#trickster triangle

[euclidean-geometry-supremacy]

google got to ne a good nother olease tell me i fot the tight olace rhis time

-tt

...ANOTHER ONE? HOW AREN'T YOU ALL DEAD YET?

RG'W YV YVGGVI GSZG DZB.

[billciphersrpblog]

You are definitely insane because omfg THIS IS SO COOL AHSHDJKANSKQOJEDHJSKAHD

You made Ford journal entries??? You made Ford journal entries!!!! For everything!!!!! We are eating so good tonight boys!!!

I'll reblog the stuff with my Bill in it in a moment, but yall should absolutely check out everything here.

Expect me to be dead even more, I'll be busy fangirling over this for.... a normal amount of time I swear

AAAARG

And hidden stuff I made for it:

Carrie / Cipher / FBI / Pit / Mye / Edwin / Puppets / Witch / Mushroom / Lovebug / Possession / Stickers / Stan / Dissection / Becca / Nestlet / TT

(Higher-res pages compiled)

This took me so long. I am insane. But it’s also my mini time capsule of this blog and the cool people I talked to so yippeee

Blogs mentioned: @butterfly-eye @billciphersrpblog @thebookofanon @edwin-stanley-pines @trickstertriangle @fish-is-cool-real @wellcome-to-chaos @askdrunkbillcipher @the-multi-dimensional-fbi @not-stanley-pines @rebecca-pines @the-triangle-witch @thesparkingeyeofdawn

[punster-2319]

Because I’m bored, here are some of my favorite and least favorite tropes:

FAVORITES:

- Hetero Life Partners/Bromances

- Platonic Life Partners

- Karmic Trickster

- The Calvary

- Final Battle

LEAST FAVORITES:

- Plot Mandated Friendship Failure

- Third Act Misunderstanding

- Liar Revealed

- Love Triangles/Will They Won’t They

- Mind Control

WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE/LEAST FAVORITE TROPES?

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter Eight: I Should've Tied the Imbeciles's Hands Behind Their Backs

Prev/Next

A/N: Actually kind of obsessed with this song... Anyone else???

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.12k

Listen to: Keep your friends close

You and Eurylochus just stared at each other as you processed his words. 

“Hm,” you hummed.

Eurylochus’s heart was beating too fast. His palms were getting sweaty, as was the back of his neck.

“You’re forgiven,” you decided. “At least by me. That talk with Odysseus should be fun, eh? Oh, can you help me grab a bite to eat? I can’t reach that shelf where you put the clementines.”

Eurylochus almost got whiplash from trying to follow your train of thought. He blinked once, straightening. “Of course,” he said.

So you led him down to the storage room below deck, smiling way too wide than Polites was comfortable with, even though he knew clementines were your favorite fruit.

It was unlike him, he knew, but Polites was slumped behind the pole you and Eurylochus had been standing in front of. He’d heard the whole exchange.

He sank down to the wooden floorboards, overcome by the same foreign emotion he got whenever Eurylochus approached you.

“A little problem you have with her, don’t you?”

He looked up, but there was no one in sight. “Pardon?” He asked.

The voice tsked. It sounded like a woman’s voice. “Stop speaking aloud, Polites. You’re making yourself look like a fool by talking to nobody.”

Sorry, Polites thought.

“Now, as I was saying, your predicament with Y/N is so infuriating to watch! I just have to step in. You see, me and Hermes have a bet going. You just have to win!”

Aphrodite, Polites said. What do you want from me?

“Oh how exciting a love triangle is! You see, Hermes is Y/N’s mentor, blah, blah, blah. All that boring stuff.”

Boring? He demanded the voice in his head. Hermes being Y/N’s mentor is not- wait, what?

“As I said, boring. Anyway, we started a bet. Hermes bet that Eurylochus could steal Y/N’s heart before you, but I disagree. I believe you can win her over.”

Then you are foolish, Polites thought. She will never choose me over Eurylochus.

“Oh, yes she will,” Aphrodite said. “Because of this.”

