A Mimir

Listen, sometimes a ship is less about wanting them to kiss or have sex or whatever, and more about needing them to be so endlessly intertwined and connected to the point where they might as well be one creature.

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.

🔺FOR SCIENCE AND REGRET!🔺

I made these cursed pages for Chapter 5 of Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part [Bill Cipher x Female Reader], a totally normal(!) rom-com where you "accidentally" marry a triangle and now your life is held together with sarcasm, eldritch glitter, and emotional damage lasagna.

Font by: ~ Chloe ~ !!!

Check out the fic here: Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part

Featuring: Poor decision-making, interdimensional marriage drama, passive-aggressive eggplants(?), Ford Pines experiencing seventeen emotions and repressing eighteen, Bill making inappropriate jokes, a reader with morals (not good ones), *cough cough* probably some smut along the way + ROMANCE (questionable)

kabedon!

⭐️💙⭐️Blue Royal Stars⭐️💙⭐️

keep sucking the triangle

HAPPY EASTER HUMANS. REMEMBER TO BREAK INTO YOUR LOCAL CAFETERIA AND PELT AS MANY PEOPLE YOU SEE WITH EGGS SCREAMING YOUR FAVORITE UNHOLY TUNE AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS UNTIL THE GUARDS COME TACKLE YOU TO THE GROUND.

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.

6 hour car ride is about to be upon me, anyone got any billford fic recs 👁

some fords i drew recently