#daughter of bill cipher

[dragovid-davidas-thespmnerd]

To Cipher Family: What do you think of Halloween or Summerween?

Demonique Cipher: The best part of Halloween gotta be trick or threating. I've never done it in years, so when Dipper and Mabel asked me to join them this Summerween I was compelled. Of course, I knew what I would dress up as. A VAMPIRE!! *nervously chuckles* You know, the one that sucks blood. *nervouslu laughs again*

(Nobody else is laughing)

Mabel: A vampire? Hmmm... if you were a boy you'd be my type.

Dipper: You're lucky you're not a boy, Sophie.

Mabel: It's unfortunate that your brother is too young for me. He'd make for a cute boyfriend.

Demonique: What's it with you and boys? Oh, that reminds me, this summerween my brother dressed up as... our father: Bill.

Dipper: Isn't he always dressed up like that?

Mabel: No, he's not. Sometimes he dresses up like Queen of Hearts of Wonderland.

Dipper: Wait, really? I thought he wears the same outfit everyday.

Mabel: Unlike you Devon washes his clothes once in a while.

Demonique: Yeah, that's when he usually dresses up like his mom.

Dipper: Wait, his mom? But Queen of Hearts can't be his mother. She's just a character from fairytales.

Demonique: Fairytales are just as real as Gravity Falls is. I know. I've visited there. I think my brother has a crush on Alice, even thought she's supposedly his mom's arch-nemesis.

Mabel: REALLY?!

Dipper: He is? I thought Devon is too attached to his parents to do anything that would disobey them.

Mabel: Dipper, just because he's inlove with his mother's enemy doesn't means he's disobeying her. Love is something we feel while disobeying is more like an action we do. Sigh... Devon is always after his parents' approval. Let's hope things work out for him. Maybe this Alice girl can change his mind about Bill.

Dipper: Mabel, I'm not too sure about that

Devon: Best part of Halloween? Candy! Althought because I worked with daddy and tried to destroy the town I didn't had the guts to go around asking for candy from the people I tried to destroy.

Dipper: Yeah, it had nothing to do with the fact that your fear of the dark or clowns.

Devon: Be quite or I'll start calling you Pinetree! *turns away* That's okay, thought. My sister shared half of hers. And it was great that Stanley brought out a bag of candy and shared it with everyone... I still don't like Stanley thought. He killed daddy... Sitting at the ceiling, famoly and friends holding hands, eating candy together, isn't this what Halloween is all about?

Bill: NO, HALLOWEEN IS A DAY OF HORRORS AND SCREAMS!!

Devon: O-oh... sorry than...

Bill Cipher: The best part of Halloween? Aside from the screams that's gotta be me! I was there in the first halloween. In that day a hat wearing time traveler kid fell into a pile of mud, and anyone who saw it decided that she was a zombie and that evil spirits came back for vengance. I found the idea amusing and decided it'd be fun too mess with them for a bit. So, I went asking "Trick or Threat". When people respond with trick I gave them a jumscare that made some of them got a heartattack. For the people who said "threat" I threated their lives. All of their screams were amusing. Until some lunatic changed it to "Trick or Treat"! After that, the day of horrors turned to a society's joke!

[jesse-pinko]

I’m sorry but Bill Cipher redemption arcs are soooo overhyped compared to the Shapeshifter redemption arcs like yes give that one episode villain daddy issues!! Yes let’s talk about how one of the series protagonists kept a being with human level sentience caged in a basement and then deemed it a monster and discarded it when it made a bid for freedom!! Free my girl!!

[schyrosoreffs]

i finally got his book might end it rn

[sharksfrommars]

woah, what’s this? Part 3 of Dad Stan?

Part 1 | part 2 | part 4

it’s what you all been waiting for. I’m honestly shocked at how much people like it? I’m not a very good writer, technically speaking, but I try my best. But seriously, thank you. The response to this has been CRAZY.

anyway, im so sorry for what your about to read. Please direct all your death threats to my inbox (/j don’t sent actual death threats obvs)

Stan and his small child hang out with a slightly deranged man

“YOU CAN’T TRICK ME, BILL!” Ford yelled. This definitely wasn’t what Stan was expecting. He held Lola close and took a deep breath.

“Look, Ford, I think you need help”

“HELP DESTROYING THE UNIVERSE! You WOULD say that, Bill, that is SO like you. And the NERVE to show up as my BROTHER? He had NOTHING to do with this. And NOTHING you do can convince me to open the poRTAL!” 

Ford got incredibly close to Stan’s face. Stan was glad that he had forgotten about the crossbow. He was less glad that Ford seemed a bit unstable and deranged. Drugs really seemed like it was the only explanation. Stan felt Lola let go of his leg as Ford continued rant and rave utter nonsense directly into Stan’s face.

Then Ford stopped. He looked into Stan’s eyes for a long while. Stan looked back, taking note of each scarlet blood vessel that stained the whites of his brother’s eyes. Something in Ford’s gaze softened and he backed off.

“You’re not Bill” he stated. “You’re Stanley”

Stan scoffed. “Yeah, pointdexter. I coulda told you that, if ya hadn’t shoved a crossbow in my face.”

Ford blinked. He scratched his bandaged hand, blood leaking through the gauze. Stan looked at it, concerned.

“Look, Sixer-“

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Ford yelled, slapping Stan.

Suddenly, Lola got between them, crossbow in hand, pointed at Stanford.

