#BEAL cipher

[spaacejunkkk]

BILF ISPFHER BIALL AOPERH BILL!!!

BEAL!

[eggsistential-breakdown]

oops! wrong eye! Companion/prequel piece to this

goofy little headcanon for the bad ending ian that comes through the rift

Click for higher quality

[that-ghosts-art]

Was going through my art and realised I never shared this one :3

[the-prince-of-pigs]

has no one realized that alex hirsch might have named bill cipher after the beale cipher association. you know the treasure hunting conspiracy with unsolvable codes. and the nsa literally called it the beale cipher association. can anyone hear me

[ufaavaleriesilverton]

Thomas J Beale was an unusually cerebral Hunt Avatar. I will elaborate at some point

[genius11rare]

Look into index

for @dril-cipher because this is your fucking fault. also @marypsue for giving this perfectly good ape anxiety.

-----

Ian looked around.

Well, this certainly wasn't his beautiful house, that was for certain.

It looked uncomfortably like one of the designs for Grauntie Carla's house that Worris did for MTM. He sat at a kitchen table that had clearly been handmade by someone who mostly knew what they were doing; the table had been sanded down and sealed, but the surface was still bumpy and uneven. The walls were dressed with plaid wallpaper and covered in pictures, paintings, taxidermied creatures both real and unreal, old bottles, and a Bobby Big Mouth Big Boi Big Bass that had been popular when his grandparents were alive. The rug underneath him was a t-shirt rug, but Ian never knew they could be made big enough to cover an entire room. There was a cup of coffee poured for him, in a cup that read "Eye miss you!"

Ian sighed. This place was practically crumbling under the weight of all the meaning.

"I am getting a little tired of the Symbolism Room," he muttered to himself.

"Have you considered that a plain, empty room is in and of itself also imbued with symbolism?"

Ian whipped around.

A cartoonishly tall man walked into the kitchen. He was dressed in all black- black jeans, black dress shirt, black belt with a small silver and turquoise buckle- save for the white priest's collar around his neck. He had hair just like Ian's, albeit curlier, bare feet, and-

"Antlers?" Ian asked. It was probably rude but he was getting really tired of the Dreams of Great Import so....

"A long story," the man said with a grin, sitting across from Ian at the table. He too had a mug, though his read "I'm horny!" He caught Ian looking at it and smiled wanly. "My wife loved puns, though to be honest this isn't a pun so much as a bad joke."

(past tense)

Ian took a drink of his coffee; it was aggressively mediocre. "Alright, can you tell me why I'm here, so we can resolve whatever emotional issue has come up again, and I can get back to my regularly scheduled nothingness?"

Ian's words didn't get the slightest rise out of the other man which was... concerning. He worked best when people were mad.

"Certainly. I'm here because you're scared."

"I'm scared of a lot of things, you're going to need to try harder than that."

The man paused to take a drink of his coffee, grimacing slightly at the taste, then leaned back in his chair. "I'm here because when you get into the groove for Mizar the Magnificent, everything feels right in a way you don't feel most other times. I'm here because sometimes you turn off your prosthetic because it feels... right to only have the one eye. I'm here because... despite everyone assuring you that Bill can't come back, that you can't bring him back, you know that's not true." Another drink. "It would just take you fifteen minutes, if that."

Ian felt the blood drain from his face, spread his hands on the table to keep them from shaking.

He hadn't told even Mira about the first two things.

"Congratulations," Ian managed to drawl, "you know my deepest, darkest fears. Have a fucking cookie." It took some effort but he pushed himself back from the table, got out of the chair. "I'm done with this little game, so snooze you later, hit the road Jack, GO-"

The antlered man held up a hand. It was wreathed in blue flame, like the fire from a room he tried not to think about, like Alcor's fire

(like MY fire)

like the fire he felt blazing in lieu of his implant.

"Who are you?" Ian asked.

"I'm Henry. Henry Pines."

"I- oh." Well that was all the wind out of his sails right there. "Okay, wasn't expecting you to actually just tell me that, I thought there would be at least another two pages of banter before we got there. Thanks?"

"Of course."

"Though that name means like, nothing to me."

"Ah. I should have k-"

Henry disappeared. Ian was still in the room.

A minute passed.

