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             NO PUPPET STRINGS CAN HOLD ME DOWN                  SO, P A T I E N T L Y, I WATCH THIS TOWN                        A B N O R M A L SOON WILL BE THE NORM 

                              ENJOY THE C A L M BEFORE THE S T O R M.

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*anon slides a human soda over to the Bipster*

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Tag your favourite rp blogs and use your gifs/icons for your own character to continue this!

                         Tagged by: goldensplxsh

1. My baby

2. My love

3. My child.

4. Let me hug you

5. This Mother@*^!&!

tagging: anybody who wants to do this

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REPOST with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc.

tagged by: mabeliistic

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NAME: Bill Cipher / Dipper Pines / Bipper AGE: 12 ( vessel ) / thousands of years old tbh ( demon ) SPECIES: human / demon GENDER: male ( genderfluid too tbh ) SEXUALITY: grey-romantic / asexual PROFESSION: part time deal-making dream demon, part time scrawny prepubescent kid

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{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS }

BODY TYPE: scrawny prepubescent kid that can't even benchpress a STICK HAIR: brown EYES: brown SKIN: pale, bags under eyes, various wounds. hes not in good shape HEIGHT: 4’8” WEIGHT: 130 lbs.

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{ FAMILY }

SIBLINGS: Mabel Pines ( vessel ) PARENTS: Mr. && Mrs. Pines ( vessel ) GRANDPARENTS: Stan Pines ( kind of, vessel ) ANY PETS: yes ( technically it's Mabel's but still ) || no

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{ SKILLS }

Physical Prowess: 6/10

Speed: 8/10 Charisma: 9/10 ( needs some charisma to make deals lbh ) Historical Knowledge: 10/10 Tactical Genius: 10/10 Strength: 6/10 Accuracy: 8/10

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{ TRAITS }

POSITIVE: fair and just deals ( only if it's your first deal w/ him and/or he kind of likes you ), "helpful" with his deals, humorous

NEGATIVE: self-centered, no sense of empathy, enjoys others' pain, masochistic, trickster, can be VERY irritating, teases others a lot

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{ LIKES }

COLORS: gold SMELLS: blood. that's his favorite smell FOOD: has a super secret weakness for human treats FRUITS: peaches DRINKS: soda

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{ OTHER DETAILS }

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? yes || no || sometimes SMOKES? yes || no || sometimes DRUGS?: yes || no || sometimes DRIVER LICENSE?: yes || no EVER BEEN ARRESTED? yes || no

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DONE! Now tag other people to do it!

anybody who wants to tbh

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{ mini-psa to announce that i'm going to be alternating between this blog and this blog!

i'm going to be on my other blog for today, so hmu on there if you wanna do some interaction! stay golden, everyone--i love you all! i just don't want anyone to worry vuv }

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Ask a question about the mun and the muse will answer

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this is not the screenshot i wanted but i can’t say that I’m disappointed 

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bill sees squished dipper.. squipper... bill is devastated

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[ wasn't it bad enough taking away my netflix ]:

    ❝I'm going with you & that is FINAL.    If there is a threat      of being caught, I’m going.  I can influence minds & erase      memories, remember? So, if you screw up AGAIN, at least      you won’t get caught for it. Now let’s go already.                                          We’re wasting precious time arguing. ❞

That's T R U E, but...

[Personally, the only thing worrying him was getting beaten to a pulp by Mabel. While, yes, pain was hilarious to him, likely being killed and, at that, exorcised by his "sister" wasn't too appealing to the demon.]

...F i n e. You can come along I F you promise not to k i l l me once we're all done. Taking N E T F L I X away is bad enough.

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[ how about you just don't kill me ]:

    ❝NO. How about I go with you,  just in case you see a FLY or      something & get distracted by it.  HONESTLY, I can’t let you go      anywhere alone.  You had one job, Bill, ONE JOB.  Kill a bitch      & be inconspicuous about it. No. You couldn’t do that. You had      to make a show of it, apparently.     UNBELIEVABLE.     Simply      incredible. Come on, let’s fix your mistake, so I can beat you up      for making one in the first place sooner. ❞

So, I S C R E W up one time, and now I need "p a r e n t a l  g u i d a n c e?" [Not that Mabel here was really his parent, let alone parental figure, but the point still stood.]

