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Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To

= Muse!Bill AU

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

Something was holding fast to him, and Ford felt the tight terror in his chest ease as he was yanked back through the portal, the Nightmare Realm receding from his vision. He landed on cold concrete with a harsh huff of air, eyes snapping shut at the sharp pain of impact. There was a familiar voice calling out - Stan must have figured out how to bring him back, Gods he couldn’t decide if he was going to strangle or kiss his idiot twin.

Ford’s eyes opened blearily when a warm hand landed on his shoulder, looking up at his brot-

The young man fell back with a scream, scrambling backwards away from the demonic yellow eye that had once watched him with a soft adoration in it’s depth. Bill Cipher. He must have somehow possessed Stan - but the portal couldn’t have been open for that long! He hadn’t even gotten a glimpse of the demon on the other side of it!

“Bill?!”

“Over here, Stan!”

Ford’s head snapped away from the demon to see…

“Dad?” he muttered confusedly.

His father’s eyes bugged out of his head when they landed on Ford, mouth falling open in wordless noises.

“Yeah, that was my thought exactly,” Bill muttered as he stood up fully, stepping back to give Ford more space. “I’ll admit, I’m not exactly sure how this happened… All my calculations were correct, and Specs’ engineering is fool-proof…”

“I take no responsibility for this,” a bored voice intoned from the other side of the room. Ford spun to see what appeared to be an older version of his ex-assistant, chewing absentmindedly on a long piece of red licorice. “I told you we should have gone over the thing one more time.”

“A fifth inspection wasn’t going to do anything, hillbilly,” Bill growled at the other man, glaring poisonously at him. “Can’t you just take the damn compliment?!” Fiddleford merely shrugged without much emotion.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Ford finally cried, his breath coming in heavy pants as he felt tears threatening to spill from his eyes. None of this was making sense - why was Bill here? Why was Fiddleford so much older? Why was his dad here?! Where was Stan?!

“Sixer, it’s okay.”

Ford looked up to see who he had first thought to be his father coming towards him, knees bent and hands held out in submission. The voice… and with a closer look… “Stan?” he whispered in horror. “What… what happened to you?! You were just- I was- what-” Ford was helpless against the small sob that escaped him, allowing Stan to move closer and engulf him in a tight embrace. He clung onto his twin with equal force, terror warring with a desperate need for comfort.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, we’ll figure this out,” Stan promised softly.

And, Gods help him, Ford believed him.

-

“How the fuck did you connect to a completely different version of the Nightmare Realm, Bill?” Stan asked with a frustrated sigh from the kitchen. Ford could imagine him rubbing his forehead in annoyance, the way their father had when they were but boys.

“Hey! I told you, none of this is an exact science!” Bill protested, Ford able to hear the pout in his voice. It brought a warm smile to his face - before reality hit him with cold clarity and he was left shivering under the blanket that Stan had wrapped around him after he’d been deposited on the couch in the living room.

His… his house looked a lot different.

“All you were supposed to do was fix Ford’s portal, not try and ‘make it better’!” Stan’s voice was getting louder and more aggressive, and his twin couldn’t help but worry for not-his-Stan’s safety. If Bill was here physically, there was no telling what he’d be able to do!

“I didn’t!” Bill yelled right back. “I didn’t change a single damn thing about that portal! And you know it was my design to begin with, Xerox!”

Ford startled when a weight landed beside him on the couch, spinning to see a nearly blank-faced Fiddleford holding out a mug of tea. The older man nodded towards it, and Ford reached out hesitantly for it. The minute the warmth of the ceramic hit his hand, though, he eagerly wrapped both of his around it and brought it close to his chest. He hadn’t realized how cold he was until then.

“They’ll be at it for a while,” F sighed with a soft, fond roll of his eyes. “They usually are when something goes wrong with the portal. Don’t worry about it.”

“But…” Ford glanced nervously between his cup of tea and F, brows furrowed. “What if- what if he decides to… you know!”

“‘He’?” F echoed with some confusion.

“Bill!” Ford hissed. “He could hurt Lee!”

F went silent, blinking at him a few times before bursting into a full belly-laugh, clutching his sides. Stan and Bill’s voices suddenly went quiet before two heads were poking around the living room door, bafflement clear on their faces.

“You good there, Specs?” Bill asked hesitantly, as though F were the crazy one around here.

“Bill, what did you do to this poor man?!” F howled in laughter, turning towards the doorway. “He’s scared you might hurt Stan!”

Stanley, as well, burst out in laughter at that, walking into the room with an indignant Bill on his heals. “Yeah, right! Like this pipsqueak could lay a hand on me!” he chortled.

“Hey! I could if I tried!” Bill complained, though the smile that tugged on his lips spoke to a relationship with the other two that Ford had never witnessed between Bill and… anyone else.

“You couldn’t hurt a fly, fruity,” Stan growled with a wide grin, slinging an arm around Bill’s shoulders.

