I ACCEPT ANY AND EVERY HUMAN UNDER CIPHERTOLOGY BY THE WAY IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING

I think the fact that Bill did not, in fact, chose Ford is so fucking funny. The sheer amount of coincidences that had to happen for them to meet are astounding. Bill having interacted with the shaman thousands of years before, the area the shaman lived developing into Gravity Falls. Gravity Falls as a place attracting weird things. Ford deciding to study weird things. Ford being a scientist/ having the knowledge and skill to potentially build the portal Bill needs. Ford deciding to summon Bill at all, despite the shaman's warnings!

Like, imagine you're feeling hopeless and your world is literally dying around you and then some guy, who has the potential to solve all your problems AND seems to have stepped out of one of your wet dreams, just HAPPENS to knock on your door, completely unprompted, and go "excuse me, can you help me?" my god, I'd be clingy as hell too!

the stress is getting to him

og colors bc i kinda went crazy on the filters lol

The premise of my fic, Ad Infinitum lmao

Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part [Ch. 9]

(just wanted to share the art I made for this chapter!)

He went quiet.

For once, for real, for painfully long seconds, Bill Cipher had nothing to say.

His aura crackled once, then dimmed, then crackled again like it couldn’t decide whether to explode or implode or just sulk eternally into the breakroom tile. You saw his pupil jitter, the way it always did when something was clawing around behind his ego—a memory maybe, or something worse. It trembled. Flickered. Shifted sideways into symbols. Not words. Not pictures. Just impressions. A series of broken, ancient runes flickering rapid-fire in the lens of him. A hand. A flame. Something flat. He looked like the moment after the explosion—smoke rising, colors wrong, edges too sharp to touch. And you had seen this kind of look before. In mirrors. In others. In yourself, once, on the floor of a stranger’s bathroom while the wallpaper peeled off and the world didn’t. He stared up at you. No tricks. No static smugness. Not even the shrieking gremlin sarcasm he wielded like a chainsaw. Just—quiet. Broken code humming against the tile.

You thought, maybe, if you blinked, he would scatter like light off glass.

But then—

“…You meant it,” he whispered. Not dramatic. Not teasing. Just a single note, cracked.

(Font used: Eregyrn Falls (Bill) <3)

THE HANDS LOOK SO WEIRD THO LMAOOO

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REBLOG IF YOU WISH YOU COULD FORCE A BLADE INTO YOUR GUT AND DISEMBOWEL YOURSELF ONE BY ONE UNTIL YOU HAVE REACHED ETERNAL STATUS; OR IF YOU FUCKING LOVE THE INFINITE GARLIC BREAD AT ALWAYS GARDEN

shit post

Besties 💅✨️💕

Is the seduction hat™ working?