#sixer's thoughts

[one-sixer-please]

Not really sure how to start this...

Greetings. I am Stanford Pines. My niece and nephew decided to teach me the ways of the internet. Pretty fascinating. I am currently sitting on my couch with my device watching Bill try to use a broom twice his size. Entertaining. I was told to allow you all to "ask me questions" and whatnot. So...ask away!

vv read below for rules vv Hello! Mason/Syn here. I'm the mod behind the one-sixer-please, mabels-scrapbooks, and dippers-starbooks accounts! Couple rules and things I want to share:

Be patient please!! I am a human person that does a lot of stuff so I may not always be able to answer asks!! But I'll try when I can!! My time zone is EST. I'll respond whenever I'm awake/not at school or other event!! Please...no NSFW asks...I don't care for shipping (Billford or Fiddauthor only though...let's not get weird here) if you want to imply some undertones...but I'm a minor so just be respectful of that!! Be mindful of the AU!! I picked this AU for specifically how Ford acts but also remember what takes place in this AU if you have any questions regarding that :3 Uhh, other than that just don't be weird or creepy. Have common sense. Thank you!!! :3 btw ford has a tag for his daily journal entries. #sixer's thoughts if you're interested in his journal entries :3

[aria-greenhoodie]

You see, @localcanadiancryptid22, I’m a motherfucker who LOVES drama, so I fw anything that can create that.

I’m normal. Btw. In case you were wondering.

[the-great-horse-cocktail]

Alternate timeline where Stanley doesn’t accidentally ruin Ford’s project but he still doesn’t get into Geek Life University bc some kid showed up with a baking soda volcano

[mbat]

and thinking about the difference between bill and fiddleford when it comes to fords hands and fords 'genius'

bill makes fords polydactyly a focal point, something impossible to ignore. he tells ford that he'll fit right in with bills band of "freaks" all because his hands are a little different than other humans. he never lets him forget it, even if he says it as something to be proud of, but he and everyone else knows that ford kinda never stopped holding onto the insecurity that was associated with this trait. bill also never let ford forget his smarts, he played into the what ford always wanted to hear about his smarts, but fords brain was only ever a tool to bill. fords hands were (part of) a reason bill wanted to bring him along in his crew, and fords mind was simply a means to an end

and then we have fiddleford who, upon meeting ford for the first time, immediately saw ford as this genius who cared about what he had to say and they connected over their shared love for all that nerd stuff, and it was something that was important to them both and brought them together, and kept them together

and fiddleford says he didnt even notice, after hours and hours of sitting in a room with ford and them focused on eachother (and math)... he didnt even notice that fords hands were different until afterward, when he was looking at a photo of them both. this thing ford had been forced to worry about his whole life, and it wasnt even a thing to fiddleford.

ford wanted to be known, to be loved, for his brain and what he could do. and, in my opinion, it sometimes feels like he almost wanted to make up for the fact he was different, to prove he wasnt 'less than' because of some difference he was born with, this thing that everyone made such a big deal out of

and between the two biggest people in his life (aside from his brother of course lmao), one focused on and made a big deal out of his difference, and the other didnt even notice it. one saw his genius as a tool, and the other saw it as something amazing and admirable.

hell, if the bit of their conversation in the book of bill when they meet is, well, when they meet and is their first words to eachother... the first name or nickname that bill calls ford is, of course, sixer. and one of the first things fiddleford calls ford... is friend.

and i just feel like it says a lot about those two relationships and him.

[arsuns-ramblings]

Headcanon that Bill is terrible with names not because he has bad memory but because he has met so many people with the same names over the years that he stuggles to remember /which one/ you are and that’s why he nickname everyone (sixer, pinetree, shooting star)

[sneaky-snake-907]

TBOB spoilers:

Another thing that gets me about Bill's crack so much is that he presents himself as this all powerful entity that's doing fine. He lies until he's not lying anymore. However, he can't continue to lie about that because he's got a giant crack across his body.

[disneynerdpumpkin]

Here's your daily reminder that Ford has a "Hey Now I'm An All Star!" tattoo on his neck

[nenoname]

it's truly a whiplash that i'm like "oh geez i only just noticed that the ep 2 stan o' war shows up at the start of not what he seems!!! i never noticed that the machine in abaconings looks like a swingset!!! what type of a fan am i????" that i forget that most fans didn't read theories and meta constantly

so now im seeing a bunch of folks go "omg stanley was upset about wax stan because of his twin!!! oh the stan we see in the time travel ep is actually ford!!!!"

[one-sixer-please]

Observation

I've caught my own universe's bill doing something interesting. He was staring at himself in the mirror. Not saying a word. Just staring. His hand was hovering over his blue scar. It's...quite interesting when you imagine it. I could never imagine him (a short broomclimbing janitor) to feel any form of emotion. But he looked sad. Like he was accepting some form of defeat... Should I do something? Or should I leave him be? This makes me miss my own muse. I haven't seen him in a bit.

