there are eyes within the trees

Bill Cipher. SFW, 18+ mun. sideblog of fractal-fourcube.

[birchtreedemon]

hostnamexception‌: 

DON’T COMPARE US.

AND IF YOU’RE REFERRING TO WHATEVER MORPHO’S DOING. THAT’S NONE OF MY BUSINESS. I HAVE MORE PRESSING MATTERS TO ATTEND TO.

THAT’S SURPRISING, COMING FROM YOU.

*poof*

[birchtreedemon]

PRO TIP: IF FOR ANY REASON YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CAN ASSUME I’M NO LONGER WATCHING, I’M WATCHING MORE THAN EVER.

[birchtreedemon]

@hostnamexception

DON’T FORGET, DOLL, SOMEBODY OUT THERE’S WATCHING YOU TOO.

[hostnamexception]

EUGH. GOD. GO BE CREEPY SOMEWHERE ELSE, I’M GETTING NAUSEOUS.

[birchtreedemon]

HEHEH. COUPLE OF BIG FISH IN A BIG POND, YOU AND I. LISTEN. YOU WANT SOME FREE ADVICE? ...YEAH, YOU DO.

THINK ABOUT INCREASING YOUR SURVEILLANCE RADIUS BY, OH, HALF A MILE? JUST A HUNCH I’VE GOT. 

BUT SURE. I’LL GET OUTTA YOUR HAIR. *hat tip*

[birchtreedemon]

@hostnamexception

DON’T FORGET, DOLL, SOMEBODY OUT THERE’S WATCHING YOU TOO.

[birchtreedemon]

Check the news online, right now. They’ve just shown the first photograph ever taken of a black hole.

https://www.nsf.gov/news/special_reports/blackholes/

[birchtreedemon]

((Lately I’m involved in another muse, but Bill’s askbox is always open and he’s demanding offerings. Feed him your questions!))

[birchtreedemon]

@cubicscubedemon

SO. YOU THOUGHT YOU’D TRY TO SCREW ME OVER ONE LAST TIME. I’M IMPRESSED.

[cubicscubedemon]

I’m not that dumb. At least, not anymore. I held up my end of the deal; you never said I couldn’t give the kid a fighting chance.

So, no, I didn’t hand him over to you. But if you want to try and claim him, he’s there for the taking.

You should probably expect resistance if you do.

[birchtreedemon]

YOU’RE FAKING HAVING FAITH IN HIM LIKE A CHAMP, ESPECIALLY FOR SOMEONE WHO I KNOW HAS NEVER HAD TRUE FAITH IN ANYTHING IN THEIR LIFE.

...BUT SURE. I’LL TAKE IT. YOU HELD UP THE SPIRIT OF OUR DEAL, AND NOW YOU’LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN. HAPPY TRAILS, MORPHO!

...

SERIOUSLY. SCRAM.

[birchtreedemon]

@cubicscubedemon

SO. YOU THOUGHT YOU’D TRY TO SCREW ME OVER ONE LAST TIME. I’M IMPRESSED.

[birchtreedemon]

((Bill isn’t keeping track of what year it is in our world, but I am. Happy new year! Thank you for everything.))

[pinetrce]

I DON'T GUESS HEARING *MY* VOICE IN YOUR HEAD IS ALL THAT UNUSUAL, HEHEH. BUT I JUST WANTED TO SAY I'M PROUD OF YOU! Y'KNOW, FOR THAT THING YOU PULLED OFF WITH THAT AMULET! I ALWAYS KNEW YOU COULD DO IT. AND BESIDES, YOU WERE JUST DYING TO KNOW WHAT IT WOULD DO TO YOU, HUH? ~ Δ

Send my muse a message telepathically to see their reaction to hearing your muse’s voice inside their head. | Accepting

A voice that familiar didn’t need to introduce itself, Dipper would never forget the speaker. His eyes widened briefly, and then narrowed. Were this as recently as two weeks ago, hearing that voice ring in his head would have filled the boy with paralyzing fear, but now… Now, it just made him angry.

‘Bill,’ he thought furiously, certain the demon would have no trouble hearing his thoughts. If he was able to send a message to him, it was entirely possible he was asleep right now and hadn’t even realized it. 

‘I’m not looking for anyone’s approval, ESPECIALLY not YOURS. I don’t care you ‘proud’ you pretend to be, leave me alone.’

