I See His Vision

#IZUKUUU <3

Villain and violent , infant and innocent

Baby Both arms cradle you now , both arms cradle you now

Ext. do I make myself sad whilst drawing these? Yes. Yes I do!

THIS IS EXACTLY WHY BILL WAS DEFEATED FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS BITCH FEELS HUMAN EMOTION AND THATS WHY HE KEPT MESSING UP

something interesting I thought about

okay so in book of bill it was confirmed that bill can erase memories right?

why didn’t he just erase ford’s memory of the betrayal? anyways I’m writing a fanfic about that :3

SNATCHED

“if being sexy was a crime, i’d be serving a life sentence for multiple homicides!!!!!!”

#HE WOULD HAVE BEATEN JIMMYS ASS #I like the idea daisuke is transmasc #just personal

I LOVE the Curly transmasc headcanon but it doesn’t work because if Curly was afab he would’ve done something much sooner

actually an au where through convoluted means, stanford also gets sent to the theraprism (which obviously is operating as a prison as well) (for his various crimes) (time + dimensional crimes) (it's convoluted for fic's sake) is really, madly, deeply funny to me. imagine getting your face broken by stanley pines and you go to therapy and in group sits the guy you busted your entire world domination plans up over. and he's drinking earl grey tea. and you know he doesn't even like earl grey. he's a rooibos guy. and you know this about him.

#I SEE IT

Imagine this scene but Billford

REDEEM THE BASTARD TRIANGLE

#LOOOK AT HIM

❗️⚠️I made something⚠️❗️

BILLLLLL BILL MY BABY

The Land of the Blind.

Heres the poem transcribed for you:

Three sides to every story. Or so the legends told. In a world with a dimension, lived a triangle of gold. In lands where everyone is blind, the one eyed man is king. And little Bill he had the skill to see most anything.

"Not X, not Y, but Z" he preached, "Dimensions UP and DOWN!" His wild claims and hearsies divided this flat town.

He tried [REDACTED]

When you're just a little triangle, sick of rules and laws. You'll truly do most anything just for their sweet applause. When you outgrow your reality, its time to level higher! And you cannot make some popcorn, without a little fire.

(this is not the end of the poem, apparently according to Alex, there is more, but he didn't want to show it.)