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Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To

= Android!Bill

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

Bill passed a hand through the thing cautiously. He can’t feel it, of course he can’t, but it helps to pretend that the cool of the metal and heat of the engine linger on his hand. He glanced at Stanley - the only one who can see him now. His eyes are hard but expectant, nodding to the empty casing intended for him. Fiddleford groaned as he rolled his eyes, draping an arm over his creation’s shoulder.

“Cipher, if you don’t get your ass up in this doohickey in two shakes of a cowl’s tail, I will break it myself, so help me Axolotl!” he warned, a dangerous edge to his voice.

Bill didn’t need to be threatened twice. With a full-body shiver, he slipped into the android’s head and began to adjust himself to it, the entire thing feeling just a little icky. Had it just been the dead body, he’d have been fine! But then Stan had to go and complain that he’d stink up the place with rotting-corpse smell which was just such a load! If Stan could stand the smell of a Colombian prison, he could stand the smell of a cadaver!

Sadly, he’d been overruled.

No thanks to Fiddleford.

You fix a guys brain for him and this is the thanks you get!

“Feelin’ good in there?” Fiddleford wrapped his knuckles against the robotic components that made up the top of the skull.

Bill managed to barely open the singular robotic eye that had been installed in between where the original two eyes had been. The glare he leveled at Fiddleford had the hillbilly hooting in laughter, though whether it was from the glare or from the fact that his creation had worked was anyone's guess.

“Can you move it yet?” Stan swung a leg out, ready to kick at the android’s own leg, only to be swiftly thrown onto his back when Bill snapped a hand out, grabbed the offending leg, and yanked. With a smirk on his human lips, Bill Cipher grinned down at his latest contract-holder. Fiddleford had doubled over in laughter while Stan blinked dumbly up at the ceiling.

“Oh, yeah,” Bill chuckled. “I can move it alright.”

-

“You gave him flamethrowers?!”

“What do ya expect from me, Stanley, it’s a whachamahiggy! It’s what I do!”

Bill, meanwhile, was running along the lakeside, flames erupting from the retractable ports in his hands, cackling like the lunatic he very much was. “I am all-powerful!” he shouted with glee.

“…please tell me it’s not perpetual fire.”

“Aw, shucks no! Gonna take a bit more finagling to get that upgrade ready! Just runs on good ol’ gasoline right now! Which should run out in about…”

“No! My precious flames! Gone!”

“…there’s more where that came from, isn’t there?”

“Well…”

“Ooh! Stan! Look! I got shoulder-saws!”

-

“Okay,” Bill huffed as he laid down the final drum of toxic waste. Stan patted his shoulder with a chem-suit-covered hand, giving him a thumbs up. Bill grinned widely. “Knew there was a reason we got Specs in on this!” he chuckled, stretching his arms above his head. “Didn’t weigh anything!”

“Just make sure to hop in the de-con shower before you touch anything else,” Fiddleford’s voice came over the intercom. He turned and grinned at where the engineer was watching them through the control room window, waving merrily as he headed over to do just that. The de-con shower was a more recent addition, one Fiddleford had insisted on. Bill may have managed to put his mind back together, but the paranoia was always going to be a problem.

It was one of the reasons Ivan had been entrusted with the memory guns after they’d gotten the cult under control.

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Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To

= Amnesia for Everyone!

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

Bill heaved out a weary sigh at the sight of blue fire surrounding them. His eye creased in a sad smile, watching as Ford stood from the plush red chair in the room he’d conjured. The man tried to keep his expression neutral, but the gentle, resigned smile he gave Bill told of his emotional state deteriorating as his mind was destroyed.

“Thought we’d have forever, Sixer,” Bill admitted softly, catching Ford’s hands in his and leaning their foreheads together. “That this was all just… you being contrary, I guess.”

“You really wanted me forever?” Ford chuckled bitterly as his grip on Bill’s hands tightened. “Thought that was just one of your lies.”

“I always wanted you to rule by my side,” Bill’s voice was small as his body began to glitch in-and-out of focus. “There’s never been anyone, in any universe, in any timeline, that could make me feel like you do, Sixer.”

“Please,” Ford hissed, his expression morphing into one of open grief as wetness gathered in his eyes. “No nicknames, not right now.”

“…Ford,” Bill whispered. His eye blinked open, when had he closed it, and he extended an extra hand to lift Ford’s chin up so their eyes could meet. “!Nruter yam I taht rewop eht ekovni I !nrub ot emoc sah emit ym ,L-T-O-L-O-X-A.”

“What does that even mean?” Ford laughed as tears finally broke past his barriers. “You and I are dying, and that’s the last thing you say to me?”

“No, that was just in case,” Bill admitted with a wry twist of his eye. “These are my last words: Stanford Filbrick Pines, you are the only being I have ever been capable of loving.”

Ford opened his mouth to respon-

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Fiddleford had helped to restore most of Ford’s destroyed memories, but there was still a large gap in them. For instance, he remembered all the information he had gotten from traveling dimensions for three decades… but he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten that information, or even why he’d run through each dimension so quickly.

He remembered fighting to save the world alongside his brother and great niece and nephew. He didn’t remember what they’d been fighting against.

He remembered having a fallout with his best friend thirty years ago. He didn’t remember why or how it’d happened.

“It’s him,” Dipper had told Stan over the phone, bitterness still obvious even through the static over the line. “It’s Cipher. He doesn’t remember him, so he doesn’t remember anything associated with him.”

Stan hummed as he watched Ford enthusiastically explain to Soos each and every moth in his collection, with Soos comparing them with different iterations of Mothra through the years. He’d not actually expected the two to get along, but it settled something in his heart to see his pseudo-son getting on with his twin brother. And Ford hadn’t looked this happy and carefree in…

“Let’s hope it stays that way, kiddo,” Stan grumbled as he smiled. “He’s the brother I remember, not what that monster turned him into.”

A knock on the door interrupted the call, but Ford was quick to get up and pat his brother’s shoulder as he made to get it, knowing the weekly calls with the younger twins were something Stan looked forward to desperately. When Ford reached the door and pulled it open, there was a sudden rush of frozen air in his face that wrapped its tendrils around his warmed body. Then, looking down, he was able to see the reason for the late-night knock.

A young man, in maybe his twenties, stood before him, thin arms wrapped around his emaciated body, teeth chattering and body trembling in the cold. His hair was long, waist-length, blond roots with black tips, and might have been curly when clean. He had only a single working eye, midnight-blue, while a horribly fresh scar ran over the closed lid of the other. The injury stretched from the far left of his hairline, over his closed eye, nose, down his cheek, and disappeared down his neck into the thin sleeveless shirt he wore.

“My goodness,” Ford hurriedly ushered the young man into the house, shucking the coat he was still in the habit of wearing inside and wrapping it around him. A hitch in the man’s breath warned him of incoming emotions. “Are you alright? What in the world possessed you to be out in that weather?!”

The blond looked up at him, lips trembling as tears spilled from his singular eye. “I don’t know,” he whimpered. He shook for a moment before he threw skinny arms around Ford, burying his face in the older man’s chest, sobs wracking his body. “I don’t know!”

