#regressor bill cipher

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Which way do you guys think regressor Bill Cipher would use a paci?

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I saw your headcanons and I gotta agree with the axolotl at one point being bills caregiver, I think the axolotl would be an awesome caregiver and could easily put up with bill being a brat, since the axolotl already puts up with bill in general in theraprism.

Wanted to ask if there was any headcanons or a short story on the axolotl caregiving bill? :o]

Well, I don’t have a short story yet (I’m working on one but don’t tell anyone shhh) but I can make headcanons! Book of Bill spoilers, obviously. He/it pronouns for the Axolotl and he/him pronouns for Bill. The headcanons are short, sadly :(.

Caregiver!Axolotl and Regressor!Bill headcanons

-First off, you’re right about the Axolotl being patient. It’s learned that what Bill needs is someone who will validate his anger after all is said and done (i.e. “You have a right to be upset.”) Bill, ironically, throws a lot of tantrums.

-Bill can be bratty at times, but the Axolotl quickly shuts it down.

-I headcanon that the Axolotl has a constant comforting aura around him that he can lessen or make stronger if he wants. It’s like being wrapped in a cozy, freshly washed blanket. It makes regressing really easy around him.

-Bill’s nicknames for it are “Axy” and “Lotl” (he likes the way it sounds.) The Axolotl’s nicknames for him are “Billy” and “little one”.

-The Axolotl keeps a physical wooden chest filled with each drawing Bill has given him. Coloring is a regular activity for the two; it keeps Bill pretty calm.

-As mentioned before, these moments are where Bill’s regression is mostly positive. He’s a lot more giggly and puts down his walls when he’s with the Axolotl.

-They both found out at the same time that Bill passes out when trying to talk about Euclydia. It gave the Axolotl quite the scare.

-Bill regresses to something like a “toddler-space” often.

-Bill will still summon strange, amalgamated, creatures, but they would be friendly! (Apart from the occasional play-fighting.)

-I’m not going into the logistics of it, but Bill was once able to travel between other dimensions and the Axolotl’s dimension very easily. He would go there if he decided to voluntarily regress.

-When nap time comes around, the Axolotl will curl its body and tail around Bill to enclose him in its Good Vibes(TM)

(Like this! :D)

-Unfortunately, sleeping in the Axolotl’s domain doesn’t take away the nightmares.

-Bill’s mother’s lullaby has never been sung to him since, but Axy had plenty of personal lullabies as well that Bill loved hearing after bad dreams.

-Axy made up a lot of games, stuff that could safely use Bill’s powers. But nothing fire-related.

-Peek-a-boo is a risky game (literally. Bill doesn’t like being blinded or the idea of blindness.)

-After their falling out, Bill crashed hard. It was his worst regression experience to date. All the Axolotl could do was watch with immense sorrow as Bill wrecked things.

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I really like your Bill Regressor headcanons! Have you thought about a scenario where you describe the circumstances under which Ford was able to positively make him regress? I'd be curious to hear more about that!

Aaaaa thank you!! I’m glad people enjoyed them!

I have thought of that scenario, actually! And I will now give it to you in story form! It’s long so I’m putting it under the cut.

(The story takes place during The Book of Bill’s “drunk karaoke session” (spoilers by the way), meaning that there will be alcohol use and also regression while drunk (Bill has problems). As stated before, Bill’s regression is not typical. His regression is very subtle. I’m hoping I wrote it adequately. :) )

(I also got WAY too into the pre-regression part so apologies regarding that-)

(A quick note: I am aware the Bill and Ford are not great relationship-wise. This story isn’t saying that they are, only that they had good moments together. I’m writing this as a what-if scenario based on headcanons - do with that what you will.)

Title: What a Night

Another knight hops across the board to tear into a bishop with its newly acquired sharp teeth.

“Bill-!” The laugh in Ford’s voice couldn’t be clearer as the horse-shaped piece happily chews its opponent. “That’s not valid!”

“That’s a regular move in inter-dimensional chess! I think you’re just a sore loser.”

Bill swirls his glass and takes a sip himself before offering it to Ford, who takes it gratefully to drink a larger portion. The glass never empties.

“God, you mix a good drink.” He praises with a content sigh, slumping further into the comfortable velvet seat.

“They don’t call me the “universe’s best bartender” for nothin’, you know!” Bill blinks once and leans across the chessboard, knocking over a few pieces, “Wink!”

Stanford grins. He moves to grab a rook and jerks back when it snaps at his finger. He laughs joyously and retries.

“Well, I was Jersey’s best chess player for nearly a decade straight,” to the kids that would play against him, which weren’t many. Still, Ford boasts, “and I can’t assess your bartender thing - I don’t get out into the inter-dimensional bars too often, but you…your drink was…oh, boy,” he giggles, already feeling tipsy. Bill laughs loudly at that; it echoes through the Mindscape.

