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                   △ AUTO PLAY △ " ALL WISH TO POSSESS     KNOWLEDGE, BUT FEW ARE        WILLING TO PAY THE PRICE. "   indie Bill Cipher | semi-selective

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I’m like this close to dropping everything I have so I can start from a clean plate ughhh. I have so much muse to write with but so little energy. I’ve been practically sleeping through three weeks without getting up.

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Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure

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noxdaemon:

yo, it’s midsummer festival today so I’ll be online even less for these few days cause I’ll be at my parents’. It was snowing two says ago so yeah happy midsummer ahhahha. I can be found from skype: ishaymin ( the finnish one ) and kik from noxdaemon

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noxdaemon:

yo, it’s midsummer festival today so I’ll be online even less for these few days cause I’ll be at my parents’. It was snowing two says ago so yeah happy midsummer ahhahha. I can be found from skype: ishaymin ( the finnish one ) and kik from noxdaemon

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mabels-sweater-town replied to your post: yo, it’s midsummer festival today so I’ll be...

[( Yeah! *HI5s*! We Europeans know what that is! Oh NOW I know what midsommar is called in English. “Midsummer festival”. HAPPY Midsummer my friend! c: )]

[ Yea it took me a while to figure it out cause ‘juhannus’ can’t even be translated haha. Few years ago I spent midsummer in Sweden and it was so fancy! Here it’s just a free day for everyone to get drunk off their asses basically;; Happy midsummer! ]

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yo, it’s midsummer festival today so I’ll be online even less for these few days cause I’ll be at my parents’. It was snowing two says ago so yeah happy midsummer ahhahha.

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{♚}  Redraw of Bill Cipher’s Tapestry (s2e10)

Based on themes from Alex Hirsch’s Gravity Falls (2012) please do not use or redistribute this work. cheers. commission slots are available, pricing guide is here.

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Dwindling Thoughts

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He glared at him, hugging his journal to his chest. “Please, do you really expect me to thing you came out here to make me feel better?” He shook his head softly. He couldn’t possibly be here for something like that. He doesn’t care what happens to him. He never cared, and he never will care.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re planning here, but whatever it is, it’s not going to work. You’re not going to use me as one of your pawns in whatever you’re planning. I’m on to you, Bill.” He kept a trained eye on him, which would be called staring by others. He couldn’t let Bill win, though.

But, wait. What if he wasn’t planning anything at all? Or, what if his plan was to drive him to the brink of insanity? Is that what he wanted? Was he over thinking all of this? Well, what if Bill actually wanted to be his friend? Thoughts such as these rushed through his head, and he hated it. He couldn’t even answer one of those questions.

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The black cane materialized out of thin air and the demon spun it around few times before he lightly leaned against it in midair as he listened to the human. Pine tree claimed to be onto him? Now that was an amusing thought. What made it even more amusing was the boy’s practically visible confusion and inability to make a decision about his so called ‘intentions’. “ Yea yea, obviously I might as well lay down at your feet cause I’m as good as defeated. Oh woe, the master paranormal detective has got little ol’ me all figured out! ” was that sarcasm in his voice? Okay maybe his voice was dripping with it and he didn’t even try to hide it. “ First it’s braiding Shooting star’s hair, next taking over the world! My plot was too obvious after all. ” the words were presented with over dramatic movements, the back of a hand pressing against his ‘forehead’, leaning against his cane as if just about to tip over. The amusement was hard to hide even from a face that possessed nothing but a single eye. But the humor wasn’t really meant as an attack, but more to lighten the atmosphere. To point out that there was yet nothing to hold up against him that pointed in anything harmful. Ignoring the fact that he was a soul devouring demon but that kinda came in the packet deal anyways.

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I TRIED SO HARD, AND GOT SO FAR. DEEP IN HELL, DEEP DEEP IN THE DEMONIC HELL. CAN’T GET OUT ANYMORE. GOOD BYE SUNLIGHT. GOOD BYE INNOCENCE.

DON’T TRY TO DENY THAT YOU WOULDN’T FRICK THE TRIANGLE

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i thought about the yaoi hole

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She took the handkerchief from him and pressed it against her eyes, it drying the tears that fell. She was momentarily distracted by how soft it was, catching little glimpses of the golden  embroideries as she wiped away the tears. She listened to him talk about it wasn’t him, just bad luck, and now her face was being cradled in her hands, still holding the soft handkerchief in one of them.

Of all the things she had thought would happen to her and Dipper, all the worries of ‘what ifs’ concerning to the creatures of Gravity Falls getting them and taking them out, it felt somewhat  upsetting to hear that it was just bad luck that had happened to them - just bad luck that she had taken a two year long nap. At his question, her brow furrowed, wondering a) why it mattered to him if she remembered anything, and b) if she did remember anything. 

