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✨Chibi Bill Cipher Static and Animated Emotes ✨

✨Emote Names

Static:

1. Smooch

2. Points at you

3. Croding

4. Shaking

5. Blushies

6. Suck ‘em

Animated:

1. Let the world burn

2. Bill Feral

。*゜+。(Ｏ*’v`*)。+゜

something stupid

a/n: well, I thought about it a bit and I think I'll try to write my ideas for bill cipher x reader, I love him so much, I can't wait to get his book ^^ (sorry if my english is wrong, it's not my native language, and I'm terrible at handwriting too)

warning: bill is the trigger itself, cringe, a little g0re, stalker

summary: bill can't say the words "I love you", so how does he show his love?

— Bill hates saying the words “I love you”, instead he prefers to hand you a bouquet made of guts, you don't know if they're made of human guts or... anyway, it definitely doesn't matter what they're made of, right?

— Bill hates saying the words “I love you”, instead he prefers to sing karaoke with you while you are both completely drunk.

— Bill hates saying the words “I love you”, instead he prefers to say stupid and some even silly pick-up lines, like:

“Do you come here often? what a coincidence, me too! Did you know that?" you two are in your house.

— Bill hates saying the words “I love you”, instead he prefers to ask how your day was, even though he already knows what it was like because he’s been stalking you all day. You can't blame him for enjoying hearing your voice!

— Bill hates saying the words “I love you”, instead he prefers to own rats and use them to spell your name on the door of his house, it’s cute in a way, but it’s extremely stressful to get all those dead rats out and he knows it.

— Bill hates saying the words “I love you”, instead he prefers to watch you sleep at dawn, he listens to your breathing and the beautiful beating of your heart, but don’t worry! He doesn’t do anything to you while you sleep… every now and then you wake up with a pen scratch on your face, lucky for you that pens aren’t permanent.

— Bill hates saying the words “I love you”, instead he prefers to spoil you and at the same time be spoiled (most of the time he prefers to be spoiled), this triangle is pure need juice, he is just a pre-teen.

— Bill hates saying the words "I love you", it's a stupid and idiotic phrase that humans invented, but sometimes he can't help but feel the urge to say something stupid like: I love you.

a/n: yes i made this based on the song "something stupid" let me be a stupid cringe

Finally I finished painting the figure...yaaay...it took me a couple of days to paint but it was difficult but I'm glad it's finished

you can’t just say oral fixation and not elaborate on it 😭 please please please share more

Okay so..... Technically, the term 'oral fixation' relates to a Freudian theory about blah blah blah it's Freud so really, who cares. But it relates to a significant interest or fixation around the mouth, or the positioning of the mouth as 'the pleasure centre'.

Typically, it relates to the individual using their mouth/putting things in it, and I do think that Ford has a bit of an individual oral fixation himself (smoking, biting his nails/fingers). But in this instance, I mean that Ford enjoys watching other people's mouths.

I have this hc that his eyes are often drawn to people's mouths when they speak (I do this too, and for me it's about processing the audio?? not sure if anyone else gets that too idk) so he sort of just does it automatically. But it means he notices little things with much more detail: when someone he's interested in bites their lip, when they lick their lips, licking their fingers etc etc. Ford picks up on it and lasers in, because he just.... likes watching it.

Personally, the scenario I was talking about in that last ask ages ago was born out of this weird thing I tend to do: I fucking love the sensation of sucking on things, rolling things around my mouth, rubbing my tongue over things etc. Lollies, sweets, ice-creams, just anything I can work my tongue in and around is 11/10 for me. I'm not sure why, but I really enjoy the sensation and have come to learn that it looks like I'm giving various food stuffs a blow job. I didn't realise that was how it looked, however that's apparently the case.

So anyway, I thought about his partner doing it in front of Ford and again, not really noticing that it might look a certain way to some people. But Ford always watches your mouth when he can get away with it, especially when you're eating something like a lolly or whatever, and so he picks up on it immediately.

And you have no idea. You don't intend for it to be sexy (in this instance), you're just enjoying an ice-lolly on the porch of the house, on a hot summers day. It isn't until you notice how quiet Ford is, until you glance at him out of the corner of your eye and note how his gaze is straight up burning into your mouth, that you realise he's actually really, really into this. Ford doesn't even notice you noticing him.

He's way too caught up with watching you.

