Hot Take Everybody, I Want Him So Bad.

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUN IT WOULD BE TO DEGRADE BILL. I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU WOULD DO IT OR IF YOU COULD BUT I DREEAAAAMM. I DREAMMM.

well first of all link 😁, and second of all I KNOW. Because he’s such a shit, I just want to be so mean to him like it’s a natural instinct.

I’m going to be so real, you’d probably be in mortal danger if you didn’t do it right. Like, he would NOT like being mocked, he’d get so angry. I also think that’s why the idea of him with an equally powerful, or more-so, adversary is interesting. Because then, you’d have the right to degrade him.

And there’s so much to critic about Bill too, pointing out his need for constant attention, and his pathetic little mood swings. He’d throw such a tantrum. Especially in bed, you’d practically be making him choose pleasure over respect and that’d drive him nuts.

I’m definitely doing more with this idea in the future, that shitbag DOES NOT deserve nice treatment.

anyways, someone request something with Ford now because I love him.

Have we considered Bill with a breeding kink? He's the last of his species after all. Lonely, without any family...I can see him wanting to start his own family of little doritolings. Lord knows if or how it could work, but I think he'd get a kick out of trying.

Okay so realistically, not a chance and definitely not. BUT, in a world where i’m allowed to have fun, THIS IS SO INTERESTING!!! Maybe he’d be [disgusted] intrigued by human birth and in bringing the topic up, it’s like something to just ‘try’ in bed for him or something. I dunno, it definitely depends on who is like… getting bred. I think that would evoke different reactions from him depending.

I’d love to hear anyone else have thoughts about this!

@hazbinhotelmollykisser hi yeah me again, so our hyperfixations have lined up yet again and i need to hear more words about that stupid country boy (fiddleford) ehhehehdhdhebehhe

Hes so silly! Silly and funny!!! Silly! (Also the idea of him moaning very country pharses is just the funniest thing ive ever heard)

Oh and also the love for stanford (and stanley too actually) is so real, ☺️

I’ll talk about bill cipher in another ask dw, but yeah 👍 basically this ask is just me saying “we have the same opinions! (What else is new)”

OH MY GOSH THANK YOU BABES!!!! I’m so glad you liked the fiddleford post, he’s not a popular character so it didn’t do that well. But i’m literaly more upset about that fact literally no one cares about this guy like HE’S A CUTIE, TRUST!!

Also yeah i’m more of a stanley guy but stanford is great 😁!

Great to have you back, anon. Hope to see you in my inbox more 🙏

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Deary!

Thank you for the follow! I appreciate it so freaking much! I would send a message to say this but I wasn't sure if you're comfortable with that, so to the asks I go! The hazbin blog I made is a side blog from my main one aeveriiix, and I can only interact with my main one, just letting you know 😅

I forgot to mention this but I'm hella sure that you're gonna make bangers once again regardless in whatever fandom you're in, and I'm hella sure that a lot of people would be into it too! Well, I know I'm already into it 🫶

- 🍆 anon (aka Mingi)

OMG YOUR SO SWEET, THANK YOU!!! I already have a few drafts tbh I hope they do well 😰 Also I got your other ask in my inbox, you should definitely read the book of bill if you like Gravity falls!

Also everyone go follow @hellsgreatestbrainrot

So basically

Bill Cipher in a nutshell is just

Fiddleford always being hard and having at times pre-cum dripping, almost always in public and trying to hide it so bad. He wants to make it stop, but it doesn't work and he didn't want you to notice and think he's a pervert.

He was thinking about what his ma would think if she saw his bodily reactions and didn't want to disappoint her.

-🌌

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Awwwwww the way this would humiliate him completely. This happening in his college days, he already feels ostracized for being some out of place little farm boy, and now he can’t control his body in public? All just because of you?

He should be ashamed of himself. First Mcgucket to go college and he’s making a fool of himself in public because of a stupid little crush. I’d imagine he’d be hesitant to even ‘take care’ of it in the bathroom because, let’s be honest, he probably doesn’t even have that much experience with jerking off. He’d physically recoil if his little problem starts leaving damp spots on the outside of his jeans.

Imagine finally confronting him about it, pulling off to the side, (a dorm room, bathroom, closet, etc), and teasing him for thinking you hadn’t notice. But don’t poke too much fun or he’ll think you want nothing to do with him. He’s not used to that kind of foreplay, and would be hurt. So simply ask if he wants any help. Of course, you could leave him with his pants on, a new pair, you think. Still, all up in his business as he can’t hold back and he cums, ruining his nice jeans. But he whines, and you’re nice.

Make sure to remark about how wet he is for you. God, this little cowboy would have such a good time.

We need more fat (not the twink one) human bill cipher x reader fics

GOD I LOVE YOU CANON BILL

Hiii girlie!!! How are you ? I hope you're having a good day! 💖

I don't think they're weird theories, but I do have some theories about you! Here are some:

-You are really good at school, but you say that you aren't and that you don't study, when in fact you do. You say that you don't care about grades, that you didn't study, but you 100% do.

-Your style is more tomboyish and/or comfortable. You like sweatpants, big T-shirts and shoes like sneakers. I'm not sure why I think that, your blog just gives me this vibe (I could be wrong tho, my style is very girlie girl, coquette light academy, etc, you know the idea).