There was a sudden cold feeling in his right hand, and he opened it in surprise. Sitting in his palm was a small vile, filled with a rosy pink liquid, the same color as your cheeks when you blushed. Polites blinked at the analogy.

He brought the bottle up to his eye and inspected it. He knew what it was.

My lady, Polites thought. Didn’t you make a bet with Hermes? I’m guessing that he’ll be furious if I cheat.

Polites could almost see Aphrodite shrug in his mind. “What does it matter? This potion will only make her focus on you more. Keep her thinking of Eurylochus as only a close friend.”

Do you promise?

Aphrodite giggled. “I promise.”

And then her presence in his mind vanished as if it had never been. Polites sighed and slipped the vile into his pocket, swearing that he would only use it if something major happened between you and Eurylochus.

You and Eurylochus were laughing as you made your way back on deck, but immediately stopped as you saw Odysseus’s feet hit the deck.

Eurylochus pushed his way through the crowd of men who had gathered around Odysseus, his hand grabbing your wrist gently and tugging you after him.

“Captain, what’s happening?” Eurylochus asked. “What’s trapped in that bag?”

You looked down at said bag in surprise; you hadn’t noticed at first. 

“Something dangerous friends, we mustn’t lag,” Odysseus replied grimly, gesturing for the crew to get the ship ready.

“It’s treasure!” A couple of voices said. You frowned. You’d never heard anybody with that high pitched voice. Even Little Ajax was never that squeaky.

You took a step forward as the rest of the crew chanted, “open the bag! Let’s see what you got.”

“No, do not!” You cried, stepping in front of Odysseus in unison with Polites, smacking away a hand that was reaching for the bag.

Odysseus gave both of you a grateful look before running his hand through his hair. “Everybody listen closely,” the captain ordered. “See how this bag is closed? That’s how it’s supposed to be.” He held the bag up for everyone to see. “This bag has the storm inside. We cannot let the treasure rumor fly.”

“We’ll try,” you, Polites, and Eurylochus said, nodding.

But it wasn’t easy. It was all you could do to keep the rest of the crew at bay, and they were getting more and more confident, trying to find their way around you or Polites or Eurylochus and steal the bag.

Until one day they succeeded. 

It had been nine days, and Odysseus had reassured you that he could watch over the bag himself until you got back from grabbing a snack.

So you were just grabbing an apple from a cupboard when you heard a voice sounding startlingly like Odysseus calling, “no.”

You ran up the steps two at a time despite the pain in your injured leg. The apple you had grabbed you now carried in your jaws as you burst onto the deck. Surely they couldn’t have-?

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer!” A feminine voice sang gleefully.

There. Two men were crouched over the bag- the open bag. From it, fierce winds that could only belong to the storm you had encountered nine days ago. 

“Storm,” the men cried and your first thought was, and who do you think caused it, imbeciles?

“Where’s the storm taking us?” You heard Odysseus demand, and you tried to see the captain through the heavy rain.

“I said to keep the bag closed, but you weren’t compliant.” Now you could see it; a vague form of a woman in the clouds. Her mouth was moving. “If I had to guess, I’d say you’re headed to the Land of the Giants.”

“Help me close the bag!” Odysseus shouted, struggling to reach the sack through the winds.

You were already sliding toward the bag, deciding that it would be easier to not be thrown off the ship if you moved on your knees.

“But sir, it’s too late!” You heard Eurylochus say as you wrestled with the rope that was supposed to bind the bag closed. 

“We can save whatever wind is left to use another day! Come on!” Odysseus yelled back.

Your two friends pinned the bag closed, and you finally untangled the rope, quickly tying in back around the container. 

You stood, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding as you scanned your surroundings. Only open sea for as long as you could see.

“Y/N of Ithaca!”

Your eyes went as wide as saucers and you turned around.

“Do you know who I am?”

[myddle]

I am Lowkey Obsessed With This Door And I'm Gonna Yap About it

Spoilers for Deltarune: Chapters 3 & 4

This one.

And also this one, I guess

That symbol isn't the DELTA RUNE we know. And I think that matters.

DEVILRUNE THEORY

First off, the wings. Those don't look like a simplified version of the fluffy angel wings on the typical DELTA RUNE. They look more like bat wings.

