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hi hi! i’m Elizabeth, but you can also call me Beth or Liz. she/her

i mostly write x reader works. fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut. and sometimes stangst. or just gravity falls fics

i tend to write for a fem!reader when it comes to smut, though i also have gn!reader fics too. sometimes i’m unpredictable okay?? maybe i’ll experiment with male reader stuff. no promises tho.

please don’t be rude. i really appreciate kindness and people being respectful. you’re always welcome to send me your headcanons, ideas, imagines or ramble about Ford, Stan, Fiddleford or Bill. i love hearing your thoughts and talking to you!

ask replies live under the #answered asks tag

anons taken: 🌻

reblogs and comments are always appreciated. it's my free serotonin and i cherish them deeply <3

forgive the lowercase :( i write most of my fics on my phone. i try to fix things up for bigger fics sometimes. and sometimes i mess up grammar bc english isn’t my first language

MY FICS

★ STAN & FORD ANGST

what brothers are made of | the river splits but still runs home | to the past, with love (and glitter!) | happy birthday, Stanley. happy birthday, Mabel. | My Love Mine All Mine | me & the devil

★ STAN & FORD X READER

Stan & Ford react when you use your safeword or get hurt during intimacy | Stan & Ford react when you get hurt |

★ STANFORD PINES X READER

not the disaster you think it is |

★ STANLEY PINES X READER

when the pervy old man meets his match | mullet!Stan headcanons | praise that old man, girl! | fem!Stanley x you

★ BILL CIPHER X READER

i asked the stars about you

★ FIDDLEFORD MCGUCKET X READER

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fellas is it gay to cover my entire house with imagery of my muse, the centre of my life, the sun in my galaxy

teehee

Does Bill enjoy extreme temperatures and hunger? Have a wonderful day/evening, toodaloo! ^ ^

vivian-za-determined-luna-moth asked:

+thirst forgot to add that part

my headcanon is that, should he find himself occupying a body that needs food & drink, he finds hunger & thirst are totally ignorable until they're debilitating, so they don't contribute to his "pain is fun."

There's a couple of things we know about Bill in his natural form:

he's "a being of pure energy" (WITH NO WEAKNESSES)

according to Ford, even when Bill's hand is on fire, he's cold to the touch

So my headcanon is that Bill is constantly passively absorbing energy from his environment. Heat, light, electricity—what he gives off as a cute yellow glow is NOTHING compared to how much he's taking in.

(See also: Ford saying that he saw Bill as the sun but now realizes he's a black hole. If I say he absorbs energy then that means his body resembles his personality: you'll get a slight warm glow from him without ever noticing how much energy he sucks out of you.)

And so, because of that?

Heat. Loves heat. Can't get enough heat. The hotter the better. While everyone else is sweating to death and screaming in pain because they accidentally touched a piece of metal that had been left in the sun and crying "WHY GOD WHY WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS FIERY END" Bill's going "would anybody mind if I turn the fan off, I'm a bit chilly" and then not waiting for an answer.

The inside of the Fearamid was so hot, touching the floor/walls with your bare skin would burn. Bad news for the people who tumbled out of the stone throne onto the floor.

Saw his own dimension burned, burned with it, and has needed to keep burning ever since.

On the other hand, Bill can't stand the cold at all.

I ACCEPT ANY AND EVERY HUMAN UNDER CIPHERTOLOGY BY THE WAY IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING

I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR GENDER, SEXUALITY, RACE, AGE, RELATIONSHIPS, OPINIONS, ANYTHING! AT THE END OF THE DAY YOU’LL ALL TASTE THE SAME

I can never leave Tumblr because after years of sporadic therapy utterly failed to even approach the core of my problem some random tumblr user was like “I processed my trauma by writing a 10,000 word work of filthy fanfic erotica” and I was like “fuck it I’ve tried everything else” and now I’m 17 chapters and 20,000 words deep into an unpublishable work of obscenity and after careful literary analysis with one of the Beloved Mutuals I have come to some Terrible Revelations about my childhood and may now continue the process of Healing. Where else am I supposed to get this kind of experience. Who does this. Why are we like this. I’m never leaving. I love y’all.

Ad Infinitum, Prologue [Bill Cipher x Reader]

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

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

Prologue

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

Or something corny like that.

Time and space held no meaning here, in the Nightmare Realm. Really, what could be consider a nap could be the death and birth of many planets. You can't remember the last time a living being graced your part of the void. Then again, no one really liked living near a blackhole like you did. 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.

"Dimension 5150-B," you softly answered.

The nightmare realm's cosmic garbage dump, really. Where all things end.

He tilted his head, his eye crinkling in curiosity, then delight.

"Well, this place sucks. Time to liven it up!"

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. The silence was replaced 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.

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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 one 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.

“denied the catharsis of punishment” is an underappreciated but hugely effective narrative consequence imo 

🔺FOR SCIENCE AND REGRET!🔺

I made these cursed pages for Chapter 5 of Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part [Bill Cipher x Female Reader], a totally normal(!) rom-com where you "accidentally" marry a triangle and now your life is held together with sarcasm, eldritch glitter, and emotional damage lasagna.

Font by: ~ Chloe ~ !!!

Check out the fic here: Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part

Featuring: Poor decision-making, interdimensional marriage drama, passive-aggressive eggplants(?), Ford Pines experiencing seventeen emotions and repressing eighteen, Bill making inappropriate jokes, a reader with morals (not good ones), *cough cough* probably some smut along the way + ROMANCE (questionable)

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