Simple Bill: "Does Your Mommy Know That You Eat All That Stuff?"

*Bill floats beside Ford, whom is suspended in the air by blue chains, and places his hand on the edge of one of his bricks. He then extends it out from his body and takes out a pile of notecards from within it — as if the brick was merely an open drawer rather an actual part of himself*

Bill: "Now, the revenge monologue I've been plotting for thirty years: 'To my most hated nemesis...' That's you. '...As you know, you kept trapped me within the Nightmare Realm by refusing to open the portal, where I've been biding my time, devising your delicious downfall. In conclusion—'"

*Bill cuts off unexpectedly, squinting his eye down at the cards as he shuffles through them. Ford watches with the most deadpan face*

Bill: "Wait. These are out of order. Hold on. Hold on! Don't roll your eye at me! I'VE BEEN TRAPPED FOR THIRTY YEARS! I'm entitled to a full minute of gloating! I will make you watch as I destroy everything you've ever loved, starting with your precious little town!"

Bill: ...

Ford: ...

Bill: "Ooh, that's good. Got a pen?"

(Incorrect Quote sourced from the episode "The Shadow War Part ||: The Day of the Ducks!" of the Disney series "Ducktales (2017)".)

(SPOILER WARNING for the endings of Little Nightmares || and the Security Breach: Ruin DLC)

If I had a nickel for every time the protagonist of an indie horror game, after getting into the final boss fight from an attempt to save their best friend, was dropped and betrayed by said friend, I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

I'm exposing all of you.

@majoringinfanfiction @pickledoesthetumbling (Yes, I know you posted this first, but I still agree with the statement and you are one of such friends.)

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

*Holly after showing up at Dr. Oddswell's house uninvited and unexpected demanding to meet the B-Bros in person*

Holly: "You said how I got your address?"

Bendy: ...

Boris: ...

Holly: "Don't you worry about that bro—"

Alright, so story time: I intend on becoming an author my career. I love writing and just the endless creativity that comes with crafting fictional stories. And my blog is meant to be a way that I can share my writings with the world. So, obviously, I wanted to create a user name that was writing-themed. First, I tried out the user "writing-dreams" because all of my fics start out as daydreams essentially; except, instead of being mentally projected as an image, it's just sentences. Also, being a writer is — as I previously stated — my dream job, so it fit well.

However, unfortunately for me, it was taken. After that, I was kind of stumped because I suck at naming things. Then I remembered this random post that went like this: "I wish people would romanticize gaming like how they romanticize reading. People talk about spending an entire day in solitude, reading a book, and that's perfectly acceptable. Encouraged even! But, when I tell people about how I spend an entire day playing video games, all of sudden it's 'unhealthy' and I need to 'take a break and go touch grass.' It's not fair. They should romanticize gaming the same way!" And I was struck with the idea of making my username "romanticizing-writing" due to my passion for writing and random remembrance of that post.

No pressure tags:

@majoringinfanfiction @trashyt0shy

Hey! Tag Game!

I'm gonna try to start one of these lmao

Reblog with the story behind your username

In Breath of the Wild, Urbosa calls Zelda her little bird, I modified it and stole it basically. sometimes I am also Birb because it's just funny

@itsa-thing @i-love-zelda-16 @fithesworddweller @alientheoristemmy @lizzable @astoria-nyx-moon @amayis-bigtower @loaboo @preposterousray @stargazin-on-mars @rav3nz3r0 @crims0nr0s3 @clowncore09 anybody else that feels like sharing ig

Yeah, that would've been more lore-accurate, but Markiplier didn't know that when he originally said the meme 🤷‍♀️

Is that the bookmark of '87-

I accidentally posted my unfinished final draft of the first chapter of my fanfic 😭💀I changed it to a private post and am going to have to continue editing it this way now. I don't know how that happened. I had it listed as a draft. Better than accidentally deleting it, I guess

Cuphead (upon being offered the Devil's deal): "And that's when it hit me: The best idea I ever had in my entire life! "

—Later that day—

Mugman: "That was the worst idea you ever had in your entire life! "

A Game of Pretend

Prologue

Ford was a fraud of a muse that wanted to use him to accomplish...whatever corrupt plans he had. Bill was aware of this from the start in an instinctual way he couldn't quite place his finger on. The routine felt familiar to him, as if it was something he was destined to experience, and yet so distant at the same time. Like he had only been left with a phantom whisp of a trace to go off and use in picking up the pieces. Off.

