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-I wish summer would never end..

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has this been done yet?

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“Bill-Dipper…Bipper!”

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I’m gonna let you kids off the hook; you might come in handy later. But know this: a darkness approaches. A day will come in the future when everything you care about will change. Until then, I’ll be watching you. I’ll be watching you.

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Bill Cipher in Weirdmageddon Part 1

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shake his hand for a starter. ( come on, you know you want to. )

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Bill + his wine glass

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Anyways…

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and to add a little levity to the dash after dumping a bunch of scary bill cipher discussion on the dash:

cool ranch dorito!

nacho cheese dorito!

garlic dorito! ( which apparently was a thing two years ago? )

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i think it’s really easy to underestimate bill cipher. i mean, he’s a little dapper triangle? he wears a top hat and bow tie and carries a little cane? he has tiny little noodle limbs and only one eye? it’s way too easy for everyone to think of him as cute or just reduce him to one or two traits.

i’m here to remind you why you SHOULDN’T either reduce him or underestimate him.

first of all, let’s remember that IN CANON, bill cipher destroyed his entire home dimension. he burned it and everyone in it, including his parents, alive until he lost his mind. he coldly referred to it as “liberating it.” he’s sadistic and masochistic. he refers to pain as “hilarious” even when he’s the one experiencing it. he tortured stanford pines during weirdmaggeddon, and tortured dipper’s body while he was inside of it, to the point where dipper was concerned that he needed to go to the hospital after regaining possession of his body. let’s not also forget what he did to preston northwest’s face. that doesn’t even need to be repeated. bill has no morals. he did not hesitate to try and kill dipper and mabel, who are only CHILDREN. ( “i have some children i need to make into corpses!” ) he made a couch out of living skin. he’s insane and that makes him brutal and chaotic. period. no question about it.

second of all, he’s crafty as fuck. i mean, he expertly manipulated three out of the four pines that i can remember. he managed to get dipper’s body from him, the rift from mabel, and a whole fuck ton of stuff from ford including the interdimensional gateway. honestly, if it hadn’t been for fiddleford, he would have taken over 46′\ a long time ago. he knows how to manipulate people and get inside their heads. and when he’s finished with them, he disposes of his loose ends. he leaves people broken, if he leaves them alive at all.

thirdly, he’s hella powerful??? in the mindscape he’s nearly omnipotent and omniscent. it’s nearly impossible to try and hide things from him once he crawls inside of your sleeping head. he will threaten or manipulate or bully you into doing whatever he wants. that’s not even including when he gains a physical body in our world. he can do basically anything. his weaknesses are few and far between. honestly, i’m almost sure it’s canon at this point that he wasn’t even killed at the end of the series!!! he’s practically a god in his physical form, and taking him on is a fool’s errand. 

to wrap it all up: yes, bill has weaknesses and flaws like every good character, but that does not undercut how terrifying and powerful he is. he should not be underestimated, and though i certainly will poke fun at him for the simple fact that i do that with all my muses, it’s a good idea not to let it affect your judgement of him as a character. honestly, he could smash our reality with no more than a thought. ( how this psychopath is from a children’s series, i will never know. )

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falling asleep while rewatching shows isn’t all that uncommon for jan– it happens far more often than she’s willing to admit. perhaps it’s what pushes her further and further into her insomniac tendencies and keeps her in that neverending cycle. still, watching cartoons about twins and murderous triangles that look like doritos before bed wasn’t the craziest thing she could have been doing.

dreaming about boys knowing her name and giving her flowers? not common as of late, but not completely unwanted, either. at least he was talking to her. that was more than could be said of other people. tips of her ears tinge the slightest amount of pink while lips turn up into the smallest of smiles before fingers reach forward to hesitantly take the roses.

   “thank…you? i-i mean– imight be here for coffee? i don’t– i don’t really remember.”

      “ well, let me refresh your memory. ”

the demon need only wave a hand before the two of them curled on a couch together, a blanket draped over their shoulders. a steaming mug of coffee is in her hands, while molten meteorite rests in his mug. he takes a sip with delighted eyes before turning his attention back towards her. this is too easy.

        “ you came here so we could get cozy and talk about the things going on since i last saw you. ” which was never, but she need not know that. for her, this is only a dream, and the dreaming mind is easily befuddled by his words. the conjured roses float aimlessly around their heads, creating odd sorts of halos. ( has she noticed that the couch they sit on is miles below the sea? an octopus lazily floats by in the background. still, the two of them carry on, unaffected. )

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       ❝  you  think  if  i  could  control  my  dreams  that  is  the  shit  i’d  come  up  with ?  ❞   any  trace  of  hostility  is  washed  away  as  her  surroundings  shift .  whiteboards  and  desks  give  way  to  a  heavenly  sky .  this  natural  beauty ,  she  thinks ,  is  the  sort  that  makes  men  believe  in  a  higher  power .  of  course ,  she  knows  well  that  this  is  not  the  work  of  any  deity  to  be  found  in  the  world’s  holy  books .  there  may  be  many  names  she  might have  for  bill  cipher ,  but  adonai  is  not  among  them .

        she  reaches  a  hand  out ,  fingers  splayed .  stars  themselves  are  at  her  fingertips ,  and  it’s  breathtaking .   ❝  incredible …  ❞    a  whisper ,  but  not  intended  to  be  a  secret .  augusta  has  no  doubt  he  can  easily  read  her .   as  a  child ,  growing  up  beneath  clear  country  skies ,  she  had  longed  to  go  to  space .  walls  had  been  plastered  with  sally  ride’s  face ,  and  for  months  she  had  insisted  upon  being  called  ‘ rocket ‘ .  space  has  always  been  the  most  beautiful  oxymoron :   a  great  unknowable  void ,  and  still  a  source  of  peace  and  innermost  calm .  and  bill …  well ,  he  seems  to  have  the  power  to  conjure  her  dreams –  her  very  fantasies –  and  she  doesn’t  fully  trust  that .

