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Shota bill cipher <3
some of you need to re-learn the word "selfish" and stop calling everyone a fucking narcissist
tfc x alien stage!
apologies for the inconsistencies! I drew the pierrot one fully awake and the harle one at midnight ... so that's pretty self explanatory jfhdjfj
note : the characters I replaced them with in the original pic doesn't really matter.. I only chose what I think fits them best so please don't take this too seriously ^_^ feel free to interpret it as whatever
(edit: I FORGOT HARLE'S FACE MARKINGS LMAO)
It was a warmup but i got carried away, I thin they would be good friends
he helps me sleep <3
classy and ignorant
(╬`益´) bill, the egotistical and smug triangle, irritated you beyond belief. you could barely focus on anything but how much you hated him whenever he was in the room. you needed to find a way to let out all the tension and anger inside of you... and the first idea to come to mind wasn't exactly holy.
this post contains the following: hate-sex (on readers end... bill is on smth else entirely LOL), a bit of degradation, sub!bill cipher, dom! reader, bottom!bill cipher, top! reader, GN! reader, triangle!bill cipher, tentacle hair!reader (or maybe just ability of some sort????), tentacle sex
You were confused on how it got to this point, but hey-- it did! Bill's whine cut you out of your trance.
"F-Fuck, go-- go faster," he panted, grinding his hips down on your tentacle, tears slipping out his eye. "Please, please, please, please, I need you deeper--"
You weren't even sure where exactly your tentacle was going inside of him-- you've never seen a hole between his legs before-- just another section of yellow triangle. But now it felt wet and mushy, and your tentacle was entering him somewhere-- he moaned again, trembling as you hit something deep inside of him.
"You like that? Hm?" you chuckled, making his legs tremble harder when your thrusts were more harsh. "Look at you-- such a fuckin' mess..."
He nodded rapidly, hands reaching out to grasp onto your shoulders. "Yes, yes, yes'm-- just for you-- ffaster!"
Your fingers scratched against his yellow bricks and he moaned. Moaned.
Maybe you should've done this sooner.
Previously, you were at your wits end.
Despite your past with Bill, the whole saving you from your home-planet that prosecuted against you on the daily and being your 'friend' (you could only recognize the falseness of that title you held him to a few million years later. He saw you more as a follower, devoted minion, but never a friend), you felt a deep hatred for him.
Was it jealousy? Envy? You weren't sure. His power was... desirable, to say the least, but it wasn't something on your mind often.
No... it was more like the way he held himself pissed you off. The way he was so confident-- yelled his orders and threw little tantrums whenever he didn't get exactly what he wanted when he wanted, the way everybody sucked up to him like it was their purpose in life. And maybe it was. But you? Never.
Bill seemed to notice the way you glared at him-- the guy could go into minds, for fucks sake-- so you expected him to be aware of your opinion on him at some point. Maybe he'd kill you, make an example of you. Tear your molecules apart and spread them across the galaxy. Whatever it was, you told yourself you didn't care.
Yet, Bill never did any of those things. Instead, his bossiness towards you seemed to increase, along with the satisfied, smug and annoying way his eye creased. You could tell he enjoyed doing this.
"Go kill that person over there. Why? Because I said so, obviously!" or "Sorry toots', but I didn't ask for your input on the plan,". Anything to incite giggles or hidden smirks from the rest of the Henchmaniacs. He was so... so...
The axe in your hand broke in half, the sharp end landing just a few centimeters away from 8 Ball's foot, who let out a frightened yelp and backed away, staring at you uneasily. You were glaring silently at a random wall.
Infuriating, you finished your thought with, closing your eyes as you tried to calm down.
It was then at that moment where you decided you needed to teach Bill a lesson.
Which leads you back to now, tentacle filling up Bill entirely, his eye wide and dazed as he took everything you gave him.
He was bratty at the start, but it was easier than expected to fuck those sly remarks out of him and replace them with desperate pleas and moans.
Pathetic, really.
Bill tried to keep up with your wild and erratic thrusts, bouncing back as much as he could but seeming frustrated because he knew you could go deeper, but you weren't.
He cried out angrily, fingers reaching out and scratching deep into your flesh, blood erupting immediately from the wound. You grunted in surprise, pushing him roughly down against his desk, causing your tentacle to go deeper-- oh-- Bill choked, legs spreading wider, mindless as that spot inside of him was hit repeatedly.
""Go fffaster, damn-- God, I love you," he sobbed, small pitch black legs curling uselessly in the air, his one eye shutting closed. His moans felt like screeches in your ear, and God, it was satisfying to see him fall apart.
The love part was a little over the top, though. You decided not to think about it.
In and out your tentacle went, and Bill trembled with every thrust. The volume of his voice seemed to increase the harder you went. Unbelievably amusing-- almost addicting with how much you liked it.
To him, each movement felt like heaven. He was never one to believe such falsehoods existed, but whatever you were doing. Well. It made him question that belief.