What if I  D O N ' T  wanna be beaten to a pulp after I f i x it? Do I just have to deal with you getting on my C A S E about everything, even when there's cops milling around? I'm f i n e on my own! I screwed up O N C E. I got panicked when I saw those flashing lights, o k a y?

I'll g e t it myself. Just watch. No trouble.

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COUPLES CAN BE INTIMATE WITHOUT BEING SEXUAL

COUPLES CAN BE INTIMATE WITHOUT BEING SEXUAL

COUPLES CAN BE INTIMATE WITHOUT BEING SEXUAL

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i’m a terrible person

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[At this point, it was fairly obvious that the pixelated pink-head was beginning to grow enthralled with him; it might have been her programming, as it would have been with every single previous player of her game, but it might not have been. After all, Giffany was sentient--while she did come with her own coding, she also came with her own consciousness. It was as though she was like a ghost trapped in her own game (along with electronics that she could connect to), and that in itself was something that managed to easily impress even a demon such as Bill.]

[Stranger things have happened in Gravity Falls; that much in itself was true, but Bill couldn't help but find interest in such an enchanting "computer program." Though Giffany here wasn't necessarily "real," in the sense that other mortals were, she was still her own sort of being. She was sentient, conscious, and capable of "deletions" that Bill absolutely admired. Both directly, even staining her pixelated uniform at certain points, and indirectly, with other sorts of electronics that could be potentially dangerous to mortal life. Bill found that Giffany's bold forms of deletion were ones that he was ultimately impressed with--and, in a sense, he almost wanted to witness her at work (despite having already done so from the mindscape).]

[Yet another genuine smile of amusement found its way onto the demon's vessel's features as Giffany spoke of how her boyfriends were so fortunate to have been spared from a longer and much more miserable fate. One more thing that Bill found himself intrigued by was the pixelated pink-head's sense of "morality;" it wasn't wrong to delete her previous boyfriends, as they had neglected and even abandoned her--they deserved to feel the pain that she'd felt. He was finding himself more and more captured by the pixelated girl before him.]

We see E Y E -to- E Y E on that! If your previous b o y f r i e n d s abandoned you in such a H O R R I B L E way, then it's only f a i r to exact your revenge on them, y'know? And the M O R E that they hurt you, the M O R E they deserve to be T O R T U R E D mercilessly! It's u n b e l i e v a b l e that any boy wouldn't want to spend every waking minute with you!

[Again, Bill was certainly one to talk, as he didn't have too much intent to spend every minute with Giffany--though, with how things were going, and with how dazzled he'd already been by the pixelated pink-head, it wasn't too inconceivable that he would inadvertently spend quite a bit of time with her. He was genuinely enjoying this conversation, hearing her talk about her previous "break-ups"--and it was fun to interact with her! Romance Academy 7 truly was a bit addicting.]

A W, you're too S W E E T, Giffany--of course I haven't r a n away! I'm having fun talking to you, even if o t h e r boys didn't!

[The demon offered Giffany yet another wide grin as she spoke of how "cool" his eyes were--"practically slits!" Of course, that wasn't too far-fetched, considering that the demon's original eye itself had an elongated pupil that often struck fear into others. He'd be a bit shocked that someone found them "cool," but then again, she was a character that was configured to find everything in her "boyfriends" to be interesting.]

Gee, t h a n k s! People don't usually find them too C O O L; in fact, my eyes have s c a r e d quite a few people before! Haha!

W O W, an electric chair, too? You have so much e x p e r i e n c e!  [Bill couldn't help but wonder what that particular boyfriend had done to earn himself a trip to an electric chair in the first place, but that only further brought the demon to grow even more interested in Giffany. He was impressed! Which brought him to the next question he'd been asked--just why was he so intrigued by Giffany's history of homicide, huh? While the demon wasn't normally so brutally honest, he figured that he might as well be truthful with the pixelated pink-head. What did he have to lose?]