So, once you've worked it out, you decide to put on a bit of a show with it. You let yourself work your tongue around the length of the ice-lolly, suck the tip of it, let it rest against your lower lip etc. Bonus points if you just take the whole thing down into your mouth btw (I 'deep throated' a rowntree fruit ice lolly at my office job once bc I forgot where I was and I like the sensation, and it doesn't register as being a sexual motion to me, maybe bc I'm ace idk) and Ford just watches in absolute silence. Raptured. Full attention given.

Until he asks, slightly strangled, "do you have to eat it like that?" and you, who has never done anything wrong in your life and is virtuous and perfectly innocent thank you very much, is like "who, me?"

Ford says "who else? you're treating that thing like it's taken you to dinner and a movie," and you laugh because boy, he really does share his brother's eloquence at times.

"I'm not doing anything," you tell him with a shrug, but Ford vehemently disagrees.

"You're going to kill me if you keep that up," Ford insists; there's a sheen of sweat on his forehead and a flush on his cheeks that definitely isn't from the sun's rays, and his eyes are still locked onto where you rest the end of the ice-lolly against your lower lip.

You part your mouth a little and press the tip of your tongue to the dull edge of the ice, and you hear Ford breathe in sharply. "I'm going to have a heart attack and die," he goes on after a moment, voice distant and rough. "You really ought to think of my wellbeing...."

And you smirk, your mouth curving around the top of the lolly, and you tap the treat against your lower lip once, twice, three times. It's wet, as is the skin there, and it makes a devilish sound on its gentle impact, and you watch as Ford's brow twitches.

"But I'm enjoying myself," you tell him quite honestly, looking up at him through your lashes with a pout. You lave your tongue about the tip of it, circling it slowly, and smile. It's hardly subtle, but you're not in the mood to care about tact right now; it's too hot out here for that and you both know that the house is empty this afternoon. Everyone else is out. Which means there's ample opportunity to enjoy one another without fear of being interrupted. Subtlety isn't needed in this moment.

But Ford's never been patient and he struggles with subtlety anyway, so the moment you make the motion, you see his decision solidify behind his eyes and he stands up from his lawn chair so quickly that he almost topples you out of your own.

"I can think of at least thirteen other things you could pick from to enjoy yourself with," he says simply, and then he's hauling you up out of your chair and dragging you back towards the house while you laugh your head off over his desperation.

saw this one and immediately knew what I had to do

Me @ Dr Stanford Pines Ph.Ds

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

HEYA, THE NAME’S BILL CIPHER, BUT YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT DIDN’T YOU?

YOU MISSED ME RIGHT? ADMIT IT, YOU MISSED ME. BUT YOU MAY BE WONDERING ‘BUT BILL, HOW ARE YOU HERE? AREN’T YOU IN PRISON? YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO CONTACT ANYONE.’

WELL SURPRISE, SURPRISE, THE OL’ FRILLY SHMUCK IN THE SKY GAVE ME A SECOND CHANCE. AGAIN. SOMETHING ABOUT HOW THEY’D NEVER SEEN ME SO MOTIVATED FOR THERAPY THAN WHEN I WAS WORKING ON MY LITTLE DIARY~! SAID THAT I THRIVE ON ATTENTION AND THAT MAYBE IF I HAD A LITTLE MORE OF IT, I’D ACTUALLY LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM THIS HUNK A’ JUNK PLACE.

HA! WISHFUL THINKING IF YOU ASK ME! BUT I WON’T TURN DOWN THE CHANCE TO MANIPULA— I MEAN TALK TO YOU LOVELY FLESH GOBLINS ABOUT— THE HUNDREDS OF ORGANS PULSING AND OOZING INSIDE OF YOU AT ALL TIMES, WHAT YOUR DEEPEST DESIRES ARE, THE EXACT TIME AND DATE OF YOUR DEATH, PALMOLOGY, OR WHAT YOUR FAVORITE SPORTS TEAM IS, GIMME A HOLLER!

AND IF YOU’RE FEELING EXTRA FRISKY, MAYBE WE CAN EVEN MAKE A DEAL~

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Hello little humans, this is the axolotl. I have given Bill this blog as a way to amends within himself and with all of you. I’d like to keep his words true, but from the blue I ask of you to take precaution. This notion is under my lock and key to prevent setting him free. Follow these rules to keep this blog in motion:

1. Keep your horrors in the deep, no pedo, incest, or other creeps

2. Do not spam or clog the ask box as this blog is not yours to hog

3. Remember there is life behind these lines, attacking it would not be wise

And please, try not upset Bill, we’ve had to replace walls and supplies and section off other patients as it will. Thank you for taking the time to listen to my rhyme.

He's still adjusting.

PUTTING THE "ROT" IN "EROTIC"

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