No time to think about that now. He's already cummed twice-- another one was building fast. He saw white slick on your tentacle as it thrusted out and back in, the kind you only see in bad pornos. He just keened, revelling in the pure lust and attention he was receiving from you. He wasn't oblivious to how hard you were staring at him.
Is this what love is like?, he thought. Yes. Yes, it is.
In your point of view, he seemed almost insignificant to you, now. Couldn't remember why you were so upset over some pitiful triangle. Your tentacle slowed to a stop after a few minutes, satisfied with how it all went. Bill flopped down to the floor with a yelp, whining in complaint when you didn't even attempt to catch him.
Grabbing a handkerchief from your pocket, you wiped down your poor dirty tentacle and threw it to the side, uncaring of where it landed as you turnt around, leaving without a word.
Bill watched you leave wordlessly, a small red flush under his eye (where his cheeks would be-- if he had cheeks, that is) as he realized you made him cum three times in a span of a few minutes-- he never even thought of your tentacles being used in such a way... but maybe he still had a bit more to learn, even as an all-knowing man.
Fuck. He liked you.
(a/n): this is pure smut cause i don't like writing plot 😬 sorry for any grammar mistakes or misspelling cause i write everything in one go lol, also the cheeks part made me unfortunately giggle bc if taken in the wrong context it sounds like i'm debating wether or not bill has a fat ass 😭😭.
three posts in two days who else cheered???!!!
fan animatic for Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part by @selfless-solipsist 3 days of life burning is worth it funny that this triangle motivates me to learn how to animate in CSP in 2 days, as I swore to learn it like, months ago and never did anything anyway I haven't done with this yet, but my computer started to lag already even if this isn't even 1min, so I have to start a new file for the latter part which is going to include a lot of following-up and transforming I wanna try oh boy anyway anyway, thanks to our excellent writer here who boomed me into triangle fixation 💛
👁️⃤ 𝖡𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌
Relationship(s): Bill Cipher + Too kind!GN!Reader
Format: Headcanons.
Genre: Angst. Sm angst. Slight fluff if you squint.
Warnings: You might say “BUT BILL’S AROACE”.. He canonically doesn't know his gender or sexual orientation, NOTHINGS CONFIRMED ON THAT END, Aroace people can still date and have the devils tango (Ik most don’t but- look at Bill’s relationship with Ford), Twisted Bill, Could be perceived as Yandere ig? Manipulation, corruption, intimidation, threats, stalking, attempted possession,
A/N: i’m normal. Meant to post this months ago but, yk :pp
͙͘͡★ i asked the stars about you
tags: sfw, Bill x reader, Bill is an asshole but he cares in his own way, existential crisis?, eh i tried to portray it like romantic tension but i failed, hurt/comfort but i failed it too lmao
a/n: why does writing Bill always unlock the part of my brain that wants to write biblical nonsense. this was meant to be like a paragraph, mb two. and now it’s this mess that ive been writing for a damn week and i still don’t like it cuz Bill here feels kind of wrong and ooc. but hey!!! fanfiction is a lawless land where we make the rules :) sorry to any Bill lovers out there tho, pls don’t kill me for bad characterisation
night in gravity falls was so warm and unusually silent, you knew that only happens in august, when the town is still too sleepily. summer is already fading, but the air still holds sweet memories in it, dust from the asphalt, warm sap from pine needles, the soft haze of moonlight across your forehead.
Bakusquad x Neurodivergent!Reader headcanons
where your brain works differently, but to them? That’s one more reason to love you.
Katsuki Bakugo
May not always say the right thing, but he’s a king of action.
Memorizes your needs like battle intel: quiet spaces, texture preferences, stimming habits—he sees it all.
“You don’t need to explain anything. I get it.”
Won’t tolerate anyone teasing you for your differences. If someone even looks judgmental, he’s in their face.
Will offer his hoodie or his palm for you to fidget with when you're overwhelmed. Doesn’t even make it a big deal.
Grumbles a lot, but listens when you infodump. “Wait—go back. What’s that part again?”
Eijiro Kirishima
Ultimate emotional translator. If you freeze or can’t word something, Kiri patiently waits or helps you out.
Thinks your special interests are the coolest thing ever and asks questions genuinely.
“That's manly as hell! No one else sees the world like you!”
Squeezes your hand when you need grounding, lets you stim with his rings or bracelets.
Will proudly explain to anyone that “they’re not being weird—they’re being THEM.”
Denki Kaminari
ADHD king who probably relates to half your struggles, even if he doesn’t always have the words.
You two accidentally hyperfocus together and forget to eat or sleep.
Makes “brain go brrr” jokes to normalize everything and absolutely makes up stim dances with you.
“Hey, if anyone ever calls you ‘too much,’ just tell ‘em I said to shut the hell up.”
Wears noise-canceling headphones when you do—says you’re his “matchy-matchy buddy.”
Mina Ashido
Biggest hype machine for your quirks. If you stim? She joins in. If you info-rant? She takes notes.