Devil wings.

We know, to my knowledge, three characters associated with Devils.

First, Kris, through the Horned Headband, as well as their reputation as a prankster, trickster and shenanigan causer.

Secondly, Eram, through the fact that they're literally hiding behind this door, with a Horned Headband archway. In fact,

Eram Tangent

I believe that Eram IS the Horned Headband, incarnated as a KNOCKOFF. They speak like they're very familiar with Kris, specifically, and Kris apparently wore the Horned Headband for months, so they would have seen plenty.

Their sprite scans to me as the Horned Headband with the Shadow Mantle draped over it, along with a disembodied mouth for flavour. They also have fire attacks, connecting them to the Dreemurrs, and therefore to Kris. Their battle theme, BURNING EYES, features the Power of NEO lietmotif, which, in the absence of Undyne or Mettaton, could represent Monsterkind as a concept, the Power of NEO being the greatest raw power that monsters can achieve in Undertale.

As for why they're a KNOCKOFF and not a Darkner, I have two guesses.

The Horned Headband would have been an equippable item in the Dark World, but Eram was like "I ain't nobody's bitch" and became a KNOCKOFF instead.

This KNOCKOFF is being controlled remotely by the true Eram, likely located in the Shelter if the third secret game segment is anything to go by.

I think thematically, Eram represents Kris' complicated feelings about their humanity and their personality. Eram claims that part of Kris enjoys the grim "play" of the Sword Route, AND the Weird Route if you've done it. And that's with them seemingly knowing about the player's control; they accuse Kris of enjoying the fact that it's "not really them" doing that to Noelle.

Eram seems to think that Kris is, on some level, "evil" by nature. And it's possible that, despite them NOT being at all okay with the Weird Route, Kris believes this about themselves as well. That despite their guilt, for whatever probably Dess-shaped reason, they're irredeemable.

Okay, Tangent Over

The final character associated with Devils is, of course, W. D. Gaster, via his association with the number 6 (and probably some other bullshit that i'm forgetting). Gaster is also associated with the second change to this DELTA RUNE.

I've seen a few people argue about whether the central symbol here is a key hole or a circle and fourth triangle, but i think it's both.

The keyhole interpretation is about secrets, tying it to Gaster, and the dungeon behind this door contains three huge secrets: Eram's hiding place, the Shelter Key, and some of our only in-game hints towards the Weird Route's existence.

And the other interpretation is a fourth triangle, connected to the circle. A fourth hero, connected to the [[Angel]], [[Angel]].

Noelle. The secret finder. Gaster, the secret to find.

Now, this could all just be flavour for the Weird Route, considering the instructions for it inside, but I don't think that's necessarily the case, for a few reasons.

Gaster has nearly no connection to the Weird Route, that's on us (not me, I ain't doing that shit)

Eram's primary concern is the Shadow Crystals and the Shadow Mantle. By shining doubt on the idea that they'll "get us what (we) want", they're pointing out that that's part of why we're collecting them, in hopes of subverting the Prophecy and whatever grim fate awaits our heroes.

Noelle is my favourite, I reeeeeealy don't want her significance to be constrained to the Route Where Everything Sucks For Noelle Especially, and I'm coping I'm coping I'm coping pleeeeeease Mister Toby let Noelle do something badass she's been such a good girl she deserves it

*ahem*

Instead, I believe this altered DELTA RUNE, which I've taken to calling the DEVIL RUNE, could represent another path. One defiant of the Prophecy, that circumvents its dark ending with a game-breaking trump card. Not one written in legend, but carved out of it by The Man Who Speaks in Hands, with Noelle at its center, and perhaps, a Kris freed from their self-doubt, their promise, and our imprisonment within them.

I look forward to creating a new future with them all.

[italoniponic]

Bat-Hunter | Rook Hunt & Lilia Vanrouge

Synopsis: In which Rook and Lilia found themselves at the start of a legendary battle for the Prefect of Ramshackle's heart. The world of love triangles is awfully quiet after this exchange. Dedicated to @pandoa. You wish and you shall receive <3

Lilia Vanrouge, Rook Hunt x gender neutral reader / small scenario / fluff but mostly crack / reference to a specific Phillipines dish / 1525 words / use of “you” pronouns / Masterlist

Bat-Hunter: The Magnificent Showdown!