He drank his coffee, which was now getting cold and sludgy.

"Oh, sorry about that."

Ian jumped, again, and turned around to face Henry, who was still barefoot and all in black, but now had laundry hanging from his antlers. "Seriously, I know this narrative calls for jump scares, but can you try to stop that?"

"My apologies. I'm still being digested."

"Digested-" Ian paused.

The blue fire.

The antlers.

The girl told him about one night.

"You're... you're Paloma."

A flash of long dark hair and flowering antlers and back to the man in black. "Among many other names, but yes."

"So when you say digested..."

"Di-Alcor ate me."

"He what."

Henry very primly sniffed. "I can see how my phrasing can be taken as a reference to oral sex but could we please attend to the matter at hand?"

"Which is? I feel like we're wildly off track."

"Fair. More coffee?"

Ian held out his mug and Henry poured from a handmade pitcher that somehow managed to perfectly recreate the effect of googly eyes in clay.

They sat for a moment, and drank their coffee, which was slightly better this time.

Finally, Henry began. "M-Mira is pregnant."

"She is... Oh stars is this going to be a weird fatherhood talk? Because full disrespect, I've gotten one of these from Alcor and that was bad enough."

"What on God's green earth did Di- Alcor have to say to you about that?"

"I think he was trying to tell me I would do a good job, but he ended up damning me with faint praise for about fifteen minutes and then ghosted me so, a solid 3 out of 10, points for effort I guess."

Henry frowned. "I am a little concerned that my- that he hasn't learned any social graces or niceties in a thousand years, or has willfully forgotten them-"

"It's not that," and now Ian just felt... cold. Empty. "It's Bill. It's always about Bill, always fucking WILL BE-"

"Your hair is on fire," Henry calmly noted.

It didn't feel like it was. That probably wasn't a good sign.

"Every time I think we're done with him, done and gone, something comes up, and we have to have the same conversation over and over and OVER-"

Ian ran a hand through the flames on his head. "And the worse thing is, this time it's all me. I can't stop thinking about Bill. And the baby. And what that means. Maybe it means nothing. Or everything. And Bill, Bill is like an itch under my skin

(a fire)

and the more I itch it, the itchier I become, and I can't. Stop. Thinking. About Me. No. Shit, wait. Him. Do you See?"

The room was silent for a minute.

"I held a knife to her throat once," Ian finally managed to get out. "Infants, they're so, so much easier than adults. Their bodies are so soft and squishy." He looked at Henry, who had been patiently listening, hands folded, collar white as bone. "I have no idea why I'm telling you any of this."

"I have been told by my wife before that I have a 'secret telling kind of face.'"

"Sounds like something Mira would say."

Henry smiled wanly, but went on. "I'm here because I know what all of this feels like."

"I sincerely doubt that."

"No, honestly, I do. I thought you could use an ear and some advice-."

That old familiar feeling of squirrels eating his brain, of his heart stuttering in his chest, the great massive snarl barely contained in his skin up and out and "You have no idea what I need to keep inside of me."

Henry reached across the table, and laid a hand on Ian's arm and-

(ian was in a forest. it was dark and he tried to walk, tried to run, but he couldn't he was pushed down face first into the dirt from the feeling of anger, anger that at one point may have had a reason behind but that reason was long forgotten and now the anger was a self feeding, self regulating beast

ian was in a forest and he felt small, so horrifically small, so viscerally aware that there were things (people) that could hurt him, hurt him and even kill him, and nothing or no one in the forest would DO anything about it.

ian was in a forest and rising above him was a tree but haha not really that wasn't a tree that was a beast a monster a thing no it was

Death.)

-patted it gently.

Or at least, Henry would have if Ian was still sitting at the table, and not, say, with his back against the wall and his chair toppled to the side of the table.

"You're-"

"I was. He came from me. I birthed him."

Even shit scared, Ian must have given Henry a look, because Henry said "Metaphorically. I've never gotten the full details about how that works because to be perfectly honest, Alcor doesn't even know."

Henry got up, and walked around the table.

"Hand up?"

"You going to inflict yet another horrific mental scar on me?"

"No. And my apologies. I really need to be better about telling, not showing." Henry paused. "Or is it the other way around? I am a little embarrassed to admit that despite my occupation, I am not well versed in the mechanics of storytelling."