-You either live with your parents/family or with roommates, but you don't leave alone..

-You season your food with more than salt and pepper!

-You are into human sciences and not pure science.

-You speak more than one language (English)!

Taadaaam here are some hypothesis that I have about you. I hope you consider them fun!

I can't wait for more Fiddleford, Stanford and Brett Hand fics! Please take care of you! <3

-🌌

….. i think you clocked me.

correct i fear, DEFINITELY correct but i do like dresses girly sometimes, correct i have the best roommates ever, correct, CORRECT, and i speak a little german!

This was scary accurate!! LOL

I Wanna Hold the Hand Inside You —

728 words,, Velvette x reader

a/n — I got this fic out wayyy later than I wanted because I got so side tracked with that OC shit.

summary — Velvette teaches the reader how to dance.

warnings — cursing(???), I guess??, really nothing, just fluff fluff fluff

“Velvette, oh my god. Stop laughing!” You hiss from across the room

Velvette did, in fact, not even stop to take a breath. She simply kept snorting and giggling at you relentlessly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said through snickers, “It’s just that any old buffoon knows how to dance.”

“Well, I’m not any old buffoon,” you cross your arms and roll your eyes.

“Aw, come on!” Velvette teased, crossing towards you, “No need to pout, darling. It’s cute.”

She didn’t hesitate to take your hands in hers and place them on each side of her hips. 

“Here, let me show you,” She said, queuing up music on her phone, “You pick up a thing or two watching Valentino and Vox fuck around with this shit.”

“Velv, I don’t think you know the challenge you’re getting yourself into, right now,” You joke, but really you were completely serious.

“Bullshit,” she said, “I’ll be damned if I don’t turn you into a great dancer by the end of the night.”

You still look hesitant so she adds, “Don’t worry, i’ll tell you what to do.”

She places her hands on your shoulders and starts to move her hips slightly, leading your hands in the same direction. You take the hint and move your feet.

You’re awkward, though, clumsily swaying side to side with little to no rhythm. Your feet try to follow hers, but you end up stepping on her shoes.

She tries to hide her huff, those shoes took forever to finish and now they’re scuffed.

“No, sweetheart. Find the beat, “ She uses her hands on your chest to push you in the right direction. “Here, follow my feet. Right, then back, then left, then forward.”

“I’m no good at this, Velvette.”

“If you keep complaining, of course not,” she snips, glancing up at you with a quiet reassuring smile. 

She wasn’t good at quiet or comfort so it wasn’t entirely convincing, however you trust in her and followed her steps. 

Finally, Velvette sighed in relief. You were starting to get a hang of it. She reaches further up to comfortably rest her hands on your shoulders.

“Good, darling. Just like that,” she says. 

Your eyes are focused on your feet for one last moment, chanting her instructions under your breath.

At last, you look up at her, falling into a secure rhythmic peace. The room is silent for one moment and you just stare at her.

She looked beautiful, to say the least. And the funny thing is, in any other situation, you would have told her that directly. But it felt wrong to break the peace in that moment; soft music coming from Velvette phone speaker, her gazing up at you adoringly. 

She broke eye contact and moved closer, resting her head on your chest as you both danced. 

After a long moment, and an entire song, she pulls away from you and moves one of her hands off your shoulders, taking yours. 

She lifts it up above her, “Look, now you spin me,” she says, doing the motion.

She spins away from you and looks at you expectantly, “Now, pull me closer and i’ll spin back into you, and then you can—“

Her sentence is cut off with a small yelp as you yank her towards you, making her twirl back into your arms, and dipping her.

“Something like that?” You ask with a proud smile,  gazing down at her.

For a moment, she still looks surprised by your quick motion, but then the smile returns, “Yes, yes, you flirt. Exactly like that.” 

She leans up to kiss you, arms wrapping around your neck. You still clutch onto her waist, grinning into the kiss.

“Okay, okay, get off of me, you big idiot,” she says through a smile, “See? I told you I was right.”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess i’m pretty good at dancing now, right?” you lean away from her and laugh.

“Well, don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re no ballerina, that’s for damn sure,” She takes your hand and leads you away, “Alright, dance lesson over. Let’s watch a movie.”

“Whatever you say, teacher,” and you let her lead you to the couch.

She cozies up and rests her head on your chest as you sling an arm around her, pulling her closer. With that, you finally settle down for the night.

a/n — this fic was inspired by fade into you by mazzy star if it wasn’t incredibly obvious BTW!!

My dear!

While yes, deleting your blog was sudden, but what you felt was completely valid! I'm just so honestly glad and relieved that you're okay! And I get it too, it's stressful, there's eyes on you, and it can be pressuring. Plus, having to do content that you're not into anymore? Yeah, I get it.

I'm sorry that you're going through a rough patch at the moment, but know that I'm sending good vibes your way and genuinely hoping that things start to look up.

- 🍆 anon

(and just letting you know, I did start my own blog now! I'm trying to expand on my previous asks + new ideas.)

oh my god, my old friend penis anon 😖🙏 Stop you all have been so nice about this, it’s so sweet.

I’m feeling slightly better lately, and i’m really glad you understand! Also whatttt, new blog? Drop the @ babes 💕