Hesitantly, Ford returned the embrace, rubbing the poor creature’s back. An inquisitive noise had him turning his head to give Stan an utterly baffled shrug.

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Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To

= Eggs

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

Bill’s breath stuttered in his chest. Technically, he didn’t actually need to breath, but he’d been told controlling it helped in these situations. In and out, carefully measured and eased through his clenched teeth. He couldn’t believe this was happening - that something this ludicrous even could happen!

And yet here he was.

Laying on a bed, human-ish feet held up in stirrups, contractions wringing through his non-corporeal body, as he tried to push out the three eggs that had lain within him for six months.

“Too big!” he sobbed as he threw his head back on the pillow behind him.

“You’ve got this, Billy!” Pyronica urged from his side, his hand clutched protectively within hers. “You can do this!”

“I can’t I can’t I can’t!” Bill shook his head wildly as he bit back a wail as his body forced him to push once again. “Make it stop! I don’t want this!” But he’d ignored the signs for far too long, ignored the way he’d been unable to shift to his triangular form for the past three months, ignored the way his stomach had swelled, ignored the cramps and bloating and fucking pain that should have made him laugh and didn’t!

“You do!” Pyronica reassured him. “You want them! Remember, they’re yours and Fords!”

Right.

Right.

Bill screamed his agony for the world to hear as a single, beautifully bright egg ripped out of his body. But he couldn’t rest - not just yet.

The second and third eggs were easier after that, the way out already torn to shreds by the first, static blood making the path slick. He collapsed against the bed when the final egg was released from his body, every single inch of him in relieved agony. The hard part was over. Wasn’t it?

He glanced over at Pyronica, who was talking with the doctor. Why were they whispering? Pyronica looked over at him and her lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. Or was it? She was starting to look worried. Bill couldn’t keep his eye open, however, and it slipped shut just before the panic around him truly began.

-

“They’re yours,” Pyronica hissed through unshed tears, lower lip wobbling as she shoved the three eggs into Stanford Pines’ freakish hands. “He wanted them so bad, because they were his and yours and now he can’t have them! So just- just!” She sniffled loudly and swiped a hand under her nose, determined to keep her composure. “Don’t let anything bad happen to them…”

“What are they?” Ford asked as he took in the odd colors of the three large, oblong things. One was a vibrant, familiar yellow; one was a soft, ethereal blue; the final one was… pure and entirely black, except for the tiny, faint specks of silver static that littered it’s entire surface.

“His kids,” Pyronica huffed. “Your kids. He didn’t- didn’t know it could happen. He didn’t have a physical form, so he figured it was impossible, but then he spontaneously transformed one day and couldn’t shift back and his stomach started getting bigger and then suddenly he was having contractions and- and-” Pyronica was losing her fight against the scorching tears welling up in her eyes. “Look, just! Just take care of them, alright?! He can’t and they’re yours, too, so! Please…”

Ford looked at the three eggs. They were warm, in his arms. Their shells were soft, with almost a velvet feel to them. He ran gentle fingers over their surfaces. “Why can’t he take care of them?” he finally asked, not daring to look up at the Henchmaniac who had managed to find his latest hiding spot.

Pyronica scoffed, arms folding protectively across her chest. “You damn well know why, Pines, don’t act like the entire multiverse didn’t feel it. These three are innocent - you can’t blame them for anything since they’re not even alive yet…”

“What’s happened to the Nightmare Realm?” Ford asked quietly, eyes glued to the three growing beings in his arms. He didn’t want to look up, didn’t want to be met with the grief he knew he’d see on Pyronica’s face - didn’t want to reveal that it mirrored his own. “If he’s not there, then…”

“Falling apart,” Pyronica snorted wetly. “Without him to rule it, it’s every entity for themselves again, just like he always warned us it would be. If… if you want to stay there, if you need a place to settle down for them…” The flaming demon hesitated for a moment before letting out a weary sigh. “The fearamid’s still up and running, though we don’t know how long it’ll actually last. Might be permanent, might be… not.”

Looking down at the bundle in his arms, Ford felt conflict rising in his gut. There was a part of him that wanted nothing to do with the fearamid and the beings that resided in it, but… at the same time… A safe place to raise his three children was tempting. And it wasn’t just a safe place, but probably the safest place in the entire multiverse! Even with Bill- well… There would be very few beings that would risk coming anywhere near the fearamid, even without the Ruler of the Nightmare Realm there.

“Probably the best option,” Ford muttered as he adjusted the three awkward objects in his arms. “I don’t need to keep running, now, and it won’t be practical to continue to travel with them…”

He didn’t need to say anything else. Pyronica was grinning wetly and grabbing his arm, dragging him to the car she had parked on top of the trees she had mowed down. “We’re gonna have to manually outfit a nursery since, ya know, but I know the premier dumps to find good stuff! I mean, we’re sort of going into this blind, since they’re half-Euclydian and none of us have any idea what that entails, but if those three are anything like their papa, they’re going to be a handful!”

Ford let the woman’s rambles fall over him like a soothing river as he settled into the passenger seat of the vehicle. The three eggs fit perfectly in his lap, arms curled protectively around them, as he’s willingly dragged back to the single realm he’d never wanted to return to.

-

The eggs take six months to hatch.

The first one to crack open is the yellow one. The little almost-human girl who crawls out of it is immediately whisked into Ford’s arms, where he cuddles the darling babe to his chest. She has a mop of blond-grey hair on her head with a singular brown eye that has a slitted pupil. She doesn’t cry, doesn’t scream, just gums on a hand as she stares up at her daddy - intelligence dancing in her eternal eye.

He names her Beatrice.

Fifteen minutes later, the dreamy blue egg cracks open. And this time, the little girl bellows her entrance to the world, prompting Pyronica to take Bea from Ford so he can pick up his second daughter and clean her off. Her crying slowly dies down until she’s just softly whimpering, and finally Ford can get a good look at her. Brown fuzz covers her head, her skin more tanned than her sister’s, and two citrine-bright eyes stare up at him.

He names her Harper.

Ford and the Henchmaniacs wait for the third egg to hatch, calming and feeding the two of the triplets who had managed to fight their way into the world. Their final sibling, however, remains silent and unmoving. It sets something inside Ford on edge, a trickle of horrified fear settling in his gut. Had he done something wrong? Had he… had he killed his child before they even had a chance at life?

Three hours after Harper had taken her first, screaming breaths into the world, the third triplet makes his dramatic entrance into the world.

The fearamid trembles as colors swirl and undulate in glitching patterns around them. The entire realm seems to darken as a single crack runs down the length of the black egg. Something akin to lightning splits the sky, a sudden blaze of light igniting the fearamid for the briefest of moments, revealing static-silver eyes. As the power-storm settles, all eyes are on the third and final babe. His skin is yellow, a brick pattern inlaid into his chubby body outlined in a liquid-mercury color, his purest-black hair wet and plastered to his head, and his eyes…

Ford names him William, for his papa. He seems to have inherited the majority of the power in the family - though the sparks that crackle between the triplets when Ford places Will with his sisters lets him know that his daughters are far from powerless.