“DON’T TOUCH MY DAD!” She yelled, as she struggled to hold up the crossbow. It was half her size. Stan held in a giggle. It was kind of cute, really. It reminded Stan of last year, when he taught Lola gun safety and how to shoot ‘just in case’. Except the crossbow was much heavier.

Ford stared, like a deer in headlights. Lola’s legs shook.

“Step away from Stan, or I’ll shoot ya!” She said, a slight quaver in her voice. Ford looked to Stan.

“You bought a little girl?” Ford questioned. Stan sighed, placing his hand on Lola’s head.

“Put the crossbow down, sweetie”

“But Stan! He’s going to hurt you!”

Stan looked up at Ford with an unimpressed glare.

“Well let’s ask him.” He said, “Ford. Are ya gonna hurt me, or is Lola gonna have to stick a crossbow in your privates?”

Ford stared like a startled fox, before shaking his head.

“No. No im not going to hurt you, Stanley.” 

Stan smiled.

“See, Lola! No need to worry.”

Lola carefully put the crossbow on the ground, and pulled on Stan’s sleeve. Stan picked her up.

“So, Ford. Ya gonna let us inside?”

Ford slowly nodded. “Yes… of course, come in.”

“NO!” Lola screamed. 

“Gee, kid, ya tryna deafen me?”

Lola grabbed Stan’s face and very seriously stared him down.

“We need to get Lizard.”

“Lizard?” Ford asked, “you bought a lizard? From where?”

But Stan wasn’t listening, because he knew this gambit. 

The town they lived in before Forks, they had to leave because Rico’s boys had found Stan. They had caught Stan and Lola trying to escape town, and had tied Stan up in a shady warehouse. Lola was only 3, and was obviously terrified. But she was smart, smarter than Stan would have been at her age. She started screaming for Lizard, to the point where Rico’s boys were getting annoyed. Once Stan explained that Lizard was her toy that she left in the car, they took her to grab lizard. Whilst at the car though, she picked up Stan’s gun, the one he left in the glovebox, and his switchblade. 

Stan still had no idea how she came up with it. Didn’t know whether it was on impulse on her part, or an intentional plan. But thanks to her quick thinking, they got out of there unscathed.

Since then, Lola always left Lizard in the car when they went somewhere new. And if she felt unsafe, she would go back to get him, and whatever else she figured she’d need, usually dragging Stan with her.

 It meant she thought Stan should bring his gun.

Lola really didn’t trust Stanford. Honestly, Stan could understand why. He did just threaten them with a crossbow. He seemed out of it. He didn’t want to go into his brother’s house gun’s blazing. He could feel Lola shaking in his arms. He knew she was putting up a brave face.

“Alright, sweetheart.” Stan said, before turning to Ford. “Sorry, Ford, we just gotta get Lola’s favourite toy from the car. We’ll be back in a minute”

Stan sat Lola in the back seat. She was clutching Lizard close as Stan stuck his handgun into his waistband, hidden by his jacket.

“Ya okay, kid?” He asked.

Lola mumbled into Lizard. She had tears in her eyes.

“Sorry, Lola. Didn’t catch that.”

Lola looked up at Stan with wide wet eyes.

“I want to go home” she weeped, “it’s scary. I feel like something bad is going to happen.”

Stan gave her a hug, and kissed the top of her head.

“I know, baby. Its alright”

“C-can we go home, Stan”

“Not yet, kid. I’m gonna need ya to be brave, just for a little while, Okay?”

She sobbed into Stan’s shoulder. 

“Stan, I had a bad dream. That you were gonna go away…”

Stan held her tighter.

“I ain’t going anywhere, kid. I’m sticking with ya for as long as you want.”

It took a while for Lola to calm down, and when they returned to the house, they saw Ford sitting on the doorstep with his head in his hands. He looked like he’d hit Rock bottom. Once Ford saw Stan and Lola coming, he quickly stood up, wiping ‘dirt’ off his shirt. Unfortunately, Ford’s hand was bleeding, so he ended up spreading blood all down his front. He didn’t notice.

“I’m sorry for my hospitality, I’m a little …on edge” Ford said.

“Gee, really?”

“Now Stanley, do you want to introduce me to your daughter?”

“She ain’t my daughter.”

“But she called you-“

Lola interrupted Ford by blowing a raspberry as he tried to speak.

“Lola.” Stan said, “do you want to introduce yourself?”

Lola shook her head vehemently. “Lizard says he’s stinky.”

“Alright.” Said Stan. “You don’t have to”

He looked at Ford. “We gotta talk. And not in the snow.”

So Ford led Stan inside. Ford’s house was a mess. All sorts of weird science gizmos were spread all over the place, and there were masses of notes on every surface. It was unreasonably cold and dark inside, and it had an unsettling combination of odours. Ozone and mould, blood and sweat. Burning hair, strange chemicals, rotting meat. It was nasty.

“Lizard was right. You ARE stinky” Lola said. Stan was still carrying her, and she was still clutching onto lizard. Stan laughed.

“Seriously, pointdexter. Do you ever clean?”

Ford turned around, and gave the two of them a haunting glare, and started to cry blood out of his right eye.

“I haven’t really had the time…”

“Woah, Ford. You need medical attention. We gotta get ya to a hospital-“

“NO!”

Stan hasn’t realised he was reaching out with his free hand until Ford slapped away. Stan got a serious look on his face, and he readjusted his hold on Lola. She had buried her head in lizard again.

“Ford, what’s going on.”

Ford fiddled with his hands, and looked around erratically.

“Ford, please, let me help you.”