Oh, I find all s o r t s of murder interesting--even committed a few myself! See, I'm not too much like your o t h e r boyfriends. I'm actually a  D E M O N, if you wanna know the t r u t h! I'm just a bit...p o s s e s s i v e at the moment. Haha!

[That was a terrible pun, but of course Bill would laugh at it.]

&& —— it was a  n e w  response;    not just typical  ‘oh, that’s cool -—’  or   ‘anyways,  about  my  day—-’  type of reply; and sure she didn’t    (   M I N D  )    those either,  ( regardless it was   f o r c e d  coding for her not to mind, but then again she w a s n ’ t  programmed to go against  boys  wills  therefore  it  wasn’t  a  surprise. )  but to have  genuine  interest be shown in her little flaws that caused  deletions themselves felt wonderful; as if being accepted  for the monstrous lovely girl  she truly  was  happening. it was enthralling, the  t y p e  of  person  Bill seemed to be;  different, a  g o o d  definition  she  never knew could be       possible; it was overwhelmingly ( C E L E S T I A L )

she  should  be checking to see if one so engrossed in how  many  times  she’s  had blood shed on her would have any negativeness,  but  she  hasn’t  and never will care for ones  flaws; one of the many pros about her coding; whether he  be a hobo or a top notch serial killer, as long as he’s himself then she’d positively adore him all the same, his true self was                                   all she needed.  

was all she craved, anyways.  atrocious  actions  she’s  committed  in  the  past  along  with  diabolical  ways she’s succeeded were well  hidden  between  e u p h o r i c   voice and pulchritudinous appearance; words laced with sweetness and care; evidently all she’d want to give to those who’d play her game.

                  ❛ —-——  Right  !?  I mean, what else am I supposed                             to do when they like someone else ? They’re lucky I’m quick with                            taking their lives;  If they  were  horribly  mean  to  me I’d have to                            stretch it out! It’s only fair, to experience the same ( pain )  I felt !  

                         Not all boys, I guess;  You’re not silly, Bill ! You haven’t even tried                                  running a w a y  from me yet, you’re so considerate —- ! ❜

he had managed to capture her heart fairly quickly;     a new record  she might say. with  others  it  took  a  day  or two for the coding to  kick  in  and submit  natural  feelings into forced admiration, yet she  didn’t  n e e d  it, not with a genuine smile like that, after telling him that k i l l i n g boys with cars was simpler, after telling him that she’s had to wash blood off her pixel school girl outfit.  he was dauntless                           in all the ways that weren’t  

                       ❛ —-—— 'Course they  are,  but  not  impossible;  as  you                                      can see I don’t have not a drop on me  !       Awe, you’re so sweet,                                      Bill ! You look so neat too !    Especially your eyes, they’re practically                                      slits ! That’s so cool !       Yup, there’s always the occasional electric                                      chair, casual ‘oops you’re in a tub with your phone too close to the                                                                  edge tough luck, d a r l i n  g . ’  

                                I’m so so so glad to hear that ! It’s a bit weird though, Bill, I’ve never                                 met a boy who’s interested in my murders —- Why are you ? Not that                                 I’m complaining ! It makes me happy to know that me choking others                                                                   with robotic objects is cool ! ❜

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[ ok yes i'm dead ]:

    ❝Oh, Bill. Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, you stupid sack of shit, Bill…        I’m not      pissed.  Oh, no, no, no.   I am ENRAGED.  I want to bash your head into      a wall.     I can let you pick a wall if you want.      But I want to bash your      head into one.          Then I want to throw you into the sun & destroy my      brother’s alternate’s body & then exorcise the shit out of triangular ass. ❞

& she says this in the most calm & happy way,  that you’d swear she didn’t even mean a single word she was saying. Except she did. She meant every single fucking word she said.       No sarcasm in her monologue whatsoever.

Y e a h, so--like I said. Extremely p i s s e d. Okay, so--if I'm picking a wall for you to B A S H me into, how about one in a mental hospital? You know, like--one of the squishy, spongey ones. Yeah. Uh--

[Alright, normally, Bill would be able to keep up with his snarky attitude despite having so royally screwed up, but Mabel meant every word she'd said. He could just tell that he was in for a world of pain if he didn't at least try to do something.]