-

Ford is yanked through the portal unceremoniously, only having enough time to grab the triplets before he’s being forcibly ejected into a too-familiar room with unfamiliar people. The triplets are still holding tight to him, groaning softly as they try to adjust to the world around them - and the corporeal bodies they have just manifested.

“Stanford?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

He knows that voice.

And if he had time for it, he’d have gotten up and punched the owner of it in the face, but he’s got more pressing issues.

“Kids, you okay?” he asked, voice gruff and oddly stilted as he manages to get the four of them to sitting positions.

“Dad, I don’t feel right…” Harper grumbled as she buried her face in his chest. He sighed as he rubbed her back, knowing just how sensitive to change she was. She’d nearly vomited the first time she’d shape-shifted, and she’d been entirely made of light at that point!

“Oh! Real bodies!” Bea giggled as she stood on wobbly legs, little arms waving about wildly as she stumbled. “I’ve always wanted one of these! Dad! Dad! Look!” Ford is forced to turn to see his eldest wave her six-fingered hands in excitement. “I’m just like you now!”

A soft tug on his sleeve had him turning to look at Will, whose eyes glowed in the darkness of the room. He was staring at something, and Ford slowly turned to see what had caught his quiet boy’s attention.

“Babies?” the man whispered as he took a shaking step forward. “My babies?”

“Papa,” Will breathed, watching the person cautiously approach them. And he is. Ford would know him anywhere - no matter his form, his face, his voice, Ford would always know Bill Cipher on sight.

“Papa?” Bea and Harper pipe up, freezing in their antics as they turn to face the man, who was busy collapsing on his knees, eyes wide and watery.

“Bill,” Ford choked out the word, stunned to see the demon alive. “You’re…”

“Papa!” Three small voices screech as they jump forward, tripping and stumbling until they’re able to tackle the weeping man to the ground as he wrapped arms around them.

Ford stood slowly, carefully, taking in the others in the room. Two children, older than his own and looking horribly baffled, and…

“Stanley,” Ford growled, his eyes narrowing as he recognized his twin.

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“Ford,” Bill whimpered as the human pulled him flush against his body, arms tight around the human form the demon had been shoved into. “I thought- I thought-”

“Me, too,” Ford admitted in a hoarse voice, breathing in the soothing scent of his once-Muse. “I can’t believe… all this time, you were…”

“I didn’t have a choice,” Bill’s voice was choked with wet sobs as he clung to Ford for dear life. “I wanted to reach you, but I couldn’t, and it took so long for us to finish the damn portal and I’m so sorry for what I did, Ford, and I just need you to know that-”

Ford didn’t let him finish. He’d pulled Bill’s head away from where it had been buried in his chest and sealed their lips together. Gods, he’d missed this! The soft lips that trembled beneath his own, the taste of candied metal, the delicate gasps that sent bolts of electricity through his body…

Fuck.

He’d missed Bill.

Far, far more than he’d realized.

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Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To

= Sober!Ford

Inspired by Sober - Rose Betts

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

Bill sighed softly against the heated lips pressed to his own, a feathery, airy feeling igniting within him at the tender touch. He closed his eye and allowed himself to be pulled closer, hands clenching in and wrinkling the maroon dress-shirt - the one he’d secretly picked out. One firm hand landed on his hip, guiding their bodies flush against each other. The other hand carded through his long locks to cradle the back of his head, both a point of contact and a point of control - demonstrated when his head was tilted to allow for better access to his opened mouth.

Here, in the privacy of the other’s room, Bill was allowed to cling as tightly as he could to Stanford Pines. Just… never when the human was sober.

It had been half a year since Bill had been deposited, brand-new, somehow-damaged human body and all, at the Pines’ doorstep. After two eons in the Theraprism, he was finally deemed ready for his parole. And after some rather… explosive… negotiations, Bill was allowed residence within the Mystery Shack for his year-long parole.

And now, half-way through it, Bill noticed Ford getting drunk more frequently than ever before. He knew it was his fault - what was the scientist supposed to do with all his righteous anger at Bill’s survival when Bill himself was so… changed? The former-demon had even apologized to each of his victims - willingly!

(Bill would never admit to the way the ‘Prism had broken him, not to the countless millennia spent in the Solitary Wellness Void, not to the starvation, not to the sleep deprivation, not to the drugs forcibly shoved down his throat and injected into his veins - none of it had happened as far as anyone but Bill was concerned.)

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The Multiversal Lepidoptery Society proudly presents these fascinating specimens found across the multiverse. Special thanks to our gracious benefactor @jellyskink for allowing us the opportunity over on their discord server (Domesticated Ford Au server). I would also love this opportunity to thank the other research assistants. Without their help of them, none of this would be possible:

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Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To

= Pink Frilly Apron!Bill, Version 2 (stand-alone version)

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

“Fordsy!” Bill cries gleefully, throwing his human form’s arms in the air as the man walks into the kitchen. He stops dead in his tracks, eyes quickly darting between Bill at the stove-top and his family eating far too calmly at the kitchen table. “I made pancakes!”

“I… can see that,” Ford nods hesitantly, making eye-contact with his brother. Stan, unhelpful as usual, just shrugs. “Why?”

“Well, I couldn’t very well make pancakes in the Fearamid!” the demon laughs as if it’s the silliest idea he’s ever heard, and it leaves Ford all the more confused. “I didn’t have the ingredients in there!” And… there’s the logic. It wasn’t sound logic, but it was certainly Bill logic!

“Uh-huh,” Ford muttered, pushing his glasses up to his forehead to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Bill. You know what I’m asking you. I know you know what I’m asking you. I’m not doing this today.” The silence that followed had Ford lowering his hand and looking up with a sigh, only to come face-to-face with the demon, who seemed to have teleported himself right in front of him.

Ford only had time to make out the mischievous glint in his eye before Bill was throwing his arms around him, jumping into the air so that he could lock his lips tightly against Ford’s. Ford… didn’t know exactly what to do. Certainly it wasn’t their first kiss - though, then again, it technically was? First physical kiss, at least. Did the ones in his head even count? Oh, shit, he’d taken too long to think about this.

Pulling back, he tried to throw Bill away from him, only to find the demon’s hold around his neck unbreakable.

“What the hell, Sixer,” Stan groaned behind a hand that had covered his eyes, the tips of his ears tellingly red.

“T-that! That!” Dipper was unable to form coherent sentences, it seemed.

Mabel seemed to be the only one having any fun with this whatsoever, as a wide, giddy grin had spread across her face. The way she was bouncing it seemed as though she was about to shoot through the roof in excitement.

“Bill!” Ford hissed, glare at the creature in question. “Seriously!?”

“I decided to cancel Weirdmageddon!” Bill decided to giggle instead, chaotic delight in his smile. Which… okay, that was… good? “I mean, I sort of have to keep the portal open cause I do need access to the Nightmare Realm for me and everyone else who’s trapped there, but besides that I reversed everything! You just seemed so attached to this place the way it was!” Bill decided that moment was a good time to pinch Ford’s cheek, leaving the human to glare and flush red. Bill responded with a deranged laugh.

“And why would you decide that?” Ford huffed, crossing his arms over his front.

