Mindscape Talks

Hi! I hope this is okay but I felt so inspired by this that I have to write something!

Adding onto this, it would be kinda funny amd endearing if he started collecting your lost belongings the way he did with anomalous/wildlife specimens.

Your hairties? Stacked nicely in a handmade stand that best displays their design and shapes. It'll be in the bathroom or his nightstand for when you stay over.

Your lipbalms/lipsticks? Stored in a scientific mini fridge and organized by scent/brand. Right next to his worktable, it becomes an accidental reminder of when you kissed him a million ways with painted lips.

If you're like me and you leave pencils and art shit lying around EVERYWHERE, he may start using them. Or getting pen stands for the nearly done and worn out pencil you favor (it's on its last legs but he does't have the heart to throw it away)

He won't realize it's a little weird, he just wants to keeo them nice and well-stored for when you need them back. But he does forget about all this because of his work. He'll be really embarassed and shy if you stumble upon it accidentally and tease him.

Because you're the most interesting thing in his life, the one, precious and odd creature who chose to stay in his life.

I think Ford would love to see all the little signs of his partner around the house. If you leave behind a bobby pin or hair elastic, even strands of your hair left behind on his pillow.

It’s a reminder of you when you’re away. He’d actually be upset if you didn’t leave anything behind for him, like your shampoo of choice in his shower or a change of clothes in case you stay over.

And if you have a signature scent you prefer, and leave a bottle of it behind? He’s spraying it just to get a whiff of you. He’ll bury his face in your pillow and just INHALE, deep breaths into it until he’s lightheaded and has to stop. Even then, he considers diving back in for more.

stanford pines' love language is quality time.

he feels like he lost so much time, so many years stuck in the nightmare realm that he relishes any moment that he gets to spend time with you.

the most monotonous tasks like brushing his teeth or folding laundry feel so much more enthralling with you there.

wanting you to tag along on his anomaly hunting, eager to see the excitement and awe in your eyes with every new anomaly you encounter.

sitting underneath an impressive oak tree, your head resting on ford's lap as he reads or is writing in his journal.

no words need to be spoken, just the two of you relishing in each other's presence.

"say ford, do you ever get tired of our routine?"

"no, not particularly. what makes you ask?" he hums, glancing down at you with a raised brow.

"just curious, you've just had such exciting adventures in the past. i know you were literally stuck in another realm, but i sometimes wonder if this gets boring." you admit, fiddling with the leaf that had fallen from the tree, the colors transforming with the changing of the seasons.

ford closes his book, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on your forehead suddenly.

"my dear, i could never be bored in your company. any thing i get to do with you is truly an adventure of its own."

i set out to draw something moody but unfortunately im cursed to be sillay

This blurb is back up! I didn't really like how it turned out at first, this is my first ever smut I hope it's alright ;;

A Gentler Soul [Stanford Pines X Reader] Spicy Blurb

Tags: NSFW, Suggestive, Minors DO NOT Interact

Just a poetic way of saying I want him lol

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Stanford Pines used to be a gentler soul. He could spend hours reading about cryptids and mycelium. He could name every moth in Gravity Falls in their Latin and numerous nicknames. On Wednesdays, he'd step out of his home and eagerly watch the sky turn dark- because that's when the local pixies came out to play and dance in a glittering display of light.

Now, he was a sharpened knife. All cuts and bruises, running through the dimensions without taking a second to admire oddities around him. He was  a man on the run, he had no time to marvel at how suns imploded and stars seemed to wink at him, in this vast, nonsensical hellscape called the Nightmare Realm.

He can't stop, he can't catch his breath, lest he stops breathing altogether.

You followed him wherever he ran.

It was survival, you told yourself.

It was science, sticking together was something humans did, Ford told you.

The silences in between the running and fighting told you otherwise.

When it grew dark and quit, in wherever ruins he deemed safe enough, that's when the air shifted.

Stanford Pines moved as if he was always running out of time.

But here, under the shade of a forgotten building, away from prying eyes and bounty hunters, he took his time. He looked at you like you were a new book he'd yet to read. His attention was like fire, burning through the layers of your clothes and the fragile. And like a candle, you melted for the flame of his gaze.

Six fingered hands dragged languidly over the flesh of your ribs, dipping low and stopping just at your abdomen. His knee slowly nudges your inner thigh, spreading your leg outward for access.

He'd worship the scars littering your chest and neck with his tongue, warm and wet as it devoured the salt of your skin.

But it would be kissing you that would truly undo him.

Feeling your soft lips was a different kind of rapture, your moans were poetry he intended to burn into his mind forever. He could worship you this way for several lifetimes, if he could.

At every moan, he'd whisper praises and reassurances- safety, in this desolate world made to consume humans like you. Ford wouldn't let that happen to you, not when he could taste you instead, damn the cruel world outside this room. He had you to himself, at least in this one, small eternity.

If you slipped a hand under his greying locks and whispered any sort of praise to him, he'd cave in and give you anything you want.