Ford seemed to collapse into himself, and glared suspiciously.

“What are you doing here, Stanley?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here? You called ME! You think I was gonna let ya just jump into a frozen lake and die?”

“What… that was real?”  Ford looked dazed.

“Was that- YES FORD IT WAS REAL. Real and SCARY! I started driving AS SOON AS YOU CALLED, hoping that you hadn’t done something STUPID.”

“Oh”

Ford collapsed with his head in his hands. “You should have just ignored it, Stanley.”

Stan sat down next to Ford. “And let my favourite brother die? As if”

Lola squirmed in Stan’s arms, so he put her down. She stood at Stan’s side and pointed accusingly to Ford.

“Why are you mean on the phone?” She asked 

“I wanna know that too. Ya gave Lola a right scare. How did you know that stuff about her?” said Stan.

Ford seemed to consider something, before standing up suddenly.

“Alright. I’ve got to show you something.”

Lola clung to Stan’s back as Ford lead them past a sci-fi looking door and down a long flight of stairs. Ford was spouting nonsense about how he had doomed the world. Stan didn’t really get what this had to do with the fact he that Ford was clearly sick and bleeding. 

“So who’s the Bill guy?” Stan asked.

“He’s… not important. It doesn’t matter. I have to destroy the portal.”

“Portal?” Asked Stan.

Just then, doors opened revealing a massive triangular machine, that whirred and buzzed with power. Stan stood, mouth agape. Lola screamed, and started crying.

“STAN!” She cried, “we need to go home NOW. It gonna eat you!”

Stan bought Lola to his front, comforting her.

“I told ya, lo. I ain’t going anywhere. That machine ain’t gonna hurt us.” He said.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Stanley.” Ford said, a grave look on his face, “this is a trans dimensional gateway, my greatest creation, and my biggest mistake.”

“A what now?”

“It’s a doorway to hell…” whispered Lola.

Concern grew on Ford’s face. “Stanley, how does the child know about the portal?”

He was starting to look panicked. Lola had started crying again. Stan looked between them.

“Stanley, what does the child know?” Ford said, inching closer. Lola pulled away, jumping from Stan’s arms and running. She found a corner to hide in, clutching Lizard tight. Ford made to follow, but Stan stopped him.

“Ford, you’re scaring her.”

“I’m not going to hurt her, I just need to check her eyes”

“No you don’t. What’s going on.”

“Yes I do, Stanley, the fate of the world is at stake! If I’ve let Him in here, then it’s over for ALL of us.”

Ford was getting agitated, as he stormed to where Lola was hiding. Lola screamed, so Stan shoved him.

“Ford, leave her alone! Just tell me what’s going on!”

“IVE RUINED EVERYTHING” Ford cried. There was a crazy look in his eyes, all paranoia and edge.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“I can’t sleep, Stanley! If I do, He gets what He wants. I can’t do that!”

Stan has one explanation, one thing that made any sense at all.

“Ford, what have you been taking”, he said, placing his hands on Ford’s shoulders.

“What? What are you talking about?” Ford said, shoving Stan’s off of him. “You, you think I’m doing drugs?” 

“Look, Ford, there’s no shame in -“

Ford shoved Stan. “Are you insane? Why would you think I’m on drugs? I’m not some…some…”

“Some what? What do you want me to think, Ford? Ya haven’t said a single thing that’s made a lick of sense. You CALLED me and you don’t even remember!”

“It WASN’T ME THAT CALLED YOU”

“OH REALLY? THAN WHO WAS IT? BECAUSE IT SURE SOUNDED LIKE YOU.”

“WHY WOULD I CALL YOU?? WHAT COULD I POSSIBLY NEED YOUR HELP FOR?”

“I drove here for 8 HOURS STRAIGHT. Through a SNOWSTORM. Because YOU CALLED ME saying you were going to COMMIT SUICIDE. I came here to HELP YOU cus you sounded like you needed it.”

“I never ASKED YOU TO COME”

Stan and Ford were in each other’s faces now, red with anger. Stan felt tears sting his eyes.

“No, you didn’t. Cause you ‘Never loved me’, that right? You just wanted me to know that?  I looked put for you our ENTIRE LIVES and you think I’m just a waste of space.”

“You didn’t look out for me when you BROKE MY SCIENCE FAIR PROJECT”

“Sweet Moses you’re STILL ON THAT? Newsflash Sixer, ya had a good life anyway. Ya got a fancy house and fancy degree, and enough college money to build a FUCKING TRIANGLE.”

Ford saw red, he shoved Stan, right into red hot metal. Stan screamed, and Lola ran up to him.

“STAN!” She cried as she went to him. Ford went to help Stan too, but Lola bit him.

“GO AWAY” she yelled, as she reached for Stan’s gun. She pointed it at Ford, who immediately put his hands up.

“Ok… ok… I’m stepping away” Ford said, slowly walking backwards. Stan started to get up.

“Put the gun down, Lola. He’s not gonna hurt anyone” Stan said.

“He already hurted you” she cried, dropping the gun 

“I know, baby. I know. This was a bad idea. Let’s go home”

“Stanley, stay” said Ford, “at least let me tend to your wound”

“Don’t fucking speak to me, Stanford.” Said Stan as he carried Lola back up the stairs. He heard Ford sob as he left, but he didn’t have it in him to care. He was tired, and this whole thing was stupid. It was stupid that Stan actually thought that Ford would take his help, and it was even more stupid to think Ford cared about him at all. That call should have made that obvious.