“I .. don’t know.” she said somewhat softly as she tried to think about, see if she could recall anything from the time she was out. “I’m not sure what i remember, really.“ she racked her brain , looking down at the white sheets that covered her, as if they would help her remember. “ I remember right after it happened - being brought here to the hospital…. and it - i was hurting. a lot. “ She grimaced, remembering the pain - white & hot - very clearly. “It felt more like two months, not two years.”

She looked up at the other, squinting slightly as if she was trying to remember something stuck in the back of her mind - like an itch she could just barely scratch. He had said he’d been in her head while she was in the coma, she didn’t doubt he had been, and that was what she was trying to remember - a certain little yellow triangle popping up along the way somewhere. And she didn’t know why, nor how, or what, or any of that - she somehow knew he had been there, but that was all. Just the knowledge that he had been there and, at the moment, nothing else.  A slightly distressed noise escaped her as she realized he had, indeed , been in her mind. “What were you doing in there?” 

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The demon noticed his eye wandering around the room as he almost avoided looking at the girl. Which of course was not true cause he didn’t avoid anything. Nothing too special about the room though, it was a pretty normal hospital room with some of Mabel’s items and some gifts. There were only few flowers anymore, the flow of them having slowed and almost stopped after the first half a year. The last flowers here were kept by Shooting star’s mother basically. Bill didn’t even twitch as he listened, not even when anticipation threatened to take him over. It was annoying, to feel so controlled by... emotions, but as he expected the other didn’t really remember a thing and a small frown entered his expression for the barest of moments. It was quickly covered up by a grin though, as the topic changed to his visits and he gave an almost sly look to the girl. “ Well you know how pleasant the head of a practically dead person is, especially when they went out with such a bang. I just couldn’t help myself, I had to take a peek at the carnage. ” She didn’t really need to know the truth. If she didn’t remember then it might as well have not happened. And Pine tree could tell his side of the story when he pleased and deal with that at it’s appropriate time. And wouldn’t that be one grand party that he particularly didn’t want to partake in. While part of him whispered that he wanted to be there. “ Although even on your deathbed your mindscape was as lively and pastel painted as always. Sickening really. ”

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I’ll be w a t c h i n g y o u ! ! !

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Tyrone was hesitant to respond to the demon, Dipper’s philosophy of “trust no one” still emblazoned in his heart. A small part of him did acknowledge the fairness in the arrangement,but still that wad a demon after all.

“But what’s the catch?” Tyrone asked cautiously, scanning his mind for any loopholes he might get trapped in.

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“ AH, THE SMARTNESS SEEMS TO RUN IN YOU PESTERING THINGS. YOU SEE, I AM BOUND TO THE DREAMSCAPE. CAN’T TOUCH A HAIR ON YOUR HEAD IN THE REAL WORLD. ” the demon explained as he floated closer and picked a comically stretching hair off the brunet’s head that snapped off and curled between his spindly fingers before he discarded it. “ WHAT I WANT IS TO BE ABLE TO EXPERIENCE YOUR DIMENSION FOR MY OWN. YOU WANT TO BE MORE HUMAN, I WANT THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE. YOU SEE YET WHERE I’M GOING WITH THIS? ”

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❝…Bill!?❞

🌠 Mabel recognized his loud voice, Well, who wouldn’t? The voice of Bill Cipher was really easy to recognize. She turned her head toward the doorway to see if it was the dream demon who spoke to her. Terrifying, but true.

🌠 Having no idea why she was in an un-recognized room, no idea where she was, if she were near the mystery shack of far away. Hopefully still in Gravity Falls, she hoped. But knowing that, this probably was Bill’s place, made it easy to guess that this was probably some kind of kidnaping. But why? Why her? She bites her underlip nervously.

❝I want to go home..❞

🌠 This made Mabel feel kind of scared, but mostly lost. She wasn’t even sure for how long she had been gone; She wanted to go home, now.

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The demon couldn’t help but snort at her admission. Of course. Maybe he had overestimated her and he was being cautious for no reason. She looked like she might spill everything if he just spooked her good. Or perhaps he could fish out all the information out of her after all, just not through her dreams. “ Of course. But sadly, Shooting star, you can’t go home just yet. ” Bill feigned concern in his voice, as if there was actually something terrible from keeping him from returning her to where he found her. The demon walked into the room, which was rather bare save for the bare necessities. He slept very little and thus used the bedroom even less. “ You see, your family is not yet here to pick you up. Can’t let you wander around alone after all. ”

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Dwindling Thoughts

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Dipper trudged threw the forest, having no attention to turn back to the mystery shack. He sat on a nearby tree trunk and sighed, pulling out his journal from his vest. He browsed through page after endless page, searching for something, anything to keep his mind off of Mabel. They had just gotten into a fight about Bill. Mabel kept saying how he was a friend to her and how Bill encouraged her little antics, but he knew what was really going on.

