#billcifica

[aquaburst3]

Well since I’m bored now, I’m gonna finally write the one shot I put off for months now!

This takes place in an AU where Bill was born as a human into a rich family, much like Paz’s. Meanwhile, Dipper and Mabel (or Alcor and Mizar, who are shaped like a pine tree and a shooting star respectfully) are the dream demons.

As a side note, I totally did not listen to the Machoism Tango by Tom Leher song a billion times while writing this.

Pacifica took a drink of her punch. Many wealthy folk danced around in the ballroom while others darted around the room, catching up on the latest pointless bit of gossip. The curtains to the room were open, allowing the moon and star light to shine through. Snow slowly fluttered to the ground outside.

Ugh. If only Gremloblin could crash this stupid party, at last that would be an excuse to get out of this and read more of the journal...maybe not the best idea given that the last time that happened her father almost grounded her for the whole summer. It wasn’t until Mizar did something to him that he levitated the punishment, giving her more freedom. 

The pit in her stomach returned.

Alcor.

What was she going to do?  Alcor was sick, slowly loosing strength by the day. Even with Mizar’s help, it seemed all in vain.   Who knew how long he could last...

“May I have dance?” William said, snapping the girl out of her thoughts.

Turning her head around, she saw Bill, who was sporting a black suit with a yellow shirt under it, which popped against the golden-brown of his skin, standing there, hand extended. His black hair was slicked back, instead of being its usual unkept mess.   

“Fine,” Pacifica said.

Pacifica forced a smile onto her features, knowing fully well her parents are watching her right now.

A smirk danced on the boy’s lips as he twirled her around. “I never thought you’d smile like that for me.”

Ugh. The nerve of this bastard!

Pacifica took a deep breath. Punching Bill in the face will solve nothing...as much as she hated it. Though, that would be rather nice right now...

“What do you want, Bill?” Pacifica asked, eyes sharpened.

“Not sure what you mean. You need to be more pacific.”

“Really?”

“What? It is true.”

She rolled her eyes. This is going to be a long night.

 “Where is the second journal? You and Wendy did a spell from it a few days ago. I will know if you are lying.”   

 Pacifica hesitated. Crap, crap, crap! What should she say? She could lie, but-

“Now, where is it?” he whispered into her ear. “Be more pacific.”

“Nowhere far as you know.”

“Sure it is,” Bill said, grip tightening. “I will find it.”

That earn him an eye roll. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“I shall. Now tell me, how is Alcor doing?”

That does it!

Pacifica let go of him, sending Bill hurling into a wall. Everyone’s eyes fixed on her, including her folks. Oh, god!

[faemorrigan]

What i think shippers don’t understand is that its not ‘i dont like ur ships uwu u should stop!11!!’

 its ‘You shipping and creating content for this perpetrates a cycle of abuse called grooming in which the abuser shows abusive fictional couples to justify themselves. You shipping this and drawing this ship threatens my personal safety and the safety of other abuse victims.’ 

Grooming is a very real tactic that affects many victims and helps continue the cycle of abuse: its not ‘just fictional’ the moment an abuser gets their hands on it to show to their victim. its not ‘just fictional’ the moment it affects REAL PEOPLE. THATS why anti blogs exist; to try and prevent the cycle.

[aquaburst3]

Pacifica?

•How I feel about this character: While she started out as a huge jerk, she does change for the better over the course of the season 2. She acts the way she does due her parents treating her like shit. During NWMM, she gains the courage to stand up to them, breaking the chain with Dipper’s help.

•All the people I ship romantically with this character: Dipper/Pacifica and Bill/Pacifica

•My non-romantic OTP for this character: Mabel; girls have to stick together. I also can see her bonding with Stanley in a father/daughter type way with them both having shitty parents and all.

 •My unpopular opinion about this character: Um…I like both Dipcifica and Billcifica?

•One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon. I wish we got more moments with her interacting with the Pines after NWMM. I love that episode and wish her budding bond with the Pines was explored more in the canon, even if it is platonic.

[aquaburst3]

I wrote another genderbender/rev!Falls one shot because...why the hell not? This has slight Billcifica.

Ciphera stared at the male trapped inside of the mirror.

“Well, well, well,” she said, flying up into the air. “You aren't exactly a force to be reckoned with now, huh? Not being able to trap a jinn like a like a level ten ghost my ass. Now then, to get rid of your ass like Atlas said.”

“Are you sure you want to do that, demon?”

“Let me see,” she said, voice laced with sarcasm. “Sounds about right.”  

