#monster!bill

[monsterparoleau]

A bad doodle of the two boys on this blog.

[mx-marrow]

Oh no SOMEBODY removed Trashbill’s collar.

[mx-marrow]

It’s my tol chub.

[eldritchwreckage-blog]

Have a little rough sketch of Trash when he says he’s being a space snake.  Also the form he’s chosen to consume the Earth with. Huzzah!

[hiddencryptic-blog]

Warmup doodles of a Bill thats a first favorite. I love his design lots uefnsefuiwegfrj time to finish other sketches This design is (c) @sweatycipherologist /@Thatisoscelesbastard

[ladyofthefanart]

What Are You?

A very strange AU. I wrote this as a Grievana story back in middle school, and so when I decided to change it to BillDip yesterday....well, it strange. I’ll explain the AU better in later posts. Enjoy.

I looked up at him, eyes roaming over his sculpted body, powerful, strong, perfect…

“I don’t believe that any man could do that.”

“I’m not a man,” the demon replied.

“Then what are you?” I demanded.

“I’m a monster,” he replied expressionlessly, neither hateful nor proud of that. It was like me saying, “I am alive. I am human.” It was simply a calm statement of a fact. Because of this, I regarded it as no more than just that, an objective fact.

“Are you really?” I asked. He didn’t seem particularly monstrous at the moment. Sure, his outfit was ridiculous and he had one giant eye smack in the middle of his face, but he was still overarchingly humanoid in appearance. Even with a slit pupil and no iris, his eye was still relatively human in shape and appearance.

Bill just shrugged his pointy shoulders. “Sure. You could call me a demon. But it means the same thing. I’m not a human. They’re all just words to define something that can’t be defined. Something outside mortal concept.”

I paused, then settled back in my seat and rested my ankle on my knee. “Okay. But you don’t seem particularly monstrous right now.”

“Don’t I?” He flashed me a dazzling grin, revealing the teeth I’d forgotten were hidden behind the too-wide black mouth; rows of silver daggers.

Except I still wasn’t particularly afraid, if that’s what he was going for. I’d seen him as a triangle, I’d seen him as a human--I couldn’t really imagine him being anything worth fearing. Yes, Weirdmageddon had been terrifying, but in retrospect it could have been so much worse, so much more violent and brutal and actually apocalyptic.

“No,” I admitted, watching the smile fade from his face as he went back to expressionlessness. “I’ll be honest, I don’t feel particularly threatened by you.”

There was a slight sneer curling at his lip, but he said nothing, waiting for me to explain.

“I can tell that you’re not completely human, but everything you’ve said you can do--the things you say you’re capable of--I mean, I suppose I believe that you could, in theory, but you don’t have your magic. I have trouble imagining you actually being able to, say, rip a man apart.” I paused. I wasn’t going to mention how spindly his physical form appeared, with those long, almost effeminate legs, his narrow waist, long thin arms…

“Though, you do drink blood, and I’ve seen you attack animals before.” I conceded. “So, I suppose I guess you’re about as lethal as a, say, vampire. Or a werewolf? I’m not saying you’re not dangerous--”

Now he did sneer. “What an insult, Pinetree.”

“Hey, I’m not trying to be insulting.” I didn’t bother mentioning that whether he was a capable killer or not, I found him very beautiful. He didn’t need to know that. This was a discussion about whether or not he needed to be kept under lock and key the way he was. “I’m just saying that you aren’t a predator. At least, not now, or not in this form. So I don’t think you’re as dangerous as Ford and Stan say.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He rubbed at his wrist where the shackles had been, first one hand, then the other. “I am indeed a predator. In fact, I’m designed to be an apex predator--designed to prey specifically on humans.” He started to smile again, looking at me almost hungrily. “Mainly, I just kill. I don’t hunt for food, I hunt for fun--mostly. Buuut….sometimes I decide to indulge my….darker nature.” His smile widened. “Have you ever slit someone’s throat open with your bare claws, Pinetree? Bathed in the blood pulsing from their gaping throat, sank your teeth into soft flesh? You should. It’s great.”

