Hello! I’m looking to roleplay billdip again! I love this paring and the things you can do with them. I have plots but I would love to hear yours! Please
But if your are 18+ and you are interested, you can interact with this, or message me !!
Elf Dipper from an RP my friend and I are doing. He’s just a lil guy :p
Him!!
Okay. So once again I’ve been sucked back into this ship and I have some plots I really want to play out. So..I was wondering if anyone was interested?? I only have three rules- no one line replies, be at least some what active (I know life gets in the way sometimes) and MUST BE OVER 18!!! I DO NOT RP WITH MINORS. NO EXCEPTIONS!!!
I rp here or on discord. Like this or message me if your interested! 
Hello friends! Once again I am lookin for someone or roleplay with! Specifically Drarry! I have plots but I’m totally open to hearing your ideas! I have no limits (smut friendly) that being said,
I’m sorry I just don’t rp with minors. But if you are not a minor and do want to rp, you can message me here or add me on discord: kirb#9947
Okay! Hi! So I just rewatched most of adventure time and distant lands and now I really want to do a gumlee rp. I have a few plots but I’m open to others. BUT ONLY 18+ PEOPLE!!! I DONT RP WITH MINORS!!! If your interested, interact with this, or message me!
Hello friends! Once again I am lookin for someone or roleplay with! Specifically Drarry! I have plots but I’m totally open to hearing your ideas! I have no limits (smut friendly) that being said,
I’m sorry I just don’t rp with minors. But if you are not a minor and do want to rp, you can message me here or add me on discord: kirb#9947
[Image description: Two photographs by photographer Matias Alonso Revelli. Both photos depict a sliver of a red crescent moon, half covered by the peaking waves of the ocean. End description.]
Okay. So once again I’ve been sucked back into this ship and I have some plots I really want to play out. So..I was wondering if anyone was interested?? I only have three rules- no one line replies, be at least some what active (I know life gets in the way sometimes) and MUST BE OVER 18!!! I DO NOT RP WITH MINORS. NO EXCEPTIONS!!!
I rp here or on discord. Like this or message me if your interested! 
Hello friends! Once again I am lookin for someone or roleplay with! Specifically Drarry! I have plots but I’m totally open to hearing your ideas! I have no limits (smut friendly) that being said,
I’m sorry I just don’t rp with minors. But if you are not a minor and do want to rp, you can message me here or add me on discord: kirb#9947
Bill Cipher was a pretty well known mob boss. Well known to all but his boyfriend. Dipper Pines. The light of his life. Bill had managed to keep his status as a mob boss a secret from his lover for their whole relationship. He intended to keep it that way.
He knew if Dipper knew what he really did for a living he would be in danger. He didn’t want that for him. Bill just wanted him to be happy. And he would do anything to do that.
But for now, he had a collection to make. But it wasn’t going how he wanted it to. He thought would be quick. But even with his “client.” Tied to a chair and already a mess of broken fingers and a barely recognizable face, he was getting no where.
He held a crow bar in his hands, ready to swing when he felt his phone vibrate. He stopped and pulled it from his pocket. A message from Dipper was in his notification bar.
‘Where are you? Did you forget we had plans?’
Bill’s eyes went wide. Shit. He lost track of time. Again. He shoved his phone into his pocket and tossed the crow bar to the floor.
“Finish this.” He said simply.
“What?” One of his men asked.
“Get my shit. And finish this. Are you that fucking dumb?!” He said, voice raised and very irritated.
The men nodded and one went to grab the discarded crow bar off the floor while Bill walked off.
He had wipes and a clean shirt in his car so he could get rid of any evidence that might allude to his activities. That being said, he cleaned himself off and quickly changed before speeding down the road.
He started adjusting the equipment. “The rope will catch you so you won’t fall all the way down the wall. Then someone can come help you get back on the ground. But don’t worry, these walls aren’t very challenging. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He assured him.
“Good to know I won’t die.” Bill hummed. That was kinda the last thing he wanted right now. “Ready?”
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t let you die.” He teased. “I’ve been ready, let’s go.” He took his hand to lead him over to a beginner wall.
Bill followed after him. This was way out of his comfort zone. But it made Dipper happy so he didn’t mind.
Dipper hooked Bill up to the rope before hooking himself up. “There’s no way for you to actually fall and hit the floor hard. The rope will catch you first. Worst case scenario, you’ll just hit the wall hard but that’s not too terrible.” He grabbed the wall. “This part is pretty self-explanatory.”
Bill nodded. “Yeah. I got that part.” He replied as he grabbed the wall. It didn’t look hard. Bill wasn’t weak either. In his line of work, he couldn’t be. He’d be fine.
