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I miss them
When you catch your crush after a library run
It's 'bout that time to post this! :D Here's my #billdipss25 for @ericaisdelusional !
I always love doing high school AUs, so I was happy to see it as a prompt ^-^
Thanks to everyone for putting the Secret Santa together, it's always a pleasure! <3
My contribution to @billdipss2025
It's been a pleasure to be your Secret Santa, @roboticspacecase !
Prompts: Aquarium Christmas lights date (Image 1) and bundled up together/cozy by the fire (Image 2)
THIS IS MY SECRET SANTA GIFT FOR @cosmicfig !!! THEY ARE GAY AND IN THE MAFIA YOUR HONOUR!! in opposite gangs >:3 so they're rivals also uwu (and listen listen i'm sure eventually they could become enemies to lovers :3c ) Like... imagine they're happening upon each other at a seedy bar... very atmosphere... very jazz music... YAY

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BILLDIP SECRET SANTA 2025
Listen. Is it hella late. Yes. BUT. Even so, we will do our best to carry @billdip-paradise-blog ‘s mantle this year!!!! And that includes taking their rules and format I hope that’s okay TT
Rules:
1. Do not speak of your giftee until you gift!
2. Do not post the gift until the decreed date!
3. If you can’t finish your gift let us know ASAP, same for extension. If we get radio silence past the last check in deadline, a back up will be used 4. SFW only ! Please use your discretion for any grey areas.
5. hashtag: #billdipSS25
6. If you have any questions about the giftee/giftee wish list, send us the question and we will ask on your behalf.
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1. Create a wishlist of minimum 3 ideas. This can be as vague as AUs/tropes or as specific as prompts. You can even chainlink AUs/prompts/tropes if you have specific requests in mind.
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5. You will post to tumblr, discord, or both! And tagging your giftee where appropriate. Feel free to of course post elsewhere as well.
At the end of the event, all fanfics/fanworks will be shown here! In addition, we plan to make an ao3 collection. If you don't want your work on this blog or the collection, please reach out to @eyelovewater or @infinitehyperfixation, or send us an ask here. Happy Billdipping!
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wow. very helpful. thanks for your input
Hey guys! Here's my BillDip Secret Santa 2024 contribution for
@eyelovewater
Hope you like and I wish everyone Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Here's my secret Santa gift for @suikamelony !! It was such a fun prompt to work with, and such an honor to get to write something for one of my favorite Billdip artists! 😊
Hope everyone is having a happy holiday season! May any sorrow in your heart be lifted and replaced with warm and fuzzies 💜
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Deafening silence pooled between when Dipper had launched himself over the couch and into the closet, and when he finally let out a shaky breath.
A loud, sudden banging had startled him onto his feet, disrupting the puzzle session he had set out to spend his Saturday doing. It had been going well. So well, in fact, that it had become dark outside. A five-thousand piece puzzle sat nearly done on the coffee table, ready for the last few hundred pieces to be slotted together. It would never get done before midnight if he stayed bunched up against his coats any longer.
Still, though, he had no desire to peek out and see what had caused something in his kitchen to come out of the cupboard and fall onto the floor.
Logically, he had just put something in there in an unstable position, and it took its time falling. Thinking of realistic answers usually helped cut his anxiety down enough for him to settle his nerves. But this time it didn’t stop his brain from coming up with all sorts of other ideas.
How could something fall when he was always so careful to place things neatly? And when was the last time he had even done the dishes? Could something sit for over a day in an unstable position? What if some wild animal had gotten into the house, and he’d have to spend his night chasing it to either capture it or usher it out a window? Had some stranger gotten into his apartment through the back window, even though he lived on the second floor? There weren’t any weapons in the closet, he would have to find some way to get to either his room or the kitchen without being seen.
“Okay, okay, stop thinking yourself into a spiral, none of that is happening right now.” Dipper forced a gulp of air into his lungs and held it for two seconds before slowly letting it out. “Gotta bring back logic, Dipper. Now, think; Have I heard any new noise since the banging?” Carefully, he pressed his ear to the closet door. His rapid heartbeat nearly washed out everything else, but he managed to hear the usual nightlife of his neighbors and the birds outside. “No new noise. So then… Something just fell. Right. Nothing to worry about, just gravity doing its thing.”