"It depends," Ian said, and let himself be hauled up.

"It's... hard," Henry began as they sat back at the table. "To have to control yourself. To feel like if you loosen that control for even one second, all hell will break loose. Especially when you have had all hell break loose before."

A dark look passed across Henry's face, and Ian remembered that there were limbs on those limbs in the forest.

A lot of them.

"I tried, for several years, to keep myself as tamped down as firmly as possible. And even before-" he waved a hand to indicate the antlers, the weird dreamscape symbolism bullshit room- "all of this, I kept fighting myself, every single day, to stay in control. Because control was all I had. Because control was the only thing that could save myself, could keep me from harming others."

"Okay, so what extremely traumatic life changing event happened to you that made you change your mind?"

"I won't bore you with the details, save to say I have never liked trophy hunters. But I realized in that time that my control.. it was brittle steel. It was weak from having to hold in so much, for so long, and then it shattered under stress."

"Okay, but most people don't have monsters tucked up in their souls."

"Fair but look. The point is, the power you have inside of you. It's not inherently good or bad- let me finish Ian Thomas Beale-"

(Ian's mouth audibly snapped shut)

"- it just is. Bill used his power for ill. Just because that power is there doesn't mean you have to use it. Or if you do, that it would be for ill."

"That's too much like temptation for me," Ian finally said, quietly.

"I know. I'm not saying you have to. Hell, I'm not even saying that this dream is going to magically cure you of your fears and control issues-"

"Because that would be too easy."

Henry nodded. "Oh of course. My apologies, I am all over the place today-"

"On account of being digested."

"Yes, lets go with that. No, I guess I just wanted to say, as trite as it sounds... try to relax."

"What if I hurt them?"

Henry rolled his eyes, which was a little incongruous with the impression Ian had gotten from him. "There is no universe where Ian Beale as he is now, would hurt Mira Ramachandran, or their baby. Honestly, you're more likely to hurt other people who hurt them, which probably is not great, but I am certainly not one to judge."

(so many limbs)

"I have literally been under tremendous stress my whole life, even before finding out about the past life murder triangle."

"Trust me, I know. But just... from one monster to another? It's okay to relax. It's okay to let that control loosen for a minute. The world won't end-"

"But it almost did. Twice. Maybe three times? It's hard for me to remember."

"But it didn't."

Ian... he must have looked as lost as he felt, because Henry smiled, sadly.

"I know you hear this from Mira, and from your friends, and even occasionally from Alcor, but I thought it would help to hear it from a stranger too."

Ian thought for a second.

"I think... it kind of did? Or maybe I'm just saying this to get out of this dream because I'm getting tired of talking. I don't know."

"You probably won't remember this dream up here-" Henry tapped his head. "-but you will here-" and he tapped his chest. "-and that's all that really matters to me."

"That's kind of corny."

"I was not a corny man when I was alive, let me indulge a little bit."

Henry leaned over, and gently kissed Ian on the forehead. "Keep her safe."

Ian realized, far too late, who he had been really, truly talking to this whole time, and it felt like his bowels were turning to water. But he managed to creak out an "Of course," before everything went dark.

---

The last few weeks had been hard for Mira, considering the massive amount of emotional labor she was doing for both her brother and her husband. Alcor was probably a lost cause at this point, but with Ian...

She sighed.

She understood, really, she did, but she was tired and-

"Hey."

She rolled over, to see Ian looking at her. "Hey back. You seem... relaxed?"

Ian smiled, and laid a hand on her stomach, which was still relatively flat.

"Yeah. I don't know I think... I think I've had my head up my ass for the last month, about all of this."

"You have."

"And I owe you an apology."

"Apology accepted if you can grab the peanut butter for me before I throw up."

"Of course."

Ian got up. He wasn't sure why it felt like the fire under his skin had died down, why it felt like he could handle his shit a little better today than even yesterday, but for once, he was not going to look this gift horse in the mouth.

[rupalpspodrace]

🚨 Ep. 92, Diet Challengers, is here! 🚨

Welcome to the first annual Gaylympics, where each host brings a character they think deserves to be canonically gay and argues their case.

