” He slurred, stumbling the door closed with a thud. Bill shifted back into his smaller demonic form with ease.

Much comfier. It used less energy than sustaining a human form.

“What did you dri- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK BILL??!!” Mabel shrieked.

There he was. Again. In blood.

“HEH HEH I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO SAY THAT.” He flopped onto her lap, staining the sweater she had worked all day on, not like she cared at the moment anyways. 

She gently pulled him up to stare at him. “Bill, I'm serious, please tell me what’s going on.”

And for a second it convinced him.

For a second that warmth in her eyes and gentle words made him want to collapse.

For a second.

“WOW- GETTING A HUMAN TO CARE ABOUT ME? YOU’RE SOMETHING, DOLLFACE.” He planted a weird sloppy eye-kiss on her forehead and stumbled back into her lap.

"I’M FINE.”

She didn’t sleep much that night either.

They both knew neither was asleep, but no one broke the hum of silence.

She couldn't take the silence the following night.

“Why can’t you talk to me about it.” She whispered, mostly to herself and not really expecting a reply.

She was staring at their room’s ceiling, her glow in the dark stars encasing the entirety of it. Both welcomed it, Bill more so than she would have thought. ‘MUHAHAH! IT’S MY UNIVERSE NOW!’ He cackled, sticking the objects carefully as he did so. ‘NO BIG DIPPERS IN MY UNIVERSE…’ Mumbling the last part, to which he received a weird stare from Mabel. That memory never failed to paint a smile on her face.

“...my power.” The demon mumbled, so small she barely registered it. Shame creeped across his face and he refused to meet her gaze when she tried to capture it. “THOSE MISERABLE FLESHLINGS ARE MAKING ME TIRED. I WASN’T LIKE THIS BEFORE.”

Bill wasn’t one for vulnerability, or hell, any icky human emotions, but it made Mabel happy, so he couldn’t argue with that. Didn’t make it more comfortable though. She continued rubbing his hand, silently motioning him to continue.

“SHOOTING STAR, I’M SUPPOSED TO BE AN ALL POWERFUL DREAM DEMON. FLESHLINGS TREMBLE AT MY PRESENCE AND BEG FOR FORGIVENESS!” And for the first time that night he pulled away his facade to look at her. His eyebrows creased as he stared deep into her brown, beautiful eyes.

“AM I ANYTHING WITHOUT IT?” He strained.

They had gone through a conversation similar to this with her. Her future, and connecting her self worth to how others viewed her.

Before she grimaced at the memory, but now it brings her joy to see how far she’s come. She’s prideful. And for Bill to ask something so personal, something that clearly he’s been thinking about for awhile, well it makes her feel all the more close to him.

She pulled him into an embrace, which albeit was more difficult with him being in a vessel. Yet he always refused to sleep beside her without it.

“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME NOW, SHOOTING STAR!” He’d cackled and squeeze her close.

She smiled.

“Trust me, you’re going to be ok. It’s all gonna be ok.” Mabel muffled into his sweater, and squeezed him tighter.

Bill felt sharp stinging in his eyes, welling up with tears. He wanted to scoff.

He hated human emotions.

But for Mabel, maybe they aren't so infuriating.

[gilbirda]

GRAVITY FALLS

Part-time dream demon (Mabill) Mabill Trash:  Something’s off  |  For you!  |  Destroyed  |  Blessing kiss from a demon maniac  |  Teddy Bear  |  Really, Mabel?  |  Sordid Affair  |  The last deal  |  Addicted  |   Transcendence

[the-madhouse-within]

Shipmas Day 1: Mistletoe

By The Madhouse Within

(we are hella nervous about this but plz enjoy)

Preinfo: Mabel is now a college student in her second year, the first year of college was stressful and disappointing both academically and socially, but this year has been better in grades. And all year long she’s been getting nightmares of dying alone. This Christmas, Mabel wants to bring home a boyfriend to show her family she can be successful in her endeavors and to disprove her horrid dreams. Meanwhile, Bill has been plotting escape and finally succeeds in exiting Stanley’s mind to hunt the twins down, and swiftly murders the two elder twins in his escape. He discovers a new form he has never taken before, human-looking but still powerfully dangerous with interdimensional magic. He figures from handwritten letters where to find Mabel first, so he starts his hunt, which leads to him walking around in the human world and carefully learning how to manage his powers along with his new form.  ✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡 ✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡 ✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡✫彡 ✫彡✫彡✫彡

Bill stood by the windows in a smallish coffee shop trying to look like an average human totally not trying to stalk someone. It had been 9 days since he escaped Stanley’s mind and murdered the two elder twins to hunt the younger ones down. He was eager to get to them but was also very much fascinated by his new form. Escape had not been easy; it involved a great deal of manipulation to convince the old man to remember him clearly enough for him to slip up and set him free. Years of nightmares and whispering finally got him out when Stanley gave up and tried to get rid of Bill by summoning him out to kill him. Since Bill was in the man’s mind for so long, he learned quickly enough how fed off both twins and get rid of them. 