Hello friends! Once again I am lookin for someone or roleplay with! Specifically Drarry! I have plots but I’m totally open to hearing your ideas! I have no limits (smut friendly) that being said,
I’m sorry I just don’t rp with minors. But if you are not a minor and do want to rp, you can message me here or add me on discord: kirb#9947
Bill Cipher was a pretty well known mob boss. Well known to all but his boyfriend. Dipper Pines. The light of his life. Bill had managed to keep his status as a mob boss a secret from his lover for their whole relationship. He intended to keep it that way.
He knew if Dipper knew what he really did for a living he would be in danger. He didn’t want that for him. Bill just wanted him to be happy. And he would do anything to do that.
But for now, he had a collection to make. But it wasn’t going how he wanted it to. He thought would be quick. But even with his “client.” Tied to a chair and already a mess of broken fingers and a barely recognizable face, he was getting no where.
He held a crow bar in his hands, ready to swing when he felt his phone vibrate. He stopped and pulled it from his pocket. A message from Dipper was in his notification bar.
‘Where are you? Did you forget we had plans?’
Bill’s eyes went wide. Shit. He lost track of time. Again. He shoved his phone into his pocket and tossed the crow bar to the floor.
“Finish this.” He said simply.
“What?” One of his men asked.
“Get my shit. And finish this. Are you that fucking dumb?!” He said, voice raised and very irritated.
The men nodded and one went to grab the discarded crow bar off the floor while Bill walked off.
He had wipes and a clean shirt in his car so he could get rid of any evidence that might allude to his activities. That being said, he cleaned himself off and quickly changed before speeding down the road.
He started adjusting the equipment. “The rope will catch you so you won’t fall all the way down the wall. Then someone can come help you get back on the ground. But don’t worry, these walls aren’t very challenging. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He assured him.
“Good to know I won’t die.” Bill hummed. That was kinda the last thing he wanted right now. “Ready?”
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t let you die.” He teased. “I’ve been ready, let’s go.” He took his hand to lead him over to a beginner wall.
Bill followed after him. This was way out of his comfort zone. But it made Dipper happy so he didn’t mind.
Bill Cipher was a pretty well known mob boss. Well known to all but his boyfriend. Dipper Pines. The light of his life. Bill had managed to keep his status as a mob boss a secret from his lover for their whole relationship. He intended to keep it that way.
He knew if Dipper knew what he really did for a living he would be in danger. He didn’t want that for him. Bill just wanted him to be happy. And he would do anything to do that.
But for now, he had a collection to make. But it wasn’t going how he wanted it to. He thought would be quick. But even with his “client.” Tied to a chair and already a mess of broken fingers and a barely recognizable face, he was getting no where.
He held a crow bar in his hands, ready to swing when he felt his phone vibrate. He stopped and pulled it from his pocket. A message from Dipper was in his notification bar.
‘Where are you? Did you forget we had plans?’
Bill’s eyes went wide. Shit. He lost track of time. Again. He shoved his phone into his pocket and tossed the crow bar to the floor.
“Finish this.” He said simply.
“What?” One of his men asked.
“Get my shit. And finish this. Are you that fucking dumb?!” He said, voice raised and very irritated.
The men nodded and one went to grab the discarded crow bar off the floor while Bill walked off.
He had wipes and a clean shirt in his car so he could get rid of any evidence that might allude to his activities. That being said, he cleaned himself off and quickly changed before speeding down the road.
He started adjusting the equipment. “The rope will catch you so you won’t fall all the way down the wall. Then someone can come help you get back on the ground. But don’t worry, these walls aren’t very challenging. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He assured him.
“Good to know I won’t die.” Bill hummed. That was kinda the last thing he wanted right now. “Ready?”
Hello! I’m looking to roleplay billdip again! I love this paring and the things you can do with them. I have plots but I would love to hear yours! Please
But if your are 18+ and you are interested, you can interact with this, or message me !!
Stanford Pines had disappeared 10 years ago under mysterious circumstances. Some said his supernatural adventures finally caught up with him. Others said he might have gotten lost in the vast wilderness. Still more said perhaps he got into trouble with some of his more illicit contacts. Either way, there hadn’t been a trace of the man. But it was rumored he had a hidden lab where he was working on something groundbreaking. And Dipper had finally found his great uncle’s secret lab.
It had taken over a year to go through all his grunkle’s things to figure out where the lab was. It was deep in the woods close to their home, right under everyone’s feet. He activated the secret lever and the entrance was revealed to him. He climbed down into the lab, looking around curiously at all the old, dusty equipment. What he was not expecting was a giant tube with a person in it. He started looking around the lab for an answer of who the person was and how to free them.
“Alright. Then uh, do you wanna help me go through the lab? Maybe we can find something about you.” He suggested again. The other seemed disoriented. “Or do you want to rest a bit?”
Bill thought about it for a second before nodded. “I’ll help you look.” He said, stretching.