Points of Interest: Noah has failed the audio drama community, Rupalps Charles Race, ACAB (which is fair), somebody should have brought Bill Cipher, Chloe Beale read the lesbian masterdoc, Belvin, Dean Winchester’s Secret Duolingo, Moved by the Victorious Alternate Ending, the Supernatural Fan at Jan 6th, kink discourse at the Magnus Institute, and Javert! Goro Akechi.

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[bwoonies]

bill cipher (gravity falls) npts

names: serif ; maxwell ; wigbert ; daimon ; atlas ; marlowe ; wells ; beale ; lou ; dream ; isoco (01)

(01) like... isosceles.... the triangle :3c

pronouns: wei/weird ; odd/oddity or odd/oddly ; mol/molecule ; en/energy ; ill/illusion ; chao/chaos ; eye/eyes ; view/views

titles: they who are always watching ; the demon made of pure energy ; they who are older than the universe ; the one from the second dimension

feel free to change the pronouns on the titles ! for @thecoffeecrew404

[ao3feed-gelphie]

THE FEAST | The Joker strolled across the tiled floors of Buckingham Palace his little plastic feet click-clacking softly as he meandered around the halls...

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hk0JqBY by ronancess There is A Feast ! Words: 2961, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Taylor Swift (Musician), Wicked - All Media Types, LEGO Ninjago (Cartoon 2011-2022), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Agatha All Along (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, British Royalty RPF, Political RPF - Australian 20th-21st c., Video Blogging RPF, The Very Hungry Caterpillar - Eric Carle, The LEGO Batman Movie (2017), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Merlin (TV), Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010), Cunk on Earth (TV), Pitch Perfect (Movies), Glee (TV 2009), Christian Bible, Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005), Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Steven Universe (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Multi Characters: Rose Tyler, The Doctor, Taylor Swift, Elphaba Thropp, Galinda Upland, Sensei Wu (Ninjago), Kai (Ninjago), Musashi | Jessie, Rocket-dan Nyarth | Team Rocket Meowth, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Agatha Harkness, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Gordon Ramsay, Yoda (Star Wars), Laverna (Barbie Fairytopia), Bill Cipher, Sans (Undertale), The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Patrick Star, Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom, Diana Princess of Wales, Ringo Starr, Joker (DCU), Hermione Granger, John Hurt, Ice King | Simon Petrikov, Mufasa (The Lion King), Philomena Cunk, Amy March, Chloe Beale, Sue Sylvester, Patrick Bateman, Edward Cullen, Graham Norton, Beyoncé Knowles, Nigella Lawson, Jesus (The Bible TV), Appa (Avatar), Jimmy Donaldson | MrBeast, United States Department of Agriculture (Anthropomorphic), Valerie Frizzle, Jackie Tyler Relationships: Lego Joker/Batman (2022), Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland, Irene Addler/Jackie Tyler, Gordon Ramsay/Nigella Lawson, The Very Hungry Caterpillar/Graham Norton, Treetrunks/Diana Spencer, Flubber & Ben Shapiro, Peter Dutton (Australian Political RPF)/Captain Barnacles (Octonauts), Cynthia Erivo/Ariana Grande read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hk0JqBY

[hazyaltcare]

Matching names for a YoRHa No. 2 Type B (NieR: Automata) and a YoRHa No. 9 Type S who are a couple with feminine/neutral names for 2B and masculine/neutral names for 9S.

YoRHa No. 2 Type B:

Cyra - Meaning "fierce and wrathful sunset."

Dorabella - After the Dorabella Cipher.

Hurricane - After the Hawker Hurricane fighter jet.

Louise - Meaning "famous warrior."

Perl - After the programming language.

YoRHa No. 9 Type S:

Anatole - meaning "sunrise."

Beale - After the Beale ciphers.

Hawker - After the Hawker Hurricane fighter jet.

Louis - Meaning "famous warrior."

Python - After the programming language.

Mod Haze (🎮Greyson, 👑Jake & ❤️Alice❤️)

[usafphantom2]

Sentenced to 25 years of hard labor at Leavenworth ,Kansas

When you try to sell top-secret information in 1985, Leavenworth is where you’re going.

