Let’s Break It All

mindscape talks

Ok but they didn't know this

would be their last time on the swing set together. Like, of course, they were talking about their future and how things would change soon. But "soon" didn't mean "tomorrow", or at least it wasn't supposed to. They thought they still had time. And even when Ford would eventually leave for university, he'd still be in contact with his family and his brother, so of course they would still come to their favorite hang out spot, if only for old time's sake. (A thing a lot of people seem to forget is that Ford very much didn't want Stan out of his life before the science fair. I don't think he even considered something like this a possibility, because why would he?)

There's something so profoundly sad about someone visiting their childhood favorite place for the last time without knowing it. But to think about how for the brothers it was not them having fun, or chatting or looking at the sea like they always used to. It was them talking about their futures (which had just recently become futures —plural instead of future —singular) that would very soon tear them apart, so much more than they thought it would.

my 2 pieces for the @gfwayfaringstrangerszine​!

i absolutely loved working on these, & i have individual prints up here and here ♡

Bill Cipher Masterlist

Misplaced Sentimentality

Done With Him (still love him though)

Bill making excuses to hang out (ramble)

Randomly Showing Him Affection

Drunk Bill Cipher Phone Call

Clingy Bill Cipher

When You Leave (ramble)

Fight (angst?)

Fight part 2

Bill Cipher Meltdown (ramble)

Drunk Bill Cipher

Visit

Visit part 2

Vacation

Mortal (angst)

Traitors

Bill possessing you (ramble)

You Knew Bill?!

Not Nice

Appreciated

Motorcyclist of the Apocalypse

Motorcyclist of the Apocalypse (ramble)

Jealous Bill Cipher

With Goth Reader (hc's)

Positive Attention (ramble)

Cuteness Aggression (ramble)

Hand Holding (ramble kinda)

Reader Being Jealous of Ford

Cute Librarian (concept)

With a More Powerful Reader (ramble)

Horror Movie

Unicorn Hair Orb (concept)

Star Signs

General Romantic hc's

Hotter as a Triangle (small ramble)

God of Chaos Reader

Random ramble (ramble)

Two for One Deal (ramble)

Househusband Bill Cipher

Bill x Trans Male Reader (comfort hc's)

Lucid Dreamer (concept)

Sick Day

Sick Day Part 2

Comforting Bill (hc's)

At the Fair

Grilled Cheese

Reader From His Dimension (ramble)

Art

Different hat

Long Series

Chapter One

AO3 link

Damn they got me here

Voting Ford because I'm loyal but that sexy, scrawny, sickly scientist on the left makes me wanna MMSBJDSJ

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.

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

*✧･ﾟ: ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──*✧･ﾟ: ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──*✧･ﾟ: ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──✧*

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.

made this ages ago and never finished, but I hate that so much work is in my drafts so maybe someone should see it.

I learned a ton after this, like key framing, I was mostly using ibis paint so that wasn't available. Maybe I could fix it up one day, but probably not. Got too ambitious I guess

Imagine post-therapy Bill being assigned by the cosmic forces to stay with you for reasons unknown.... I have this specific scene in my head where you sit outside in the middle of a midnight snow storm and the wind is whipping but the snowflakes are huge and puffy and somehow everything seems calm in the middle of all this chaos and-

He turns to look at you, half buried in snow and under all your layers, the snowflakes lulling to flutter down gently around you... And usually his first bubbling instinct would be to flip a gasket and ruin any semblance of... whatever this sappy nonsense is, but there's something in him, painful and fresh, and yet desperately longing, There's such an innocence to all this, an innocence that seems accidental and should be inconsequential, but... It reminds him of him. Small, wide eyed, blearily looking up at the unbridled beauty that was the stars above. It still hurts, it aches and stabs and you're here looking too, and there's someone here who sees this that isn't him and finally, finally he's not alone in this and-

He tears up, and you don't see.