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@deciphver
WE'LL MEET AGAIN, DON'T KNOW WHERE, DON'T KNOW WHEN...
OH I KNOW WE'LL MEET AGAIN SOME SUNNY DAY!
independent bill cipher of gravity falls written by sheep. he/they, 25. all established lore will be present, book of bill spoilers will be tagged as t.bob spoilers since i don't want non rp blogs finding it in the tag. b.illdip, m.abill, and p.inecest shippers do not interact. you aren't welcome on this blog. Formerly bllcphr.
rules under the cut.
❝ i dunno, billiam, you're looking a liiiiiiittle---- ❞ she leans forward, eyes scanning along the giant cracks along his tiny triangular body. ❝ ---shattered. ❞ finger comes out, to promptly poke the devil's corn chip square in the eyeball. ❝ i'm not scared of you! ❞ tongue comes out; blowing a raspberry at bill before she turns to run away. ❝ I'M GONNA GO GET GRUNKLE STAN'S GUN. AND WHEN I COME OUT, I'M NOT GONNA MISS LIKE HE DID THE LAST TIME!!!!!! ❞
A startled shriek rings out at the poke, his eyelid instantly squeezing shut as hands frantically rub circles at the spot. "OW! ALWAYS WITH THE EYE!" At least this time it's not spray paint, but Bill has no room to be grateful with the Pines family. It doesn't take long to blink away the discomfort, fury now traced over his body. "NOT SO FAST, SHOOTING STAR!" Clapping his hands, walls begin to build up in an attempt to block her in but they don't get far at all before crumbling away despite only rising slightly from the ground. Bill is quick to try his hand at hiding the way his power falters, instead deciding to give chase himself.
@deciphver / cont!
“ Not… exactly, “ Stanford responds uneasily, simultaneously answering both questions. While he considered his friend to be easily skittish, he’d spoken of some areas that might have cause for concern. And quite particularly when, well, Stanford isn’t in control of his own body. It matches up—the mysterious injuries and Fiddleford’s accounts… of course the Author doesn’t WANT to believe such things, but he’d be failing F as a friend if he doesn’t at least investigate it and ask for a second opinion.
Eyes dart across the chessboard, but he doesn’t take his turn. This is apparently too important.
“ He thinks that you’ve been… hurting me when we swap shifts. On purpose. “
Silence lingers after the statement, already alarming from the accusation only further due to the triangle's tendency to ramble on and on. Yet no quick reply comes, Stanford instead being met with a watchful eye that narrows with the remark. Then, all at once, the tension breaks as Bill lets out bellowing laughter. Perhaps not the most in tone with the situation, but when has the author's muse ever been known to follow customs? Maybe he should take it as serious as it is, but that's not his forte.
"OH MAN, SIXER! YOU REALLY HAD ME GOING THERE! COME ON, YOU THINK I'D BATTER YOU AROUND JUST FOR KICKS? I NEED MY BRILLIANT HOST AND PARTNER IN TIP TOP SHAPE FOR THE PORTAL TO GET COMPLETED! IF I THOUGHT YOU COULD GET BY JUST FINE WITH PAIN I WOULDN'T HELP OUT ANY PESKY MIGRAINES OR STEADY YOUR DREAMS." Bill moves from his spot across the board, a finger tapping one of Stanford's pieces before the hand lowers to rest over Sixer's own.
"BUT IT IS GOOD WE'RE HAVING THIS TALK, IN ANY CASE! BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE ARE OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO STICK THEIR NOSES IN PLACES THEY DON'T BELONG! I'VE TRIED TO BE CIVIL WITH GOGGLES BUT NOW HE'S TRYING TO PUT A DUMB WEDGE BETWEEN US! LUCKILY YOU'RE TOO SMART TO LEAN INTO IT! "
He is not having any of Bill's shenanigans. / ft. @deciphver
Your Bill is so Bill Cipher I will never stop thinking about it. You have his mannerisms, his speaking pattern, his characterisation downpat & your headcanons are undoubtedly him! I never not hear him. He's charming and funny, but in the same beat, morbid and terrrifying and you really have that balance. Your writing is thoughtful and engaging, and I'm always on the edge of my seat reading your threads. Awesome triangle, awesome you! Love this portrayal so much, keep going.
KAJFGBASFKJBFSAKJB this was such a nice thing to see ?!?!! thank you a ton anon it made my day! i try to keep bill as ic as possible since its just super fun to think about how he'd react or talk in any given situation and im super glad that people see it that way! if i cant hear his voice in my reply whats the point yknow gotta have the dorito screaming at you always :D ty lots!!!!!
