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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.

Doesn’t like the crust on his sandwiches, but will devour an entire skateboard. Okay.

man of science?

6 hour car ride is about to be upon me, anyone got any billford fic recs 👁

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.

HII GUESS WHO JUST SPENT THE LAST HALF HOUR SOBBING BECAUSE I FINISHED WATCHING GRAVITY FALLS, AGAIN

Time to consume all Billgord and fan-made content I come across 👁👁👁👁

Me trying to explain my newest hyperfixation to my normal, neurotypical friends

Therapy's going awful great.

Based on a dream I had a few days ago (I expanded upon it since it was just the first panel and the Axolotl floating around. Also, more excuse to draw Bill lol)

Textless version under da cut:

May or may not finish this.

BUT YA KNOW WHO ELSE IS FINISHING TONIGHT-?

An artpiece for @candycatfalls ' Pin the Old Man Down Day- My new favorite holiday!

THAT’S TUMBLR SEXYMAN 2025 RIGHT THERE. MY UNHINGED PRINCESS MY SHAYLA MY MAN MY BABY..... this man has a criminal record longer than any of ford's dissertations and I LOVE HIM FOR THAT