Trailing your fingers over the lines of his tattoos would earn you more of that pleasure. Like toppling a candle and letting the flames grow, he'll worship you and burn down your altar, until all that was left was him. He'd growl and grow rougher in his ministrations. Drag those nails from his wrist, to his biceps, then to his chest, and see what happens when a composed man cracks. Every desperate cry would be your only confession of his feelings, in a place unfit for sentimentality.

Come morning, he's reminded of how fragile you are. You'd be covered in circular bruises- counting six in each set.

His eyes would soften at the bashful look in your eye, hiding his marking underneath your clothes as you two prepare to venture out again. Time rests for no one, here. He needed to find a way home and bring you with him.

So he pulls up his mask, covers his silvery hair under a cowl. He wraps a warm hand over yours and makes sure you're never separated for too long.

Stanford Pines used to be a gentler soul, and he longed for the day he could be one again, with you.

kiss kiss fall in debt

PUTTING THE "ROT" IN "EROTIC"

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Bill Cipher x Reader - Liar's Light [Chapter 1]

Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Short fic, Pre-Gravity Falls, Existential Crisis lol

You were destruction where he was creation. He was light where you were darkness.

You were two gods, powerful yet alone.

Time and space held no meaning here, in the Nightmare Realm.   This was all you've ever known. You were born in the void, existed within it, and slept within the confines of its emptiness.   Until one day, a bright yellow light entered your life.   He wasn't the first entity to wander into this abyss, but he was the first to greet you with no ill intent. He came one night, in a brilliant blue light, flames licking his frame as he entered into existence, here. A single, dark eye opened before you.  "Where am I?" he asked.  "The Nightmare realm, where all things end," you softly answered.

He tilted his head, his eye crinkling in curiosity, then delight.   "Well, that won't do!"   With a snap of his fingers, the darkness around you warped and shuddered. The darkness gave way to light, then, became filled with life.

Suddenly, the void was filled with stars, planets, moons, and suns. Oceans of them rippled through the sky in waves.

Since then, you stopped feeling so alone.

~~~

Is there a fanfiction tag for friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again?

Concept: Where the reader is an ambiguous void-like, abyssal god who met Bill Cipher in the Nightmare realm. Pre-Gravity Falls timeline!

AAAA I'm so nervous, please be kind! I haven't written fics in years!

The silence was filled with the sounds of life. Illusions of places and things you've never seen before danced all around you. In no time, the void was filled with his jovial voice and your soft laughter.   Bill Cipher never ran out of things to say to fill the silence. Spinning tales and coaxing laughter out of you. He always had something new to share with you. He enjoyed the way you listened with rapt attention as he weaved tale after tale for both of your amusement.   Some days, he'll tell you of a world different than the one you were bound in. A dimension beyond your understanding, full of colors you've yet to see. Full of people who spoke languages you've never heard before. Planets that survive off only one moon, stars that grow and become planets. Worlds that endure despite having collapsing suns, darker nights, and billions of people.   Other days, he'd tell you of his home. But those stories, they never stayed. Those stories escaped you like sand through your fingers. Tragic as they were, your mind would fight to hold onto them. You never understood why, but they always fade as soon as Bill's voice would turn quiet and small. He'd look away and it would be as if the moment never happened.   Sadness didn't fit Bill's bright yellow colors, you thought. You'd spend the rest of eternity making sure he was happy if you had to! It was your silent vow.   ~~~~   Up above, the endless blanket of stars watched as you and Bill sat next to each other.   You held your breath as a golden glow washed across the barren rock around you. From underneath the earth, tendrils of black twirled upwards. They writhed each curling into a small, black bulb.   Bill always had an affinity for creation- or weirdness, as he called it.   Where he breathed life and curiosities into the nightmare realm, you were the abyss that hungrily consumed it all.   You watched with bated breath as the flowers around you swayed gently. Bill watched with an upturned eye as he theatrically flicked his wrist towards the field.   One by one, the bulbs unfurled, blooming into delicate black petals that glistened faintly with impossible colors. You smiled as the last one slowly opened before you.   "Go on, take it, it's yours!"

Yours.   The words echoed in your mind as you reached for a flower. It seemed to sigh and wilt slightly as you plucked it off the ground.   With care, you brushed the pads of your fingers over its petals. It was unlike anything you've seen before.   However, it soon crumbled and turned into ash the moment you touched its stem.

You pulled your hand back as the ash fell through your fingers. Bill plucked another flower from the ground and held it out to you, his single eye crinkled in amusement. He held it close to your face for you to admire.

Something in you melted at the gesture.   Bill brought so much more than life to the Nightmare realm. With him came warmth and laughter.   He told you of impossible futures, dreams, and nightmares beyond the veil of the world you two were in. You shared in his dream of breaching that veil and existing where there was natural light and more people.   He loved to shower you with gifts like this. You happily accepted all of it, cherishing these tiny gestures from a friend.   Like clockwork, you two would meet in this barren little rock you found in the Nightmare realm. Sharing stories and secrets. Mapping out unnamed constellations and writing your name in the stars- sometimes literally!

Bill moved heaven and earth for you, and you reveled in this. Your heart fluttered every time he used his all-seeing eye to describe beautiful places for you. You memorized the way his black hands would cradle stars and move them in the shape of your name in the sky.   You wouldn't trade this for the world, being beside your best friend in a lonely, unforgiving dimension. A part of you hoped Bill felt the same warmth in your chest you felt when he was around.   You didn't realize you would have to give it all up someday.

You'd look back and realize that this was the last gesture of kindness Bill Cipher would show you for a very, very long time.   He disappeared on day, taking all the light with him.   Time mercilessly passed in cold, breathless, silence.   Until one day, he came back.   No longer the same friend you knew before.

Something that deals me psychic damage is when kid Stan is portrayed as trying to make Ford laugh all the time. Trying to distract him from every single bad thing that was going on, to protect him. I mean, they were both always defending and helping each other, but Ford was the one who needed it more, so Stan assumed the role of the protector more often than not and it stuck with him.

Of course, in some cases, like with bullies, there were simple solutions: put up enough of a fight so that they will not bother again. Other stuff is different though. Things like Ford's hands, their parents and other adults in their lives. Here they'd just have to endure it, but Stan would still try to shield him from those as much as possible. And that's achieved by being a well of positivity and hiding his own emotions.

I also feel like Ford would buy it and think that yes, Stan really is just that cheerful and uncaring about all the bad stuff, perhaps willfully ignorant. I think it would start to annoy him a bit. Cause he has always known that his brother isn't stupid, just lazy (at least that's how it looked to him). This would seem like more of that. Him avoiding responsibility and difficulty

Hoo boy, all the typos I gotta fix

Bill Cipher x Bounty Hunter!Reader Concept

Wherein Bill escaped the Theraprism, and Dimension #5150 sends their best bounty hunter after him. YOU!

But none of them ever expected you to fall in love with him.

The Theraprism was a place built to rehabilitate. But with the Great Axolotl's sudden disappearance, a lot of convicts used the opportunity to slip away and disappear. Among them, was the infamous Bill Cipher.

