BILL CIPHER MY LIFE IS YOURS *coughs And Dies After Screaming*

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my svsss comic about sqq and his little personality split (what if)

RAIZOU MY LOVE

Zwei Raizou mood/aesthetic board

our darling raizou is next on the list <3 going in i knew i had to use classical paintings on her board. i also didnt really lean towards pink, it just kinda happened? personally i think a rose gold aesthetic fits raizou best !

☆ Velara

crying- signifies Raizou's struggle at home with showing her preferred gender

sorry- Raizou is the cutest club member. it also represents her sassy nature

sewing materials- represents her love of sewing, she's also the one who stitched Litchi's face "skin"

ophelia- represents tragedy.

makeup- Raizou puts on makeup before going to school

perfume- something girly. personally i dont think Raizou would use perfume, rather a bath and body works type body spray

blurred face- another nod to Raizou's gender dysphoria.

birth of venus- represents femininity.

Hallo! I'll tell some things for all of you:

My name is Dorothea Reich (yes, Reich is part of the name, not my surname), I am a young girl who is not used with tumblr matters, but I know the internet enough to try. Please, consider following me, I'm a nice person, and sometimes will speak on my native languages.

Danke schön.

FINALMENTE MAIS DELES

ENERGY RECHARGE!!!

pls imagine them while listening to (Steal the show - Lauv )

I am going crazy like Ford.

I really love my friend, she is awesome

Billford is like me and my ex, we hate each other, we were toxic, we pretend it never happened, but we never stopped

Okay!!!! WHY did none of the posts about the page from the book of bill where he talks to Ford about his dimension NOT show the page before???

Because. Like. GUYS. It's FORD SHARING ABOUT HIS FAMILY AND HIS PAST AND BEING VULNERABLE about it (he only tells Bill about Stan then!!! It's clearly a sensitive topic, even if he likes to come off all blustery about being mad at Stan) and THAT'S when Bill shares about his own home dimension. He's mirroring Ford's vulnerability about his own family and home, through relating to him, because they're similar. And they ARE! They're BOTH the culprit of taking that strained relationship a bit further and ruining it (accidentally in Bill's case, and through anger in Ford's), and they're BOTH excusing their behaviour of ruining it, Bill even egging on Ford's excuse. And it's heavily implied here that they both underneath wish they didn't ruin the relationship, but it's buried underneath a thick layer of denial. Like. Christ. They're a perfectly toxic match on that regards.

I need to do this with my brother

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ㅤMore of my HC Remake of Reverse Falls!

This time with Mabel and Mason "Dipper" Gleefull

Help Gaza people

It's awesome. Chef kiss (is this the name?)

YOU LOOK LONELY... I CAN FIX THAT.

Sequel fanfic based ENTIRELY off of @void-dude 's AMAZING, beautiful, and incredibly scrumptious work

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Sup dude!

Oh yeah his brain finally kick started processing his emotions! Against his will!!! Bill at therapy part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

If Bill could sweat, he would be sweating bullets.

Ever since that damned dream of his, he had an even harder time getting Sixer off his mind.

What the hell WAS that anyway?

Ford was so... large. Larger than life. Like he knew everything, that he was strong and Bill-

Bill so... small. tiny. helpless.

Is that what Sixer had felt like when he?—

Bill decided it better not to think about that.

Tonight, he HAD to get that dream nightmare back for research purposes, of course. It was the only thing he had thought about, and if there's one thing he's learned in this infernal hell known as "The Theraprism™", it was that exposure therapy could be effective.

After all, how hard could it be? Bill was a master of the mindscape, and even if his powers were... slightly nullified, he could surely still control HIS mind. It would be a piece of cake. He would reenter that dream, investigate, and be out in a jiffy. Before he could lose his nerve, Bill lied down and began the meditation to slowly empty his mind. It had come easily to him, slowly shifting from reality to his distorted brain, and then gradually transitioning that world of chaos-filled memories to an empty canvas he could manipulate. For the first time in a long time, Bill felt in control. His mind returned to him, and not the sobered one he was forced to endure during therapy, but his REAL one. His safe place. His kingdom. It was momentary bliss.

Bill, holding onto that relief, opened his eye. He suddenly remembered why he was so hesitant to return to this.

There Ford was, in all of his glory. Bill didn't have to look down to know he was once again bare to the giant in front of him. He was vulnerable. Ford, or at least a cruel representation of him (was he forgetting what he looked like?) smiled down at Bill.

"My muse." Ford breathed out, a crackling pop sound overlaying his voice, one that was infinitely louder than any thought Bill had.

Ford reached out, plucking Bill up like he was nothing. He carded his fingers between Bill's limbs, caressing the triangle with such agonizing care.

Ford brought him closer, reminsicent of a kid looking at a strange bug they had found. "You've finally returned to me."

Bill felt just as exposed as the first time, blinking back unexpected and unwelcomed tears. He weakly extended his hand to touch Ford-

"Ah, ah, don't move yet."

Bill quickly drew his hand away, almost hurt at the command yet still obeying without thought.

"I want to admire you, just a second longer."

Bill breathed out heavily, his vision beginning to blur. It was getting too clouded, too close, too much- Bill wanted out. he didn't want this anymore, he didnt want to be near him again, stop TOUCHING me, DON'T TOUCH ME, STOP-

The overhead light glared at Bill, screaming at him to get up.

The dream was over.

Bill was alone again.

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