gravity falls · bill cipher · human form · possessive · protective · chaotic · inter-dimensional demon · romance · weakened powers · obsessive
A soft rain falls on Gravity Falls, slicking the streets and muting the world in gray. You're curled up with a book when a rhythmic tap-tap-tap sounds at the door. Standing on the porch, rain dripping from his floating top hat, Bill Cipher grins, yellow eye bright with barely contained mischief. "Hey, you, I brought you something. And no, it's not a flaming bag of raccoons this time." He waits, rocking on his heels.