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me while i was still figuring out how to draw Alastor :P

quick Nightmare Bill doodle while i was outside!!!!!

BIPPER!!!! :D

Book propaganda

Bill in specific

rhis is literallt ao cool

Here are some sneak peaks of the @tenyearsofbillcipher zine I got to participate in! The first ever sketch I made, a more detailed WIP and even some small parts of the finished piece ;)

Here‘s the shop if you‘d like to see the full image, the art of many more incredible artists, amazing writers and even merch!! : https://10yearsofbillcipher.bigcartel.com/

Can you figure out where the finished parts belong? :)

Fun fact: according to ibisPaint this art piece took me 72 hours and 31 minutes to make! That time being the total amount of time the canvas was open :)

Random dump w random characters (Webtoon Dottore and Caine n Bubble)

uhhjj idk Bill doodles and my flatland linesona sneak ig (also Bipper doodle)

EVERYONE!!! CONGRATULATE MY POOKIE RN!!!!!!!

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Next up, we have XN4M3I355X! They are very passionate about art and love indie media.

Great to have them on the team!

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this is so canon, i would know

Mabel and Bill were sitting on the couch when Soos passed from the gift shop through the living room. As Soos passed, Bill was saying, "No, I just don't see relationships as eternal. Romance is a short term commitment. Like a fashion trend, or, or—"

"Like gum?"

Bill snapped his fingers. "Yes! Exactly like gum!"

As he headed upstairs, Soos heard Mabel say, "So when a romance starts to lose its flavor, you just—" and Bill cut in, "You spit it on the sidewalk, grind it under your heel, and float away without looking back, never thinking about it again..."

A few minutes later, after changing out of his Mr. Mystery suit into a more comfortable question mark t-shirt, Soos headed back downstairs. Bill was still talking: "... and all you get out of it is sickly sweet spit, you're just—swallowing all this sweet spit until it makes your mouth sour and it's dripping out around your eye, and it makes you hungrier than if you'd never eaten at all, and all your friends say 'oh Bill, you're always griping about your gum, why don't you settle down to eat a proper meal,' and you say 'how about you mind your own business, Kryptos, I don't lecture you about your diet,' and then your other friends accuse you of choosing inedible snacks so you don't have to commit to swallowing them, because they don't get that you're a flawless energy being, you don't need 'nutrition' or 'sustenance,' this is just a hobby to you—and then you just, you get sick of the taste of gum altogether, you never want to chew gum again as long as you live, it's always so needy and your jaw hurts, and it's your fault if you can't focus on chewing the stupid thing all day every day, like maybe you have a life of your own, did anyone consider that? So you burn down a gum factory so you don't have to look at their stupid ads! And then an eon later you find yourself craving a stick of gum, so you find a different brand and cram a new one in."

Mabel, who'd been listening to Bill's monologue in wide-eyed stunned silence, finally smiled in relief as he landed on a familiar sentiment. She pumped her fist in the air. "Yeah! Cram a new one in!"

"You get me, kid."

I think there might be something wrong with Bill.