He knew that Bill was trying to do it to get under his skin. He was doing it to freak him out and distract him from what was most important. He paused in his thinking as everything around him turned gray. He groaned softly. “Can’t you take a hint?” He stood up and grabbed a rock, turning around. “Why can’t you leave me alone?!” He threw the rock in his general direction, knowing it wouldn’t do any damage.

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The fight had been amusing to say the least. Sadly he had picked it up only after it was almost over; the boy walking out doors banging and poor Shooting star being left behind bouncing between hurt and angry. The demon had only briefly visited the girl, his being just a brush against her shoulder that could have maybe been interpreted as comforting if you had a wild imagination. Then he was gone, and after the fuming boy. The attack didn’t come as a complete surprise, although Bill had to give the boy some credit for standing up to him. But the attack was avoided laughably easily, the demon lightly side stepping in midair as he materialized to the grayscape scape. “ Manners, Pine tree. Is this how you treat someone who came all the way out here to see that you’re okay? ” there was no room to be fooled, cause the triangle sounded amused, and even looked as much if you looked closely.

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Gangster!Bill nobody asked for. Inspired by this amazing person

I’m too lazy to finish it >>

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There wasn’t even any light outside, she noticed as she wondered briefly what time it was. Bill could be here for a long time, undisturbed by any visitors or even staff. With that thought processing in her mind, she looked at him wearily as he came and sat on her bed. Her heart began to beat a little bit faster as he began to speak, which was probably what prompted the ‘ no need to panic’ thing. She listened to him talk about visiting her mind while she was out, and what Dipper was doing, feeling guilty when Bill mentioned he was doing more worrying since she… She tried to push that thought aside for right now, biting her lip and looking down at her hands, where she saw she had begun to pick at the skin around her fingernails. She didn’t even noticed she’d started doing that. 

When a hand was placed below her knee, she instantly looked him, wearily meeting his eyes. What was he about to tell her? Bill looked like he was about to say something serious and she didn’t know if she particularly wanted to hear it, but Mabel didn’t think she had much of a choice in the matter. And when he told her how long, she suddenly felt very very lost.

Two years. Two Years? She couldn’t have possibly been gone that long. She was speechless, for the most part - had no words to say as she realized just how much she would’ve missed in that span of time. Two birthdays with Dipper. Christmases, Halloweens, Thanksgivings, New Years - she missed them. So much time gone without getting to see her family and friends- even the random tourists who would wander into the Mystery Shack throughout the summers, she had missed those too.

“H-how, I couldn’t, it couldn’t – two years?” she began to sputter out words, upset and unbelievably sad. Her hands went to her face, pressing against her cheeks as she tried not to cry. It didn’t work as tears came, like pinpricks, to her eyes - but she wasn’t openly sobbing like she wanted too. “Bill, please, please, tell me this is some kind of sick joke and that it hasn’t really been two years.” she pleaded, denial that this was actually happening spreading through her now like wildfire. She just couldn’t believe that she had just … just clocked out for two whole freaking years. 

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It wasn’t like two years was long for the demon. Heck, over twenty years stuck in the dreamscape had gone by practically in the blink of his eye. The weight he put on these two years wasn’t because he was worried what Mabel might think.; two years off some of her best was probably heavy for her, but no. He put the weight on them cause they had been rather different... for him. At the first sight of tears the demon took his hand off the girl’s shin, and picked out the handkerchief from his breast pocket as if on automaton. It was white and soft and had only the lightest of golden embroideries on the edges. It was offered to Mabel offhandedly as Bill took on the usual light and playful mood of his to cover the weird somber one. “ I wish it was, cause the expression on your face is rather priceless, but no I had no part in the accident. It was all Lady Fortune and some of her best brewed bad luck. ” But no matter how nonchalant he might have acted, the fact still gnawed at him from inside. Shooting star seemed to be drawing completely blank from these past two years. It wasn’t even that weird, human minds were fragile things after all, but he couldn’t help but feel bothered by it. He needed a confirmation to finalize it. If Mabel said that she didn’t remember then he might as well wipe those memories from the front of his mind as well. He wouldn’t be caught dead frowning over some human. “ So you don’t remember a thing after the accident? No phantom feelings or sounds? Perhaps some weird dreams? ”