Few people throughout history — between humans and faes — could say that they had the audacity to directly antagonize the Great General Vanrouge in any sort of battle. And getting out of this sort of risk alive was a bit of luck granted to very few people, almost to none.

“But a coward hunter is not worthy to receive the title, nor to wear a hat.”

That was the Hunt family motto that Rook was so proud to carry in his heart. Such was his respect for his family tradition that this phrase was embroidered on the inside of all his hats so as to never forget his origins.

Well, maybe I’m starting a little too fast and you’re still worrying — from the comfort of Ramshackle’s upstairs window — what the hell the two guys you liked were doing on the ground floor balcony, dressed like that.

Despite everything, you suddenly shrugged to yourself and headed to the kitchen where a more urgent task needed to be fulfilled. When everything was ready, hopefully you could invite the guys in. That is, if you found one or the other intact in the end.

Because that was the feeling that their exchange of glances passed.

Lilia was dressed in his Light Music club “uniform,” as punk rock as your father had been in the eighties when he was young and phones were wired. He held his guitar close to him, as if it were the weapon of his days in the Army of Thorns. He was “total rad” — as the youngsters would say.

His friendly smile only masked the irritation of finding Rook in that place, decked out from head to toe. Usually, his presence was easy to ignore and his curiosity could be quite amusing from time to time.

But he knew the real situation they were in: they were equals in rivalry for the heart of Ramshackle’s Prefect.

Knights in a duel for love!

Rook, in his own instance, wore a pair of belted trousers and a loose white blouse — located in the common vocabulary as a “pirate blouse” — with the strange addition of a large pink coat over his shoulders, sewn by hand and with some patterns of blue rhombuses. With his hat in hand, he looked like a book character.

His expression was equally gentle but it carried a certain pang of defiance, like a hunter who meets another while hunting.

“You look very beauté this afternoon, Monsieur Curiosité!,” Rook praised.

“How did you actually say that time? That my beauty is ‘mysterious’?,” Lilia chuckled, squinting his eyes.

“Oui, oui! But do not fret, Monsieur, today my attention is on someone else.”

“Another one? You can’t get enough of it, can you, Hunt?”

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, yes. I’m tired. Tired because I’m wandering for days and nights thinking about the smile of that kind person and how I would like to cheer them up in these times of crisis!”

Crisis? Lilia didn’t quite understand. You seemed to be doing very well during all the times you met. Had he let any detail slip through the cracks?

“What kind of crisis? That is,” he bit his tongue, embarrassed that he had to ask for help from his literal rival. “If I may intrude.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. These are ear crisis! Dear Trickster has been hearing a lot of guitars being scratched lately,” the young huntsman replied, boldly.

Lilia barely broke his guitar cable — or the entire instrument at once in Rook’s head.

It was a mere provocation, no big deal. And Pomefiore’s vice, the way he was, probably appreciated each style of music in its own artistic way. But they were dealing with a battle of epic proportions and every blow counted.

Even if he were to call Lilia’s love-hard-heavy-metal demo “instrument-scratching”. But it was worth it and it showed in the way Rook’s eyes squinted in amusement.

Dealing with Diasomnia’s vice has always been an adventure in itself. That was the best part about being Lilia’s romantic rival.

Regardless of the ending, moments like this would always have a special place in Rook’s heart and he would remember it all with emotion when he went to tell your children — “the Hunt Jrs.” — the trajectory of your love.

“Why are you crying?,” suddenly Lilia inquired, confused.

“You will not be forgotten, Monsieur Curiosité! Forever and ever!,” Rook declared, wiping a tear with the sleeve of his coat. “Your memory will be carried forever in our family!”

At this the fae pulled the hunter by the collar of his shirt, staring directly into his green eyes. It was not necessary to float to come face to face with Rook, Lilia had enough dignity to impose himself the way he wanted.