After many, many, chess rounds that ended in ties, the two companions are more wasted than ever.

“No, Bill, we’ve played We’ll Meet Again five times already.”

Bill pokes an accusatory finger at Ford, hogging their one microphone.

“Shhhut it, IQ. You - you just have terrible taste. ‘K?”

Ford huffs but lets the karaoke happen. He crosses his arms and waits on their couch while Bill slurs the lyrics, completely unaware of his  own volume level. Still, he seems to be enjoying himself. The music in the Mindscape stops. Bill droops in place as soon as it does, microphone dangling in his loose fingers. Singing his heart out to Vera Lynn each and every time probably wasn’t a great idea.

“…OK, I’m bored. Your turn.”

Ford catches the microphone tossed his way and grins widely. Bill replaces his spot on the couch, wiped out. He sighs deeply and adjusts his hat as Ford decides. All Bill needs is a little more pep, he’s sure of it. Hell, he’ll offer some to Fordsy, too. With a clunky wave of his hand, Bill’s “Myoclonic Jerk” appears in his hand. It wobbles in his lax grip before he grips it with both hands and chugs what would be the whole glass if the drink wasn’t infinite. A fuzzy feeling wraps around Bill instantly, and he’s too distracted to realize it’s more than the buzz of alcohol.

“Hey, Sixer!” He leans forward and holds up the glass double-handed like a trophy. Ford whips around from the handy little song selection screen. His eyes fall on the drink. He stumbles closer to the couch to take it.

“Hey, wo-oah, smaller sips.” Bill advises without much actual danger attached to it, clearly amused. He snaps his fingers, popping the drink out of existence after Ford’s share. Ford blinks at his empty hand in confusion, making Bill laugh again. It’s closer to a giggle this time. Ford gathers himself in time to glance at the selection screen.

“Oh, I picked som-something. C’mere.”

Bill floats up, finds himself unsteady, and conjures his cane to “help” him keep his balance despite the fact that the cane is no help at all. He stumbles some and giggles. Bill twirls the cane poorly, squinting at the screen.

“Disco Girl?”

Ford’s drunkenness doesn’t stop him from being self-conscious, it seems. He chuckles with a hesitant smile.

“It’s admittedly catchy.”

Bill crinkles his eye into a grin, bouncing a little.

“Hey, I’m stellar at keeping secrets, Fordsy!”

The song plays.

Saturday night is a night alright Time to groove till the morning light..

Bill knew of Ford’s guilty pleasure for the pop group, but the way he sang with such carefreeness for the entire three minutes had even the triangle surprised. Ford was similarly surprised and overjoyed when his companion also knew the lyrics.

At some point, Ford gets into the groove of the song and starts dancing along. Bill, also plenty giddy, follows suit.

Ford laughs between lyrics, a grin lighting up his features - the laugh booms around the Mindscape. It’s bright, hearty, and from the belly. Bill takes a moment to address the warm pit that laugh leaves in his body. He grins again and gets closer.

Their dancing stays separate for the most part, until Bill slings a hand around Ford’s shoulder and Ford grazes his hand long enough for Bill to feel it.

Bill freezes at the touch. Ford doesn’t, perfectly content. Slowly, Bill takes his hand away to stare at it with a wide eye. The part where Ford’s warm hand had touched his buzzes softly.

The fuzzy feeling from the alcohol and other factors increases. Bill blinks. An odd feeling wells up the longer he keeps thinking of the touch. He’s thinking so much that he doesn’t notice the song end.

“-Bill?” The voice calls.

The addressed demon blinks again - must’ve spaced out. He keeps his touched hand suspended and looks to Ford. The human stopped dancing a while ago and realized his companion had looked off.

Ford must have gotten concerned, Bill realizes. It makes Bill feel…nice.

He finds he wants something from Stanford. It’s not the portal or eternal servitude; Bill knows that’s not it. It ties to the fuzziness he’s been feeling. He decides to figure it out.

He grins and laughs, not fake in the slightest.

“Hah! Do that again!” Bill thrusts his hand to Stanford, the implication being clear as day in his mind, which is starting to feel even happier.

“…Do what?” Ford asks with an owlish blink. He looks down at Bill’s hand and looks to his own six-fingered one, gears turning. It finally clicks, “Hold your hand?”

Seeing nothing wrong with it and susceptible to suggestions, Ford fulfills the request and bring his hand to clasp it around Bill’s smaller one.

The warmth from Ford travels up Bill’s arm and only adds to the warmth in the rest of his body. Bill blinks silently again. Oh. Wow, that felt…comfortable?

Bill slips.

Without registering what he’s really doing, he leans into Ford and grips one of his fingers with his hand, moving to sit on his shoulder. Ford makes a little noise of confusion, to which Bill only giggles at. In a second, all the alcohol is figuratively flushed out of Bill’s system as his earlier excitement dies. Ford frowns.

“Bill? Are you alright?”