“Oh! Easy!” Bill finally decided to let go of Ford, stepping back and flipping his somehow angular hair over his shoulder. “I got a visit last night in the Mindscape!”

“I thought you controlled the Mindscape?” Ford was taken aback at that. He’d no idea that anyone was even capable of invading the nightmare demon’s dreams.

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Bill clarified with an easy grin. “But no matter how I like to play it, I’m not actually the most powerful being in the multiverse. I mean, I’m in the top 10, don’t get me wrong, but the powers that be have always been fine with a live and let live sort of deal. Well, at least they were. Until last night.”

Ford raised a single brow as Bill hopped onto a counter backwards, carelessly grabbing a half-done pancake and flipping it into the air. And though he had an actual mouth at the moment, he still decided to let fall into his eye-mouth, blue tongue licking his lids before slurping back in. He heard more than one gag come from the table, but decided to ignore it for now.

“And what did this being want?” Ford asked, obviously almost out of patience.

“Oh, they didn’t want anything,” Bill said as he blinked his eye back into place. “They did, however, threaten you, Fordsy!” He pointed a casual finger at Ford, a lazy smile directed at him. “And I didn’t take too kindly to that. You’re mine, after all!” Ford had to repress a shudder at the proclamation of ownership from the psychotic deity. “So I had a little thinky-poo this morning and decided, hey! I can’t actually protect you on my own! Not while you’re fighting me, at least!” He hopped off the counter and began approaching Ford, slowly this time, looking up through long lashes into brown doe eyes. “I realized, I have a far better chance of protecting my favorite human if we work together!”

“Why would I ever work with you?” Ford growled, leaning away from the demon.

“Oh, you don’t actually have a choice in the matter, Fordsy,” Bill laughed. “I have a deal for you. One I know you can’t refuse.”

“Watch me,” Ford snarled at his once-Muse, fists clenched tight.

“At least let me tell you the terms!” Bill cackled, lifting a hand to delicately cover his wide mouth. “See, the reason you can’t turn me down is that I don’t want anything in return.”

“I doubt that.” Four heads turned to look at Dipper, who was slouching in his chair, pancakes finished. He shrunk, however, even further down when he realized he was suddenly the center of attention.

“I want nothing more than to be able to protect my Fordsy,” Bill proclaimed, resting one hand on his chest while raising the other one as if to swear on God. “The terms are as follows: I will not take over this dimension ever. I will keep my Henchmaniacs in line at all times. I will not cause wanton chaos and destruction - terms that will be defined by one Stanford Filbrick Pines. Stanford Filbrick Pines will have as much control over my powers as I do - except when his judgment is compromised. I will be banned from making unfair deals for as long as Stanford Filbrick Pines sees fit.”

“And what do you get in return?” Ford asked hesitantly, almost unsure he wanted the answer. Bill’s face, however, melted into one that Ford had seen only a handful of times before. Brows tilted up, lips set in a sad neutral position, and eye glittering with unspoken emotions that Ford would be a fool to try and name.

“I get to protect you,” he murmured sincerely, finally moving close enough to lay a hand on Ford’s crossed arms. He was warm, Ford idly noted, something he’d never been able to feel before. There was a tangible weight to him, now, one he was intimately aware how desperately Bill had wanted. “All of that, and all I ask is that you allow me to protect you from whatever is coming.”

Ford glanced at his family, brows furrowed. Stan could only shake his head, looking just as torn as Ford felt.

“It’s a pretty good deal, Sixer,” his brother murmured in reluctant admittance. “I don’t think we’re gonna get much better.”

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Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To

= Pink Frilly Apron!Bill, Version 1 (originally an add-on to One Last Time)

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

Ford woke up in his own room.

It took him a few confused moments to realize that this was actually not where he had fallen asleep the previous day. He sat up slowly, rubbing at his eyes and blindly reaching for his glasses. Finding and placing them on his nose, he sat for a good minute or two as he tried to figure out exactly what had taken place.

Okay.

He and the triangle had fucked.

They had fallen asleep in the Fearamid.

And…

Now he was back in his house.

Standing up finally, he winced as light pain stretched against his skin. Looking down, he saw the scratches that Bill had left the night before.

Huh.

He tottered over to where his clothes lay folded on a chair and tugged them on, hiding a yawn behind his hand as he opened his door and walked through. The pleasant aroma of pancakes greeted him, and he hummed at the smell, turning and heading towards the kitchen. Just outside it, however, all sticking their heads in and watching whatever was happening, were Stan, Mabel, and Dipper. He didn’t say a word, merely walked around them to see what all the fuss was abo-

“Bill?” Ford muttered.

The demon spun around from where he’d been flipping pancakes on the stove, grinning radiantly, a frilly pink apron with ‘Kiss the Cook’ embroidered on it tied over his classic black and yellow suit. “Fordsy!” he cried delightedly, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m making pancakes!”

“I- I can see that,” Ford nodded, trying to process what exactly was happening. “And… why, exactly, are you making pancakes? In my house?”

Bill, still grinning, tilted his head in what would have been confusion, had he not had an obvious answer. “I can’t very well make you pancakes in the Fearamid - we didn’t have the ingredients!”

“Uh-huh,” Ford muttered, pushing his glasses up to his forehead to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Bill. You know what I’m asking you. I know you know what I’m asking you. I’m not doing this today.” The silence that followed had Ford lowering his hand and looking up with a sigh, only to come face-to-face with the demon, who seemed to have decided to sneak forward.

With a devilish grin, Bill jumped forward and kissed Ford firmly, wrapping his arms around the human’s neck. Ford’s first instinct was to kiss back, curling an arm securely around Bill’s waist. His second instinct was to throw the creature out of the house when a trio of gasps echoed behind him. Ford spun around, face bright red, Bill hanging leisurely around his neck still, smirking widely at the family over Ford’s shoulder.

“What the hell, Sixer,” Stan groaned behind a hand that had covered his eyes, the tips of his ears tellingly red.

“T-that! That!” Dipper was unable to form coherent sentences, it seemed.

Mabel seemed to be the only one having any fun with this whatsoever, as a wide, giddy grin had spread across her face. The way she was bouncing it seemed as though she was about to shoot through the roof in excitement.

“I didn’t-! I mean-!” Ford groaned, finally burying his face in his hands. “Ugh!”

“I decided to cancel Weirdmageddon!” Bill (un)helpfully chortled, watching as three faces snapped to his. “I mean, it was fun and all, but it turns out I’m more the domestic type!” Ford let out another low groan, his entire body slumping forwards. “I mean, the rift obvi has to stay open, cause I actually do need a way to keep the Nightmare Realm from collapsing and all, but since I’m the ruler of it what I say goes!”

“That’s… good?” Dipper asked hesitantly, looking between his family.

“It’s great!” Bill giggled. “And no worries about my Henchmaniacs, I’ve already given ‘em the talk! Long as they can still go out and cause chaos in other dimensions, they’re cool to just hang here peacefully! Oh, and I fixed up all that damage you humans kept complaining about. I thought it looked better, personally, but Fordsy seemed attached to the old digs, so I decided to indulge him!” With that, Bill laid a loud, smacking kiss on Ford’s cheek before hurrying back to his pancakes before they could burn.