“I’ll pass.”

He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers in the light shining down into the circular stone chamber. I still wasn’t sure if he was wearing gloves or if the skin was black--aside from the few times we’d done….intimate things….he’d never taken off his clothes, and during those times I tended to be preoccupied….and on my face. It certainly looked like he was wearing gloves--black ones that seemed to extend up past his wrist, probably to his elbow. They shone like a soft polyester and felt more like suede, but his claws were there, two inches long, a millimeter thick at the base, wickedly pointed, about as hard as a diamond, and very much attached to his fingertips like a fingernail. I suppose it made sense that there would be some weird things about him--he did seem to be sort of attached to his clothes in other ways. The moving eye on the inside of his tails, for one. The fact that I was 90% sure his shoes were some kind of strange hoof or fused toe with yellow spats on them and a claw for a heel. The hat that didn’t come off even though it was floating over his head to begin with.

“Look carefully, Pinetree,” he said, seriously for once. “See these claws? They can slice through that glass wall in front of you with a single swipe. I don’t even need to put actual power behind it to break the glass. They can’t be broken by hitting some mortal material.” He flexed his fingers, and the claws shot out further, lengthened to about four and a half inches. I was impressed, I hadn’t known they could do that. I did know he sometimes tore the bedsheets up, but I had never given it a whole lot of thought. Knowing that those claws had been so close to my skin sent a thrill through my core, but also a bit of a shiver. It was so easy to forget he wasn’t human.

“See my fangs?” He bared them all, pulling his black lips back so far that I could see every single tooth in his skull. His lips nearly touched his triangle earrings. Each tooth was about an inch and a half in length at best and an inch at the smallest. “Look at them. You can’t tell from over there--you couldn’t tell from up close, even--but each one has a serrated edge. And you know what, Pinetree? They get longer if I want them to.” To emphasize his point, he opened his mouth and his fangs lengthened half an inch with a grinding noise that made me uncomfortable. He’d bitten me once, but he hadn’t left any lasting damage, so how had he avoided that? “They’ll rip through skin and muscle and splinter bone in a matter of seconds. Nevermind the power of my jaws themselves. You want to know who has a stronger bite, me or a crocodile? Me. The difference is I have a more powerful jaw-opening strength.”

“Bullshit. Crocodiles have a bite of almost 7000 PSI in some cases.” I shook my head. “Your jaw is too small, you don’t have enough weight or force behind it to create that much pressure--”

“That’s what you think, Pinetree,” Bill retorted. “Remember that I’m not bound by the laws of nature like you are. I could bite a steel girder in half, if it could fit in my mouth.”

I settled back in my chair, eyes narrowed, not completely sure if I believed him or not. The concept was incredibly unsettling, but it also seemed a bit far-fetched, although unlike Ford I didn’t always try to find a scientific explanation for things. Sometimes I just accepted that there were things that had no logical explanation at all. Like Bill. Like everything that had to do with Bill.

“All right, say I believe you.” I could see he was offended that I was still skeptical. “So you’re an apex predator. You don’t hunt humans, at least not anymore--not currently. And to be entirely honest I’m surprised you’re arguing for being kept in a dungeon.”

The demon snorted. “I want to be let out just as much as you seem to want me out, but I’m offended by your insistence that I’m harmless. It’s an insult.”

“Well, I’m sorry I insulted you. You’re not harmless; there. You happy?”

He tapped his toe, but then smiled at me. “For now.”

I pushed the chair back and stood with a grunt. “Okay, so we got that discussion over with. I still don’t think you’re a danger to other people, since you have complete control over your own actions, it’s not like you have some insatiable killer instinct. You’re definitely been in very close physical proximity to me and you haven’t tried to end my life.” I felt my face burning slightly as I mentioned that.