One of the administrative sergeants assigned to the unit was in financial distress. He figured that the top secret information that he had about the SR 71 could be sold. He called the Soviet embassy in San Francisco and proposed they give him $100,000 for several key documents related to the SR 71. The Soviets figured that this guy was deranged so they notified US intelligence. He was caught. He got a one-way ticket to Leavenworth.

Just how secure was the top-secret information? Beale Air Force Base in California there was a cipher lock to enter the building. There was another lock to enter the hall where our squadron was then we had a separate room there was safes lining the wall. Each of the RSO‘s and pilots had their own safe and in it was in a larger safe that had to be unlocked in order to get your safe. What did they keep in there? Their checklist, among other things. Security was Paramont around the SR 71 program.

Information from Terry Pappas‘s excellent book SR 71 Blackbird Q&A

Post by Linda Sheffield Miller

@Habubrats71 via X

[eggsistential-breakdown]

Took the blorbos and made them more Bill-ish Versions of bill I based them on below the cut

[that-ghosts-art]

*Slaps Ian* This man can fit so much Scrunkly in him

I found some incomplete art I did in 2018 so wanted to redraw it and I am so proud of how I’ve improved ^-^ You can see the original under the cut

BEHOLD! Six years difference :D I’ve sadly lost access to the original file so it’s just a screenshot, but it still shows exactly where I was at back then :3

[theviralheartbeat]

Beale's Treasure: Periodic Table, Not Declaration?

Think you know the secret to Beale's treasure? Think again! What if the key to unlocking the centuries-old ciphers isn't the Declaration of Independence, but something far more fundamental... the periodic table of elements?!

[sanfranciscosucks]

Wait I have it.

So the homeless and the shelter people are poisoning me because of the following.

If you take peter t Weyand and replace it with Peter t Weyano (but like I had to both get a misspelled letter in the mail from a cop that busted me for jumping a turnstile AND have a douchebag IT guy pity me after I posted about the conjunction between 0formant0 porn and the tarot so I could have someone in the shelter physically hand me the mail) then like six weeks ago someone wrote on the side of a wall "diss" and put a bottle of mentos on the ground. So as it relates to the United health killing, of you replace diss mentos with the cipher ot reads "otcc mentos" or "over the counter men toes" which is a transliteration of "if you're a man over the counter you'll be wearing a toe tag" because the homeless are pissed that they can't over the counter necessary drugs when they're sick. So the food in the shelter that's "over the counter" is then poisonous at 555 Beale street.

Neat! Wow that's fucked up.

Good to know. Thanks I'll email all the intelligence agencies and CC the cops.

Boy I do not like being poisoned. Even when it's clever.

Also your cipher is garbage because it's essentially damn near unreadable.

Also all the hospital staff are nuts and assholes. I don't remember where I'm responsible for murdering this guy and should then be poisoned for it. Oh I said some crazy shit while I was being drugged in my sleep and being given scabies and then drugged on the way to the hospital did I? Do tell.

Oh and I was poisoned by the major pharmaceuticals shit just like everyone else and you know what I did? I emailed a half dozen intelligence agencies about it because my government is fucking up protecting me. That's what you're supposed to do. Now everyone knows not to buy that shit and that they're dog shit and anyone that trades with them is a villain.

So that happened. At least I now know what that's about. Stupidest shit I've ever seen. Like the most convoluted social engineering just to tell me that in fact I'm not having myself be poisoned at the stores, or on the street, but in the shelter because the shelter staff are pissed that over the counter medication that the clinics are giving them was poisoned and they couldn't or didn't have enough money to buy over the counter meds at a pharmacy.

HOW IS THAT MY FAULT?

Oh and I was only ripped off by a video for an infinite hotel where there's a letter replacement scheme so I know what the 'big bus' following me around was about.

And then this means that I've failed the "human test" because I'm not good enough at social engineering to do something a computer can't until Google took pity on me.

Ok. So I'll find out who was responsible for this and then when I do I'll spend the rest of my life attempting to have them put in prison until they die. And if its anyone at Google or someone that gives me a large amount of money I will spend *every fucking some of it* ruining their life. I've lived in horrendous poverty for three years. I'll continue doing that just to see them suffer.

[julionasurbonas]

Im trying to decode the beale ciphers, the second of three was decoded using the american declaration of independence, could you guys recommend some things to attempt decodings with? (Ive already used the book common sense and columbus' letter)