Suddenly, there she was, leaving the bathroom. Mabel walked out the bathroom, passing a archway lined with Mistletoe above, to go to order some coffee. She seemed a bit blue, not really smiling but not fully frowning either. Bill slyly passed through the crowd of tables and chairs to her and in a complicated loop order himself a drink and ‘accidentally’ bumped into Mabel, causing her to spill a bit of her own drink on both on them. 

“Ack- Oh no, I'm sososososo sorry!” she gasped while trying to pat away the stain on his coat with her sleeve. He sighed a bit and looked at her carefully before speaking.

“How about you grab a couple napkins, your sleeve is soaked and it’s cold out.”

“Will you be okay, I’m really sorry to get like all my coffee on you, I-” she says while grabbing napkins from a nearby empty table and patting her sleeve dry.

He cautiously stood closer and looked at her with the most sympathetic look he can muster. Mabel looked back at him and started to get a bit shy, unsure why she seems so nervous but starting to want to talk and not talk at the same time, key aspects of developing a crush. 

“It’s alright, but you seem a bit anxious. Do you at all mind if I sit with you and just talk a bit? I know it’s a bit sudden to sit with someone you never planned on sitting with, but I don’t mind in the slightest.” Bill said while resisting the urge to simply grab her and drag her away. He was starting to look more closely at her but not in an overly obvious way. It took a moment or so to decide, but she honestly felt like this was her lucky break at finding a boyfriend before the holidays ramp up. 

“Well… You seem kinda nice, so… Sure.” she admitted in a slightly quieter tone than when she was apologizing. Bill smiled and sat at the empty table she grabbed the napkins from, Mabel followed suit and sat across from him. They started off with bill asking her about what it is like to be living in that area, as he’d never been in that town before. She rambled and he let her, just letting her start getting a sense of trust with him. They talked for about twenty minutes before she remembered she ought to ask his name at some point. 

“Oh, I just realized, I never got your name. I’m Mabel, its been really nice to talk to you. What’s your name?” He paused a moment before looking her in the eyes and smirking a bit.

“Oh you know me from somewhere… You are my Shooting Star, after all.”

She is taken aback and realized who he was, but couldn’t just get up and run away, but it’s Bill Cipher, it’s dangerous to be near him actually existing. He calmly sips his tea and chuckles a bit. 

“How about a deal? Something I fairly understand about you, Shooting Star, is that you like guys; guess who now has the body of a relatively attractive guy. I will go out with you every day until Christmas and give you the best Christmas you could ask for, in exchange for letting me be in the human world in peace and not trying to hunt me down after. Sound fair enough?”

“Can I get a day to decide?” Mabel asked, looking around nervously. Bill wagged him index finger as he answered.

“Ah, ah, ahh; I need an answer sooner rather than later, so nope. You could either agree or risk having me getting what I want another way.” “Well… at least let me use the bathroom before I decide.” She said quietly. He nodded and let her go to the restroom, where she desperately paced around trying to come up with a solution. She felt like she’d been played, like trusting a stranger just a bit had caused this disaster of a deal to be made. She took about 10 Minutes to just stare at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, crying because she wasn't sure if her grunkles were safe, if anyone was safe, if SHE was safe. She cleaned her face and walked out the bathroom to see Bill standing in the archway waiting for her while examining the mistletoe above his head. 

“Is this what I have to be understood as ‘mistletoe’? I read up on Christmas traditions, seems a bit ridiculous to kiss under a poisonous plant, but I would like to attempt it. Wanna try?” 

Mabel blushed as he offered his hand to her, starting to feel her unease bubble. She had kissed guys before by now, she’d even dated guys long enough to understand how real adult dating worked, but this felt more endearing, which worried her because Bill Cipher is anything BUT endearing. But something in her told her to take this chance, maybe even somehow rehabilitate him of his evil ways… She took his hand and looked him in the eyes.

“Fine, but nothing too weird or pushy.” She said as she stepped next to him under the archway. Bill placed his other hand on her cheek and bent down forward to kiss her. As soon as their lips touches, they both shivered and felt weightless for just the smallest moment before snapping back into reality and pulling back from each other. They looked at each other in wonder before Bill looked away with shy demeanor. 

“...I’ll give you a day to decide. Meet me at the park by the plaza with the big shiny metal thingy at noon. Try not to keep me waiting.” 

She nodded and, just like that, he was gone. Walked out the door with a bit of a small smile on his face. Leaving her to stare longing at the exit.