She flexed her fingers. Now to get rid of this jinn.

“Of course, Renenutet,” the spirit said.

 “What?” she said, caught off guard.

“You heard me, my dear. You have many patches in your memory due to that Ford fellow trapping you in the Mindscape.”

“How do you know that?” she pressed, eye hardened.

“You claim to know lots of things, but yet you don’t recognise a face from your past?”

“Best you got?”

“Well, look at this, my dear.  You were once human, right?”

In the reflection, instead of her triangular glory, there sat a slender woman around Atlas’ age with golden-brown skin, carnelian brown eyes and black locks that ended at her shoulders.  She sported a white senti and a red piece of cloth covering her breasts  with a kopesh at her side.    

She touched the glass. Something inside of her told her this was her true face. 

A slight smirk came on her red lips. She didn’t look half bad -- dare she say, rather hot.    She could easily knock Atlas dead looking like this. Gods know she couldn’t do that like this, unless she was in the Mindscape.

“I know all about your past; I was there.” 

She felt a familiar sense about this man. Did she know him from the past? 

Something stirred in her mind. She remembered raiding some sort of palace, getting a strange scroll, being in a group...?   Maybe he’s onto something...

No, of course not. Even though she had gaps in her memory, she would know something like that.  This must be some sort of trick.

Ciphera snorted. “Best you got? You can just rot in the jaws of Ammit for all I care.”

“Something wrong, Bells?” Atlas said from behind her.

The triangle spun around, looking at the blond male.

“No, of course not,” she said, laughing awkwardly and playing with the end of her cane.

“Bells?” he said, eyes hardened.

“All right, fine! The Man in the Mirror is just blabbering on about unimportant shit and I had to stare at his ugly mug. Nothing major.”   

“I’m right here you know!” the spirit hollered.

She shot her eye back on the mirror. “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna finish getting rid of you.”

“Is that it?”

“Yes,” she lied.

Ciphera pointed her finger at the mirror, sending a blue blast at the being.     Her eye briefly turned into a mouth, blowing out her finger as if it was a gun. Her eye went back to normal, shifting it towards him.

“See?”

Atlas paused for a moment. “Alright, then. Let’s get outta here.”

“Sure thing,” she said.

Ciphera shifted her eye back the shattered glass. Though, maybe he was a key to finding out about her past. Well, no turning back now. There will be other ways.

 Ripping her eye away, she followed her friend out of the cavern.

[aquaburst3]

Since I’m kind of bored now, I want to try something a tad different, I want to try a genderbent Reverse Falls one shot.    So this is an AU of an AU...? This should be fun! 

This is inspired by a scene from What Pride Has Brought by Shadowcalnwarrior on FF.net, but I tried to make it my own thing. I highly recommend it since it’s very good.

As a side note, everyone is aged up by a couple years so Atlas is 16 and Grace is 13. Also, I added Billcifica because, why the hell not?

“This seems a bad idea,” Grace said, heart racing as her brother flipped through the second journal.   “You want to summon a demon, Atlas. A demon!”

“Come on,” Atlas said, looking at his sister once more. “We faced off against a lot of things in the past. We have to defend ourselves with something top those twins, and this seems like our best bet.”

“I guess. Though, what if this backfires? Or they try to kill us in bizarre ways?”

“The journal said the spirit was friendly. Besides, I will protect you if they get outta line.”

“Bet you know a lot of ways to protect yourself from Doritos.”

“You know it,” the older sibling boasted playfully, poking his sister in the shoulder.

Hands shaking, Grace stared down at the journal. This is it. No turning back.

Atlas grabbed his sister’s hand. “It will be fine. I promise.”

Grace nodded, small smile on her features. “Okay.”

“Tri...angulum, entangulum,” the two chanted.  “Meteforis dominus ventium. Meteforis venetisarium!”

The colour slowly drained from the room, feeling the two feel like they were in a dream.  Moments later, a blue triangle, which was wearing a top hat  and a cane, floated up above their heads. The pyramid’s eye slowly opened, flying higher up into the air.

“Stay back you fucking bastard!” triangle said, hands balled into fists and in a protective stance. “I won’t let you destroy this dimension!”

The two flinched back. Atlas put his arm in front of her sister, narrowing his eyes at the demon. Atlas didn’t take these things to heart, but he tried to think of any way to calm the thing down.

“You two are not him. You aren’t anything like that bastard. Atlas is a lot more handsome then him by a long shot,” the demon said, winking at him.   “Oh right, I have only one eye, so you can’t tell I’m winking.”