He gulped and gripped the doorknob. It creaked and whined as he pried it open, making his face twist into a grimace. He’d have to find some oil for those hinges.
Dipper took several shaky steps out of the closet, his head whipping left and right. The soft yellow light coming from the lamp in the corner kept away just enough shadows for him to see the whole room. The coast was clear in the living room.
“Gotta check the kitchen now. Easy. Totally… Not scary.” With another deep breath, Dipper marched through the archway onto the cool tile, cursing his dislike of overhead lights. His curtains were at least pulled open, and the sun hadn’t gone down enough to make the place pitch black. It was still plenty dark, though.
Nothing out of the ordinary caught his eye, aside from the metal mixing bowl that had fallen from the cupboard next to the dishwasher.
“I guess… I guess it just fell on its own. Totally a normal thing to happen. Not spooky at all.” Dipper shuffled forward, hitting the light on his way over to pick up the bowl. “I should just be thankful it wasn’t anything glass. That would have been a nightmare to pick up.”
He gave the bowl a rinse in the sink, drying it carefully with a dishtowel before putting it back where it belonged. That time, he made sure it sat further back on the shelf.
“Right then. That’s dealt with,” Dipper said as he smacked his damp hands together. “There’s nothing to be scared of, and I can get back to my-”
Click.
Darkness fell over Dipper. If the light in the living room hadn’t still shined through the entryway, he would have thought the power went out. But no. Just the kitchen light had turned off. And he could see that a burnt out bulb wasn’t the cause. The light switch had gone down. On its own.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he squeaked. Dipper’s mouth ran dry and his hand flew up to his chest as if it could still his pounding heart. “I must’ve flicked the switch too fast. It didn’t go up all the way and… Gravity is just really trying to get under my skin today. Nothing else.”
His weak knees were carried off by panicked feet, leaping and bounding to the switch to flip it back up. Light once more filled the room, and Dipper let out a relieved sigh.
Paranoia wouldn’t be getting the best of him that night.
Getting back into the puzzle would keep his mind busy enough to ignore any more strange coincidences, so that was what he set to do.
“No panic attacks tonight. Just me, my puzzle, and a lot more light than I was working with a minute ago. I’m totally fine.” As he sat down, Dipper let out another sigh, relaxing his shoulders and setting his eyes on the loose pieces.
The colorful garden image in front of him had been the reason he picked the puzzle. That and the piece count. Anything that posed a challenge was the perfect way to keep his brain working while he wasn’t busy with his job.
Minutes ticked by, pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and Dipper’s adrenaline had settled down enough to let him exist with his hobby peacefully. The awful, short string of events faded to the background of his mind, blocked by the red bushes of roses that all looked the same. Some would find looking at the same four, red pieces for twenty minutes boring. Dipper, however, happily hummed a random tune he had heard Mabel listening to last time they hung out while his brain worked over where each of them went.
His intense stare-down broke when a gentle thumping noise broke its way into his thoughts.
Dipper froze, keeping his eyes down at the table. That came from the closet he had hid in earlier. There were only coats and a few boxes filled with old books stored there. None of those could be the cause of a repetitive noise.
Goosebumps clawed their way over his back and down his arms, forcing every hair on his body to stand. His reinvigorated pulse sent a wave of heat up to his face, warming his ears and filling them with a rush of blood that thrummed in time with the mysterious noise.
With no logical explanation to fall back on, Dipper stayed motionless while his lungs went into overdrive and his vision blurred. His phone sat heavy in his pocket, reminding him that he could call Mabel at a moment’s notice to ask to go stay at her place for the night. But that would require grabbing shoes and his keys. Where even were his car keys? Probably next to his bed. Which meant he would have to get up and get closer to the closet.
