hello fellow ciphertologists of the monster fucker divison!
i am your lovely host, elliot ! please adress me as such... or if you so desire, you may call me Bill Cipher or any variation of His name ! Like He says: "YOU CAN CALL ME ANYTHING EXCEPT LATE FOR DINNER!"
Oh, also.... If you want some general Gravity Falls interaction, I have an OC blog, @elliot-carson-cipher.
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original post - i made this. me. i did.
monster bill - self explanatory
silly billy - pictures of bill being cute and funny
bills paws - pictures of Him with pretty little paws, also what started this blog in the first place! (storytime later??? it involved a very funky dream i had and some sort of fate intervention )
billford - self explanatory
bill and steve - oh and pyramid steve is there too.
worship - things like murals and statues to honor Him
kitty bill - self explanatory
bill x reader - scenarios, silly things, perhaps a billford threesome??
You guys seemed to like the Puppet Ford X Bill short, don't ya?
So here you go. here's what happened next.
The one to blame for Puppet Ford -> @vvo1d1ing
Thinking about laying on bed relaxing together while petting Bill's angle maw's teeth while he absentmindedly nibbles on my digits. Both just watching some horror stream or whatever
Yk
Like a normal fucking person does with their geometric horror
Imagine bill seeing you all dressed up. His eye flicks over you for a second before turning up into a gleeful yet mocking grin. He starts LAUGHING at you. Not because you look stupid per se, okay, maybe a little, to him, but because you ARE so stupid. He knows you did this trying to impress him. Really? Really, you thought this would impress him?? Adorable!!! Like in the idiotic way. Really hilarious. Expecially if you start getting embarrassed at him just outwardly laughing at you, not peeling his eye away for a second.
He does enjoy it though.
Of course you'll never be on HIS level, but it's cute you're trying to heighten up your appearances for him. Flattering even, coming from such a favorite of his. Maybe try a scarf made out of tongues stitched together next time though.
✋️The first and most important thing to know about Ford is that he can rationalize his way into anything. He can rationalize giving his twelve year-old niblings a mind control tie or keeping the infinity-sided die to himself. Because it's harmless. Because he knows what he's doing. Because he can be trusted. Because he's right. He goes for the gold when it comes to mental gymnastics. If he really wants something, someone, he'll talk himself into whatever he feels necessary while feigning a lack of bias. And when Ford has come to certain conclusions, it's like pulling teeth to ever get him to think he's wrong. And, unfortunately, he's sunk his teeth into you.
📖 Perhaps Ford's fixation came from finding a kindred spirit in you. Someone who understood what it was like to be seen as weird. As a freak. Someone to be mocked and looked down upon for surface level differences rewritten as flaws by idiots who couldn't understand your intellect. Or maybe you're someone more normal, more down-to-earth. Someone amazed and in awe of his intelligence, of his accomplishments and adventures. He'd feed off your praise like a man starved, wanting doggedly to prove himself to you. To be of worth. To be of use. Or you could be an equal to him, someone just as smart and traveled. Quick to correct him, unwilling to go down without a fight in a battle of wills. There were precious little beings that Ford considered to be true equals to him. Realizing you were one of those few only drew Ford deeper into his fixation.
✋️You know how in The Stanchurian Candidate when Ford went out of his way to replace the kitchen lightbulb with one specially made to never burn out and make one's skin softer? You're getting the full brunt of that. Ford aims to please and loves praise. Anything your heart desires, Ford will either retrieve or make for you. Even if you hadn't mentioned it to him before… If you're willing to take advantage of Ford's desire for praise, you could have this six-fingered scientist wrapped around your finger. Call him a good boy and he's putty in your hands!
📖 Ford has kept numerous journals over the years. All of them pertaining to his fixations and… Obsessions. You are no exception. The volume he's dedicated to you has a cover in your favorite color. He only has one at the moment, but he plans to write many more editions in your name. He loves to draw you and has pages filled with sketches and portraits of your form. Trying to capture your perfection in every angle. He might even consider you his Muse. Just the thought sends a shiver down his spine. He writes down every scrap of information on you he can find, whether it be details you've willingly surrendered to him or ones he's discovered through… Well, he doesn't like to call it stalking. He's researching you. And sometimes research, especially when researching someone so darling and dear to him, calls for unethical methods – but then again, when has a concern for ethics ever stopped him before?