The Pines were left alone for a few moments, allowing Ford to heave a great sigh and let his hands drop, looking resigned to his fate. “Bill,” he called over his shoulders. He got a hum in response. “I’m going to take everyone outside for a… private word, okay?”

“M’kay! I’ll come get you when breakfast’s done!”

With that, the two pairs of twins marched out of the house, looking as though they went to face a firing squad. Well, except for Mabel, who seemed to have gotten over Weirdmageddon instantly.

“Please tell me you two didn’t do it when he was a triangle,” was the first thing out of Stan’s mouth once they were outside as he spun to face his brother.

“W-wha-!” Ford sputtered, flushing red once again. “That is not your first question!”

“Oh, come on!” Stan argued back. “That would be your first question, too!”

“It would not!” Ford cried. “And I didn’t!”

“Does… does this mean we don’t have to fight Bill anymore?” Dipper asked hesitantly, looking up at his grunkles.

“I…” Ford glanced at the faces of his family, worry curling and uncurling in his gut. “I have no idea,” he admitted, looking lost. Stan laid a steadying hand on his brother’s shoulder, which Ford laid his own hand over, giving his twin a wavering smile. “He’s insane, and prone to fits of anger and unbridled rage, and his logic makes sense to only him, but…” Ford shrugged, unsure of what to say next.

“Go find out what he wants for this,” Stan muttered, nudging Ford back towards the house. “Don’t make any deals, just find out what he wants and come back.”

Giving Stan another small smile, Ford nodded and, for once, did as he was told without complaint.

“Bill,” he sighed as he entered the kitchen, hand lingering on the doorframe.

“Ford,” Bill sighed as well, clicking off the stove and turning to face the human. He still wore a smile, but… this one wasn’t elated or manic or furious. Bill’s smile was small, soft… almost caring in the way it upturned his lips.

“What do you want?” Ford’s voice was quiet as he stepped forward, brow furrowing. “In… in exchange for all of this? For stopping Weirdmageddon, for putting everything back in place, for-for not taking over the planet! What is the deal?”

Bill sighed once more, smile fading from his lips, as he looked down at his feet. “I… I sort of… had a visitor… last night… in the Mindscape.”

“But don’t you control the Mindscape?” Ford asked in surprise.

“I do,” Bill was quick to assure him. “But no matter how I like to play it… I’m not the most powerful being in the Multiverse. I mean, I’m one of them, but there are others who, until now, have been perfectly fine to let me do my thing. One of them is no longer… so willing.” Ford silently took in what Bill was saying, not fully sure he was understanding the demon correctly. “I, um…” Bill took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut. “One of them threatened this world, last night. Threatened… you… last night…”

“Me?” Ford’s voice was soft, concerned, confused. What would an all-powerful being, stronger than Bill Cipher himself, want with Ford?

“I can’t pretend to know what’s in their mind, they are… honestly an enigma to even myself. Maybe they heard about you through the grapevine, maybe they got a vision or some shit, maybe they realized what you are to me…” Ford’s brows rose straight to his hairline. That was… information. “But I can’t protect you. Not alone. Not if you’re fighting me.” Bill stepped forward slowly, inch by inch, until he stood barely a foot from Ford. “What I’m saying is, you get all this - your world intact, your family and town safe, control over what I can and can’t do…” Bill looked up at the scientist through the lashes that remained lusciously long, even in his human form. “And you let me protect you.”

Ford felt as though his heart would stop right then and there.

All of that… all of that and Bill wanted nothing in return.

Just Ford’s agreement that the demon could protect him.

“Include the three outside in that protection, and you’ve got a deal,” Ford muttered, sticking his hand out. He knew what Stan had said, knew he should be thinking this over, but he couldn’t risk Bill changing his mind on this.

“Deal,” Bill murmured sweetly, the same soft, sweet smile returning to his lips as he reached out and shook Ford’s hand, blue flames erupting around them. “Now go get your family so we can go over what that means for the foreseeable future! Oh, and find out what Shooting Star and Pine Tree want for their birthday - no limitations, after all!”

Ford nodded slowly, turning and heading out of the room. Before he managed to do so, however, he turned back around and marched to where Bill stood. The demon looked a bit panicked as Ford reached out for him - only to melt into the kiss Ford pulled him into. It was like electricity was charging through his body, igniting all his senses at once. When Ford pulled away, Bill unconsciously trailed after him, not wanting the contact to end. The human’s soft chuckle had him snapping out of it, however, though he still couldn’t manage to frown at Ford’s back as the man retreated to tell his family the good news.

—

“Are you our other Grunkle now?” Mabel asked through a mouth full of pancake and syrup. Bill ignored the three males beside them sputtering around the food and drinks, coughing and gagging.

“Might as well be,” Bill told her with a wide smile. “I mean, Ford and I have been dating since 1982!”

“I thought we broke up,” Ford choked out as he thumped his chest after nearly inhaling his coffee.

“What?” Bill turned a confused look his way. “We never broke up!”

“I thought we did,” Ford coughed.

“What, just because I threatened to steal your eyes? I didn’t actually mean it!” Bill huffed.

“Well, that and the mental and physical torture,” Ford muttered, rolling his (thankfully intact) eyes.

“Pft!” Bill laughed, waving a hand blithely. “That wasn’t torture! That was a Saturday night! People know when I torture them.” Bill lifted his coffee cup filled with creamer and took a generous sip, looking quite pleased with himself.

Ford, however, had narrowed his eyes. “Bill… how much do you think a human body can take before it dies?”

“I mean…” Bill glanced around the table, now seeming hesitant. “You guys regrow limbs and organs, right? So a lot!” There was a moment of silence before Stan burst out laughing and Ford groaned into his hands. Mabel tugged on Bill’s sleeve, and when he turned to look at her she was giving him a very serious ‘no’ shake of her head. “Oh… my bad?”

“We are going to have a basic biology lesson very soon,” Ford grumbled under his breath as Stan patted his back, still laughing merrily. “I am going to need… a lot of therapy for this…”

No one seemed to notice the way Dipper sat in his chair, not touching a single bite of the food Bill had made, only sipping carefully on a glass of orange juice. He didn’t believe that Bill Cipher would, for one second, hold to his deal the moment he saw a way to get out of it.

—

“Bill, I’m going with Stan, whether you like it or not,” Ford stated firmly, arms folded across his chest. Bill whined, stomping his feet like a toddler. “I’m not taking down the barrier, either! You will be perfectly fine here in Gravity Falls. Hell, you could even go out and carouse with your friends while I’m gone!”

“But I can’t protect you like that!” Bill complained in a high pitched tone. “That’s our entire deal! I do my reformed shit, and you get protection! How am I supposed to protect you if I’m not there?!”

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Part 4

When the family stepped outside, they were met with a hideous sight. The creature was black, in an emptiness-of-space sort of way, void of all color and light. It stood on two legs, both cloven, though it was hunched forwards in a sickly sort of way. It had two arms with each finger tipped with a wicked claw that glinted in the light, and two large wings that looked almost tattered at the ends. A sinuous, elongated tail snapped behind it, barbs on the end digging through the ground as it moved.