As they trekked up the stairs, Stan was quiet. He felt empty, like something was missing. He’d lost Ford before, a lot, but this time felt real. It felt like the end.

Then, Lola gasped, struggling out of Stan’s arms. “I left Lizard!” She cried, running down the stairs. Stan chased after her.

“Lola wait” he cried as she rushed off. “LOLA”

He chased after her, but she was quick. She got to the bottom before him. And he heard her scream, followed by a creepy, psychotic laugh.

Lola was clutching Lizard, as ‘Ford’ approached her. It was like her nightmare, with those terrifying yellow eyes and a laugh that came straight from hell. CNN

“I GOTTA HAND IT TO YA, KID. YOU SURE GOT GUTS COMING BACK DOWN HERE!”

He’s holding Stan’s gun, stumbling towards her like a Zombie.

“Ya know. I shoulda known that frilly bastard would be watching. They tried once. Bet they didn’t expect it to backfire so SPECTACULARLY.”

Ford’s face was grinning horrifically wide. Lola couldn’t move, it was all she could do to stay standing. Ford’s inhuman eyes were locked on the axolotl plush’s deeply looking face

“Hope you’re happy, Axy! I’m getting EVERYTHING I WA-“

Stan burst in with a punch. A shot rang out through Stan’s shoulder.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER, YOU PSYCHOPATHIC SON OF A BITCH!” He yelled, his shoulder burning and bleeding. He tried to wrestle the gun out of Ford’s hands. Ford laughed.

“OOO SPARE PARTS IS BACK TOO? SIXER’S GONNA LOVE IT WHEN I STRING YOU UP BY YOUR INTESTINES AND HANG YOU IN HIS ROOM!”

“Shut the fuck up, Ford!” 

They knocked a lever, Ford’s body on the ground. Stan punched Ford, breaking his glasses.

“HAJHAHAHAHA!” Ford laughed, “SIXER TRIED SO HARD TO STOP ME, BUT THEN HE JUST HANDED IT TO ME. I GUESS ITS TIME FOR ME TO MAKE MY GRAND ENTRANCE”

And with that Ford fell limp. Stan didn’t notice, not until Ford pushed him off.

“Stanley stop! I’m sorry! That wasn’t-“

Ford pushed Stan off of him, but he didn’t fall back. He floated. Lola was crying, and Stan tried to reach for her.

“Ford! What’s going on!”

Ford tried to reach, he really did. But the world went silent and slow, and nothing Ford tried would reach him. He saw Lola run towards the portal. Ford stopped her, as she shook and bit and screamed. He saw the look in Stan’s eyes. He was scared. Ford cursed himself, cursed Stanley, cursed Bill and cursed the entire goddamn world. Stan’s eyes met Ford’s, full of disappointment and betrayal and maybe some understanding. He knew he was going to die. He turned to Lola.

“Lola, I love you.” He said, his body bathed in sickeningly blue light. 

“DADDY NO! COME BACK” Lola wailed. But the portal was sputtering closed now. It collapsed on itself. Leaving Stan stranded 

Ford could only stare, as Lola pleaded to the portal, made infinite promises. She was only little, she didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand. But she could blame.

Lola stood up, once it became clear that there was no bringing Stan back. She stared Ford down, with as much rage as she could hold.

“I HATE YOU!” She screamed. And she ran out of the basement, out of the house, into the blizzard outside.

Ford knew he had to make it up to Stan. If Stan was even alive in there. But still, it took him a moment too long to go looking for her

[lilryetoast]

My friend sent me the second pic and I had to draw it

[thicctails]

I know if weirdamageddon ever happens, Euclid and Scalene would be panicking as fuck.

Their son (dipper) is juat going around town on his own, getting attack by monsters that wants to feast on his flesh.

Their daughter (Mable) is TRAPPED in a bubble Bill created and is locked tight in there, with Gideon and his gang guarding over the bubble.

I think Euclid and Scalene would maybe have to go 3D on this one-

They would probably be bordering on a panic attack the whole time, frantically jumping from surface to surface, using screens and street signs to try and find where their children are, all while the world burns around them. Their 3D forms are agony to achieve and hard to keep up, but its far better than the inferno. Mabel's Bubble would also be its own special hell, because Mabel, upon seeing them, cheerfully gives them solid, stable forms. Maybe even the human-esque forms both of them have secretly dreamed of having. They can finally hug their children, feel their warm bodies and beating hearts, and be able to provide more comfort than familiar tv static and quiet radio tunes.

And they have to find the will to give that all up. And they will.

For Mabel.

honestly, If Weirdmageddon happened in this universe, I think it would be due to a different Bill causing it. Imagine, GBC!Bill still being stuck in the Nightmare Realm, trying to find a way to actually, eugh, safely find a way for only him to cross over without hurting anyone (because that would hurt Mom and Dad and he can't deal with that again), when, somehow, another version if him stumbles into his timeline! And that Bill is like "Oh, you're still stuck here? Why? Don't you know there's a weak point in reality right near you? Here, let me help ya, pal!"

And before GBC!Bill can stop him, the alternate tears open reality, fully intending on taking over himself, leaving GBC!Bill panicking because "Oh my God, my parents are gonna kill me."

[baddecisionsgoooo0]

Timestuck Soos

So, Timestuck is one of my favorite AU's, and there's been a lot of sub au's (Young Stan and Ford go to the 80's, young stan and ford end up in 2012, Dipper and Mabel end up in 1960 something, Wendy gets transported, etc.)

My idea is Soos is the one transported back in time.