Bill Cipher was a pretty well known mob boss. Well known to all but his boyfriend. Dipper Pines. The light of his life. Bill had managed to keep his status as a mob boss a secret from his lover for their whole relationship. He intended to keep it that way.
He knew if Dipper knew what he really did for a living he would be in danger. He didn’t want that for him. Bill just wanted him to be happy. And he would do anything to do that.
But for now, he had a collection to make. But it wasn’t going how he wanted it to. He thought would be quick. But even with his “client.” Tied to a chair and already a mess of broken fingers and a barely recognizable face, he was getting no where.
He held a crow bar in his hands, ready to swing when he felt his phone vibrate. He stopped and pulled it from his pocket. A message from Dipper was in his notification bar.
‘Where are you? Did you forget we had plans?’
Bill’s eyes went wide. Shit. He lost track of time. Again. He shoved his phone into his pocket and tossed the crow bar to the floor.
“Finish this.” He said simply.
“What?” One of his men asked.
“Get my shit. And finish this. Are you that fucking dumb?!” He said, voice raised and very irritated.
The men nodded and one went to grab the discarded crow bar off the floor while Bill walked off.
He had wipes and a clean shirt in his car so he could get rid of any evidence that might allude to his activities. That being said, he cleaned himself off and quickly changed before speeding down the road.
“Sounds good. That’ll be $40.” Mike said, already grabbing the gear for the pair. “Is your boyfriend gonna need help with the gear?” He asked Dipper.
“I’ve got it.” Dipper said.
Bill said nothing but he took out his card. He was guessing Dipper did this often. Oddly enough that was fitting.
Mike took the card and checked them out. Then he pulled off the gear for Dipper and Bill, handing it over. “Don’t mess up the gear.” He joked.
“What, you don’t trust me by now?” Dipper laughed, taking the gear.
Bill followed after Dipper. “How long have you known him?” He asked. He had probably seen him in pictures Dipper has shown him but he couldn’t remember.
“A few years. We met when he joined the track team in college.” He said. He started with his gear before moving on to Bill. “Just pull this part up over your pants and I’ll adjust it for you.”
Bill nodded and did as he was told. “Okay, go a head.” He said. “How hurt am I going to be if I fall?” He asked.
Stanford Pines had disappeared 10 years ago under mysterious circumstances. Some said his supernatural adventures finally caught up with him. Others said he might have gotten lost in the vast wilderness. Still more said perhaps he got into trouble with some of his more illicit contacts. Either way, there hadn’t been a trace of the man. But it was rumored he had a hidden lab where he was working on something groundbreaking. And Dipper had finally found his great uncle’s secret lab.
It had taken over a year to go through all his grunkle’s things to figure out where the lab was. It was deep in the woods close to their home, right under everyone’s feet. He activated the secret lever and the entrance was revealed to him. He climbed down into the lab, looking around curiously at all the old, dusty equipment. What he was not expecting was a giant tube with a person in it. He started looking around the lab for an answer of who the person was and how to free them.
C1p43r- the first perfect human. Had had been created and woken up once. But after that there was nothing. He was put back to sleep and left there. He was lanky with flowing hair. His nails looked like claws from not being attended to. He was suspended in the fetal position, doomed to sleep till someone found him.
No tests or data was around. It was like he was half finished. He wasn’t a human but he could pass for one. He was artificial. You would have to be to be able to be alive after ten years of sleep.
He frowned at the lack of information he could find on the strange human. He glanced at the tube again, looking around. Well, he might as well let them out, maybe they knew something about what happened. He found a button on the tube and pressed it.
The liquid he was preserved in started to drain, causing Bill to stir. He was startled for a second. Why was he awake? The last thing he remembered was being put to sleep. He looked around till he met with someone he didn’t recognize. He put a hand to the glass, pushing it open.
Dipper went up to the tube to help. “Hey. Uh, do you have a name?” He asked, offering a hand. Something would have to be done about those nails but first he had to make sure this person was okay.
No looked at Dipper curiously. He looked like the older man. They had the same nose and the eyes looked the same. But it wasn’t him. “Where the old man?” He asked, refusing Dipper’s hand. He didn’t even think about the question dipper asked. He wasn’t sure if he had one or not.
“He’s gone. He disappeared 10 years ago. I’m his great-nephew.” Dipper said. He must have been talking about Ford, at least that was his assumption. “So, can you tell me if you had a name?”
“I don’t know.” He said. He didn’t remember much. It’s been ten years since he last was awake? That was a surprise for sure.
“That’s okay. We’ll do some looking around to see if we can find out. I didn’t find anything initially but maybe I missed something.” He shrugged. “Uh, do you eat? I’ve got some food and water in my backpack.”
“I don’t think so.” Bill mumbled, glancing around the lab. He didn’t trust Dipper. But he also didn’t know anything. The last thing he remembered was being forced back into the tube then nothing.