And, let’s face it, making the boy — a “child” in his eyes — literally reach his level was more convenient too.

“Your particular persona has not yet turned gray to be Malleus’ breakfast because I dare, to the best of my mental faculties, find your audacity mildly amusing,” Lilia said with a grim smile cutting across his face.

“I thank you, monsieur. And I, if I may say so, find the bloody-pink in your eyes extremely beautiful,” Rook retorted, torn between fascination and a certain fear instinct that only made him feel more confident in his goals.

“Who do you think you are, hunter?”

“And who do you think I am, bat?”

That said, the two of them started laughing. Maniacally. They walked away but kept laughing, releasing all the anger and tension that could be felt in the form of simple fun between two colleagues.

Oh, they wanted to duel until death ripped them from each others hands.

Fortunately, you opened the door in time to prevent a bloodbath in your yard — after all, it would be difficult to clean it up.

“Hey, boys!,” you greeted, happy. “Wanna come in? I made pancit canton!”

Then you showed them a plate of fresh noodles, straight out of the pan, in a colorful combination of sliced pork, sausage and shrimp along with chopped carrots, cabbage, peas, onions and garlic. It smelled wonderfully good and matched your good mood. No wonder, it was your favorite food from the Philippines.

The sun was setting and it was close to dinner time. In fact, you were so excited about the process of cooking everything — from blanching vegetables to cutting meats — that the serving size tripled. Maybe being busy tidying the house didn’t help your distraction.

But with Lilia and Rook there — and Grim would be happy with extra food — you felt that little slip was worth doing it.

The smile that opened on your face descended on them like a ray of light in the midst of darkness, poetic as a fairy tale.

The animosity in the air was still palpable, however you were simply happy to have the company of your two crushes at the same time and there are times you need to take advantage of some situations.

“Prefect! I composed a song and I would like you to hear it,” Lilia stepped forward, putting the guitar in position and pulling a bombastic sound from the strings.

Your eyes widened and you couldn’t stop an admiring smile from appearing. Outside that your heart was racing just like the Light Music club speakers after a performance by Lilia. He was so cool!

“And I brought the best collection of poems on my bookshelf to recite, sweet Trickster!,” Rook didn’t lag behind and with one movement of his arm, the coat danced beautifully under his shoulders.

Another shot to the heart! As if that were not enough, the shades of the afternoon horizon harmonized perfectly with Rook’s clothes and made him an otherworldly vision, having escaped from a bedside book just to meet with you.

“You two are going to drive me crazy like this…,” you grumbled to yourself. But you did your best to stay intact.

“I just want you to bear with me 'cause I am only one,” you said. “Let’s have dinner first, okay?”

“All for you, sweet Trickster!,” Rook declared, taking your free hand and kissing it.

“A-ah! Okay?”

“What matters is your wish, Prefect,” Lilia skillfully took the plate of pancit from your other hand and also kissed it.

“B-but your guitar...!” He literally had put the instrument between his legs.

“There’s no time for questioning, magnefique apple of my eyes. Forward, my brave rival!”

“Said and done, hunter!”

You were still confused when they managed to find a way to literally drag you into the house, each holding your arms as if your weight was negligible and the situation completely normal.

It was obvious how Rook and Lilia, even if in different ways, could make you go “head over heels.” 

Well, you avoided reaching that angle when they deposited you on the couch and sat each by your sides. At least the animosity was gone and Lilia’s guitar was more securely propped up on the coffee table.

“Dinner, mes ami?,” Rook suggested. “Then a lyrical duel to the death?”

“A what...?”

“That’s fine for me,” Lilia accepted.

And so they lived happily ever after. At least until after dinner.

🦇🆚️🏹

Special Notes: It’s funny or maybe not how I can get drowned in my own work and never make any progress in months but the moment the inspiration for something strikes me as a lighting, suddenly I can pull off an entire 1525 thing in two nights straight. It’s quite simple and it goes more into comedy territory but it’s a homage for your underrated comedy skills, Pando! I still tried my best to make sure both Rook and Lilia could have their times to shine. I based most of the exchange in Lilia’s R Sports Card personal story with Rook (and just got off from that feeling). Have to say, I love a good unilateral passive-aggressive convo and they delivered <3

Now… any similarities of scenes from certain movies are completely my fault. I’m currently having a Die Hard and Kung Fu Panda brainrot, which is weird but it happened.

