CEO OF WILLFORD English is not my first language. Hola a quien sea que hable español! made this blog to post Willford art|CHECK PINNED POST FOR CWS|@salmon_vive_fan on twitter
Even if this based in reverse falls, I've seen my interpretation is different from what fandom usually expect for it, that's why Im not sure how accurate is using that tag but we have our lord Will cipher so I'm using it.
First of all, don't expect a exploration of the "gleeful" family in this blog at all, but if you want a sad triangle with god powers and his morally cuestionable scientist, this is the blog for you.
All my art including doodles as answers for the questions are in the willfordAU tag!
Now my comics are in the: salmoncomics Tag!
My twitter: Salmon_vive_fan
SOME NOTES:
-I didn't wanted to put any spoiler, but i started publishing Willford fluff, therefore there could be some misunderstandings, if you expect a completely wholesome ending, this is not the blog. Sorry! I still will post silly things of the ask i get between the drama, i don't like to do everything tragic just like you already saw. the tone i have now in my post is the tone i want to keep.
-If you come to my ask box or wathever accusing me or something of enabling bad behaviours, you are not getting an answer.
-No DNI, but in case things get too heavy in the AU the DNI could change to exclude minors
-CW for toxic relationships, I'm still not sure how to use them so if someone knows please tell me.
So, in 2024, I was scrolling homestuck twitter when something strange caught my eye—Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls and… I forget who the other guy was, having extremely hot sex. I watched gravity falls casually when it aired, but hadn’t thought about it since. The fanart, however, hit on a lot of my… proclivities, shall we say.
“Fanart of the brilliant Stagnant Abnegation,” the caption said (or something along those lines), followed by a link to ao3.
It was already 2am, I wasn’t going to sleep any time soon, so I clicked the link and read it.
Buddy, when I say my entire neurochemistry was rewired in that moment, I mean it.
I joined the fic’s discord server, and everyone in there was talking about Billford and something called the Book of Bill, whatever that was. I had planned to lurk and just get notified when the final chapter dropped, maybe pick up some other fic recommendations in the meantime.
But instead, I hung out in the nsfw channel, and I put my ability to type 105 WPM to use. I’d ask for a prompt, people would throw out a few keywords, I’d throw back smut. Rinse, repeat, at all hours, for weeks. It was exhilarating, and I wrote ANYTHING so long as it was Billford. (I also rewatched the show and read TBob and journal 3).
Some drama I don’t understand happened and that discord server was deleted and StAb was made anonymous, but not before I got two prompts: @salmon-vive wanted Ford to fuck the bill statue and have Bill return partway through, and Hen (can’t remember your tumblr, I’m sorry!) wanted Ford to pamper a traumatized Bill.
I could have treated them like separate prompts, but for some reason I was sure I could combine them. I had this vision of Ford fucking himself on the statue, and then right as he was about to cum, he’d say something ill advised that would make a deal activate, and Bill would return—only, instead of his usual self, he was skittish and afraid, ripe for some hurt/comfort indulgence.
I started writing, only what came out was… not that. The original draft is gone with the StAb server, but what I wrote in that filthy nsfw channel was shockingly tender and not erotic at all. I wrote several little vignettes, some of which I still plan on incorporating in When I’m 64. These horny freaks kept asking for ‘catatonic bill’ (or Sweater Bill as he came to be known) and I kept providing.
In the vignettes, Ford just… keeps Bill with him. Takes him star gazing, takes him Christmas shopping. Sometimes something happens—Bill holds onto Ford, or looks at the lights with intent—but mostly he’s completely dissociated mentally and physically disabled.
In the last one I wrote, Bill has a moment of lucidity, and asks why he could only be loved after he was broken, and everything that made him ‘Bill’ was gone.
It was writing that scene that convinced me to write When I’m 64.
At the time, redemption fics were at their height, and I haaaaated them. I was so against redemption, that my very first fic was writing an AU version of StAb because I didn’t like that Bill compromised with Ford and agreed to leave Earth alone; like, I was pretty extreme about this preference.
I wanted to write a story that hit all the same beats redemption fics had—axolotl dumps bill at the shack, everyone has to come to terms with it and accept that Bill isn’t a threat anymore, ford still has feelings for him, etc—but with the rug pulled out, so to speak.
I won’t spoil my plans for When I’m 64, but there’s a reason another name for it is “Build-A-Bill.”
I kiss every Billford fic author in the world. And I hold their hands and say. Pls don’t let ford call Bill a demon pre-betrayal.