It’s most distinguishing feature, however, and the thing that made the three flinch back, was it’s head. Large, with a long mouth framed by sharp fangs that almost resembled buck-teeth, and leathery frills framing it’s face. Thin, waving tendrils jutted from each frill, each seeming to have a mind of its own. It’s eyes were wide and inky-black, the light reflecting a sickly green off of them.

“Manny,” Senior nodded as he approached the growling thing, hand extended for the great beast to sniff. It lowered it’s huge muzzle and nudged the appendage, making a small noise as its entire body relaxed. It was only then that Senior glanced behind him and took note of the petrified Pines family. “Oh. Right. This is Manny, Bill’s therapy Jabberwocky.”

Mabel gasped in delight, though she was the only one who did so. Before Stan or Dipper could grab her, she was eagerly darting towards the monster.

“He’s harmless,” Senior casually assured the two others, shrugging as Mabel eagerly held out a hand for Manny to sniff. He blinked a few times at her before lowering himself to the ground and head-butting her in greeting. She barely managed to hold in a squeal as she hugged the thing around his neck. “Mostly. To those who mean him and Bill no harm.”

“And, uh… to those who do?” Stan asked hesitantly.

Senior glanced at Manny, who lifted his own head in turn to watch Senior, Mabel giggling as she dangled from his neck. The former-human looked back at Stan and Dipper. “I wouldn’t,” was all he said.

Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To = Deranged!Ford Part 1

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

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Bill knew this place by heart at this point. He could walk around with his eye closed and never get lost. Spin him a hundred times and he’d still know the way to individual therapy, group therapy, arts and crafts therapy, animal therapy, the Solitary Wellness Void, the cafeteria, and his cell. Those were, after all, the only places he was allowed. The only places he had access to.

His cell was his favorite place. After a few millennia, he’d realized that he could make it more bearable if he just covered the walls in paper and colored them. Sure, everything was shaped like triangles, and sure some of his blood had gotten on… all of it… but it still took care of the fucking neutral whiteness of it all!

His second favorite place was animal therapy. Manny the Jabberwocky had taken a liking to him in the last few hundred years, and Bill very much enjoyed the company of the dumb creature. Especially since it kept some of the more… dangerous beings there away from him. Manny had quickly learned how to tell if Bill carried any new injuries, and who they had come from. He’d raked Htrx across the face with his claws after he’d broken Bill’s leg a few months back.

The staff had almost taken away Manny after that, but Bill’s meltdown had successfully persuaded ol’ Ax to step in and allow Bill’s only friend to stay. So, now Bill could look forward to getting to hang with Manny every third day after lunch.

The Solitary Wellness Void was his third favorite - it had once been his least favorite, but after coming to terms with what he’d done to his dimension, it was the only place he got to talk to his parents. Sure, they were hallucinations, but it was still nice. They didn’t say mean things anymore too, so, ya know, bonus! His dad did sometimes start repeating things, but Bill just assumed that was due to his own glitching nature.

Individual therapy was fourth, mostly because it had actually been helpful, but he still fucking hated talking about his feelings. He did, of course - he’d realized resistance was useless in this never-ending hellhole - but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He was on his… what, 147,903rd therapist? This one had actually lasted nearly three hundred million years, too, which was a record! Usually they quit after Bill’s first meltdown at one his horrific memories, but Orb of Healing Light #65-5RXT was a tough cookie! Probably because the thing was one of the few Orbs who had been formed from the soul of a living being. Not only that, but #65-5RXT had the unique claim of being the only human ever selected to work at the Theraprism - personally selected the Axolotl, too.

Arts and Crafts therapy had once been his favorite, but ever since they’d confiscated his journal, it had quickly fallen from grace. It was… fine. Not good, not bad, not really anything special. He was only allowed a handful of crayons these days and a few sheets of paper. He’d made weapons or started a riot with the rest. Thankfully, he usually got to keep the crayon colors he didn’t yet have so he could add to his cell, so that was… nice…

His least favorite was group therapy. Thankfully, #65-5RXT had stopped that nonsense a few months into being Bill’s therapist. Told his higher-ups that all group therapy was doing for Bill was making him hate his fellow patients more. Bill would never share his story with a group, no matter how much the higher-ups wanted him to - and they needed to accept that. Ax had miraculously agreed with #65-5RXT, so, hey, lucky Bill!

The cafeteria didn’t get a rank. It was the only neutral zone in the entire Theraprism, where everyone gathered to eat lunch and dinner. Breakfast was always served to them in their cells, the workers having come to the conclusion long before Bill had arrived that it was probably best to keep cranky interdimensional super criminals away from each other in the morning. Now that was something Bill could agree with.

So, yeah, Bill knew these walls by heart.

Which meant it had come as a surprise to him when there was suddenly a door between the cafeteria and the animal therapy ward. There… had never been a door there before. He hesitated before stepping towards it, hand outstretched towards the doorknob. Before he could touch it, however, the door sprang open with a loud ‘bang’ and two hands had reached out of the dark and grabbed him. Before Bill could make a single sound, he was dragged into the void, the door slamming shut behind him.

[tinkrtailrsldrspy]

Twenty-One Things You Don’t Say to a Transsexual by Riki Anne Wilchins.

The fact that I am the only transsexual you know only emphasizes that…we are secretly plotting to take over the planet Earth, and infiltrating your prevailing nontranssexual culture is just our first step

In TransSisters: The Journal of Transsexual Feminism, issue 3, volume 1. 1994.

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no one:

asexuals before realizing they’re ace: isn’t it weird how we call people “hot” when we just mean, like, pretty? it makes it sound like you actually feel hot when you see them. which isn’t a thing. anyway

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Part 3

Stan Pines was not expecting anyone at 6:43am that morning. Especially since he’d closed the Mystery Shack for the week so he and the kids could go out and continue their search for Ford, who had suddenly disappeared three nights ago. So, he could be forgiven for a certain… lack of proper manners when he yanked the door open and nearly shouted, “What?!”

The man who stood before him didn’t flinch, his neutral expression remaining in place as he leaned down slightly. He was a giant, Stan realized, over a head taller than he himself was - and Stan was not short by anyone’s standards. The stranger had flint-grey eyes that pierced through Stan like twin daggers, as if they could see each and every atom of his very soul.

“I am looking for Stanford Pines,” the man intoned. “Or his next nearest kin.”

“Ford’s not here,” Stan grunted, eyes narrowing. “But I’m his brother. Wha'dya need him for?”

“I thought so,” the man sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I had hoped for otherwise, but he is nothing if not resourceful… May I speak to you and the Mystery Twins together, Stanley?”

“The fu-” Stan was ready to slam the door in the strangers face… until he pulled one of his hands out of the pockets they had been ensconced in. Blood drained from his face and his eyes went wide when the appendage was held out for him to shake. “What…?”