Okay, so--I screwed up. I can a d m i t that. Listen, since you're so...uh...pissed about it, tell you what. I'll...head back to the scene of the crime? Pick up the tiny bit of evidence I left, y'know. And, heh, hey, if I get into trouble, at least you and your little organization'll be O F F the H O O K, right? Right! Heh, yeah, so--let's do that instead.

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[Now, that was certainly one slap across the face that neither of them would forget! Even Tambry was waving her hand frantically to relieve herself of the sting that it brought to the both of them, though the initial stabbing pain of the blow to his face caused the demon to cackle with a wide grin. He adored pain and how hilarious it was--likely something that the teenager wouldn't appreciate too much, after having delivered that "fatal" of a blow.

H A H A! Oh, that was F U N! Do it again! Here, I'll even give you motivation:

T A M B E R S!  T A M B E R S!  T A M B E R S!

“DON’T CALL ME  T A M B E R S!!”

She’d probably regret slapping him across the face later. After all, it was Dipper’s body she was abusing. The desire to cause harm to the being within was too great to resist, though, and she shook her hand to try and lessen the sting after making contact.

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[Mabel was lecturing him about not being aware of his words now--ouch. That stung. She did have a point; his rapid drainage of blood was likely affecting his mind more than he'd allow himself to believe, especially if--wow; he was actually going to tell her everything, as horrible of a decision as it was. What was wrong with him today?]

[It was...that subconscious desire to reassure Mabel; he was the one that was the "malfunctioning" twin, not her. Seeing her so gloomy, revolting as it was, brought him down to her state of misery--a sickening sort of sympathy that the demon couldn't stand. Bill didn't want her emotions to actually sting him, nor would they normally sting so much, but now...he was at the point of no return. He'd already admitted that he needed to tell her something, and no matter what, by the end of the day--he'd have to get it out.]

[Bill glanced at his "twin," the sweat seeping down her neck, her face--he could sense her pain, and while that would normally bring him joy...again, his brain had been a bit fried. They were treading some dangerous, boiling ground, not to mention that Bill's vessel had definitely lost enough blood to make the demon delusional. For now, Bill would blame everything--the fact that he was willing to confess to not being her brother, the...possible fact that he was beginning to care about Mabel--on the blood loss. Though, of course, that excuse was plausible...he wasn't sure if it was him trying to convince himself or not.]

[The demon did his best to walk, to relieve the brunette of some of her pain, though the more he tried, the more that an exhausted fleshy vessel began to lean on her even more. It didn't help their situation for Mabel to be attempting to rush them to the hospital, despite being in such a difficult position. This was dreadfully miserable, for the both of them--if only he'd done a better job of hiding his wounds, if only he hadn't insisted on breaking some souvenirs, they wouldn't be in this mess right now.]

[His "sister" began to lecture him once more on wasting his energy by talking, partially true as it was, and then--at first, he didn't feel himself slipping from Mabel's grasp. His vessel was entirely numb--he could scarcely feel a thing other than his own damn concern for someone that wasn't even his sister, and when Mabel tripped...]

[Things took a turn for the worst. It wasn't as though Bill hadn't already been completely numb, so it wasn't as terrible as it could've been--in fact, the demon would've preferred to feel the stabbing scrapes as he tumbled down the hill. It felt normal not to feel an inch of pain, but at the same time, it was disconcerting when he was in a vessel--not to mention that his last few rolls down the hill were somersaults more than anything else, meaning that he'd likely cracked his vessel's noggin somewhere along the way.]

[If you thought he was scatter-brained before, he brought a whole new meaning to the word now--he may not have actually been Dipper, of course, so it didn't quite affect him, though it did make him just a bit more dizzy...not to mention that he had quite a bit of blood trickling down from a few new scratches on his face.]

[Gradually, the demon attempted to sit up, his mind pounding and his vision even more blurry and distorted than before. His ears were ringing, and he could barely distinguish Mabel's voice from the intense, ear-piercing ring that penetrated his ears. Though he couldn't quite feel anything, he could just sense the vast amounts of blood pouring through various wounds of his, and his wooziness eventually got to the point that he fell back down, unable to move, hear, or feel.]