Bill drifted forward, moving like a ghost, and I realized belatedly that I wasn’t supposed to be so close to him, per Ford’s orders--but I’d been so much closer before--

“Hmm. No, I haven’t. But….” There was the faintest hint of a threat in his voice, and my head snapped up when I realized he’d somehow gotten behind me in the space of several seconds, and I hadn’t noticed nor heard him move.

The grace of a predator.

“But you, Pinetree—everything about you tempts me….in more ways than one.” There was a dark, seductive, dangerous tint in his voice, expressing his desire—warning me that I should be afraid. I could feel the heat of his body near me as he circled me like a prowling wolf, way too close for comfort, and I berated myself for being so stupid as to let him get this close. I should have payed more attention--I should have remembered that he had a thing for me that broke all his usual rules. That singular white eye burned into my soul, dark and hungry, and in that moment, I did feel fear.

“Your scent, your movements….the sound of your pulse, the blush in your cheeks, the gush of blood through your veins,” his hands slide over my arm, lingering in the crook of my elbow where bluish-green veins stood out against my pale skin. I flinched at the touch and froze when he flicked a nail up my Adam’s Apple. “The light as it slides over your chest….” his fingers came around from behind me to brush over the ridge of my collarbone, so light and fast I wasn’t entirely sure they’d been there at all. “….your warm breath, the throb of your heart in your chest….the flash of your throat as you breath….they all tempt my hunting instinct.”

Well, fuck.

He danced closer, his shoulder and arm rubbing up against mine as he circled around me, and when I tried to pull away, I realized that I couldn’t move at all. I’d completely forgotten about what little powers he did have left--I’d been a stupid idiot, lured straight into his trap by the intrigue and the challenge of proving he wasn’t dangerous.

By the attraction still ever-present.

“Sometimes….I like to imagine how it would feel to have my fangs meet in your throat….”

Oh. Ok.

“….and sometimes, I really do want to….devour you….”

His hand had slithered up my arm to rest on my bicep, and with his last word he bent his head and pressed cold lips against the juncture between my neck and shoulder, the exposed skin above my t-shirt. A cold shiver like ice cubes dumped down my shirt shot down my spine as he shifted, and I felt those teeth graze the skin and then hover, pricking into my flesh but not descending. My heart was pounding, and I knew for a fact if Mabel could see me now she’d be howling ‘I told you so, dumb-dumb!’ and beating the demon over the head with a book.

Then Bill pulled away. His eye still glittered darkly as he took gliding steps back, like a dancer in the paso doble, stalking away from his partner with fluidity and rigidity simultaneously. And then drifted back around in front of me, approaching more like a human than an animal this time. His hand extended as he bent forward, fingers uncurling against my cheek like a flower.

“But your scent, hazel and pine trees and grass and Old Spice….your voice, your eyes, your touch….”

He was getting closer and closer.

And closer.

His hand was cupping my cheek, the other one coming to rest on the small of my back and drawing me in against him until our chests were pressed together, my nose close to his collarbone before he tilted my head back and bent to press his lips to mine.

He pulled back a second later and I couldn’t help chasing his lips, instinctively, craving more even though it had been surprisingly chaste for Bill let-me-shove-my-tongue-down-your-throat Cipher. His eyelashes brushed my forehead like spider legs as he opened his eye, keeping his face inches from mine, and I tried to calm my breathing.

“….your smile, your face….oh, they tempt the man in me.” His voice was a whispered breath, a dark and seductive promise, and I held very still, heart pounding.

He leaned in, practically folding around me just to brush his cheekbone against mine as he put his lips to my ear. Now his voice was softer, low and husky, but the alluringness of it did not completely mask the danger it held. “I am hungry. You make me very hungry….for more than just blood.”

I swallowed again, both excited—and scared.

Suddenly he lurched away from me, so suddenly that I stumbled back, shocked and startled. His eye was wide and wild and the pupil a needle-thin slit, and for a moment I was very afraid. Then he looked away, a hand going to his forehead as he snarled. “Don’t do that!”