✋️ And since ethics aren't a concern, why shouldn't Ford take this further? Why shouldn't he plant a miniature tracking device onto your person when pulling you in for a hug or clapping you on the back? Why shouldn't Ford install cameras around your home so that he can watch you whenever he wants? Why shouldn't he log everything you do into his journal, everything down to the most minute details. What's so wrong with that? It's not hurting you. And it's not his fault that he can't stop thinking about you. It's good that he's getting it all out of his head and onto paper. It's harmless. All he wants is to know more about you. Because he loves you. Ford loves you so much and he knows you belong together. That you are meant to be. He feels it so strongly and knows it so deeply that he can't possibly be wrong.
📖 In fact, he believes this – knows it to be true – so strongly that he drops all pretenses of purely normal, purely platonic feelings for you. Since when has he ever been normal? And why should he care if his feelings for you are abnormal? Why should he care if his feelings are intensely obsessive and all-consuming? And doesn't he deserve this after everything he's been through. Thirty years of utter Hell, fighting for his life, fighting to save his universe. Doesn't he deserve you? Your love, your reverence, your touch. To be comforted and loved unconditionally. It just feels right, like two puzzle pieces slotting together. Everything as it should be. And it feels good, feels right, when he asserts his hypothesis to you – you and he are soulmates. You and he are meant to be. Not just mere lovers, but two souls tied together by fate. And it doesn't matter if you argue otherwise, because you must be too blind to see the truth. But, no matter. Ford knew he was right. Especially about you. And he'd help you understand his perspective, to see the way he did. And when he finally broke through to you, you'd finally reciprocate and love him back. And when has he ever been wrong before?
no need/pressure to respond to this, but with all the intestine stuff that keeps getting posted... along with stuff about ford (drool)... (all really good btw)... and maybe this is too gross/weird in which case DEFINITELY feel free to ignore this,, but i keep thinking about bill keeping you two alive while you pull each other's guts out, and then stuff the other person's guts inside of you... switching intestines... and then being sewn back together, permanently having a part of the other inside you now <3 very good to me. maybe ford is bigger than you so your belly bulges ever so slightly... - zag gore anon
God, that is genuinely so horrifying. I love it!!!
Imagine lying on your back as you recover - well, technically speaking. The scarring only hurts in a way that's sickeningly pleasurable, and Bill has (hopefully) made it so any wrong movements don't cause your Ford's guts to spill out of you.
You try to focus on anything else. The symbols carved along the roof and walls of the Fearamid, the muffled sound of music from the other room where all the Henchmaniacs have gathered to party, the feel of Ford nuzzling against you and pressing soft kisses to your face.
"Isn't this wonderful?" He asks, voice gruff. "I can feel you inside of me. Can you feel me?"
One of his hands brushes against your stomach and you resist the urge to gag building at the back of your throat. Suddenly, it's all you can focus on. The image of you puking out the intrusive organs flashes into your mind. You can't ignore the feeling of squirming and wriggling inside you and whether it's phantom or not doesn't matter because Ford's intestines are inside you, and it's disgusting. It feels like there's something alien nesting inside you, and any sudden movement will cause it to burst out of you. You want to rip your skin off, you want to puke them out or rip the intestines out of you through the scarring. But then again, Bill would probably like that, wouldn't he?
You can at least excuse Ford's behavior. Over thirty years of being on the run through so many different dimensions, only to return home and suddenly having any sense of stability being just as quickly wrenched away from him by the one being who had hurt him most. You want to believe this is Ford giving into the madness and losing himself to it, to the idea that maybe, if he gave in to Bill's whims, it'd be easier. And maybe he's right.
But you're not there, yet. And you pray you never will.
All you can do is manage a nod as your whole body quakes under Ford's touch.
"Awww, if it isn't my two favorite fleshbags," Bill's voice suddenly booms, making you jump. "You two are so cute together! I'm so glad this brought you two even closer together. Say, I was thinking for next time, how does a heart transplant sound?"
Your eyes widen and your teeth clack together. You dare to take a glance at Ford's expression. He meets your gaze, eyes crinkling with excitement behind his glasses as he beams at you with utter joy.
He probably kills anyone who walks in on him playing house tbh. Overly jealous and does not want anyone taking his dolls
(also this triangle is so sad that they will never give him real kisses and teeth for dinner so he's gotta play pretend. Rizzless triangular behavior tbh)
True.... but also consider him taking in whoever tries to rescue you guys...
One day, (has it been days? You can't tell anymore. Bill says he killed time, but you don't know if he's being literal or trying to mess with your head, so who knows?), you wake up to find Bill carrying some squirming shapes over to you and Ford's little 'playhouse' and unceremoniously dumped in front of you.
"I brought presents!"
Stan, Dipper, Mabel...!
You and Ford both rush over to check on them and try to comfort the twins.
"See? I can be a nice guy when I wanna be. So, if you don't want me to involve any of my new toys in any games, I expect you two to be grateful."
