My Brain Provided Me With

Batman’s cape should always be drawn like it’s basically a sentient creature with its own personality. Bruce is like “hnnn I want to be a Creepy Night Creature” and his cape is like “got it boss 🫡”

Something I don't talk about often but think about So Much regarding Bill's character is the eldritch and the incomprehensible of it all. Like this guy is from the second dimension. There was a period of his life where so many things that are extremely normal and mundane and natural for humans would be incomprehensible for him. But at some point he broke out of his world and shot completely past all this and spent the majority of his life in a pocket dimension that is a chaotic amalgamation of many other dimensions and now the rest of multiverse has become so dull to him and the lives of every creature that would've deeply fascinated a being like him at one point have become completely meaningless.

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Bill missing his old home dimension this badly drives me nuts man. Like, Bill has very good and valid reasons to resent his old home. Obviously destroying the place and everyone living in it was uncalled for and messed up but while his actions weren't justified, his feelings absolutely were. And it just makes me wonder what makes him still want to return. Is it nostalgia? A familiarity forever gone? The finality of what he did weighing down on him? Does he realize he could've potentially utilized his powers in a more productive way to change his dimension for the better? Do you think he would've tried reconciling or at least talking to his parents again if he could go back? Does Jheselbraum mentioning them specifically among the many other people Bill killed underline how much he hated them or how much it haunts him that he has their blood on his hands?

I see great potential in this scene 💕

Performative Tibetan costumes (only in photostudio )

Russian girl's costume for holidays of Ryazan Oblast, Skopinsky District, Secirino village.

The end of the XIX c.

(from Sergei Glebushkin collection)

“I liberated my dimension, Stanford.”

Ever think about how impressively vulnerable Bill’s confession in the Fearamid was? Bill looks uncharacteristically serious and even distressed while delivering that line; it’s clearly a hard thing for him to admit. “Says he’s happy, he’s a liar.” This is something he regrets, a mistake. He misses home. He’s scared and he’s hurt, but he’s also angry and powerful and that’s one destructive combination.

Moreover, I really don’t think he’d make that confession to someone he just considered a throw away pawn. Hell, Bill was fully prepared to give Ford literally everything. I can only imagine the fact that “literally everything” was unacceptable just because Bill was the one offering it made Bill’s loathing way worse.

No wonder he tortures Ford, that’s a painful thing to be confronted with and no one does that to Bill Cipher! I’m almost certain he’d turn his own pain onto Ford: “Your family isn’t coming back. No one actually loves you. You’re worthless. You were never special.”

The Mind Cage, Ch. 1

Title: The Mind Cage Summary: In another world, Stanford Pines places a metal plate in his skull far too soon. In another world, Bill Cipher is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Characters: Bill Cipher, Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Fiddleford McGucket. Rating: T Warnings: self-harm, suicidal thoughts COMPLETE

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Epilogue

A/N: I found this among my drafts, and I thought I may as well post it. It was written before Journal 3 came out, obviously enough, but I still like the idea. Can’t promise frequent updates - I still have a lot of details to work out - and I can’t rule out running out of steam, but here’s what I have so far. Also watch out for mentions of alcohol abuse and, generally, Bill being bad news for Ford’s mental health. And also just plainly bad news.

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“Not that it’s any of my business, buddy, but why on earth–”

“As you said just now, it is none of your business.”

The man tilted his head as though to concede the point, and didn’t press the matter any further: all he did was busying himself counting the money once more - a large wad of cash that was most of what remained of Ford’s grant for research. Still, he didn’t mind parting from it. It would be put to good use. The only thing that mattered right then was keeping Bill Cipher out of his mind. Keeping Bill out of their world as well would come easier once he had achieved that, wouldn’t it?

Wouldn’t it?

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