Me trying to explain my newest hyperfixation to my normal, neurotypical friends
Anyone else not care if a character is “redeemable” even a little. Either they get better or they die terrible. I am not Anubis, weighing their hearts against a feather. I wanna see what else they can do and how they can grow or change or even get worse. Stop asking me if a character can be forgiven. I don’t care.
LIL SOMETHIN SOMETHIN FOR YA 👀 SHIPPING WILL START ON THE 23Rd!!!!
The premise of my fic, Ad Infinitum lmao
Don't ask what this school assignment is for
Stanford really went for 12 PhDs just to find a moment to brag and tell someone he has a PhD for every finger he had.
Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Short fic, Pre-Gravity Falls, Existential Crisis lol
You were destruction where he was creation. He was light where you were darkness.
You were two gods, powerful yet alone.
Time and space held no meaning here, in the Nightmare Realm.
This was all you've ever known. You were born in the void, existed within it, and slept within the confines of its emptiness.
Until one day, a bright yellow light entered your life.
He wasn't the first entity to wander into this abyss, but he was the first to greet you with no ill intent. He came one night, in a brilliant blue light, flames licking his frame as he entered into existence, here. A single, dark eye opened before you.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"The Nightmare realm, where all things end," you softly answered.
He tilted his head, his eye crinkling in curiosity, then delight.
"Well, that won't do!"
With a snap of his fingers, the darkness around you warped and shuddered. The darkness gave way to light, then, became filled with life.
Suddenly, the void was filled with stars, planets, moons, and suns. Oceans of them rippled through the sky in waves.
Since then, you stopped feeling so alone.
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Concept: Where the reader is an ambiguous void-like, abyssal god who met Bill Cipher in the Nightmare realm. Pre-Gravity Falls timeline!
AAAA I'm so nervous, please be kind! I haven't written fics in years!
The silence was filled with the sounds of life. Illusions of places and things you've never seen before danced all around you. In no time, the void was filled with his jovial voice and your soft laughter.
Bill Cipher never ran out of things to say to fill the silence. Spinning tales and coaxing laughter out of you. He always had something new to share with you. He enjoyed the way you listened with rapt attention as he weaved tale after tale for both of your amusement.
Some days, he'll tell you of a world different than the one you were bound in. A dimension beyond your understanding, full of colors you've yet to see. Full of people who spoke languages you've never heard before. Planets that survive off only one moon, stars that grow and become planets. Worlds that endure despite having collapsing suns, darker nights, and billions of people.
Other days, he'd tell you of his home.
But those stories, they never stayed.
Those stories escaped you like sand through your fingers. Tragic as they were, your mind would fight to hold onto them. You never understood why, but they always fade as soon as Bill's voice would turn quiet and small. He'd look away and it would be as if the moment never happened.
Sadness didn't fit Bill's bright yellow colors, you thought. You'd spend the rest of eternity making sure he was happy if you had to!
It was your silent vow.
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Up above, the endless blanket of stars watched as you and Bill sat next to each other.
You held your breath as a golden glow washed across the barren rock around you. From underneath the earth, tendrils of black twirled upwards. They writhed each curling into a small, black bulb.
Bill always had an affinity for creation- or weirdness, as he called it.
Where he breathed life and curiosities into the nightmare realm, you were the abyss that hungrily consumed it all.
You watched with bated breath as the flowers around you swayed gently. Bill watched with an upturned eye as he theatrically flicked his wrist towards the field.
One by one, the bulbs unfurled, blooming into delicate black petals that glistened faintly with impossible colors. You smiled as the last one slowly opened before you.
"Go on, take it, it's yours!"
Yours.
The words echoed in your mind as you reached for a flower. It seemed to sigh and wilt slightly as you plucked it off the ground.
With care, you brushed the pads of your fingers over its petals. It was unlike anything you've seen before.
However, it soon crumbled and turned into ash the moment you touched its stem.
You pulled your hand back as the ash fell through your fingers. Bill plucked another flower from the ground and held it out to you, his single eye crinkled in amusement. He held it close to your face for you to admire.
Something in you melted at the gesture.
Bill brought so much more than life to the Nightmare realm. With him came warmth and laughter.
He told you of impossible futures, dreams, and nightmares beyond the veil of the world you two were in. You shared in his dream of breaching that veil and existing where there was natural light and more people.
He loved to shower you with gifts like this. You happily accepted all of it, cherishing these tiny gestures from a friend.
Like clockwork, you two would meet in this barren little rock you found in the Nightmare realm. Sharing stories and secrets. Mapping out unnamed constellations and writing your name in the stars- sometimes literally!
Bill moved heaven and earth for you, and you reveled in this. Your heart fluttered every time he used his all-seeing eye to describe beautiful places for you. You memorized the way his black hands would cradle stars and move them in the shape of your name in the sky.
You wouldn't trade this for the world, being beside your best friend in a lonely, unforgiving dimension. A part of you hoped Bill felt the same warmth in your chest you felt when he was around.
You didn't realize you would have to give it all up someday.
You'd look back and realize that this was the last gesture of kindness Bill Cipher would show you for a very, very long time.
He disappeared on day, taking all the light with him.
Time mercilessly passed in cold, breathless, silence.
Until one day, he came back.
No longer the same friend you knew before.
Just a small little thing inspired by me drawing a bunch of Bills in my sketchbook. (A small interaction which I thought would become a full fic but I just couldn't think of anything else)
It was muscle memory the way your pencil scratched across the paper. You were hardly paying attention as you finished drawing Bill's bowtie for like the 10th time in the past minute. "Enough already! Sheesh!" Speak of the devil. The triangle blinked into existence behind you, snapping you out of your self-induced trance. "Look, I love blind adoration as much as the next guy." Bill hovered in front of you, poking your forehead. "But it's getting old, seeing your long face popping up when I'm trying to spy on people." Oh, right. "I forgot you could do that," was your defense. Bill rolled his eye, "Yeah. So quit it!" "Sorry, it just... helps? It's better than just staring at a blank paper for hours on end," you explained with a shrug.
I can never leave Tumblr because after years of sporadic therapy utterly failed to even approach the core of my problem some random tumblr user was like “I processed my trauma by writing a 10,000 word work of filthy fanfic erotica” and I was like “fuck it I’ve tried everything else” and now I’m 17 chapters and 20,000 words deep into an unpublishable work of obscenity and after careful literary analysis with one of the Beloved Mutuals I have come to some Terrible Revelations about my childhood and may now continue the process of Healing. Where else am I supposed to get this kind of experience. Who does this. Why are we like this. I’m never leaving. I love y’all.
Let's write!20+ | She/her | Artist and fanfic writer | MDNI for your own safety.
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