          “ CONTROL IS AN ILLUSION. hasn’t anyone taught you that yet? ” why did small minds always feel the need to put things in order? chaos is the natural state of reality: a thousand, a million, an infinite amount of parts crashing into each other. control is no more a reality than the things he creates in the mindscape. one hand waves, and two squashy chairs appear: one for the demon who relaxes back into it, and one knocking out gussie’s legs from beneath her so that she must sit. after all, this is to be a civilized meeting. in theory. a click of his fingers and tea cups appear before them, his eye decorated tea pot pouring out its contents for her.

          “ have some tea, augusta. we have a lot to talk about. hopefully these will get you in the mood to talk. ” on his silent command, a dozen tiny puppies come into existence, each managing to worm their way onto her lap. silly, useless, and excitable creatures they are, bill thinks, but it’s clear that gussie thinks otherwise. whatever she can conceive to want, he will conjure if it keeps her amicable for a little while. the black hole yawns hungrily beneath him. monsters are always starving, always looking for something new to devour. “ i’ve always loved witches. your very existence goes against the normal, and what you can do! it’s enough to make me giddy! ” a merry laugh bursts forth at the thought of all that weirdness spilling out, changing everything in its path.

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“ W-who…? “ 

He shivered as the strange being spoke to him. How it spoke without a mouth was a mystery but he did not want to think about that. Something inside him was screaming incomprehensible words and one that he could understand. Run.  Fiddleford prepared to leave but where exactly was he? He stiffened at the mention of a gun. 

“ H-how do you know what …I ain’t told a lotta people ‘bout that…?! “ 

       “ the name’s bill cipher. i know a lot of the little secrets you’ve been trying to hide now that i’ve crawled around in your head. ”

the demon would be GRINNING if only he had a mouth to do so. instead, he settles back into the air, kicking his legs out. with less than a thought, a replica of said gun appears in his hand. he stares into the business end before idly twirling it around his fingers.

        “ one thing i couldn’t figure out was if you’ve been using it on STANFORD PINES. good puppets are so hard to come by these days, and i would hate to have to kill you for meddling in things that don’t concern you. ”

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cartoon meme: [3/5] antagonists ✩ bill cipher

“a darkness approaches. a day will come in the future where everything you care about will change… until then i’ll be watching you! i’ll be watching you…”

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rp sentence starters using lines from r.h. sin’s work , whiskey words and a shovel I  part one / part two / part three

“ no one taught you to love you. ” “ that’s your biggest problem : searching for validation in people who will never accept you for you. ” “ who robbed you of innocence? ” “ who made you feel things your heart wasn’t prepared for? ” “ who fooled your heart into falling? ” “ you’ll cling to the good memories as if there were any. ” “ the pain will always be there. ” “ so many people are setting the bar really low. ” “ you get what you allow. ” “ and pain grew in my heart. ” “ i will survive this. ” “ i will be fine. ” “ i was never what you wanted. ” “ i was just the one you settled for. ” “ death knocks on our door. ” “ silence says the things we struggle to say. ” “ you’re an experience. ” “ i’ve been waiting for someone like you. ” “ words sound like hate when the heart is hurt or angry. ” “ you were never the one. ” “ i had to be hurt by you in order to find my strength. ” “ i hope you find what you’re looking for. ” “ i hope you find the truth and nothing less. ” “ your child is not a weapon. ” “ your child is not some tool that you can use to hurt others. ” “ that’s how they control you. ” “ we are all haunted by the same emotional devils. ” “ we are all running from similar demons. ” “ you’re so used to being mistreated. ” “ you allow your heart to remain in dirty hands. ” “ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ” “ we observe the lives of others instead of living out our own. ” “ we pretend to be satisfied with nothingness. ” “ i feel the scars on your heart like braille. ” “ i was forced to survive in your absence. ” “ i never needed you. ” “ one day i’ll stop believing you. ” “ we became nothing. ” “ the child in me will never forget the pain of being left behind. ” “ i struggle with the idea of anyone loving me unconditionally. ” “ i wish you waited for me. ” “ you love people then betray them. ” “ how am i not supposed to fear you? ” “ i found my peace, being away from you. ” “ i got tired of going through the same shit with different people. ” “ connect with someone who makes time to connect with you. ” “ my parents taught me that marriage means nothing. ” “ you deserve a love that makes it easier to sleep during the coldness of the night. ” “ nothing is louder than overthinking. ” “ you weren’t ready for someone like me. ” “ you had so much potential but refused to use it. ” “ it’s not your fucking fault. ” “ you my dear, are not for everyone. ” “ i was manipulated into trusting you. ” “ the thought of being in love is blinding. ” “ i’ve been struggling to find my way out of this. ” “ maybe the heart cracks to empty itself of things. ” “ it’s become obvious that i no longer need to feel for you. ” “ either way you get screwed. ” “ i’ve been growing impatient. ” “ your promises were like rope wrapped tightly around my neck. ” “ i remember what you don’t. ” “ my body trembles under the weight of my own heartache. ” “ the memories hurt the most. ” “ i get so fucking tired of everything that reminds me of you. ” “ you’ll be the death of me. ” “ loving you was draining. ” “ i decided to forgive you and move on. ” “ now my soul feels free. ” “ tonight won’t be easy and you know that. ” “ but the pain is necessary. ” “ i cut myself trying to help you. ” “ we were different people after that night. ” “ allow me to help you bury your past. ” “ let us give life to our future. ”

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a quick reminder that bill has canonically referred to the axolotl as “the big frilly know it all.”