“I am Orb of Healing Light #65-5RXT,” the man introduced himself with a genuine smile, six fingered hand waving slightly at Stan when the other man didn’t shake it. “Though my favorite patient was rather fond of the nickname ‘Sixer Senior’.”

~~~

“So, you’re, like, our grandpa’s grandpa’s grandpa?” Mabel asked curiously from her seat beside the giant man.

“I am a distant, direct ancestor to all of you, yes,” Senior nodded sagely. “The Axolotl recruited me upon my death in battle. I have been working for him in the Theraprism since. It has been my duty to guide one William Cipher for the past three hundred million years of not-time in the Theraprism. We had been making great strides in his progress, it was looking like reincarnation would be on the table soon.”

Stan, Mabel, and Dipper glanced between each other, communicating silently.

“He may have convinced himself and everyone around him he was a monster,” Senior’s eyes barely narrowed as his gaze twitched between his three descendants. “But William is much more than that. He is a unique creature in all the multiverse, the sole survivor of his dimension, and at heart a child who was abused by those he trusted and loved the most - only to have them ripped away in a tragic accident. I know he has done each of you wrong, but please do try to keep an open mind. The Theraprism exists to rehabilitate the worst of the worst in the multiverse. William was not even our most dangerous patient.”

Lucky, the three around him looked cowed enough for him to continue.

“I have kept an eye on young Stanford - his recovery from the wounds William inflicted upon him was of great importance. I noted that he had been spiraling in recent months, though it did not occur to me he’d go to such lengths…” The giant man shook his head in a mix of despair and disappointment. “I had hoped he’d seek out help. Instead, he seems to have deemed it necessary to kidnap my patient and take him only Axolotl knows where! …I mean, they don’t know where, which is sort of the problem…”

Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To = Deranged!Ford Part 1

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

(I will be replying to this post with the other parts (there's like... two others?) so stay tuned!)

Bill knew this place by heart at this point. He could walk around with his eye closed and never get lost. Spin him a hundred times and he’d still know the way to individual therapy, group therapy, arts and crafts therapy, animal therapy, the Solitary Wellness Void, the cafeteria, and his cell. Those were, after all, the only places he was allowed. The only places he had access to.

His cell was his favorite place. After a few millennia, he’d realized that he could make it more bearable if he just covered the walls in paper and colored them. Sure, everything was shaped like triangles, and sure some of his blood had gotten on… all of it… but it still took care of the fucking neutral whiteness of it all!

His second favorite place was animal therapy. Manny the Jabberwocky had taken a liking to him in the last few hundred years, and Bill very much enjoyed the company of the dumb creature. Especially since it kept some of the more… dangerous beings there away from him. Manny had quickly learned how to tell if Bill carried any new injuries, and who they had come from. He’d raked Htrx across the face with his claws after he’d broken Bill’s leg a few months back.

The staff had almost taken away Manny after that, but Bill’s meltdown had successfully persuaded ol’ Ax to step in and allow Bill’s only friend to stay. So, now Bill could look forward to getting to hang with Manny every third day after lunch.

The Solitary Wellness Void was his third favorite - it had once been his least favorite, but after coming to terms with what he’d done to his dimension, it was the only place he got to talk to his parents. Sure, they were hallucinations, but it was still nice. They didn’t say mean things anymore too, so, ya know, bonus! His dad did sometimes start repeating things, but Bill just assumed that was due to his own glitching nature.

Individual therapy was fourth, mostly because it had actually been helpful, but he still fucking hated talking about his feelings. He did, of course - he’d realized resistance was useless in this never-ending hellhole - but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He was on his… what, 147,903rd therapist? This one had actually lasted nearly three hundred million years, too, which was a record! Usually they quit after Bill’s first meltdown at one his horrific memories, but Orb of Healing Light #65-5RXT was a tough cookie! Probably because the thing was one of the few Orbs who had been formed from the soul of a living being. Not only that, but #65-5RXT had the unique claim of being the only human ever selected to work at the Theraprism - personally selected the Axolotl, too.

Arts and Crafts therapy had once been his favorite, but ever since they’d confiscated his journal, it had quickly fallen from grace. It was… fine. Not good, not bad, not really anything special. He was only allowed a handful of crayons these days and a few sheets of paper. He’d made weapons or started a riot with the rest. Thankfully, he usually got to keep the crayon colors he didn’t yet have so he could add to his cell, so that was… nice…

His least favorite was group therapy. Thankfully, #65-5RXT had stopped that nonsense a few months into being Bill’s therapist. Told his higher-ups that all group therapy was doing for Bill was making him hate his fellow patients more. Bill would never share his story with a group, no matter how much the higher-ups wanted him to - and they needed to accept that. Ax had miraculously agreed with #65-5RXT, so, hey, lucky Bill!

The cafeteria didn’t get a rank. It was the only neutral zone in the entire Theraprism, where everyone gathered to eat lunch and dinner. Breakfast was always served to them in their cells, the workers having come to the conclusion long before Bill had arrived that it was probably best to keep cranky interdimensional super criminals away from each other in the morning. Now that was something Bill could agree with.

So, yeah, Bill knew these walls by heart.

Which meant it had come as a surprise to him when there was suddenly a door between the cafeteria and the animal therapy ward. There… had never been a door there before. He hesitated before stepping towards it, hand outstretched towards the doorknob. Before he could touch it, however, the door sprang open with a loud ‘bang’ and two hands had reached out of the dark and grabbed him. Before Bill could make a single sound, he was dragged into the void, the door slamming shut behind him.

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Part 2

Honestly, #65-5RXT wouldn’t have believed it if not for the damn footage. He grunted in annoyance, and would have rubbed his temples had he still had them.

“And I’m supposed to retrieve him?” the orb muttered, turning to look up at his boss.

The Axolotl inclined their head. “We know the one behind this vicious act, but you’re the only one who can follow his tracks.” Yeesh, the boss must have been upset, that was not quite a smooth rhyme.

“And how’s that?” #65-5RXT inquired.

“Your kin is to blame for this sin, it is your job to reign him in.”

“Ah,” #65-5RXT sighed heavily in realization. “It was Stanford.”

“Your guess is correct my little one, you now see why it is on you to be undone.”

“I… am not surprised,” the orb admitted. “He’s been spiraling the past two years, even with Stanley and the children. I take it I’ll be given a temporary body to inhabit?”

“And a Jabberwocky at your side, to aid you in your search far and wide.”

“You just want Manny off your hands,” #65-5RXT chuckled with a small sigh. “Alright, when do I start?”

The Axolotl, however, merely smiled that deviously serene smile of theirs and, without a single word, Orb of Healing Light #65-5RXT began to fall.

Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To = Deranged!Ford Part 1

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

(I will be replying to this post with the other parts (there's like... two others?) so stay tuned!)

Bill knew this place by heart at this point. He could walk around with his eye closed and never get lost. Spin him a hundred times and he’d still know the way to individual therapy, group therapy, arts and crafts therapy, animal therapy, the Solitary Wellness Void, the cafeteria, and his cell. Those were, after all, the only places he was allowed. The only places he had access to.

His cell was his favorite place. After a few millennia, he’d realized that he could make it more bearable if he just covered the walls in paper and colored them. Sure, everything was shaped like triangles, and sure some of his blood had gotten on… all of it… but it still took care of the fucking neutral whiteness of it all!