[birchtreedemon]

HEY, DON’T WORRY, YOU’RE NOT ASLEEP YET! I’M JUST TAKING ADVANTAGE OF SOME PASSING MAGICAL CIRCUMSTANCES, NOTHING TO DO WITH ME. YOU MIGHT WANNA KEEP AN EYE OF YOUR THOUGHTS THOUGH, IN CASE YOU HEAR ANY OTHERS THAT AREN’T YOURS.

YOU KNOW, IN A LOT OF UNIVERSES I HELPED YOUR UNCLE SIX-FINGERS REDISCOVER THAT FUN LITTLE BAUBLE. DON’T REMEMBER IF THAT’S TRUE FOR YOUR TIMELINE OR NOT. BLOOD RAIN CURSE, THOUGH, I DEFINITELY HAD A HAND IN THAT PAGE! JOURNAL #2, THOSE WERE SOME FUN TIMES...

HM, I FEEL LIKE I WAS HERE FOR SOME REASON, MAYBE TO LET YOU KNOW ABOUT SOMETHING OR OTHER... WELL, LOOKS LIKE IT’S SLIPPED MY MIND! SEE YA AROUND AND HAPPY NEW YEAR, PINE TREE!

[*poof*]

[birchtreedemon]

cubicscubedemon‌: 

vklw

Bill, I… I won’t, I’m sorry, I– I can’t, I just–

–there’s nothing for me there anymore. And I don’t know what you mean by ‘souls’.

I’m going now–

--NAH, NOT YET.

[He catches the smaller demon between his fingers, like an annoying housefly.]

YOU’RE A BAD LIAR, MORPH. YOU’RE NOT SORRY.

I DON’T THINK YOU GET IT. WHEN YOU MADE THAT JUMP WAY BACK WHEN, YOU MARKED YOURSELF MINE. YOU WILL NEVER NOT BELONG WITH ME. THAT’S WHY THE HENCHMANIACS EXIST. YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE YOU’RE THE ONE VERSION OF AMORPHOUS SHAPE THAT GETS TO BAIL BEFORE IT’S YOUR TIME.

THERE’S A VERSION OF YOU THAT’S STUCK ON EARTH. IN A HUMAN BODY, HEHEH. YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW THEY’RE DOING?

THEY’RE MISERABLE AND ALONE. THEY’RE DYING. AND THEY KNOW IT. THEIR CIPHER IS DEAD, AND WITHOUT HIM, SO ARE THEY.

BUT I AM A GENEROUS GUY, SO IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT FOR YOURSELF, I’M NOT GOING TO STOP YOU. HELL, YOU CAN KEEP THOSE PRETTY LITTLE BUBBLES, TOO. BE THE GOOD FAIRY WATCHING OVER ALL THOSE SLEEPING BEAUTIES. YOU AND I BOTH KNOW YOU’LL NEVER GET THEM OUT WITHOUT MY HELP.

YOU’LL BE BACK. IF NOT WITH ME, THEN SOME OTHER CIPHER. YOU CAN’T DENY YOUR NATURE. BUT IF YOU’RE REALLY SET ON LEAVING ME, I’LL LET YOU GO... ON ONE CONDITION:

GIVE ME THAT OTHER LITTLE THING YOU’RE HANGING ONTO. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN.

[He lets them go.]

I’LL GIVE YOU PLENTY OF TIME TO SLEEP ON IT! HAHAHA! GOOD LUCK OUT THERE, YOU LITTLE FREAK!

[*poof*]

[cubicscubedemon]

I feel a little impotent lately. The Mindscape’s a way to understand much, but through it there’s not much you can actually do besides… talk. Or watch.

oh no, did He hear me

[birchtreedemon]

ALWAYS.

KID, IF YOU’RE BORED, THEN JUST COME BACK HOME. IF YOU WANT TO FEEL POWERFUL AGAIN, I CAN MAKE THAT HAPPEN.

OR YOU CAN JUST WANDER ABOUT WITH THOSE STOLEN SOULS UNTIL SOMETHING EATS YOU, YOUR CHOICE.

[fractal-fourcube]

Again, my Twitter is @4DimensionFish. If you’re a mutual, ask me for my Discord if you don’t already have it. No other pages yet but I’m considering Pillowfort for the future when I can get a key, and possibly Newgrounds.

[birchtreedemon]

sixfingersixtails‌: 

The only thing that had really done Cipher in was the fact that he’d gotten sloppy near the end, and called in some ‘help’ that had brought their troubles in with them.

But Sixer didn’t bring up Maria to Bill’s face, however. He didn’t want his world jumping friend to get involved.