[rip-scalene]

O—oh... Oh dear...

...Is there anything I can get you? You seem significantly worse than you were before...

Hello, pardon if I'm not welcome here—you have seemed to cut off my son, after all—but I'm just checking in to see if you're doing alright? You have been bedridden for quite a while now.

(@rip-scalene)

shikbgwiiojehjekjrunbegfdrwuowokhrjkehgehoruhvdgsjosijrgjsokehjeoheggsghwkllrjjtiofyysjvsthsjvxfsuolkwosie.

[theburningeyeofdawn]

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“WHAT IS THIS GAME?” YOU WONDER. WELL I’M HAPPY TO EXPLAIN IT TO YA, PALS. THE GAME STARTS WITH ME PREPARING THE PLAYING BOARD AND ATTACHING A LIST OF ALL CONTESTANTS TO IT. WHEN YOU RECEIVE THE PLAYING BOARD, SIMPLY MARK YOUR NAME OFF THE LIST, INFLICT WHATEVER NONLETHAL DAMAGE YOU WISH, THEN THROW HIM TO THE NEXT PLAYER ON THE LIST. REPEAT THIS PROCESS TILL EVERYONE’S HAD A TURN.

WINNER RECIEVES A PRIZE OF THEIR CHOICE.

WINNER IS THE PLAYER WHO USED THE MOST CREATIVE METHODS TO TORTURE — PLAY THE GAME!

SO, COME ONE, COME ALL, VOLUNTEER TO JOIN IN THIS WONDERFUL GAME AT YOUR EARLIEST CONVENIENCE!

PLAYERS VOLUNTEER BY EITHER REBLOGGING OR REPLYING TO THIS SO I HAVE A RECORD OF WHO ALL WANTS IN.

THOUGHT IT WENT WITHOUT SAYING, BUT THE PLAYING BOARD IS NOT ALLOWED TO WITHDRAW FROM PLAYIN

CURRENT CONTESTANT LIST:

TRICKSTER

VALENTINE

WILHELM

MYSTERY

MYE

KIT

MUSE FORD

SILLY AND ACCOMPLICE

MEMORY ERASED FORD

MEMORY ERASED BILL

TOTESNOTBILL

RIN GLEEFUL

SHOUJO CIPHER

BABY PYRAMID STEVE (DO NOT ASK ME WHY A TINY SQUISHY LITTLE BABY WANTED TO JOIN)

ooc: links to previous pinned posts

[lunette-png]

hello 🧍

so i have been contemplating who the love interest should be in "waves of ithaca", i started the story on a whim because it was a thought i couldn't get off my head. but now i am clueless on where to take it?? i sort of have an idea on what i want to do, but the main one i am stuck on is who the love interest would be. i thought of two love interests and the possible dynamics.

first would be apollo, with him being the god of the sun, music, and prophecy. i thought it would be "the sun to her sea" dynamic.

second was hermes, with him being the god of travelers, tricksters, and messengers(let's pretend the versions where he is odysseus's great grandfather don't exist for this one). it would be "the wind to her sails" type of dynamic.

i am soo stuck ㅠㅠ help

i know they are the most popular characters as love interests, but the designs- I CAN'T HELP IT. neal illustrator's apollo??? laritamiauu's hermes???

[pinelittle-guy]

I'm sorry :( I scared my friend :(

You look like imaginary friend who said I should die. Hi! :D

(@euclittle-guy)

*He peeks out from underneath his blanket, revealing a bandage covering his eye*

HI! (-(

[giuliasmess]

THE TRICKSTER?? IN LONE STAR??? why is the spn psych 911 triangle so real

[ford-between-dimensions]

I am LITERALLY dumping a giant worm eel into the pit and you're more preoccupied arguing with your on-again-off-again husband.