Whatever had crept in there could pop out and grab him. Or it could get angry if he got too close. Dipper knew that there couldn’t actually be anything in there. Noise or not, nothing could have made its way in there since he had snuck out of it. His anxiety wasn’t about to let him chance it, though.
The neighbor right next to him had been nice the few times he met him. A single guy, around his age, that had been living there for a few years. Would it be weird if he asked to hang out so late? Dipper remembered that the man mentioned being a night owl, saying that he often stayed up to watch movies or do some sort of arts and crafts. Maybe he would have some better insight to the old building and could help calm Dipper down with some explanations for the noises and faulty light switches.
Dipper swallowed the lump that had settled in his throat and then quietly sucked in a deep breath. His slippers were next to the door, ready for him to jam his feet into them and bolt outside to his neighbor’s. The guy—Bill, he was pretty sure had been his name—did say that he could come to him if he needed anything when they first met. Surely he wouldn’t mind a bit of company? Maybe they could share a good laugh over Dipper’s panic.
It took a few moments to work up the courage to move, but when Dipper finally got his muscles fired up, he got up so fast that it made his head spin. That didn’t stop him from hurrying over to the front door and working his slippers on, though.
“Just gotta get some fresh air and laugh this off,” he chuckled nervously to himself as his shaking hands fiddled with the handle.
Despite not wanting to look at the closet, Dipper’s terrified mind forced him to make sure nothing was about to come charging at him from it.
The handle jostled slightly in time with the thumping. Something had to be right behind the flimsy wood, building the tension like some sick predator wanting to scare its meal before hunting it down. Dipper watched in horror as the banging slowed, and the door popped open just enough for him to see inside of it.
Pure, inky blackness stared back at him, and for a moment, he could have sworn he saw the shadows bleed onto the wall next to it.
Dipper didn’t give it a chance to get any closer. He took his rush of adrenaline and used it to throw open the front door and bolt out of there, slamming it shut behind him. His journey to the neighbor’s took him no more than ten seconds, and yet when he stopped on the welcome mat, Dipper had to catch his breath.
Not wanting to alarm the man, Dipper knocked as casually as possible, hoping that he wasn’t waking him up.
It didn’t take long before the blond answered the door with a raised eyebrow.
“Hey there. A bit late for a visit, don’t you think? Are you alright?”
Dipper let out an awkward laugh, trying not to let his eyes dart back to his front door. “Totally fine. I mean, y’know, still getting used to this place and all, but totally fine. Just thought that maybe, uh, maybe you’d like to… Catch up? I know you said you’re usually up late, and I was too, so I thought maybe we could sit and talk and get to like, know each other a bit better?”
His unsure words did Dipper no favors as he tried to pretend not to be terrified of his own shadow that the hallway light cast.
Bill laughed and opened his door more, showing Dipper inside. “Now is as good as ever, I suppose. You’re more than welcome to come in and chat. Actually, this is perfect timing. I just made snacks for a movie marathon. There’s hot popcorn, some mini sandwiches, and lots of different chips set out in front of the couch. Help yourself.”
Dipper wanted to hide the relief on his face, but he couldn’t manage to do it as he stepped in the other apartment. “Thanks. I don’t know how snacky I feel right now, but I appreciate it.” He walked over to the couch with Bill, settling in against the black leather with a content sigh.
“So, four months hasn’t been enough for you to feel at home yet? It only took me one, since I got all of my things put away so fast.” Bill dropped himself onto the spot next to Dipper. “Have you not finished getting all of your stuff unpacked yet?”
The walls could hardly be seen through all the strange, intricate tapestries and knick-knacks pinned and hung in the place. Every inch of the place had some black, gold, or bits of red covering it. Dipper’s eyes strained if he looked at any of it for too long, almost as though his mind couldn’t comprehend the specifics of the designs or symbols.
“Uh, n--no. I mean, yes, I got it all unpacked. It’s just… New.” He looked down at his hands in his lap. “I’ve been so used to living with family, it’s been weird living on my own. That and this place seems…” Dipper bit his lip, wondering if his new friend would make fun of him for thinking there was some sort of ghost or ghoul haunting the place.