“You forced Ford not to shoot that Gremloblin even after it got you,” F muttered as he wiped a tear that had escaped down his cheek. “And you barely managed to pluck that unicorn hair without passing out!”

“But I did!” Bill retorted, sticking out his tongue at the engineer.

“Why’re you so worried about this guy, anyways, Sixer?” Stan finally asked, turning a raised brow to his not-brother.

“He- he’s a God,” Ford stuttered as he looked between the three men. That got him three looks of both confusion and concern.

“I mean, calling me a Muse is more accurate,” Bill chuckled awkwardly. “I’m nowhere near as powerful as the Axolotl or even Time Baby. My whole deal is inspiring beings to reach for greater heights and all.”

“No!” Ford denied, shaking his head violently. “That’s what you said when we met, but you were lying! You even admitted it!”

Slowly, Stan let his arm fall from around Bill’s shoulders, giving the creature a reassuring pat before moving over to Ford, kneeling before him. “Hey, Sixer, whatever your Bill did, this Bill isn’t him. Our Ford brought him over to our dimension forever ago, and he’s been helping us try to rescue him after my brother got lost in the Nightmare Realm after an accident.”

“He’s one of the Demon Bills, isn’t he?”

All eyes turned to Bill, who was looking down at his hands as he fiddled with them.

“They’re far more common than anything like me,” he explained softly. “I met one, when I was young, after- well, after I… lost my home…” Ford stiffened at the mention of the destroyed dimension. “I saw my potential future in him, and I ran from it as fast as I possibly could.

[steamingstewchunks]

Them TFA bots get that parental adrenaline now.....

[ttptsd]

I am once again watching Wicked

[taraxippos]

People freaking out over someone drawing on like, 30 layers on one canvas VS me currently drawing on 'layer 1684 copy'

[steamanband]

Another day goes by where I think about Jon's weird human fingers

[thewildones]

here's a little thing about the relationship with hannibal and clarice ( since my muse for her is very high atm . ) i believe there is this beautiful moment between them during their last meeting , where hannibal was held in memphis . i feel like that the reason why hannibal wanted to hear about clarice's past and psychoanalyze her wasn't just for his own twisted poetic amusement , but also for clarice too . what hannibal gives clarice is self absolution and essentially help and guide her through the darkness that is her soul . while we know hannibal is and will always be a monster who kills and eats his victims , he's also a psychiatrist ... and a damned good one at that . he always knew that clarice had the capacity of emotional intelligence and the intuition to register his insights .

as hannibal hates the selfish nature of most people , but he had so much respect for clarice because she recognized that she was a genuinely good person ( and yes , we also know he wanted to see how he can corrupt that goodness , but of course that fails ... i'll get to more on this at a later time . ) clarice's commitment to justice wasn't out of naivete , but rather out of courage . he admired that despite everything she lost , she still remained a champion for good . which , from his more sinister perspective was some sort of cathartic abstraction .

there is this undeniable but palpable feeling that the scene itself evokes . the culmination of both light and dark within both characters , integrating into one and they both grow into a more enlightened version of themselves because of this interaction . him giving her the final clue , gave her everything she needed in order to find buffalo bill , but the intensive psychoanalyasis gave clarice the strength and moral sanctification he know she would need to see her mission through . it was ... oddly enough , an act of love on his part . showing that , as much of a monster hannibal is , he is capable of being compassionate . hannibal lecter is an empath , as is clarice . the difference between them is that hannibal is extremely vindictive and sadistic .

also ! if you go back and watch this particular moment in the film , there is a moment when clarice is talking about the night she ran away . you can hear the wind outside the building . it's rather interesting considering it could bring the viewer forward and into the scene itself . it's like clarice is actually reliving that night , and she's bringing the viewer along for the ride .

[shiningqueen]

going to bed soon but thinking about..

writing law...

soon maybe.

[corvicarum]

" did you know octopus have three hearts? azul wouldn't tell me whether or not he did. but considering all the extra limbs when he's in his mer form... i would assume he does. so that leaves me to wonder... does he have three as a human too? "

[wiretism]

its my last period let me out please let me out please please please please oh my god please let me out

[shadowheritageposts]

You know, uh

THAT one

the one you really don't like

As much as I hate to say it, you'll have to be more specific.

[faaun]

WHEN ON PERIOD:

do not crash out

your feelings are NOT valid

do not send that text

don't kill yourself. lock in

do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed

[keytogala716]

*pulls out another photo* *pulls out another photo* *pulls out another photo* *pulls out another photo* *pulls out another photo* *this proceeds for about 7 hours*

Unfolds a long string of photos from my wallet, but instead of children it’s pictures of my OCs

[just-french-me-up]

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

[semperintrepida]

This is the worst timeline. (x)

[yuttikkele]

hey gamers I’ve started watching star trek does anyone else see the romantic tension between captain kirk and mr. spock