...I mean, I'm not dumping a giant worm eel into the pit. the worm eel was already in the pit, I'm not--

(Spooky is dumping a Worm Eel into the pit.)

-- @masque-of-the-red-spook

Fine, you have my attention. [Ford uses Trickster Triangle’s Quantum Destabilizer to shoot the Worm Eel, then hands the gun back to TT]

@trickstertriangle Destroy this if you will.

[euclidean-geometry-supremacy]

[SWAP-EUCLID frowns.]

What? Why would I want to cut my own son's head open? I just came here to give him some ice cream because he was upset about something earlier. It's cookie dough! That's his favorite! ...I think. Honestly, things been fuzzy since last night, and I've been forgetting things a lot. Gosh, I hope he doesn't dislike cookie dough ice cream... does he like cookie dough ice cream?

[SWAP-EUCLID floats back into the room, carrying one (1) HUGE TUB OF COOKIE DOUGH ICE CREAM.]

Billy! Your friends took me somewhere else, but I got bored so I snuck away. I got you some ice cream!

(@euclidean-geometry-supremacy)

*There is definitely not a loud screech from underneath tt’s bed that a triangle is definitely not hiding under*

[t-hal-mothman]

A LITTLE SILLY GOOFY TRICKSTERS GATHERING

big dude is my sona nicknamed Ewe, he is a trickster being from my own universe and triangle dude is Bill Cipher nicknamed Bow, from my Cured Adhesion AU

[henchmaniac-ford]

*you receive a text from @askdrunkbillcipher *

NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS. HOW DO YOU BREAK A FRIEND OUT OF THERAPRISM? IM ASKING FOR TRICKSTER SO DONT START ANY “triangles evil” BULLSHIT RIGHT NOW.

Stanford can't figure out the telephone :( he sends a variety of voice messages which have nothing on them and a couple of Random photos before finally just sending a letter in turn. "I hate those cellular devices, sticking to my reliable typewriter! Now, I don't exactly know how to break one out of the theraprism for I have never been to that place myself but I know it's possible. The Axolotl is a powerful being, perhaps you should just cut your losses"

[ckret2]

I've inferred you like billford and i was wondering if you like any other GF ships?

if they'd been 5-10 years older and if Gideon had already gone through his humbling and heel-face turn before they met, I actually think Mabel & Gideon would've worked out pretty well; but Gideon spoiled any odds of that. In an AU it could work out. Anyway one-sided Gideon/Mabel is still fun to me because permanently unrequited love is one of my fav tropes, so Gideon can just suffer and I'll have a great time, sorry Gideon

I don't think they should ultimately stay together but I think exploring the toxic fucked-up-ness of unnatural magically-enforced attraction between Robbie and Tambry would make for a fascinating psychological fic

I yearn to know more about the siren Ford once dated. I'm personally going not by the "sirens sing a sexy seductive song" interpretation because that's boring and in my heart of hearts I believe that Ford is immune to conventional physical sexiness. Rather I'm going with the the Odyssean "sirens promise you irresistible knowledge" interpretation. What was that relationship like, what did she promise Ford, it's very canon that the promise of greater knowledge is metaphorically his siren song, the thought that at one point it was also LITERALLY his siren song is so juicy

I think there should be a love triangle between Manly Dan, Tyler Cutebiker, and Ghost-Eyes; Dan wins out though, Ghost-Eyes has that bad boy appeal but Tyler's got history with Dan, I think they've been silently making eyes at each other for years without making a move

the Hide-Behind is secretly in love with the Summerween Trickster

I believe with all my heart that Bill has the biggest stupidest crush on Quentin Trembley

we all know it's basically canon Bill has a thing for Wendy's mom, right

and furthermore if Bill ever met Mr. What's-His-Face I believe they would hit it off to an insane degree

I accidentally talked myself into realizing that Stan and Bud work REALLY WELL together

and of the other, like, normal popular ships that anyone else in this fandom actually cares about, I think Soos & Melody are the only one I'm emotionally invested in. I like them, I wanna see them happy.

Most of these I don't actively pursue fanworks for. ... Most of them don't have fanworks TO pursue.