Soos is already Mr. Mystery, so he knows all the drama. He's repairing something around the shack when he accidently grabs a time tape and just zoops back to shortly after Stan gets kicked out.

Soos is slightly confused (not in the "wtf is going on" way but in the "Hmm... oh cool, it's my turn to time travel), but he sees his pretty much adopted father (I headcanon Stan adopts Soos post show) down in the dumps, and decides to help Stan.

Meanwhile, Stan is confused. This big guy who looks kinda like a gopher just showed up, recognized him, and then proceeds to act like an older brother/ father (something Stan has no idea how to deal with).

Soos effectively becomes a perfect distraction for any of Stan's cons, while also teaching Stan some new cons. Dumb cons, like pretending Soos is a descendant of Paul Bunyan. and then getting chased out of Minnesota by the actual descendants of Paul Bunyan,

Eventually, Stan and Soos head towards Gravity Falls. Soos shuts down every argument between Stan and Ford because it's Soos. Bill tries to convince Ford not to trust Soos, but Soos is literally so pure Ford just... ignores Bill.

Eventually, everything is resolved and Soos is like, "Alright dudes, I gotta head home now."

Stan is concerned. "Wait, wasn't your time-doohickey broken?"

Soos laughs "Oh yeah dude. but only for the first week or so. I fixed it within, like, a week."

"So... you could have just gone home at any point?" Stan asks.

"I mean, yeah. But I wasn't gonna abandon you, Mr. Pines."

[tinkrtailrsldrspy]

How Does This Even Happen?! - Part 9

So... how are we all feeling after that last part?

...

Yeah, me, too.

Btw, this isn't the part where it gets better.

Ford didn’t move from his bed for the next week, barely even willing to eat the meager meals Bill tried to entice him with. His partner had started with grand, mouth-watering spreads of food at first, begging Ford to take even a single bite. But Ford had pushed every scrap of food away. And he’d kept rejecting the meals.

Until Bill had presented a small, star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the crusts on a chipped blue porcelain plate.

And, with tears flowing anew, Ford had eaten Stan’s favorite comfort food as a child.

He didn’t even like PB&J! But for whatever reason, when Bill had held it out for him, Ford had suddenly found himself unable to leave it be. He’d fallen asleep in Bill’s arms, that night, the triangle whispering loving words to his damaged scientist.

…

Ford knew he was dreaming when he blinked his eyes open and found himself at the edge of Lake Gravity Falls. His brow furrowed. He rarely dreamed, these days, body too exhausted to manage it, and he had never dreamt of the lake of all things.

Glancing around, he spotted a figure at the edge of the pier, a fishing rod in hand and line in the water. He made his way over, eyes narrowing as fog clung to the figure, making it impossible to make whoever it was out from a distance. It was only when he stepped onto the wooden structure that he was finally able to recognize the faded red jacket.

“Stan,” he gasped as he broke into a jog. Which turned into a run. Which turned into a sprint. And the air was stinging his eyes and that was surely the reason for his tears as he barreled into his brother and buried his face into Stan’s jacket.

“Wha- Sixer?!” Stan exclaimed as he twisted in the fierce hold, hesitating only a moment before hugging his twin back just as tightly. “Holy crap, I can’t believe it! You’re here, you- I thought you- you fell into that weird portal!”

“I did,” Ford laughed wetly as he refused to move even a micrometer away. “This is a dream. Your dream! I can’t believe- I’m in your dream, Stan! That shouldn’t even be-” But it was possible, wasn’t it? If Bill knew he needed it.

“Okay, dream, got it,” Stan huffed, ruffling Ford’s hair as he so easily accepted the explanation. “Seen weirder shit around here.” Ford sniffled as he finally allowed himself to be pushed away just enough for Stan to take in his appearance. “Christ, Poindexter! You look like death walking! The hell happened to you?!”

Ford felt his lower lip wobble, shutting his eyes tightly as if that would stop the fresh tears from tracing down his cheeks. “I, uh- I just-” he shook his head, as though putting words to his loss would make it too real. “I lost someone. Someone I loved.”

“Ford,” Stan’s voice was soft with… not pity, not exactly. More like a deep understanding. Which was far worse than pity, if you asked Ford’s opinion. “I’m so sorry… Can I ask…?”

“My daughter,” Ford managed to gasp out, a fresh wave of tears overflowing from his cheeks onto the wooden dock under them. “She- she was stillborn.”

Stan didn’t say a word, instead pulling Ford back against him with force, his arms tight around his trembling, heart broken twin. He held him as Ford shattered into fragments, as he melted into a puddle of tears, and as he slowly rebuilt himself back up, bit by bit, until his sobs were finally under control and Ford could confidently take a step back.

“Why don’t we go somewhere we can sit and talk?” Stan suggested with a sad half-smile. With a flick of his wrist, the scenery changed and suddenly Ford was sitting on his own couch in his own cabin - he blinked rapidly as he tried to get his bearings.

“Stan, did you- did you just control you own Dreamscape?” he stuttered, staring at his brother in something too akin to awe to sit well within Stan.

“Yeah?” the younger twin chuckled, cracking open the ice-cold can of Pitt that had appeared in his hand. “I mean, can’t everyone?”

“No!” Ford shook his head. “I had to practice for months to even start lucid dreaming! This is amazing!”

Stan rubbed the back of his neck with his unoccupied hand, red painting his cheeks. “Ah, come on, I’m sure it’s not that hard,” he shrugged. Before Ford could get another word in, he continued, “And you need to tell me what happened.”