[suggsnkisses]

pat bev mad that ben ate him uppp

[fazcinatingblog]

Trust renebabes to gift a hatrick to a bowler when only chasing 130 or so

[kezzieke]

damn

Obsessed with how Bill keeps indirectly complimenting Ford through how he insults Stan. We get it, you're projecting your insecurities onto Stan and you're in denial about how much you actually care about Ford. Dumbass triangle.

'Nothing but a carbon copy of a better genetic duplicate'

[thepositivefella]

The Stan twins were forced into their personal hell for those 30 years by having to do what the other excels at in order to live.

Stan didn't have the opportunity to finish high-school because he accidentally broke his brothers invention, and now he was trapped with the task of isolating amidst the unknown and fixing a infinitely more complex invention... just like the Sixer did for the last decade and a half, first at university then in Gravity Falls.

The boy who didn't want to be alone, who's brains were no good at all but still dreamed of freedom and travelling the globe, had to once be alone on purpose, to try and live amongst the scary supernatural stuff that flooded this weird little town he's now trapped in and rely on his mind if he wanted to even dream of having the chance of fixing his mistakes.

Ford wanted to be the hero who would change the game for his family and prove himself worthy, and now pushed into the Nightmare Realm he had to live on the run, fighting day and night and relying on pure surviving skills only to live one more day in hell... just like Stanley did all those years in the open road, living in his car and turning into a conman.

The boy who learned to value only his mind and his achievements but still dreamed of finding a place to belong to, who thought he'd gotten there by isolating with the anomalies of this weird little town, had to be thrown into such chaos that his knowledge was no more a factor into the equation and wander into the deepest of the unknown - perhaps too deep - to realize the importance of what he already had and pushed away.

[bigfatbimbo]

Take a Bite

1.5k words,, Bill Cipher x Reader

summary — Bill and the reader have sex, which has proven to be very difficult seeing as he isn’t doing anything, and, of course, things are never easy with that insufferable brat.

warnings — SMUT, bill being annoying and toxic, dom!reader, sub!Bill, heavy pain kink, bill’s human form, the fat fuck not the twink

a/n — Admittedly, this fic only happened because I never see Bill sub in fanfics and i’m very interested in what the dynamic would be. You’d be like… domming with a risk of death.

“Well, slick,” Bill leaned back and gestured up and down his body, “Give it your all.”

Amusement was thick in his voice, along with bubbling giddiness. He fumbled with the seams on his pants, not out of nervousness, but as if he had forgotten how to take them off and was looking for some kind of zipper. One, admittedly, that he would not find on slacks. 

“Wow, human clothes are just as bad as the fleshbags. So needlessly complicated,” He sounded on the verge of a laughing fit, “Oh, and toots? Before you dig in, remember to leave marks. I wanna see how durable this thing is.” 

His amusement was not matched on your part. The situation invoked dull curiosity at best, in your opinion. The idea of harboring a wanted criminal, ex-overlord, god-like demon in your house challenged your idea of a good time. Having sex with that demon was even harder to swallow.

Then again, any situation with bill warranted an ungodly amount of stress. 

“Whatcha’ thinking about over there, sweet-cheeks?”

You smiled at that; of the few advantages you have, being in gravity falls for weirdmageddon proved to be one of them. You know of his powers, and with that, vague guesses on how to prevent them.

Tinfoil-lined bobbie pins were one of them. A guess, granted, but a good one at that. Really, not that complicated when you recall every alien movie you’ve ever watched. 

“Upset you can’t tell?” 

He laughed, “Upset for you, maybe. Trust me, it’d be so much easier for both of us if I could just read your thoughts. I’m already your roommate, how much closer could we ge- Ah.”

You brushed his pants crotch, and began to unbutton. For all his mightiness, the guy couldn’t work pants. “Careful, human body’s are touchy.” 

“Touchy,” He repeated, “Tell me about.” 

Getting his pants off was a task harder than it should have been, no thanks to Bill, who seemed to have taken to just lying there, occasionally flicking you, and then himself. 

When you finally peeled all of his clothes off, you warned him to brace himself, to which he ignored you. On top of that, the entire time Bill had been talking, droning on about ‘the last time he’d been in a human body.’

You wondered vaguely if he’d ever done this with someone else. In the time he’d been at your house he’d mentioned some ‘sixer’ ex-thing-ish of his. But you doubt he’d done anything with him.

As he’d mentioned, he hadn’t perfected his human form until very recently. Perfected is a strong word, he was pudgy and short, remanisent of a human peanut. And his teeth were terrible. 

Either way, you’d gotten him ready, and began your work. Laying a light finger on the tip of his dick, and running it down the base of his length, you got Bills first reaction: a short sniff.

Recovering fast, he adjusted his seat, “Yeah, tick tock, toots. This better be good.” 

It was his idea, you thought, but continued. Your fingers wrapped around the entirety of his cock and you began to stroke it. 

A sigh left Bills mouth, “Oh, this does have a kick to it. Maybe you’re not so bad, after all.”

Over the course of the next few minutes, you’d grow angrier and angrier. Although you were clearing making him feel good, he’d never shut his snide mouth for two seconds. 

“Jesus, slow down, pal— I just perfected this flesh-bag, at this rate your gonna break something—“ 

You didn’t realize how much your hand sped up. You thought for a moment, before completely stopping. Bill looked taken aback.