~~~

You pick up his book after finding the last human who read it. Your mind is hungry for information about him- the first ever convict to escape the Theraprism, a space outside of time, a place of redemption.

How evil and powerful do you have to be to escape such a place?

You convince yourself you're reading it to find out where he is. To know the scale of Bill Cipher's crimes. But deep down, you knew better than that.

It was helpful in tracking the triangle down, but also for entertainment.

"Slow days? Why don't you come on over for a drunk at O'Sadley's, my favorite pub in the entire Rock Bottom Asteroid Belt of the Vicious Spiral Nebula! Their "I'm Fine" juice is guaranteed to keep you coming back."

The book entertains you on a boring day.

"Ever think to yourself, mystery reader, what would happen if two warring planets collided in an epic, world-ending display? Ya ever pick up any romance novels? I'm a sucker for Enemies-to-Lovers fics, myself. So I made two planets kiss once, it was COOL! FIXED THEIR LITTLE WAR PROBLEMS TOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

There was a lot of filler pages just filled with "AHAHAHA"s, you noticed.

The contents were indeed disturbing. At least, to a mortal or any normal person. You've seen worse in your line of work, really. But so far, all you saw were funny little stories of mischief and shocking antics. Nothing of a dimension or planet killer.

Perhaps, that was all that he wanted you to see.

"SAY PAL, I KNOW I ASKED YA LIKE A BAJILLION TIMES ALREADY... BUT D'YA WANNA MEET UP FOR A DRINK? I COULD USE A NEW DRINKING BUDDY AFTER THAT LAST ONE GREW A SPINE AND TRIED TO ZAP ME OUT OF EXISTENCE!"

The book spoke to you. Tried to befriend you. You knew deep down it was a ruse, that it was manipulating you. It even asked you to give it some of your blood, once. Ha! No one would ever fall for that. So you decided to take a break from it.

The next time you opened it, the words written there weren't so funny.

"Y'know, I wish I could see the look in your face while you're reading this", the book wrote, its ink fading into splotchy letter.

"Why are you stalling? What's taking so long? Can you really not find me, or is it that...."

A singular, giant eye flashed through the darkened pages of the book, startling you.

"...You're having fun reading my book? You're enjoying my stories, aren't you. Ya sick little freak! We're not so different, you and I."

"You're not as good and moral as you think you are, [REDACTED]."

Upon surrendering the book to the Wardens of the Theraprism, you were tasked with hunting Bill down.

You closed the book after that, heart hammering in your chest. You couldn't look at it for days.

~~~

Shaken yet determined to do your job, you set out after him. It needed to be done, the book was made of lies. The book was made to manipulate the reader.

You needed to do your job, before Bill destroys more lives. You needed to be a Warden, and bring him to justice.

You needed to go back to your monotonous, violent, and bleak life, where all you did was spill blood and-

You needed to find Bill.

He asked you time and time again to have a drink with him.

And you knew just the bar to find him in.

Psst, thanks for reading!

Pitching an idea into the void here. The reader isn't human, still fleshing out what she is. But she is an entity whose SOLE purpose is to be a bounty hunter and warden to the Theraprism.

Wait my headcanon is actually c a n o n

the craziest part about alex releasing that cut bill anatomy page is he would dare give gravity falls fans another orifice to work with