Not that he'd never met some scheming, manipulative puppeteer who attempted (emphasis on attempt; he was no easy target) to trick and exploit him before— No, Bill was well equipped with the type and how to handle them. It was just that this time felt... different.

...

He wasn't sure what to think about that.

...

So, he wouldn't.

Ford claimed to be a benevolent god bestowing wisdom upon those living their lives in ignorance. Clearing the fog that blinded their eyes and enlightening them with knowledge previously beyond their comprehension. A muse.

What he wouldn't say was that he was liar who was barely managing to hide his ulterior motives with every breath he took. Bill didn't care nearly enough to tell the guy, though. He'd let him have his fun as long the egomaniac got the memo that the painter wasn't interested in whatever con he was selling and left to go pester the next potential puppet. After all, he was a busy guy! He had perspectives to shatter with his breathtaking — totally original — art; stars to gaze at; etcetera, etcetera. You get the idea.

As he had previously stated (and was proud to declare), he knew how to deal with scumbags like these: Beings striving to play the long game to reel you in to a false sense of security where all they have to do to pull the strings is a simple lift of a finger, and — BAM! — they have someone, either entirely out of their will or out of pressure, capable of doing their bidding.

It never got to that part for Bill, though. He wasn't one to brag (he very much was so, depending on who he was talking to), but he had a natural talent for spotting out shapes — and more — like them. He stopped them before they even had the chance to play their games. He learned the best tip was to ignore them. It usually took a while, sure, since they were persistent to get their way, but as long as you were as well, they would give up.

So, that was what he had decided to do with the confusing higher being. Any attempts at conversation from his behalf would be met with utter silence from the Euclidean triangle, whom acted like he couldn't see him. That's how most of their interactions were...in the beginning.

Hey! A shape could only be so patient before something — or someone — got on their nerves! So, eventually, Bill snapped. He started yelling at the six-fingered person, cursing him out. This only seemed to amuse the supposedly 'superior' being, though, which got on the painter's nerves more. He acted oh so better and greater, all because he could float and do...er...other things Bill couldn't remember at the moment.

In the end, he caved in to the god's desires, deciding that his irritating efforts would diminish if the triangle played along ever the slightest bit.

They began to hold genuine conversations where they learned about one another. Ford began to seem less like some far-away, untouchable being who was created into existence just to annoy him, and more like an actual person with feelings and thoughts. Who knew! And — here's the real kicker — Bill was starting to like him.

Behind that arrogant, all-powerful persona was someone who listened to him, emphasizing, understanding. He truly was intelligent and shared ideas that the painter would have never considered on his own. They taught each other things, and instantly developed a kind of chemistry and dymanic that only that one person can create with you. He was funny, charming, charismatic...

...

But, still manipulative. Still trying to rope Bill into becoming some kind of puppet he could utilize for whatever plots he has in mind. He hadn't forgotten that, nor did Ford get any better at masking it.

He knew that he should cut him off, stop things now before they began to spiral into something worse he couldn't return from. But, he was hesitant to because Ford was the only other person capable of understanding him. Because Ford filled that gaping ache of missing companship. Because he was so starved for any other kind of connection he could have after a childhood of being alone, outcasted by his society for being different. Because Ford was the only other person who was just as much of a freak as him. Because Ford could not only tolerate his weirdness, but even like it. Because Ford was the only other person who knew what was like to see the stars...

...

He didn't want to lose that. Didn't want to lose his muse who showed him wonderful things he never dreamed of seeing before. Didn't want to lose his love.

And, besides, he was curious to find out what Ford's plans were and his curiosity was one that was rarely left unfulfilled.

So, for the first time ever, Bill would entertain this manipulator. Allow himself to go along with whatever ulterior motives he has planned. Engage himself in a game of pretend.

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The "Euclydia Rises" AU was created by @orxinus . Thank you for reading! 💖

Next Chapter:

(Currently being worked on)

No idea what you're supposed to do for this, but oh well. 🤷‍♀️

(Apologies for sending this strange abomination to all of you)

@ameluvs @kat-reich-4222000 @pickledoesthetumbling

All of you have spent hours fixated on a particular project that you're passionate about.

...

And maybe need to touch grass—

(This is a joke, please don't hate me 😥)

yes, i am doing this again.

mutuals + other people, rb this with a hyper-specific “headcanon” of the person who tagged you

idk who to do so i’ll just tag some people to get it started

@arijaiscool, @glitch-studios, @microraptorhours, @sykatz, @4rielle, @frankiefridayyy

all tags are no pressure ofc