“Hey! what’s the—“

Without warning you grabbed his dick with full force and squeezed. He yelped, before giggling at the hurt.

This made you more mad, “God, do you ever shut up? I wish you’d lost your voice when you lost Gravity Falls.”

He stopped giggling. “I’d watch what you say, if I was you, kid.”

You threw your head back and laughed, running your hand slowly up his dick and then slamming back to the base of his cock. Finally, a reaction other than knowing bliss: anger. Weakness.

“Oh dear god, rearrange the features of my face then, Billy. See if I give a shit when you don’t have a place to live.”

His face turned red with rage, and he recoiled at the mention of your upperhand. And then, finally, at the slowing of your hand, a small, wavering whimper. 

You both caught it, and he was quick to put a hand of his mouth, “Sensitive human bodies - Hey, don’t look at me like that, that was not my fault.”

“God, you’re such a brat.”

“Oh please, what are you gonna do about it?” And he was completely serious.

Without much hesitation, you took the moment as an opportunity to abruptly sink yourself onto his dick. He sucked in a breath but you didn’t give him much time to do anything else.

“Ah- Now we’re talki—“ You slapped him hard across the face, and grabbed his cheeks with your hand, squishing them together, mockingly. Stifled laughter from Bill. 

“This is the form you spent all that time perfecting? I can barely feel anything. It’s worthless!” You sped up riding him, loosening your face to give the illusion you were bored, “You’re worthless.” 

His eyebrows arched down and his eyes widened, “I can kill you with a snap of my fingers! You think I need this sex— You think I need this hous— ah, ah—“

The unknown pleasure was getting to him, making his brain foggier than usual, and it was showing. Human senses were a key factor in your ability to keep the high-ground. Just as long as it felt good enough, he wouldn’t go back to his original form and… well. 

You wondered vaguely if you were actually going to be in mortal parole after this. But then again, the look on his face was almost euphoric, despite the anger. Thankfully, Bill was selfish, he’d probably chase the high again

You sighed, “Oh, you do need this house, Billy. Where else would you go? Everyone else in town has already forgotten about you, and your little maniac friends are no where to be seen.”

You sped up once more as your hands danced up his body, and continued, “With this whole out-of-sight-out-of-mind routine, i’m giving you something you won’t be getting anywhere else: attention.”

“You— Ah, curse this feeble human body! I’ll make your life a living hell-“ He whined, actually whined. 

Slamming yourself down on him, he cried out and then scowled. You raked your nails down his chest, deep enough to bleed, drawing out a  giggle from Bill as he felt the littlest bit of blood start to pool.

“You’re lucky this meatbag is— ah— funny enough—“ He was cut off with a gargle as a your hand sharply wrapped around his throat, and squeezed tight. 

“It’s not luck, i’m good at what I do, Billy. Not that you would know what that’s like, you pathetic shitbag,” although that insult wasn’t particularly true, you didn’t give him a chance to snap back, and instead put your other hand on his neck as well. 

You rode him with more speed than ever now. His eyes fluttered open and shut slowly, and he leaned into your hands. 

His face flushed, but a dreamy smile spread to the edges of his face as you made sure to leave bruise marks on his throat, still slamming against him. 

Although, you didn’t want to actually break him, so when his face began to turn purple, you let go. He gasped for air and let out a raspy, crazed giggle that went on for too long, and ending in a moan.

“I’m— “ Bills eyebrows furrowed, as if he was trying to decipher what the amusing thing the human body had planned next, “Somethings— somethings happening.”

His voice was broken, neck bruised, cheek red with a slap mark, eyes foggy, and chest bleeding from your nails. 

Before you dig in, remember to leave marks. I wanna see how durable this thing is.

Clearly you’d kept your end of the deal, and from what you’ve gathered it was time for the finale. You chased your own climax now as well, even though, admittedly, you hadn’t been thinking about it the whole session.

Annoying as it was that Bill still managed to make something all about him —and he definitely knew, mind reading or not— you still kept up your pace. 

“You’re close?” 

He smiled blissfully, and nodded.

What the hell. You smiled, “Good boy.”

His reaction was… startling. He leaned his head back, let out a small half-whine half-laugh, and arched off the bed. Finally, he released.

[airyairyaucontraire]

#I am feeling strangely comforted by this#because there are three post offices#within a 20 minute walk of my house#and I not only know where they all are#but have used all three#and I know where to find two near my office as well#so I feel like I am winning some kind of navigational quiz here!

goblins versus readers of The Hobbit cricket match and you just hit a sixer!

JRR Tolkien, writing The Hobbit: The passages there were crossed and tangled in all directions, but the goblins knew their way, as well as you do to the nearest post-office…

Me, a child, reading it: Oh dear. I’m not sure I do know the way to the nearest post-office. It sounds as if that’s absolutely something I’m supposed to know. I can’t know less than a goblin. The book will be disappointed in me.

Me, a little while later, figuring out the location of a nearby post-office: oh thank goodness

Me for the rest of my life: feeling vaguely comforted and affirmed by knowing the location of the nearest post-office, a facility I almost never use, because I am at least the navigational equal of a goblin