Hey there !! Do you like DEMONS ? What about TRIANGLES ? do you like making deals and being tricked into giving away your body ?? What about beings that have infinite power ????? well then you’re in luck ! right here is a blog for Bill Cipher of Gravity Falls and for just the lucky price of a LIKE or REBLOG you too can be one of his puppets !
starter call!
remember that unless you tell me directly you'd like to keep a past thread with me I no longer have any active!
" In my sights, more like. "
"FUNNY! LAST TIME YOU SAID THAT YOU THREW AWAY YOUR SHOT PREEEETTY BAD. I THINK YOU JUST CAN'T HELP BUT MISS ME!"
@r5dacted didn't heed the warnings
"I'M GETTING REAL SICK OF YOU PINES INSISTING YOU 'DEFEATED' ME AT EVERY TURN! I'M DOING BETTER THAN EVER- CAN'T SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU, THOUGH! WEIRDMAGEDDON PART TWO IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER AND THE FIRST ONE BEING USED AS A PINGPONG BALL IS YOU!"
If he couldn't be haunted by the demons of his past, that'd be great.
"AWWWWW WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! I'M STILL ON YOUR MIND. GOOD TO SEE YOU TOO, SIXER!"
" I needed to speak with you, urgently. " The man pauses. " My assistant has been telling me about some... very alarming things. About you. " / hmmmm early mind electric? snip snip 😔
"OH MAN, I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR WHAT BANJO BRAINS HAS TO SAY ABOUT ME. ALL GOOD THINGS, RIGHT?" Bill doesn't seem as alarmed as his host, eye glancing over to the author a moment before it scans across their chess game once again. "LET ME GUESS, HE'S JEALOUS ABOUT ALL THE WORK YOU'RE ABLE TO DO NOW THAT I CAN TAKE OVER NIGHT SHIFTS?"
starter call!
remember that unless you tell me directly you'd like to keep a past thread with me I no longer have any active!
All threads are officially dropped!
Only those who have discussed keeping past threads with me will be answered when I start replying to drafts. I'll be posting a starter and plotting call shortly but if you aren't someone who's spoken to me about keeping a thread and you would like to continue it instead of starting over, please let me know! I'm excited to be writing with you all again!!
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them,,, // ft. @deciphver
What do you get for someone who has everything? Stanford had found himself asking that eons ago, in an era he still regarded his 'Muse' fondly--rushing back and forth for his every validation, his every beck, call and affirmation. A smitten fool he'd been, falling for his honeyed words like moth to a flame all for the sake of his ill gotten ego.
He's been sat in front of the statue for almost an hour now. Most people don't tend to note the importance of this day, or, lack thereof recently. It had never been an easy one, rather burned in his memory after his trust in the other had fallen through. There had been no date he hated more. Now, it's a dull pain that just deals him a sad hand, pun unintended.
" You know, I thought you had everything. " A pause and he looks down at his six fingered hand. " Suppose I'd been wrong. "
Been here long enough, Stanford. And he rises to his feet, turning heel for the horizon. A chess piece is left sitting in the grass, the breeze knocking over the King. In another life, maybe they had it right. But not this one. Never this one.
"ALRIGHT, BOYS! READY FOR ANOTHER ROUND?" Bill had cheered to his gang of nightmares as multiple hands raise glasses of different drinks, the triangle with several of them as his eyelid squints in amusement to the roar of applause. Each is downright thrown into his eye, tongue flicking out around it to catch any falling drops and failing miserably from the amount he pours. The party continues around him, like most days. At least today Bill has made sure there's some special additions- it's the most important day, after all! Asteroids arranged to spell out his name, fire shooting off into the swirling colored sky to crash against and cause sparks. He's the life of the party, and when that portal opens the demon will make sure to have every other being in the galaxy understand it!
Eventually, he finds a moment between the slowly rising ringing in his head to wave to the guests. Bill still has another freak to see, an orb floating close to him projecting his host circled between his statues and posters. The man's eyes slip closed and suddenly, Bill is back in his mind between the starlined dreamscape. "HEEYYAAAA SMART GUY. YOU ACTUALLY REMEMBERED?" The triangle laughs as he watches the author stammer about what to get for someone who has everything. "WHOA THERE, PAL! KEEPING ME COMPANY'S ENOUGH! LETS PLAY A GAME, HUH? TRY TO GO EASY ON ME TODAY, WILL YOU? WINK!"
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Bill is staring straight at the wall as one of the therapists enters. They're speaking, but he's miles away. Pupil shrunken, eye unblinking at the white tile. Blue and red is in his peripheral, but it's static. Its all static. Still, the triangle continues to watch something far away and unknowable as words are spoken that don't or won't register with him until the door has closed again, leaving him alone.
His hand reaches out, grasping at where the piece has fallen, coming back with nothing. He's alone. There's nothing there.
"YOU ACTUALLY REMEMBERED."
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