“Haunted as fuck?” Bill snorted. “Yeah, I had a feeling you would ask about that.” He grabbed a soda from the table, ignoring the other snacks. “It’s just old as fuck. I think these apartments were built in the fifties? They’ve been a bit upgraded since then, of course, but I’ve heard enough creaks, moans, groans, and whiney pipes to know that it should probably be torn down and rebuilt from the ground up. Not that these people would ever pay for that, but it would be smart.”
Dipper laughed, the heated weight on his shoulders sliding off in an instant. Right. An old building and his mind playing tricks on him. That was all that scared him out of his apartment, because what else could it be? Some angry spirit? A demon? He nearly laughed again at the very idea.
“Ah, that’s honestly a relief to hear. I won’t lie, I maybe sorta got a little spooked tonight while working on my puzzle.” He caught himself a second too late, cringing from the mention of his boring hobby. “I-I just noticed a few weird things happen in a row. And I could’ve sworn that something…”
“Something…?” Bill prompted, seeming as if he was fine with ignoring the mention of Dipper doing a puzzle.
“I dunno,” Dipper shrugged. “I guess I got too in my own head from it all. I like to think there’s stuff out there that science can’t explain, but knowing that this building is just old makes me realize I probably should get out a little more if my brain is going to make up a bunch of spooky stuff.” Another awkward laugh forced its way out. The more he calmed down, the more silly he realized he must’ve looked to Bill. The man would probably think he was some crazy neighbor that he’d have to learn to avoid.
A wide, dazzling smile spread on the blond’s lips as he casually threw his arm up on the back of the couch. “Well, I’m always around if you ever want to step away from your puzzles and biting your nails to say hello. Or, you can watch a few movies with me. I work from home, so it’s no bother to me if you wanna stop in randomly.” He handed Dipper the drink he had yet to open, wiggling a little closer. “You’re the most interesting person to move into this place in a long time. It’s mostly just old people and angry women with little dogs that never shut up.”
Dipper couldn’t help but smile as well as Bill spoke. Their close proximity didn’t bother him, though he did begin to wonder if Bill realized just how suggestive he had become.
“I’ll have to take you up on that sometime. I do like watching movies.” The drink in his hand fizzled, and he blinked at the open tab. Had he done that without thinking? Or did Bill open it for him and he somehow missed it?
His head must’ve been really shaken up to completely miss something like that.
“Perfect! I was about to binge some Disney classics. That should be help get your mind off of all the spooky stuff pretty quickly.” Bill grabbed another drink for himself, setting the bowl of popcorn in the small space left between them. “There’s plenty, so don’t be afraid to dig in.”
Dipper hummed, taking a sip of the soda and trying to let himself fully relax into the couch. “Thanks. You’re really sweet to let me join in on your movie night.”
Bill waved his free hand at him. “Think nothing of it. Movie nights are always more fun with someone else.”
As the first movie started to play, Dipper’s eyes wandered down to the snacks on the table. There were a lot for just one person. Maybe Bill had been planning to stay up all night. Or he didn’t like the idea of running out of snacks and having to get up to make more.
Whatever the logical cause of the abundant snacks was, Dipper didn’t want to let any more thought-spirals keep him from enjoying his night. He and Bill would get to know each other while watching fun, cute movies, and he would have a nice neighbor to go to whenever he needed time away from his own thoughts. Mabel had always told him to make friends that weren’t just on the computer, so hanging out with Bill would be a good thing.
Dipper just hoped that his mind would stop playing tricks on him so that he didn’t always run to Bill out of fear. The other would no doubt get sick of babying him whenever something went bump in the night. Though, knowing weird noises were common for that place would make it a bit easier to not be so jumpy. And buying more lights wouldn’t hurt, either.
Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas everyone!
Another year, another Billdip Secret Santa hosted by the amazing @billdip-paradise-blog / @ayrivynne ! This time I get to UNO Reverse @roboticspacecase ! My favourite Billdip fanfic writer and for me also the best one out there! I hope you like it!