[For a moment, things were calm. He stared up into the sky, though that stare gradually shifted into his eyes closing, as much as he'd attempted to fight it, as he might just slip into a coma or something had he actually hit his head too hard...but there was nothing keeping him from doing so aside from his rather weak willpower.]

[Just barely, the demon could make out Mabel's voice, however...and that prevented him from losing consciousness entirely. Especially since it seemed to be getting...closer, maybe? He couldn't really tell.]

                    { THERE’S SOMETHING IN his voice that makes her want to stop. she wants to set him down, or take him back like he asks. he sounds — like something really is wrong. && not the fact that he’s bleeding out very rapidly, but something else. 

         but she ignores the voice inside her, telling her to listen — strangely enough it sounds like dipper’s voice — && keeps walking. }

                    ’ you don’t know what you’re talking about, dipper. you’ve lost a l o t of blood. ‘

           { he was starting to sound crazy. that was not good. mabel tried picking up her pace, pushing through the pain that was starting to form in her legs. she had to get him to the hospital. it was the only way.

                     she was walking as fast as she could, trying to keep his words out of her mind. he was just delusional. there was nothing wrong with him. she walked a few more steps, sweat falling down her neck && face. it formed on her hand, making the gash in her finger burn. it was still bloody, && still painful, && for a moment she just wanted everything to stop.

          the girl bit her bottom lip, pushing through. were they on a hill ? because it sure felt like they were on a hill. mabel kept pushing && pushing until dipper’s words finally reached her ears. }

                    ’ whatever it is, it can w a i t unitl you’re all bandaged up, okay ? now stop TALKING ! you’re wasting energy, or something. ‘

          { && that’s when she slipped. it was a rock, or a turtle, or something. but it moved right out from under her feet. && they were on a hill. the top, to be exact. && so they only had one way to go : down.

                    && down they went. mabel lost hold of her brother, her arms coming loose as he rolled away from her. she screamed his name, but it was lost in the sound of her wind being taken by rolling down the grass. 

          it felt like she rolled forever, but she didn’t. she landed, face first, into the ground. a few seconds later, she moaned, pushing herself up on her elbows to look around. }

                    ’ dipper ?! ‘

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[Bill simply stared in appalled awe as Mabel so carelessly tossed the journal onto the bed, and even winced as he saw some of the pages grow crumpled or torn. Instantly, his attention diverted back to his "sister," whom was now pinning him down as much as he foamed, writhed, and raged. It was almost like trying to pin down a bear, or a lion, or any sort of dangerous wild animal--it was just a pity that the demon had possessed a weakling rather than one of the above. Regardless, he still fought back desperately--he needed to reattain that journal, no matter the cost.]

[Mabel's mumbles to herself went almost unnoticed by the demon--he was already well-aware that he'd blown his cover by pulling such a dangerous move, but he couldn't let her take that journal. With fury welling up within the demon once again, he mustered up every ounce of strength that he could with his noodlesque body and threw his "sibling" off of him, rushing to the bed that the book had been tossed upon and staring in horror at what the brunette had done to it.]

[Once he'd partially accepted what had occurred, his glare of absolute malice met his "sister" once more.]

Y O U--do you have A N Y idea what you've D O N E?

It was barely a second before there was suddenly a force launched towards her, but it took Mabel a minute to realize that Dipper had launched himself onto her, scrambling to get the journal desperately. She held a firm grip on the journal to make sure he didn't get it and pushed him off of her quite easily, since she was always the one to win actual combat in their fights, which Dipper always avoided, and she threw the journal quite carelessly across the room, landing onto the bed, photos accidentally falling out and pages being crumpled and some probably torn.

Yeah, Dipper was gonna kill her for that.

She pinned him down though, furious at his attack. "What has gotten into-" Mabel's anger was doused when she looked her brother straight in the eyes. His eyes was supposed to look exactly like hers; this time they weren't. She only saw those eyes one other time, but she was never going to forget those eyes- or eye.

"…You."