I know it’s confusing to write someone who is ignorant of a fact you know, but consider this:
Bill isn’t a demon. Or, he’s a much a demon as he is a god.
Longer than anticipated rambling below the cut
Why do we feel it’s ‘correct’ to call Bill a demon but ‘incorrect’ to call him a god? I argue almost entirely because of Christian influence.
In basically every other religion or spirituality in the world, gods are neither perfectly benevolent nor all powerful. In most non-Christian traditions, Bill—a being of knowledge, whimsy, destruction, and creation, a jealous and fallible being of malevolence and selfishness—actually perfectly describes a god.
A demon is just what a Christian calls a god they don’t worship. If ford is worshipping bill, he’s a god. If bill has fallen from grace in ford’s eyes, he’s a demon. Bill being a demon or a god has entirely to do with Ford’s perspective and characterization and nothing to do with Bill’s species or categorization.
I know it’s usually an accident, you know bill is a nightmare demon, and so in your narration that sometimes slips out. I’m pretty sure I’ve done it, too! But perhaps a change in perspective might assist.
Bill is not a demon pretending to be a god. He IS a god—he is ford’s god. At most, he’s pretending to be a muse—though I would argue he is also not pretending to be a muse, as he actually is ford’s source of inspiration and qualifies as a real, genuine muse as much as a real, genuine god.
Gods and muses from non-Christian traditions usually have their own purposes and are often manipulating mortals for their own selfish gain! Bill is a god. He is a muse. Don’t let your knowledge of his malevolence change that; let it fuel and ADD to his divinity!
Divinity=/=goodness
Holiness=/=righteousness
Godliness=/=infallible
Bill is divine, holy, and godly to Ford pre-betrayal. His fall to demonhood is something that happens in real time, in Ford’s eyes—it is not something that happened a long time ago that he was hiding!
The revelation of bills intentions changes bill from god to demon in ford’s mind.
And while I’ve been talking about this from ford’s perspective, and this was meant to be like 2 sentences, the adderall is kicking in so I guess I’ll keep going
So many times I see Bill characterized as knowing he’s lying about being a god or a muse. Why? He IS a god! As delusional as ford is, we know bill is even MORE delusional. You really think he was self aware about manipulating ford? You think he really thought he was PRETENDING to be a god?
No way! Bill was a god, a muse of knowledge, and he knew it!
Bill really really was a being of infinite knowledge, experience, and power who wanted to remake the world in his image and that reality really was great and terrible in the godly, biblical sense. It really is beyond human comprehension. It really did drive ford insane to have even a peak at the real plan! Bill really was protecting ford from knowledge he couldn’t understand!
Let this seep into your writing. Let yourself be swayed by the illusion. Because reality is an illusion! And bill controls the illusion, which means he controls reality, which makes him what?
God.
Until you want to wake up from the illusion. And then the one trapping you there is not a god, but a demon. A demon of nightmares.
"A demon is just what a Christian calls a god they don’t worship. If ford is worshipping bill, he’s a god. If bill has fallen from grace in ford’s eyes, he’s a demon." is a very interesting way to put it, loved this phrase in specific.
Also, great advice, pining this in my brain because i think i, as the reader who sees Bill actions as evil and manipulative with a christian influence forget this in a narration when, in the bible depending on whether you were in the boat with the animals or dying in the flood, what had just happened was a work of God or not. This black-and-white thinking is very interesting, especially considering it in relation to Ford.
I heard this song and had to make my own version with Ford. Plus I wanted to try and push my art a little bit.
Please Enjoy! FLASH WARNING!!
Anyways plz support the original creator and cover of the song!
This is a headcanon I see quite frequently, yet it kind of perplexes me as someone from the Deep South. I say this out of genuine curiosity but, why is it so common for people to perceive Fiddleford as having been raised as or being a practicing Catholic? I don’t doubt him being raised deeply Christian, but Catholic? In rural, midcentury Appalachia? Highly doubtful. That man was almost definitely raised some flavor of Protestant. If someone could explain why this is such a popular perception of him in the fandom I’d love to know.
I think ‘Catholic’ is shorthand for ‘very religious’ to some people. I made a point in my fic to make him Baptist, he even stopped going to church when he moved to gravity falls because the only church nearby was a Catholic one, and to him that felt worse than not going to church at all 😂😂only people who have lived in the south understand the differences in Christian sects…
Might write Mormon Fiddleford one day just to fuck around