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yes my bill design changes every time I draw him no I do not gaf
Unfortunately I am still stuck in 2015 🫡
This wasn't my idea.
I just drew what I remembered seeing somewhere.
Suits, am I right?
You should write Nun Dipper and Demon Bill trying to tempt Dipper into gay kissing (This is not a request, but a demand bozo)
Fine, fine, I'll write something
Stepping out to get fresh air had always been a way for Dipper to calm himself after a long day. Sleep never had been a close friend, so walking the temple grounds in the cool night air helped pass the time.
He had grown up there and knew every rock and twig on his path, easily stepping over them while keeping his back straight and head held high. Dipper enjoyed not having to think about every step he took. It gave him time to work through some of the problems his people had brought to him, which often had to do with their crops taking their sweet time coming in.
They could do plenty of things to help themselves, but with the school in town being no better than a few bookshelves with an old, loud librarian, it was up to him and his family to help them. Dipper took pride in his work in the temple, and having the time to think about it all made the following day easier to get through.
Of course, that time only helped when he was alone.
"Hey, Pine Tree," a voice echoed through the trees. "Didn't think you'd come out so early. Normally, you give laying in bed a shot for at least a few hours."
Dipper waved a hand at the empty path in front of him, still walking forward at his even pace. "I didn't want to bother with that tonight. I have too much to think about, and lying in that stuffy room with the sound of my sister snoring down the hall never helps."
"Ooh, I see. Someone's mind is busy tonight, then?" A faint, yellow glow flickered behind one of the trees up ahead. "I could take a peek in your head and help sort it out! I've always been a master of puzzles. Or, I could just take your place tomorrow and help them face-to-face! Bet they'd love to see me!"
"All are welcome in the temple if you embrace our teachings. So, it might be a bit hard for you to saunter in." Dipper stopped walking, watching the dim light grow stronger. "And we both know that I have no interest in letting you into my head."
A suave, neatly dressed man stepped out from behind a tree, the glow from before completely disappearing as he did. His yellow suit had such a stark contrast to the dark trees, however, that Dipper always assumed he made the thing out of whatever made the light. "You still don't want to let me in? It's been years, Pine Tree. How long is it going to take for you to realize what they're selling you is bogus? Everyone knows that what I've got is the real way to live life."
Dipper rolled his eyes. "You know as well as I do that your tricks aren't going to work on me. We've been over this, like, a million times, Bill. You're more than welcome to spend time with me, though. Maybe some of the true meanings of life will start to rub off on you."
The demon walked right up to Dipper, standing less than a foot away from him. "I like the sound of rubbing you off." He wiggled his eyebrows, earning a groan from Dipper.
"You know that's not what I meant."
"Isn't it, though?" Bill lifted a hand, his black, leather glove softly tracing over Dipper's cheek. "I see the way you look at the human shape I take," he said in a low, rumbling voice. "How could I not notice, when every time we're together, your heart rate picks up and your holy eyes wander to my lips?"
"That's not true." Dipper's voice came out strained, though he held his unimpressed expression. Bill's eyes were locked onto his, no doubt looking for the slightest flicker of interest in his words. "I don't look at specific parts of your fake body on purpose. Sometimes I just happen to look there."
The shrill laugh that came from the demon bounced off the trees, scaring a few birds away. "Don't you know that lying is a sin, my little Pine Tree? I can see the want in your eyes." Bill pressed their noses together, his skin hot like the fiery pits he had crawled out of. "You might think your thoughts are pure, but you're still just a soul trapped in an animal's body. That meat suit you're wearing chooses what it wants, and right now, it's begging you to kiss me."
Every word the demon spoke brought with it his warm breath. It fell over Dipper's lips and cheeks like a warm blanket, his cinnamon and lemon scent inviting him to dive underneath to wait out the chilly night.
"Part of being a nun of the temple is learning to restrain any sinful whims of the flesh. I'm an adult, and therefore have already gone through the training needed to easily refuse you." Dipper's lips had gone dry, but he dared not lick them while Bill was so close.