“I am not about to sign myself off to you just for the sake of protection,” Sixer replied. His voice took on a low growl. “I don’t need another eye watching my every move. I had the one in my head, I don’t need another.”

Puppeteer was in his head for all the centuries he was trapped; he didn’t want another one to get free reign.

Bill laughed heartily. It sounded weirdly jolly, something one would associate more with a grandfather who just told a joke than a demon proposing a dubious arrangement.

CLASSIC SIXER! YOU MISUNDERSTAND; THIS IS A GIFT, FREE OF CHARGE! YOU DON’T HAVE TO SIGN AWAY A THING! YOU WON’T EVEN KNOW I’M THERE!

He fired off a lazy pair of finger guns. WELL, IT WAS GREAT CATCHING UP WITH YOU, BUT I’VE GOTTA DASH-- I’M A BUSY DEMON AND ONE OF MY LACKEYS IS GETTING UP TO NO GOOD, I’M SURE. SEE YOU AROUND, SIX-TAILS!

And with that he was gone.

[birchtreedemon]

sixfingersixtails‌: 

“He will. He paid his debt with his life. He’s not going to be coming back.”

Sixer frowned suspiciously at the bottle of champagne. “You’re the second Cipher who’s mentioned it’s a good thing Puppeteer is dead. Why? Was he really that disliked among the rest of you?”

Nightmare saying he didn’t like Sixer’s Cipher was one thing. But another Cipher saying the same thing? There had to be more than just a coincidence to that, unless Cipher was saying what Sixer wanted to hear.

Bill shrugged with exaggerated nonchalance. OH, YOU KNOW. WHEN YOU’RE A MEMBER OF CLUB, AND ONE OF THE MEMBERS TURNS OUT TO BE A SCREW-UP, IT REFLECTS BADLY ON THE REST. SO THAT GUY GETS KICKED OUT! OR IN OLD PUPPETEER’S CASE, LEFT TO HIS OWN DEVICES UNTIL HE DOES HIMSELF IN.

The “gardener” leaned in, steepling his inky black fingers. NOW, ABOUT THAT LITTLE GIFT...

UNICORN HAIR ALONE WON’T CUT IT. AS I’M SURE YOU KNOW, THE STUFF WEARS OUT, AND ANYWAY, I’M TALKING TO YOU NOW, AREN’T I? MOST OF US CAN FIND A WAY AROUND IT EVENTUALLY. BUT I CAN MAKE THE OTHER CIPHERS A WORRY OF THE PAST! 

His eye glowed powerfully, making the space around him swim dizzily. I’LL KEEP A GOOD EYE ON YOU AND YOURS.

[devotedecay]

reasons it’s okay to unfollow someone on tumblr:

they make you uncomfortable

they interact with someone you’re uncomfortable with

you’ve lost interest in their content

you want to.

reasons it’s okay to try and guilt people for unfollowing you:

there are none.

nobody has to follow you,   they can stop at any point if that will make them more comfortable or their hobby more enjoyable.   people do not owe you continuing to follow your blog or an explanation if they choose to stop for whatever personal reason they may have  (especially if you’re only passing acquaintances but even if you’re friends).   i could be sad and confused about someone unfollowing / soft-blocking me,   and that doesn’t mean they’ve done anything wrong or owe me a reason to justify their choice.   you’re never obliged to interact with me,  and it would never be okay for me to coerce you into it.   as a community we preach self care and treating people with respect but then try to interfere with or punish people for taking care of themselves.

feel free to reblog this if you don’t believe in making people feel obligated to follow you,   and,   you genuinely support people keeping their dashes comfortable and fun for themselves,   even if that sometimes means not having you on it.

[birchtreedemon]

sixfingersixtails‌: 

Sixer gave Cipher a dry, deadpan look, then nudged the arm off his shoulders as his tails twitched in annoyance.

“It’s been six years,” Sixer replied. Six years since Bill “Puppeteer” Cipher had paid his six-hundred-year debt to Sixer and his family by way of his life. “And you’re right; this does feel like a good time to remember that.”

OH BOY. ONLY THAT LONG AGO? YOU’D BETTER HOPE HE’S GONNA STAY DEAD.

AND DOESN’T IT! There was a sudden pop, and Bill was waving around an open bottle of champagne that had appeared from nowhere. REALLY, I APPRECIATE YOU DOING A LITTLE PRUNING OF YOUR OWN! I’D SAY A SPECIAL OCCASION LIKE THIS DESERVES A THANK-YOU GIFT, HM?