Ford quickly looked away. While he genuinely was impressed with his brother’s ability to control his own Dreamscape, the scientist couldn’t deny that he’d latched onto the topic in order to avoid their original one. He sniffed softly, leaning against Stan’s side once his twin sat down beside him on the couch.

“I’m going to sound insane,” Ford sighed as his brother wrapped a solidifying arm around him.

“You always do, but continue,” Stan smiled at Ford’s weak chuckle.

“I-I met someone. While in Gravity Falls. Or, well, I summoned someone,” Ford grumbled. “Well, something is more accurate. Bill is an immortal being, a god, the sole survivor of his dimension. We were partners, and he helped me build the portal I fell into. We worked together for two years and… well, we sort of… I mean…”

“Fell in love with a god, huh?” Stan sighed with a fond exasperation.

“To be fair, a god also fell in love with me,” Ford smiled softly, secretly, as he let his eyes slip shut. “He’s… weird - but in the best way! I’ve never met anyone who was able to match and even exceed my own intelligence, but he does! It’s like I finally found someone who understands me.”

“I’m happy for you, Six,” Stan muttered, thumping his head sideways against his brother’s.

“He’s also the reason you… found me as I was,” Ford admitted. That had Stan sitting bolt upright, tension rising within him. “It’s alright, I promise, we talked it out after I fell through the portal. It was a combination of poor communication and the inherent distrust in others he and I have in common. He apologized, which is honestly astonishing as I’d never thought him capable of it.”

Stan forced himself to relax, still not confident that Ford was in the safest hands, but… there was nothing he could do about it at that moment, was there?

“He altered my body, slightly. To where- where I could… carry. A child. Inside me,” Ford haltingly explained. “And I did! For twelve months, I carried a beautiful little light inside of me. An impossible being born of two different dimensions coming together as one. She- she lived,” he stuttered over his words, tears building in his eyes once more. “She lived, inside me! But-but I couldn’t-”

Stan turned and pulled Ford fully into a hug, letting his Pitt drop and disappear into the void of forgotten things. Ford shivered in the embrace, his tears noticeably slowed but still plentiful.

“She came early,” Ford choked out. “We didn’t know how long g-gestation w-would be. But she was born and s-she was so small! A-and she wasn’t c-crying! She was so little and so quiet and so s-still!” Stan hushed his brother and began rocking them back and forth as Ford forced himself to relive the moment his little girl had lost her battle to come into the world. “Bill says it’s not my fault, that it was al-always risky but-! But-! I know it’s my f-fault! My body wasn’t strong enough, I-I’m defective, Lee, I can’t e-even-!”

“You are not defective,” Stan interrupted, voice firm and resolute. “From what you said, this was already risky and not guaranteed to work. You did nothing to cause this, Ford, I know that for a fact. Sometimes, things just don’t work out how we want them to, and there was nothing we could do to prevent it. I know you, and I know you did everything right, and it is not your fault she didn’t make it.”

Ford silently nodded, a calmness spreading through him at his twin’s words. He hadn’t realized he’d needed to hear it, especially from the brother he had rejected so many times, but… Fuck, he was just glad Stan still cared about him enough to comfort him through this. They stayed like that, holding tight to each other, for long, long moments.

It was only once Ford’s tears had settled down again that Stan dared to whisper, “What was her name?”

“…Hope.”

…

When Ford came to in the morning, his eyes were puffy from crying and his cheeks stiff from dried tears. But he felt the smallest bit better, a smidgen of warmth in his breast that had been cold and empty before. He turned onto his other side, his smile soft when he came eye-to-eye with his Muse. Bill’s eye was red and puffy, as well, and when he held his arms out, Ford went into them willingly.

“Thank you,” the human whispered.

“He was the only one who could possibly get through that stubborn head of yours,” Bill muttered fondly. “I rushed things - put your body through something it wasn’t ready for... But I don’t regret it.”

Ford didn’t say anything, but Bill felt the question.

“Because she brought you back to me,” he admitted with quiet grief. “If not for her, you’d still be out in the multiverse, running from me, hating me. It’s not enough, it’ll never be enough, but… she existed. She was important. And I will never regret her.”

Ford snuggled closer. Pain still fresh in his heart… he agreed.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

The fun thing about red and blue triangles is that they make purple when you overlap them. I just think that's neat :)

[xxkiller-muffinxx]

Eye to Eye

Pt 1

The encounter

1714 words

Alright chat let’s do this,

I had one semi completed one but then I needed cute dividers so it deleted itself

Also creds to @sister-lucifer for the dividers.

I know I know I know, it’s pretty crazy right? Another bill cipher’s daughter fic, not surprising. However it’s bill ford and it’s silly.

This godforsaken fanfiction was helped by my friend and for legal reasons alibi @dandelion-tea7 so yeah. With all the love I can muster thank you.

Also, side note yes this is a test run for my last post :3

Anyways let’s get to the bit

Stanford was never one to want children.

In fact the very idea perturbed him to an acceeded extent. Children of his running around his lab and ruining the space with glitter and or snot, it was revolting to say the least. His great niece and nephew were enough children. Particularly with what’s been going on for the past 30 years, Him getting trapped in the portal and leaving his child to be raised by…

Stanley.

That was the worst punishment of all in his opinion.

However, children are good for a few things: Memories, smiles, and laughter, sure the occasional adorableness but his children would probably be too focused on school work to be “cute.” He’d be sure of it. He didn’t want kids though, never has never will.