Bill hummed, once more using his hand to stroke Dipper's cheek. "That's such a shame," he sang softly. "You've been stubborn for so long, it almost makes me believe you. But I know you, Pine Tree. I know you better than you know yourself. And I know that you're smart enough to see through all the lies that temple tells you." The demon leaned forward, nearly closing the tiny gap between their lips. He pulled back at the last second, his sharp grin filling his face. "You'll see one day. You'll all see."
With room to breathe, Dipper let out a sigh. The heat that had filled his cheeks remained, warming him more than the thick robe he had thrown on. "Well, if you're done being tempting and cryptic, then would you like to join me for the rest of my walk? I believe it's my turn to try and tempt you. Into joining the temple, of course."
The demon's grin somehow grew wider. "Of course, of course. The usual, then."
He moved beside Dipper and the two began to walk, the demon managing to whistle a tune while also humming and speaking. Each note lingered for longer than what Dipper thought could be possible, but then again, demon magic never did make much sense to him.
"Alright, your turn to tempt me, then. Go on, my Holy Savior, get on with it." Bill's intense gaze stayed on Dipper while they walked, the demon effortlessly stepping over any obstacle without turning his head. Perhaps he had also grown used to that path.
"Tonight, I'll tempt you with silence. Keep your mind clear and listen to the world around us." Dipper glanced over at Bill just in time to see the scowl on the blond's face. "I know, it sounds boring. But trust me. Sometimes hearing the gifts of nature we've been given by our god can help remind us that we are treasured by him."
Bill gave an exaggerated eye roll. "Fine, whatever. I'll listen to the birds and the bees. Even though you won't let me demonstrate them."
They both chuckled at that, then fell into silence.
Dipper had no idea how many more years the demon intended to try and tempt him, or even how long he would stick around that night. But he did know that walking next to Bill in the shaded moonlight, listening to the rustling of the leaves and the quiet wildlife, had been better than walking alone.

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BillDip Secret Santa 2024
WE LIIIIIVE ONCE MORE! Our ressurection! Once more just as last year if we get at least 10 people to participate the event goes forth!
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Rules:
*I will message you when I see your entry so you know Tumblr did not eat your message. If you do not receive a message by me from my main acc within a few days please resubmit your entry* 1. Do not reveal who you are assigned to until the day the gifts are revealed. 2. Do not post your gift until the assigned days 3. You must complete your gift. If for some reason you are unable to, contact me ASAP either through this blog or my main @ayrivynne so I can get a backup gifter. If you need an extension, please contact me ASAP 4. If you know you won’t be able to post your gift at all inform me ASAP, I don’t enjoy having people wait forever for their gifts due to previous events. 5. To ensure everyone has a partner and feels comfortable, there WILL NOT be any NSFW content allowed since I know not everyone is able to create NSFW content 6. The hashtag will be #billdipSS24
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HOW TO JOIN:
1. Please create a wishlist of 3-5 ideas for your gifter. It’s hard for someone to gift you something with no idea of what to create. I will not take anyone that does not send a wishlist, you will not be added.
2. Send your wishlist to the blog either through an ask or submission. Be sure to not be anonymous. I won’t be able to assign you to anyone without knowing who you are.
3. Tell me what you are able to give (art only, writing only, both). Please list what you can draw/write and what you will not draw/write so you can be assigned to a person properly.
4. Are you able to be a back up gifter? Back up gifters will be informed ASAP and given an extra month to complete the gift. This is optional!
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DEADLINES:
Last Day to join: October 6th Assignments given: October 7th-8th Gift Reveal: December 23rd- January 4th
How you will get your assigned person:
I will sort all of you into categories of art only, writing only, or both. This makes step 3 really important. I will individually message you all with your person’s wishlist. (I will be messaging you through my main acc and not through the blog since I am unable to do so)
If you have any other questions, please don’t be afraid to ask. I will update this with any other information if needed.
@ravenclue-art said: Billdip, enjoying a cocktail/chilling on the beach maybe?
I love doodling them ;w;