“Do what?”

“Do what? I don’t know, radiate arousal so prominently? SWALLOW like a fucking train? I can hear the pulse of your heartbeat, I can feel your heat, and oh can I smell your desire! Don’t tempt me, Dipper.” There was clear anger in his voice. “I am dangerous to you.”

I was at a complete loss for what to say, so I just stood there dumbfounded, and he sneered at me.

“No one should be able to do this to me,” he growled, stalking away to the other side of the chamber. “You make me sick, trying to resist the temptation—it’s like a physical pain.” He looked back at me with that snarl. “Your throat. Your pulse, your heart—quicker—and then you—even if I didn't murder you I could still fuck you into the mattress and ruin you, and I don't need those two graying meatbags upstairs trying to kill me for that, it's why I agreed when you said we should keep our physical distance! But you’re the one who put me in this body, you're the one who keeps me here, you're the one who’s dumb enough to walk right into the arms of a killer and I'm the one dumb enough to let you!”

That response surprised me, to say the least. It seemed out of character for him, to be concerned about me--about anyone but himself.

His breathing had gone back to normal and he turned to look at me over his shoulder. “I absolutely detest you, do you know that, Pinetree?” He spat. “Because you’re the only creature in the world that tests my self-control like this--the only creature I'm attracted to. That I desire. If I wanted to rip you to pieces right now I could, and you wouldn't be able to stop me. Fez and Sixer wouldn't be able to stop me.” His face was in shadow and his eye was glowing, and I started backing away as he started creeping towards me on all floors, moving limb by limb like a terrible, man-sized spider or octopus. “If I wanted to ravage you right now I could. There'd be nothing in my way. And still I let you come down here, torment me with your scent, your presence--I have to hear your heart beating, crave your skin under my nails and your blood on my lips--your body under mine--”

I tried not to think about how hearing that felt as I backed hurriedly away. I was honestly waiting for him to crawl up the walls a la The Exorcist. But he had risen to his feet now, and was slinking forward, and I could see the muscles rippling in his thin, wiry limbs as he moved and the feral features of his face becoming more animalistic, and I realized once again that he truly was a predator, and stupid lamb that I am, I'd jumped in bed with the lion.

“So you think I'm not dangerous, Dipper Pines? Pinetree? You think I don't have a rampant killer instinct I can't suppress? You think I'm safe? Well, you can tell your Grunkle that I am not safe, I will never be safe, and if I ever see your face down here again--”

Without any warning at all he had launched himself, rocketing twenty feet across the room in a single spring to slam me into the wall. My breath was knocked completely out of my lungs as my back and head struck stone, and when I had regained my senses I threw all my weight forward to shove him off me.

Bill didn't move an inch.

He snarled down at me with his fangs fully extended and fully revealed, eye glowing red, breathing hard, pointy nose touching mine.

“--I will eat you alive.”

Mabel

There was the thud of feet coming up the stairs from the basement--a series of them in rapid succession, like someone was sprinting up the many wooden steps--and then Dipper burst through the door and slammed it shut behind him, white as a ghost.

“Whoa, Dipper, what happened?” I immediately jogged forward, concerned, reaching for his shoulder. “I thought you said Bill wasn't dang--”

“He's dangerous,” Dipper exclaimed, directing his words toward Ford, who had entered the room at the sound of the door slamming. “He’s very dangerous. Don't let him out. He’s crazy.”

[hiddencryptic-blog]

What a nice demon

[ladyofthefanart]

A very rough sketch of....something with too many limbs. What I have in my head really hasn't got any set form because its shape is fluid and constantly shifting. My monster!Bill needs to not Stomach mouth is more for aesthetics than anything else, and those are his ribs on the sides. Normally it seals completely shut--like I said, constantly shifting. He only opens all his mouths to scare people. Mostly he just uses the two on his face, and mostly for biting when he's fighting.