“Wait wait—show me again! You’re so smart it’s criminal.”
Helps you prepare for sensory-heavy events. Carries fidget toys and calming oils in her bag for you.
Sticks by your side in crowds, talks to you in code when you need to exit a convo or take a break.
“Anyone who makes fun of you is gonna catch these alien hands, I swear.”
Hanta Sero
Super observant. Notices when you’re overwhelmed even if you haven’t said a word.
Offers calm energy, a safe corner, or just quiet company. “You want to chill? I’ll hang back with you.”
Uses tape to make quiet mazes or patterns for you to run your fingers over.
Thinks it’s cool how your brain works differently. Actually means it.
Tells people, “They’re not awkward, they’re awesome. Try being that honest with the world and see how you do.”
The Squad as a Whole
They NEVER let you feel like a burden.
They hype you up, protect your boundaries, and never make you mask around them.
Whether you need silence, stim time, or a meltdown nap, they get it.
They love you as you are. Not despite how your brain works—because of it.
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OMG I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH!!!
I wanna hold your Bill in the palm of my hands
I was trying to draw him in Ford's hands but then this idea came to mind
Drag Ford, please? The Drag bros? 🙏🥺
Ask and you shall receive~ (ft. Bill cipher :3)
Karaoke night~
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They got tired of the drama and eloped... together...
what's your point, man
Ruined || Riddle Rosehearts
In which he slowly realizes that he'll never be able to look at anyone else, he's been ruined for everyone else but you.
Riddle’s hand trembled slightly as he lingered over the pastry display, his eyes darting between options. The thought of indulging felt reckless, wasteful even, but the ache of exhaustion gnawed at him.
You stepped beside him, your presence a quiet anchor. Without hesitation, you gestured to the strawberry tart.
“That one,” you told the waiter, your voice steady. “He’ll have that.”
Riddle blinked, startled. “But I—I didn’t even—”
“You didn’t have to say anything,” you replied gently, turning to him with a small, knowing smile. “You’ve had a long week. This will help.”
When the tart arrived, he stared at it like it was some foreign object. Slowly, he took a bite. The sweetness hit his tongue, and his chest constricted—not from the sugar but from the overwhelming realization: you knew.
You had seen his fatigue, his silent need for comfort, and you didn’t push or pry. You just… provided.
He couldn’t meet your eyes after that, afraid they might betray the way his heart ached—aching because no one else had ever seen him like you did.
Princess Treatment - LADS HCs
Premise: You spoil him rotten, giving him the true princess treatment whenever he least expects it. Based on this request. Pairing: reader x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus (Seperate) Note: Reader and the men are in a relationship. This is pure fluff and I wrote these as headcanons on how the MC would spoil the lads men.
XAVIER
Tying His Shoelaces: Xavier, perpetually lost in thought or too sleepy to notice, never realizes his shoelaces have come undone. You’ve taken it upon yourself to stop him mid-step, kneeling down without hesitation to tie them up for him. "Y-you don’t have to do that,” he murmurs, his ears tinged red as other hunters in the UNICORNS squad snicker or raise eyebrows. Despite his protests, he secretly loves the care and attention you give him. Sometimes, he’ll glance down at his laces before heading out, secretly hoping you’ll stop him again.
The Crumb Crisis: You’ve come to notice that Xavier is always getting crumbs on his face—whether it’s from a snack he didn’t realize he’d left out or a meal he’s rushed through. You’ve made it a habit to carry a handkerchief with you, and whenever you see those crumbs stuck to his cheek, you gently take the cloth and wipe them off. He’s always caught off guard, sometimes even stammering, "I'm fine, really!" but the quiet appreciation in his eyes is unmistakable.
Homecooked Comfort: After grueling missions, Xavier is too drained to do much beyond collapsing on his couch. And given his well-documented kitchen disasters—he once managed to burn soup—you’ve made it a point to spoil him with hearty, homecooked meals. From comforting stews to his favorite snacks, you make sure he’s well-fed and taken care of. The first time you did it, his sleepy eyes widened in surprise. “You… made this for me?” “Of course. You deserve it.” He savors every bite, and though he’s not great with words, the way he quietly finishes everything on his plate is thanks enough.
Fuck the machines: Claw machines are Xavier’s mortal enemy. You’ve watched him struggle time and again, his focus no match for the slippery claws, even when he uses his Evol. So, you’ve taken over as his claw machine champion. "Which one do you want this time?” you ask, cracking your knuckles as he hesitates before shyly pointing to a particularly adorable plush. You win it with ease, handing it to him with a triumphant grin. “For you, Your Highness.” He laughs softly, his rare smile lighting up his face. “You’re too good at this.”
Bedhead Boy: Xavier’s perpetually messy bedhead is endearing, but sometimes it’s just too much for you to resist smoothing down. With a quiet hum, you gently comb your fingers through his hair, fixing it without a second thought. “Hey…” he starts to protest, but he always lets you finish, his ears pink as you pat his head affectionately.