His second favorite place was animal therapy. Manny the Jabberwocky had taken a liking to him in the last few hundred years, and Bill very much enjoyed the company of the dumb creature. Especially since it kept some of the more… dangerous beings there away from him. Manny had quickly learned how to tell if Bill carried any new injuries, and who they had come from. He’d raked Htrx across the face with his claws after he’d broken Bill’s leg a few months back.

The staff had almost taken away Manny after that, but Bill’s meltdown had successfully persuaded ol’ Ax to step in and allow Bill’s only friend to stay. So, now Bill could look forward to getting to hang with Manny every third day after lunch.

The Solitary Wellness Void was his third favorite - it had once been his least favorite, but after coming to terms with what he’d done to his dimension, it was the only place he got to talk to his parents. Sure, they were hallucinations, but it was still nice. They didn’t say mean things anymore too, so, ya know, bonus! His dad did sometimes start repeating things, but Bill just assumed that was due to his own glitching nature.

Individual therapy was fourth, mostly because it had actually been helpful, but he still fucking hated talking about his feelings. He did, of course - he’d realized resistance was useless in this never-ending hellhole - but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He was on his… what, 147,903rd therapist? This one had actually lasted nearly three hundred million years, too, which was a record! Usually they quit after Bill’s first meltdown at one his horrific memories, but Orb of Healing Light #65-5RXT was a tough cookie! Probably because the thing was one of the few Orbs who had been formed from the soul of a living being. Not only that, but #65-5RXT had the unique claim of being the only human ever selected to work at the Theraprism - personally selected the Axolotl, too.

Arts and Crafts therapy had once been his favorite, but ever since they’d confiscated his journal, it had quickly fallen from grace. It was… fine. Not good, not bad, not really anything special. He was only allowed a handful of crayons these days and a few sheets of paper. He’d made weapons or started a riot with the rest. Thankfully, he usually got to keep the crayon colors he didn’t yet have so he could add to his cell, so that was… nice…

His least favorite was group therapy. Thankfully, #65-5RXT had stopped that nonsense a few months into being Bill’s therapist. Told his higher-ups that all group therapy was doing for Bill was making him hate his fellow patients more. Bill would never share his story with a group, no matter how much the higher-ups wanted him to - and they needed to accept that. Ax had miraculously agreed with #65-5RXT, so, hey, lucky Bill!

The cafeteria didn’t get a rank. It was the only neutral zone in the entire Theraprism, where everyone gathered to eat lunch and dinner. Breakfast was always served to them in their cells, the workers having come to the conclusion long before Bill had arrived that it was probably best to keep cranky interdimensional super criminals away from each other in the morning. Now that was something Bill could agree with.

So, yeah, Bill knew these walls by heart.

Which meant it had come as a surprise to him when there was suddenly a door between the cafeteria and the animal therapy ward. There… had never been a door there before. He hesitated before stepping towards it, hand outstretched towards the doorknob. Before he could touch it, however, the door sprang open with a loud ‘bang’ and two hands had reached out of the dark and grabbed him. Before Bill could make a single sound, he was dragged into the void, the door slamming shut behind him.

[tinkrtailrsldrspy]

Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To = Deranged!Ford Part 1

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

(I will be replying to this post with the other parts (there's like... two others?) so stay tuned!)

Bill knew this place by heart at this point. He could walk around with his eye closed and never get lost. Spin him a hundred times and he’d still know the way to individual therapy, group therapy, arts and crafts therapy, animal therapy, the Solitary Wellness Void, the cafeteria, and his cell. Those were, after all, the only places he was allowed. The only places he had access to.

His cell was his favorite place. After a few millennia, he’d realized that he could make it more bearable if he just covered the walls in paper and colored them. Sure, everything was shaped like triangles, and sure some of his blood had gotten on… all of it… but it still took care of the fucking neutral whiteness of it all!

His second favorite place was animal therapy. Manny the Jabberwocky had taken a liking to him in the last few hundred years, and Bill very much enjoyed the company of the dumb creature. Especially since it kept some of the more… dangerous beings there away from him. Manny had quickly learned how to tell if Bill carried any new injuries, and who they had come from. He’d raked Htrx across the face with his claws after he’d broken Bill’s leg a few months back.

The staff had almost taken away Manny after that, but Bill’s meltdown had successfully persuaded ol’ Ax to step in and allow Bill’s only friend to stay. So, now Bill could look forward to getting to hang with Manny every third day after lunch.

The Solitary Wellness Void was his third favorite - it had once been his least favorite, but after coming to terms with what he’d done to his dimension, it was the only place he got to talk to his parents. Sure, they were hallucinations, but it was still nice. They didn’t say mean things anymore too, so, ya know, bonus! His dad did sometimes start repeating things, but Bill just assumed that was due to his own glitching nature.

Individual therapy was fourth, mostly because it had actually been helpful, but he still fucking hated talking about his feelings. He did, of course - he’d realized resistance was useless in this never-ending hellhole - but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He was on his… what, 147,903rd therapist? This one had actually lasted nearly three hundred million years, too, which was a record! Usually they quit after Bill’s first meltdown at one his horrific memories, but Orb of Healing Light #65-5RXT was a tough cookie! Probably because the thing was one of the few Orbs who had been formed from the soul of a living being. Not only that, but #65-5RXT had the unique claim of being the only human ever selected to work at the Theraprism - personally selected the Axolotl, too.

Arts and Crafts therapy had once been his favorite, but ever since they’d confiscated his journal, it had quickly fallen from grace. It was… fine. Not good, not bad, not really anything special. He was only allowed a handful of crayons these days and a few sheets of paper. He’d made weapons or started a riot with the rest. Thankfully, he usually got to keep the crayon colors he didn’t yet have so he could add to his cell, so that was… nice…

His least favorite was group therapy. Thankfully, #65-5RXT had stopped that nonsense a few months into being Bill’s therapist. Told his higher-ups that all group therapy was doing for Bill was making him hate his fellow patients more. Bill would never share his story with a group, no matter how much the higher-ups wanted him to - and they needed to accept that. Ax had miraculously agreed with #65-5RXT, so, hey, lucky Bill!

The cafeteria didn’t get a rank. It was the only neutral zone in the entire Theraprism, where everyone gathered to eat lunch and dinner. Breakfast was always served to them in their cells, the workers having come to the conclusion long before Bill had arrived that it was probably best to keep cranky interdimensional super criminals away from each other in the morning. Now that was something Bill could agree with.

So, yeah, Bill knew these walls by heart.

Which meant it had come as a surprise to him when there was suddenly a door between the cafeteria and the animal therapy ward. There… had never been a door there before. He hesitated before stepping towards it, hand outstretched towards the doorknob. Before he could touch it, however, the door sprang open with a loud ‘bang’ and two hands had reached out of the dark and grabbed him. Before Bill could make a single sound, he was dragged into the void, the door slamming shut behind him.

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Thinking about drawing Bill Cipher as a pony

Cause ponies are the only thing I can draw relatively well...

Just gotta figure out where exactly I put my stupid sketchbook...