Bill gathers himself with a chuckle, “Pfft. Of course I am, Fordsy.” He lies.

Bill’s getting oddly sleepy. He was used to this tiredness, however; it went hand-in-hand with the fuzzy feeling. He squeezes Ford’s finger tighter, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Y’know what? It’s been a long night,” Bill starts, temping down the slight fog in his mind.

“…Has it?” Ford asks confusedly. Even intoxicated, he notices the behavior switch in his muse.

“O-oh, sure!” Bill finds that he’s unusually tired. It must’ve been the alcohol’s effect. He hopes his stammer isn’t noticeable, “I mean, this stuff’ll give ya a heck of a hangover.” He laughs falsely again, snapping his fingers.

Their couch immediately turns into a simple, cozy-looking, bed. Ford stares at it oddly.

Bill leaves Stanford’s shoulder but doesn’t let go of his hand. It gives him too much comfort.

“C’mon, kid. Let’s get you to bed.”

Without waiting for an answer, Bill physically pulls Ford toward the bed with impatience. Stanford stumbles at the sudden movement but follows anyway out of curiosity. He falls on the sheets, Bill falls after him.

It’s unsurprisingly comfortable. Ford had been low on energy, but hadn’t realized how tired he had truly been until now. Not bothering to take anything off, he sprawls out over the blanket.

Bill, meanwhile, lightly kicks his feet off the edge of the bed, sitting near Ford’s stomach. His feet don’t even reach the bottom. Bill stares at them swinging with attention and an oddly childish look in his eye. He giggles quietly before noticing that Stanford has already lain down.

Bill moves to hold Ford’s hand again and crawls closer to quietly lay next to him. Ford’s coat is made of fabric that Bill just found out is really comfortable. He snuggles closer to his side, making sure that the human’s sleep in the Mindscape won’t take him back to the waking world before Bill wants him to. He’ll let Fordsy wake up when he’s sober again. That sounded much better.

Ford doesn’t let go of Bill’s tiny hand - maybe he’s too tired to notice. Bill sighs quietly and flutters his eye closed.

In one movement, the karaoke in the Mindscape starts playing a slow lullaby on low volume and the blankets suddenly cover both Ford and Bill comfortably.

Bill turns his eye into a mouth and shoves his thumb inside, sucking on it soothingly. He squeezes a sleeping Ford’s finger tighter as he himself dozes off.

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Haii!! Wanted to ask about headcanons about the caregiv3r axolotl and regressor bill!! X3

Sure, I have some more! Very few, though =w= sorry! These are less happy, but that’s because Bill himself isn’t a very happy person.

(Impure regression, unintentional self-harm) (please let me know if I missed any warnings)

-The Axolotl likes reading to him. Very simple nursery rhymes and children stories, usually, with Bill snuggled in between its tail.

-Bill, in more of a toddler headspace, will babble endlessly about who-knows-what. He slips into his native Euclidean language a lot and the Axolotl (who sort of understands) just nods along.

-There are some plush toys in the Axolotl’s realm just for Bill’s use. The Axolotl is soft enough to hug, sure, but he’s too big! And Bill likes painlessly squeezing the life out of something after bad dreams. He makes up stories with the toys, too, about the stars and the dimensions beyond them.

-The Axolotl has the ability to shrink its form, and it does if Bill wants to play. Though usually Bill likes being physically smaller than it.

-When Bill isn’t regressed and they’re just talking, their regression dynamic won’t usually be the topic of conversation. Unless they’re both actively participating in it, it’s not talked about.

-Bill doesn’t need to eat, but he likes to. He enjoys crustless sandwiches, fruit, and apple juice.

-In the earlier days of their regressor-caregiver dynamic, Bill regressed negatively. Euclydia was still fresh in his mind and it hurt. Badly. Those days, he’d pop into the Axolotl’s realm with no hesitation in a tiny headspace and on the verge of a mental breakdown.

-When this happened, the Axolotl would essentially pamper him. Constant affirmations and validation are Bill’s comfort, especially when regressed. He’d get called names like “my little baby boy” or “sweetheart” in addition to his usual ones. This helped Bill plenty when the bad thoughts of him being a monster kept nagging at him.

-While the Axolotl’s realm is mostly non-triggering, Bill still gets really upset when something bad happens. The Massacre terrifies him, he gets scared that he’ll hurt someone else he cares about. If the Axolotl isn’t able to calm him down, he starts scratching at his skin until it bleeds.

-These episodes tire Bill out. He’ll fall asleep soon after as the Axolotl tends to his wounds.

-There are more tantrums on the bad days. The Axolotl usually waits them out (if they’re reoccurring throughout the day, he’ll ask Bill why he’s upset and find a way to calm him. If Bill refuses, he’ll keep waiting until he’s ready.)

That’s it! Sorry that these are sadder, but the Bill Cipher angst was getting to me today :( /lh I hope you liked them, either way!