Atlas blinked. What on earth was this thing blabbering on about? Why does it have the hots for him?

“You two are Grace and Atlas Gleeful,” the demon said, floating around the siblings.   “Well, Atlas was originally, Northwest. But I won’t talk about it anymore, rough time and all.”

Atlas stiffened at the mention of this original family name. He took a deep breath. He had to stay calm. He doubt the demon meant any harm by that remark. Getting angry right now would solve nothing; if anything, it will only make things worse.

“How do you know our names?” Atlas asked.

“I know lots of things,” the demon said.   “Like you thought eating Doritos would turn you invisible when you were little.”

Grace snickered at the remark while a blush came onto her brother’s cheeks.

“I know lots more things, especially about Gravity Falls. I’m a dream demon and all.”

“Sir,” Atlas began, trying his hardest to be polite in order to not set the demon off. “What’s your name?”

“Sir?  I’m a girl,” the spirit said, jabbing Atlas with his cane.  “Thank you very much.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re forgiven.”

“Though, what’s your name?” 

“I don’t know.”

Atlas arched a brow at this. “You claim to know the secrets of the universe, but don’t know your own name?”

“Hey, I know lots of things still!” she insisted, arms crossed. “Don’t underestimate me. I know so much I forget things and information blends together.”

Atlas nodded. That made sense.

“Do you have any ideas for a name?” Grace asked.

“Hm, not sure. I had one, but I don’t remember it.”   A bunch of images flashed in front of her eye, but they went by so fast that neither one of them could make any of them out. “Nothing, I’m afraid.”

“Hm...” Atlas said, trying to come up with a name for the spirit.

“How about Ciphera?” Grace suggested. Both of their sets of eyes flew towards her. “You look a lot like the Illuminati symbol and ciphers deal a lot with groups like that.    Ciphera sounds like a more feminine version of that.”

The triangle nodded, brightening up.

“I love it!” Ciphera flew down, hugging the side of the girl’s head.  “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” Grace said with a forced smile, flinching back at the contact.

“So,” Atlas said. “Do you know anything about the Pines Twins?”

“A bit, but not a lot. I do know this -- that family is dangerous. Never underestimate those bastards.”

The triangle turned a darker shade of blue, playing around with the end of her cane.   Did the Pines somehow hurt Ciphera in the past? It wouldn’t surprise him after everything those bastards did.

“I will gladly help you two out!” Ciphera exclaimed, turning back to her original shade of blue. “That’s why you two summoned me. I know you two want to figure out more about this place; after fighting off many supernatural foes can do that to a guy. Atlas, you want to find out more about your family history here.”

Ciphera takes being bipolar to a whole new level, flipping back and forth between being calm and being angry.  He can tell Cipher was very powerful and knew a fair bit. Something must’ve happened to her in the past to let these memories go, that’s for sure.

“Anyways,” Ciphera said, twirling her cane around. “I have to go now. I will be watching you two tonight and see you two in the morning.”

With the that, the colour came back into the room and the demon vanished.

[aquaburst3]

In fanfics, do you prefer interactions between canon Dipper and Pacifca more, or interactions between their reverse falls selves? Because there seems to be a big difference in how people write them despite it being the same pairing.

Hm…it really all depends. I like both for different reasons.

 For Dipcifica in the canon, to keep things brief, is because I think they share a lot of chemistry and I can see them being friends before falling for each other.

 As for their reverse selves, that’s much harder to say since it really depends on how they are written in the fic, especially Paz. Everyone has a different take on this AU. With Paz, I tend to like her most when she is more like how you, proseandsong, rederthere or brettanomycroft  where she is interested in the journals along with Gideon and is more “Dipper like”. I find I write her where they are rivals at first before he stops being a jackass, kind of like prideshipping in the YGO fandom in some ways.

 If they have some good interactions and banter in general that grabs me, then I will ship it. If they don’t have much of a romantic connection, then I will ship something else in the fic more.  A good example is Pacifica/Bill in What Pride Has Brought by Shadowclanwarrior (by the way, I highly recommend this one; it’s very good). That is not to say that the interaction between Dippy and Paz is not well written, but they just are rivals more while Bill and Paz…well, you will just have to read it and see. ;)

Like with any pairing, it just depends on what I’m in the mood for. When I want something based more on the canon, I’ll read a canon one.   When I want to see something explore them having a different dynamic, I read or write a reverse falls fic.