#bill lore

[myrrh1806]

BILL CIPHER LORE

Type wellwellwellbeing and click it three times.....you get to see three excerpts from Bill's files at theraprism.

( context : The axolotl sends bill to therapy after season 2 finale )

Type seven eyes to get a picture of one of bill's friends ?......There is a message at the back too ( a warning)

type cipher to see Bill hidden in history ( prolly canon...)

type ad astra per aspera ( ford's journal 1-2 pages about bill's statue)

type robbie ( bill makes an appearance in a photo, also Thompson hates his toxic friend but beggars can't be choosers )

type Dorito ( Wait till the end. You see Bill's true form )

type shave your grandma ( Bill's view on humanity. Its pretty funny)

type stan and click 6 times ( You get to play a game with bill and uncover granule Stan's secret shame)

type dipper and repeatedly click ( Bill basically trolls him. Its funny. Also something at the end after the paper is burnt )

type love for.........well, its almost every fanfic of bill in ao3. ( The image made me do a spit take )

type r34lity ( pics of bill's minions in their new homes.....crptos stands next to a drawing of bill. Dunno what that means....maybe he misses him ? Prolly mocking him, though)

type oroborous ( Sixer had a pet axolotl and Bill wasn't very happy )

type irregular ( Bill's mugshots )

type vallis cineris ( baby bill )

type tourist trap ( bill's in it.....might have to examine this pics further. could be some clue ?)

type bubble and turn the knob ( backward message says :“The Sky is on fire. Everything is burning. How could this happen? You killed us all. Remember us. Someone help, the murderer's name is Bill.” Prolly the dying screams of flatland before bill.....you know.)

type destruction is a form of creation ( rambling of fiddle ford after he peeked into the portal and saw bill.....could be clues in there )

type say baaaa ( Bill acts like Sta- a conman )

type naitsuaf ( you get to make a deal with bill )

type hectoring ( songsposition )

type weirdmageddon ( proof that the people of gravity falls are either in denial of the apocalypse or forgot )

type tantrum ( bill vs time baby )

type scary ( knockoff goosebumps audiobook bill made. Man, Bill and Stanley have a lot in common from the conman angle. They could have been friends....in another timeline *sigh* )

type goodnight sally ( no lore but, its a cool bill t- shirt )

type even his lies are lies ( Bill's pov when sixer still trusted him - bill is talking to his therapist)

type suck it merlin ( bill throughout history )

type black sheep ( Bill's a jerkwad )

type cursed ( Bill is a bad influence )

type card ( another one of bill's 'ventures' )

type one eyed king ( bill tries to hypnotise you )

type forget the past ( its a colour code for the smart ones out there....it would be awesome someone solved it, ig )

type lies ( you see how bill lies to himself......his therapist should take notes)

type monster ( how bill views himself )

type breakup ( shows you the bar bill drank at after ending things with Ford )

type Kubrick ( Bill caught on camera )

type hey nerd ( Bill 'ventures'. Don't buy anything from that catalog !)

type booberry ( welcome to bill's ted talk. nil, he actually gave solid advice if you ignore the projecting )

type fordtramarine ( describes a color only people who have come in contact with bill or other extra dimensional entities can see )

type hotxolotl ( info about bill and his henchmaniacs after his defeat )

type morality ( bill's philosophy )

type you cant kill an idea ( leads to bill's pyramid scheme ciphertology)

type emmaline butter nubbins ( you get to download illustrations of bill from the book of bill without text. Pretty cool )

type piñata ( bill gets beat up by a little girl. )

[newnewtheicon]

I wanted to post something for pride month for the Gen Z Eltingville club AU so here!

The picture 

[Author’s Note: The drawing’s not all the way accurate. I made it quick for the story and forgot the poodle—and yeah, I know the proportions are off. Just imagine the poodle in there, okay? And the grass isn’t that tall.]

When I was six, my teacher asked us to draw our future family. You know—stick figures, smiling suns, crayons worn down to the wrapper.

Most kids drew a wife or husband, a son or daughter, maybe both. Some added little houses or trees. It was cute.

I drew me… with a wife and a husband. One on each side, holding my hands. We had twin girls—brown ponytails with little swoops in the front, pink dresses. And a tiny gray poodle with a bow on its head. That was our pet. We were all smiling.

I knew what I wanted for my future.I was six—but I meant it. I didn’t think it was weird. I thought it was kind of beautiful. I knew what I wanted: a husband, a wife, and twin daughters. That was it. Simple. Safe. Mine.

The next day, my teacher called home. She said she was “concerned.” You know—that fake polite kind of concerned, where what they really mean is “your kid isn’t normal.”

That night, my dad found the drawing.

“What the hell is this?”

“Why do you need a husband?!”

“What kind of boy draws this crap?”

“Stop acting like one of those f*gs!”

I frowned. He always said stuff like that when I did anything even a little bit soft. I didn’t play sports. I liked reading. Anime. I used to play on the Bratz website with Jane sometimes. That stuff embarrassed him. He thought it was all “girl crap.”

My mom tried to calm him down—“He’s just a kid. Let it go.”

But they started yelling. Like always. Their marriage was already trash. I guess I gave them something new to fight about.

I went to my room and cried. I didn’t get it—why was I being punished for wanting something that would make me happy?

The only person who made me feel okay that night was Jane. She was three, waddled into my room and said, “Oh! I’m aunty of the wins!” She meant twinsbut said wins and it made me laugh.

She didn’t care. But she was three. She didn’t know yet.

Later, my mom came in and said, “Just draw something simpler next time, okay? Just… make it easier.”

So I did.

Me. A wife. One son. A normal dog. No poodle. No twins. No husband.

I brought it to school the next day. The teacher smiled and said, “See? All you need is a wife.” Then she gave me a gold star.

But I never forgot the first drawing. The real one. The one I threw away because it made adults uncomfortable. The one where I actually looked… happy.

That was the first time I learned that wanting something outside the script makes you a problem. Even if you’re six. Even if it’s just a crayon drawing of your dreams.

Sometimes, I still see that mini poodle in my head.

Still see those twin girls.

And I wish—more than anything—that someone had looked at it and just said:

“That’s a beautiful family, Bill.”

at the end of the day, this is all just head canon and I’m just having fun so yeah, this is not Canon. This is just a head canon of mine. I truly don’t understand a queer experience so if you have any opinions and you’re a queer person, and you think, I need to work on some things with his head cannon and stuff say it in the comments.

[aroundth3c0rner]

This fuck ass thing keeps talking to me help

Idk man he keeps trying to tell me about some fuck ass rif or whatever and some old guy, lowkey toxic my guy get over it already

[restinthewest]

There are three dogs currently in my care, two of which are young and are higher energy breeds. Tell me why effing Bill is the one who is giving me the most trouble 😂

[someones-pc]

Sorry if this is a bit personal but curious if their were any lasting effects to beinf hybridized or did you had to transition the "traditional" way?

My genetics got a Lil bit fucked so I just sort of *became a girl* when I got fused with queenie.

That's why I joke about nidoran female HRT.

I did have to do some of the usual transitioning stuff too but like with meds not working on me and stuff most of it just developed itself