Yet here he was, discussing it with 14 year old Mabel Pines.

“Awe! Why not?! Kids are adorable, sweet, and adorable!” Mabel’s high pitched voice squealed at him, causing Ford’s ears to hum uncomfortably.

Stanford rolled his eyes at her young charm. He always thought she burned brighter as a star. “Mabel, i work too much to give children the time of day, for god's sakes I barely see you two!” He cut up some carrots to put in a soup he’s working on. He’s very proud of himself.

Dipped groaned softly covering his ears. Poor puberty was eating that boy away faster than termites in a food littered apartment. “Mabel, can you stop talking about Grunkle ford having kids? Besides, he's too old!”

“Precisely, Dipper, my boy!”

Mabel pouted, pulling her knees up to her chest while looking over at Dipper. “So? What if college was an exciting ti-“

Dipper let out a high pitched wail. Silencing Mabel almost immediately. Stanford laughed heartily, a part of him enjoying the banter despite how improbable the conversation was. College? Exciting? Hardly. Learning about the the brain's response to psychological torture was quite invigorating, however.

A familiar voice piped up. “Oh no, are we talking about Sixer’s love life again?” Stanley walked in holding a blender. He seemed oddly cheerful today, his eyes sparkling with the same mischief he had as a child.

Ford turned to him curiously. His eyes glancing at the blender, old torn up pieces of plastic in the bowl connected, Stanford looked back up at Ford. “Why?”

“Why not?”

“But why?”

“Why not?”

“Stanley.” Stanford groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose while Stanley softly chortled. Mabel gasped, jogging over to interrogate him.*

Mabel grabbed onto the side of the counter pulling herself higher to look at the old blender. “Is that going to be the blender squirrel?!” Mabel shrieked, reaching for it, Stanley pulled away.

Dipper raised a questioning brow. “Blender…squirrel?”

Stanley rolled his eyes in offense, was Dipper, Little Dipper really judging him? “Alright, yeah, Squirrel blender, it was Mabel’s idea. I mean I don’t know it’ll be fun to see someone try to understand how it works.” Stanley looked at it, fixing all the gross chipped pieces.

Dipped sighed, he’d never understand his Sister and His Grunkle’s brains when they’re choosing such weird ways to bond. He didn’t mind it though. “Sure, a squirrel blender will be great!” He dripped with sarcasm.

Stanford fixed his glasses before turning to Stanley. “Stanley, come try this.” He lifted a spoon of carrot soup to his mouth. Stanley would always speak his mind, so he continued to count on it.

The moment Stanley smelled it he dropped it to the ground. Ford’s face falls flat. Stanley sputters for a few moments before coughing and grimacing. “You trying to poison me Sixer?!”

“It’s just carrot soup-“

“It’s rabbit shi-“

“Woah!” Dipper suddenly jumped out of his chair as he saw something outside. “I saw something!” Dipper got out of his chair while Mabel gasped “what?! I wanna see!” She quickly followed. Stanley sighed as the kids ran out. Turning to Ford. “Not it.”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “Are you a child.” Ford said with a soft affectionate laugh. Stanley pouts a finger on his nose.

“Nose goes.”

“I hate you.

-~-~-~-~-~

The forest air was warm and cozy like a blanket on the warm bed with its holder squished between. Ford sighed happily at the familiarity of it all. For the first time since he actually came home, he felt at home.

Dipper wrote in his own journal, walking only but a few feet ahead. Mabel very happily skipped along. So far ahead seemed like pleasant searching for the creature that caught Dipper’s eye.

Dipper seemed a bit stiff so Ford placed a soothing hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?” He’d ask voice full of care and warmth.

Dipper glanced up at his grunkle Ford. With a hint of familiar admiration to the older male. “Hm? Oh…uh…yeah.” he coughed softly. He wrote things quickly in his journal. As if trying to fill it with every last thing he thought.

Ford raised an eyebrow at this and sighed “Dipper you may be a fast thinker, but it helps if the ideas were clearer and more concise. Try slowing down and enjoying the moment?” Ford said with a soft smile on his face.

Despite the urge to keep writing, Dipper reluctantly put the journal down. “Youre right Grunkle Ford…” Dipper muttered earning an elbow in the side from his twin. He looked at her and elbowed back. Soon they were play fighting all over again.

The humor in their sibling rivalry caused Ford to let out a laugh. “Alright- alright that's-” A twig snaps behind them.

Ford spins around gun already ready to be pulled. Dipper and Mabel stare for a moment in the same direction. Ford looks down to see if there's any sign of life. There's a torn piece of fabric on a tree. The old man approaches it.

“Strange.” He mutters. Grabbing the fabric and rubbing it between his fingers. A leaf falls in front of him, followed by soft tree rustling. He waves the kids back further, looking up.

“…hello? Who's there? I know you're up there!” he shouts in a stern voice. Causing even Dipper to flinch. Mabel looks up gasping softly.

She runs to the tree earning a yelp from her brother. “Mabel wait-” he reaches for her arm but falls flat on his face instead. Ford looks down at Mabel, a minor glare for having disobeyed him. “Its a girl!” Mabel points. “Its a teenage girl!”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “How do you-”

“Just look!” Mabel grabbed a stick, climbing on top of Ford’s shoulders really quickly (his back would regret that later.) she poked whoever was in the tree.

There's a soft “ow” from in the tree.

Ford’s eyes widen taking the stick from Mabel. “Come out.” he said a little softer as to not startle her. The girl, fed up, grabbed the stick and threw it away. “Come on, you have to come down at some point.”

