Pass Me My Over Sized Props I Feel The Need To Show These Losers What A Mentally Stable Person Looks

Thinking...💭

For zero reason, you got any problems with spiders or deep sea critters?

Why do you ask?

-Bill

I know I posted that I might not write anything for today and I truly do not have a lot of time today but I simply could not resist.

Kindness, truly a trivial thing in Bill's world full of hatred and destruction. Are you kind? Or evil? We may think we are the heroes, but are we really?

Bill accepts that he is evil, that he is a bad person, that he can be terrifying to everyone he knows. Perhaps it disturbs him, perhaps not, but he seems to not exactly give that much thought into it though as he just does what he wants at times, and attains what he needs by all means.

When he met you, he just wonders why do you even strive to be a better person? What's happening in your mind? Why are you so kind to him?

He'll try his best to break you. He wants to see you in pieces, he wants to know just how far you can withstand his awful nature.

If you do manage to keep being kind, to keep responding in a polite and kind manner, to keep being his 'friend' no matter what, and to still be there when he goes to you, it will rattle his brain and would also most likely amuse him as well.

Of course, he will try to manipulate you, realizing that you might be someone he can just ask to do something truly awful in the name of the relationship you have with him. But if you are quick to stand your ground, and you still manage to be gentle while doing so, it should knock some sense that you may not be as much of a pushover as he thought.

His little outbursts and mixed mood swings may be hard to deal with from time to time, but if you do manage to do your best to be patient, you may get heartfelt moments that no one will ever get to experience.

You both won't notice but he might slowly but surely adapt the little tidbits of the things you do.

Psychology says that people mirror the ones that they like, and well, he would never admit it but if you and Bill have been interacting for a long time, he'll most indefinitely grow fond of you.

The way you sometimes cover your mouth when you smile, the way you tap your feet slightly as you listen to music, the way you nod every once in a while as he rambles on about something...the little tidbits you do slowly manages to latch on to him and soon he may not exactly notice how you are eventually changing him.

All the while as he tries to manipulate you, he does end up somewhat shooting himself by the foot because of the numerous times he has tried to trick you.

Each of your surprised, horrified, but still genuine reactions that show compassion and kindness towards situations and certain asks may slowly influence him to subconsciously gain the ability to become a slightly bit more compassionate after a long while.

If you notice though, do not mention it, nor should you even think about it, around him. If he manages to understand what may be happening then it will make him extremely aware of the little things he do and it might hinder the effect you have on him so far.

Though truth be told, perhaps he would find out sooner as time passes by. He is no fool, in fact he is a good observer. But his ego may hold somewhat as a blindfold to himself as he would most likely convince himself that he would never change because of someone like you.

After an extremely long while, he will expect you to want something from him. What are you getting out of this? What's the endgame? Keep being kind to him and perhaps he'll soon think that you are just as insane as he is.

In a clear, breezy day. You sit under the beautiful clouds that drift the sky like wet paint on a canvas. Taking a sip from the cup of tea that Bill brewed, the wind gently graces your shoulders.

Bill sits beside you, rambling on about the numerous number of tea he has discovered by himself. You nod slightly, encouraging him to continue.

As he continues to speak, he slowly gazes back at you. Smiling, you gaze back at him as well and hummed, nodding slightly once more to let him know you're listening, and so, he continues to speak, rambling on any subject his mind manages to think of, as both of you enjoy the afternoon with a cup of tea on one of each other's hands.

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

So here I am, finally putting my human!Bill Cipher headcanon in digital ink an entire 11 years after coming up with it >wheeze<

I call him SHADES CIPHER cause he's one of those dudes that just wears sunglasses all the time no matter where he is. He's got one funky yellow eye so it makes sense to cover it usually 8)

I am a triangle!Bill truther but I couldn't resist finally drawing my silly little goblin human Bill hehehe

Ad Infinitum, Prologue [Bill Cipher x Reader]

Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Short fic, Pre-Gravity Falls, Existential Crisis lol

Concept: The reader is an ambiguous void-like, abyssal god who met Bill Cipher in the Nightmare realm. Pre-Gravity Falls timeline!

Prologue

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You were destruction and he was creation. He was light where you were darkness.

Or something corny like that.

Time and space held no meaning here, in the Nightmare Realm. Really, what could be consider a nap could be the death and birth of many planets. You can't remember the last time a living being graced your part of the void. Then again, no one really liked living near a blackhole like you did. 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.

"Dimension 5150-B," you softly answered.

The nightmare realm's cosmic garbage dump, really. Where all things end.

He tilted his head, his eye crinkling in curiosity, then delight.

"Well, this place sucks. Time to liven it up!"

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. The silence was replaced 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 one 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.

“its just- incredible!”

💫If only I can hear it one last time… 🎶✨

Also here's the drawings Bill made

number 15 erased Fidds' memory from traumatizing pastime with Ford

couples therapy)? I doubt it, Teresa doesn't get paid enough to put up with these two HAHHA