Ask and dares (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/308027261-ask-and-dares?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=jellycreeps666&wp_originator=NvnxI3BNJROp6NqHfdpHCIG%2BUoPF6YYW8w5cVtWkgjd2QKcHa7pB9%2FLSmTnpK9OT4JRbQYey5iqQ53M6ruWPDJLvzpe6GCNyAANkaeFbgu3lAZCZ9R00T6QrDNrNDwJy This is something I'm doing with billdip, willdip, killdip, and my gravity falls OC's Jackie x Bee

Y’all know from my reverse! Wirt Headcanons that I was gonna do one for Wirt in Fight! Falls

So here we go

He’s Wirt, but more emo and dark

His favorite poet/writer is Edgar Ellen Poe no doubt

His poems are constantly about death, nightmares, forests, ‘beasts’, and all that good stuff

Even Kill is kinda creeped out from them

He’s much more quiet and serious than regular and reverse Wirt

Like he barely talks

I’m talking a few yes’s and no’s and maybe a sentence or two each day like Ferb (Phineas & Ferb) shit

He wears much more darker colors and a lot more black

He has the classic e-boy aesthetic: dark t-shirts with a long sleeve under it, tight black ripped pants, occasionally dark camo pants instead, black plain turtleneck long sleeves, black long sleeves with a white collar

He has dark eyeliner and eyeshadow, a chain or two on his pants, maybe the occasional ring that has a skull or looks like a vine with leaves, a cross necklace or cross earrings, one bar earring on one ear.

He is a True Neutral. No one is more neutral than him. He cares about Kill, Tyrone, Gregory, Fight! Mabel and all of the rest too much. If you hurt them, he kills you. But otherwise you’re okay. He’s not going to get in a fight they’re (Kill, Gregory, Tyrone etc.) in unless they’re seriously injured.

He’s the peacemaker of the group and prevents them from all getting killed/caught by the police from their crazy schemes.

But not like peacemaker and prevents them from getting killed in a motherly, ‘don’t do that again way’

But more like *loads gun* “God damnit you little shits you know, I was having a good day why do I keep saving you little fuckers”….

A few hours later, currently shoveling dirt over the body: Seriously I should just let the cops get you by now, I was having a real good fucking day until you bitches had the audacity to ask me to help you AGAIN especially after since you still own me a favor after I saved your asses from the FBI last time….”

But everyone knows including him that he would kill himself before giving up them.

He regularly has a weapon on him. Some kind of weapon. A small gun, pocketknife, taser. And no, not several weapons and it’s that meme where it takes him forever to unload said weapons from his body (that’s Fight! Mabel and Tyrone, definitely) but the meme where he’ll a pull a weapon from somewhere that’s physically impossible to have one.

He regularly has to knock one of the twins (or both of them, in some cases) out to prevent them from following Kill into some crazy-ass suicidal plan.

If you need a body hidden or someone poisoned, he’s your guy. No one knows how Wirt knows so many poisons and ways to hide a body.

He’s very sarcastic and officially Tired With Everybody’s Shit™️

He has the miraculous ability to pass out on command, watch *his head proceeds to slam down on a table as he goes unconscious*

He needs approximately a gallon of coffee each morning to stay awake (no one knows how he’s still alive)

When was the last time he’s ate or drank water? No one also knows! (Seriously Fucking Kill is considering bringing this man to the doctor)

He’s a Fucking Cryptid™️

Does he sleep? No one knows!

This man needs help.

In a situation where him and the Gang is in prison or a dungeon or something he’ll suddenly pull a knife out of no where and he’s like, “Well no time like the present for a suicide pact, am I right guys?”

He isn’t suicidal. He would be, but 1) he doesn’t want everyone on Earth to suffer with Kill and the twins unleashing their chaos with no restraint such as him and 2) his family really didn’t like him that much and kinda thought he was gonna end himself so now he has to live just to spite them.

And he has to take care of Gregory of course.

And he likes Tyrone and Kill, so there’s that too.

But seriously how is this man still alive?!?!!!?????

Also in addition: He’s the dom of whatever relationship: pinescone, cipherpinescone, ciphercone

And I know that seems unrealistic because Kill is the most violent and aggressive of the three Ciphers but also: he’s a sadomasochist, and Wirt is constantly tired of his shit.

He’s always wearing steel-toe boots, high tops or doc martens.

Anyways, like the last one, reblog/reply with any headcanons of your own!

First time making some Killdip also FYI the real reason i have requests up is to practice the new style XD hair is being a fish O_O

I hope you like it anon!!!

"Only me kid. Your eyes are mine."

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"Why, of all things, are we doing this?" Dipper mumbled, looking away from the demon in front of him. 

When they both went to a motel, they had immediately started to kiss, before Kill had stopped, and dragged them to the bed. Dipper expected them to just have sex, like always, but the Guardian found it surprising when all that happened was Kill taking his hoodie and shirt off, and pulling the brunette into the red head's lap, straddling him. 

 "Shut up," Kill grumbled, hands ghosting over Dipper's bare chest. Every part of the Guardian's chest wasn't left untouched. Dipper let out a breathy moan as Kill continued to touch him. "If you actually want an answer to that though, then here's your answer." Kill's hands rested on Dipper's waist before going down to his hips. He leaned forward, lips close to the Guardian's left ear. "I can do whatever I want with you." The demon's gloves hands roamed up Dipper's torso, his long fingers dancing across the brunette's chest. "Let's not forget about the other occasions where you begged for this, Guardian," Kill scowled, though Dipper couldn't see. 

Dipper whined, fidgeting slightly in Kill's lap. He didn't like how Kill was talking about him, but god damn did he find it hot. Kill leaned back, his scowl disappearing. "Don't question me like that again," he huffed. Rolling his red eyes, he met Dipper's gaze, lips curling up in a smirk. "If you have something to say, I suggest you say it now otherwise I'm not going to let you say anything else for the rest of the night~." Kill's fingers started to tweak Dipper's nipples, pinching it slightly, enjoying the gasp and moan from his partner. 

 "Just.." Dipper paused, grabbing Kill's hands and bringing it away from his chest. "You aren't like this." Dipper said in a monotone. "Always more rough and not.. I don't know, loving?" Kill had intertwined their fingers while Dipper was talking, and was rubbing his thumb against the Guardian's hand. 

"Stop thinking so hard about it. You're going to cause that pretty brain of yours to short circuit," the demon sneered. Letting go of Dipper's hand, Kill bit the tip of his glove, and removed his hand from the glove. Doing the same with his other hand, he slipped the pair of gloves into a pocket dimension. Kill ran his hands up Dipper's sides, up until he got to the Guardian's pits. His hands went to the brunette's biceps, pushing Dipper's arms up. Kill's hands went up to the man's hands, before bringing their arms down.

"Why are you.." Dipper was cut off by Kill kissing him, first starting off soft and slow, before becoming more rough, the kiss ending up with more teeth. 

 Pulling back, Dipper looked around the room, before resting his forehead on Kill's shoulder. 'Why is he just acting like this, it makes sense..' He thought, shutting his eyes. He shook his head. Dipper felt more confused than ever, and he didn't feel like having sex with Kill. Not right now, anyways. He was too confused. "If it's okay with you, could we just. Not have sex today?" He murmured, fingers messing with Kill's waistcoat.