#twogolddemons

[foronceimactuallyinnocent]

two-gold-demons replied to your post “((what if the reason that stan is so over the top and generally...”

-softly- Dont

((its too late i did))

[foronceimactuallyinnocent]

two-gold-demons

Stanford Pines was no lightweight, but it has been a very long time since he’s drank this much. He also did not have a clue what possessed him to drink with Bill Cipher of all people, but right now he wasn’t really complaining.

Well, he was complaining because his hand hurt for reasons he couldn’t remember right now, but that was besides the point. “Why the hell are ya even still here, dontcha got somewhere to be, people to screw over?” He mumbled as he put his hand on Bill’s face for no other reason then to get his attention.

[foronceimactuallyinnocent]

two-gold-demons replied to your post:((NOBODY TOLD ME THAT FALLOUT 4 WAS CONFIRMED))

((I ONLY FOUND OUT TODAY MAN BUT IM SUPER EXCITED. ARE YOU

((I AM SO GOD DAMN EXCITED LIKE YOU WON’T EVEN BELIEVE))

[foronceimactuallyinnocent]

slurred words

“God, what an asshole. I don’t know how my brother got fooled by him because he’s literally a dick all the time. Also there’s still a fuckin’ bite mark in my arm, like who the fuck does that??” Stan slammed his glass down on the bar, sloshing it everywhere.

“It’s funny when he gets annoyed though, he gets all red and tries to look intimidatin’, but he has like a weird baby face so it falls short. Don’t tell him I said that though because he’s probably going to change how he looks or some crazy shit like that.”

[dontcallmelittledipper]

♡

For every "♡" I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

Dipper likes little things- light (teasing) touches are probably the best way to go on that, but if you’re a gift giving type, smaller things. 

[foronceimactuallyinnocent]

Kiss or Slap me ((im honestly so sorry))

My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.

My character will slap yours. In anger. specify.

Why couldn’t Bill just leave him alone? Honestly, this was getting out of hand. He’s been following him around for over a week and Stan was about this close to punching him again with how frustrated he was.

So when Bill appeared, grinning at him, Stan pushed him to the side. “I’ve got stuff I gotta do, that’s not being bothered by you.” Bill shot him a hurt look, but he knew better then to fall for it.

“Stanford, I’m hurt! I just wanted to spend time with my favorite Pines.” Bill followed him into the Shack, leaning on the counter as Stan walked around it. He was trying to put something between them, but he quickly realized that it would not help.

Stan leaned closer to Bill, putting his finger out to jab him in the chest. “Listen here, Cipher, if you don’t leave in five minutes I’m gonna-” He was rudely cut off by Bill taking his hand and pulling him forward.

It caught him by surprise, which is why he did nothing to stop himself from falling forward. Bill took the opportunity to capture his lips in a kiss.

Stan froze immediately, not sure what in God’s name was happening. It took a few moments for his brain to catch up, but in the end he decided on two things: Bill Cipher was kissing him, and he was going to kill him.

This whole time he had not moved an inch, but Bill seemed to be enjoying himself. Smug bastard always did when it was at his expense.

Luckily, his hold on Stan’s hand had loosened, making it easy for Stan to pull it back and push Bill away.

There was a silence where Stan, admittedly a little red faced, and Bill were just staring at each other. The demon was smirking, licking his lips as he waited for the old man’s reaction.

Stan brought his hand back and slapped Bill.

Okay, this wasn’t quite as thought out as he had hoped it would be, but it was the first thing he thought of.

Stan ran his tongue over his lips, grimacing when he tasted blood. The bastard’s teeth must have nicked him.

“What the fuck was that?”

[foronceimactuallyinnocent]

Value Me and Kill Me

I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Stan didn’t know what to do. His brother was gone, and there was just one person that he could blame. “Bill Cipher, where are ya?” He yelled at the air, hoping that he would come. At leas to gloat, because whatever he had done made Stanley leave.

He must have succeeded in whatever he was doing.

Just like he thought, there was a flash of light and he fell in front of him. “Screaming at me isn’t going to do you any good, Stanford.”

The boxer didn’t even dignify the demon with an answer, taking to just punching him in the face. Bill fell backwards, but managed to catch himself on the wall behind him. “Well, we’re a little feisty today aren’t we?”

“My brother is gone because of you! You piece of shit!” Stanford didn’t try and hit him again, but his hand was closing in on the kitchen knife that was on the table behind him without even realizing it. “You tricked him! You tricked us and now he’s gone, Fiddleford is scared out of his mind.”

Bill was just smirking, moving his jaw with his hand to make sure that it wasn’t broken. Stanford had a hell of a hit when he was angry, apparently. “You act like those are all bad things. Just because Six Fingers was as dumb as a doorknob doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me.”

Stanford raised his fist for another punch, instead he ended up jabbing the knife into his chest. They stayed there for a few moments, Bill with a large smirk on his face and Stanford inches away from him, with the knife sticking out of the demon’s chest.

The boxer took a step back, taking the knife with him and watched as the body slumped to the floor.

He couldn’t find a fiber in him that was distraught about killing the bastard.

[dontcallmelittledipper]

two-gold-demons

#((YEa dude we should totally write#forgive me though i am unmotivated and lazy))#Meme

aaaaaaah /// I FEEL THAT THOUGH just whenever you’re up for it I guess? Hahaha;