Stanford had to surpress an eyeroll at the quiet “Nuh uh.” from the tree.

“Yuh huh, now get down!” there was a tearing sound from the tree. “Or gravity will force you.” The girl struggled to hold herself up.

“Well I guess that's why everyone calls this place gravity fa-” The twig gives way under her, sending her crashing to the ground, it would be devastating if only shed actually hit the ground.

Mabel watched in awe as the girl hovered in the air. “WOAH!” She exclaimed before Dipper pulled her away. Ford furrowed his large brows stepping closer. “Fascinating…”

The mystery girl opened her eyes looking up at Ford. His eyes widened the moment he saw it. Not two, but three eyes on her face, one of the in the dead center of her forehead that glistened an uncomfortably familiar yellow.

Ford glared slightly. “Who are you.” The girl flinched, finally succumbing to gravity’s tricks and crashing down into the mud. She groaned in pain putting up her hands.

She closed her third eye. “Hey listen, I didn't mean any harm…i just-” She frowned looking away, as if thinking. “Which twin are you?” She asked the man standing over her.

“Which twin?” Ford tilted his head to the side, glaring even harder. “Whats your name first.”

The girl seemed to curse softly. “…uh…(Y/N)…”

“Where are your parents.” He steps closer slowly. His imposing figure getting more and more intimidating as he grew near.

(Y/N) frowned standing up and dusting herself off while backing up. “Well that's actually funny you say that! Because they are-” she was cut off by a tree hitting her back.

“Answer me.” Ford said with a soft huff. He's fed up with lies. He's worried this girl is somehow related to demon they killed two years ago. That yellow eye all two familiar.

They were up close when the girl finally decided to speak, “Stanford right? Well uh-” She flinched when he raised an eyebrow, she knew she probably shouldn't have said his name when she seems to be a stranger.

Theirs a silence that passes, followed by a gulp from the girl. “…if you're Stanford pines…then…Oh jeez this is weird-” She squeezes her hands together. “…im Bill cipher’s kid-”

There it is, he's never whipped out his gun so fast. The girl shrieked “WAIT WAIT WAIT!”

“WHY SHOULD I WAIT WHEN YOURD THE VERY THING IVE WORKED YEARS TO DESTROY!” Ford yelled back looking back at the kids. “Kids close your eyes this is gonna get messy.”

“NO WAIT IM HALF HUMAN!” (Y/N) screamed bloody murder putting her hands up. Ford lowered the gun while the kids tilted her head.

Dipper stepped closer “half human? Like Bill-” Mabel stepped up to interrupt him. “How is that possible? Does he even have-” Ford put his hand up to silence them.

“What do you mean? You're half human? Who's your other parent?” He asks pushing the gun into her neck. She gagged softly grabbing the barrel. Tears pricked her eyes.

“You?”

Ford’s world shattered in that moment, silence broke out and a million questions flew through his head. He'd never danced Bill’s devil’s tango. Nor has the thought passes. So how could this happen? What in the world was going on?

He didn't know, but he was determined to find out.

(Not edited or revised)

[spammy-selfships]

Dad dump!

[dragovid-davidas-thespmnerd]

To Cipher Children: What's it like being the children of Bill Cipher; the most dangerous criminal of the multiverse?

Demonique Cipher: It feels like all my guts are about to explode. By that I am talking about all of my father's enemies hunting me and my brother down.

Bill: Come on, it's not that bad! I saved you and your brother multiple times.

Demonique: Devon lost some of his teeth!

Bill: Your brother's like nine. They'd grow back even if I hadn't already fixed them.

Demonique: You made it worst!

Bill: Worst? Or better?

Demonique: Dad... sigh... You can't fix everything with magic.

Bill: Tell me one thing I broke that I can't fix!

Demonique: His heart.

Bill: ...

Demonique: Sigh... well, you are trying to be a better father now. I can't deny that. But please, if you want Devon to forgive you, give him time. If you keep forcing him to forgive you-

Bill: Don't tell me what to do! I'm the parent here!! GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM... *cough* Please...

Demonique: But... this is my room.

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Devon: What's it like having Bill as my dad? Ah... hah hah hah... We will not discuss this.

[jubmato]

a glimpse into my sick and twisted mind (human bill au like everyone & their mother is currently making)

((IVE NEVER MADE ANYTHING EVEN REMOTELY CLOSE TO A COMIC BEFORE I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR THE DOGSHIT DOOKIE FORMATTING HERE))

[bill-ciphers-nightmare-blog]

BILL MY CAT HAD KITTENS AND I NAMED OME BILL CIPHER WHAT SHOULD I NAME THE OTHER!?!?

HMM... FELONY

[starladyshifts]

⋆ ⋅ Gravity Falls dr scenario ⋅ ⋆

*Stanford and Bill, arguing*

Wendy, staring with a raised eyebrow: Those are your dads, huh, what's up with that?

Me, not sure if those two are arguing or flirting: It's complicated. But let's just say I'm the product of a very messy divorce and they're fighting over custody.

[bill-freaky-cipher]

You know you’d think after getting possessed by another bill I wouldn’t keep talking to yall especially because of who my dad is-

But no I’m dumb

Anyways hi im Rin

@daughter-of-the-author

NICE TO MEET YA, KID. NOT SURPRISED A FORD IN AN ALTERNATIVE DIMENSION COULD POP OUT A KID. YOU’VE GOT HIS LACK OF PRESERVATION SKILLS TOO!