I Spent Half The Afternoon On These Two Patterns, You're GONNA Look At Them.

I want you to know that your art made me gay, i will not clarify further but im into women now

Spoilers? For the new school In royal high!

So far I have made 2 outfits. The 1st is my main/ casual outfit, and the 2nd is my active / workout outfit for the run a mile quest. I still need to make a formal outfit, sleep outfit, swim fit, and royal outfit. I’ve been kinda busy getting almost all the locker decor, playing in the rainy day classroom to level up, and customizing my diary/planner thing. I’m so curious about wave 5. I have a few theories of what it will be. 1. A classroom, or 2. Another realm that just don’t connected to what is put right now. Maybe we will be able to get it from the map until all waves are out

Wrath of the Wishmaster

You asked, you shall receive.

Thanks for helping me clear my writer's block. I might write more scenes that happened prior to this, but enjoy what's here for now! Might post to AO3 later, who knows?

Enjoy babes!

Word count: 2,500

There were many things Scarab did not understand about the Wishmaster, Prismo.  Many… Many things.

Why did an all powerful being decide to spend its eternity making pickles and writing fan fiction of the universes he observed?  Why, of all things to add to the featureless Time Cube, was there a hot tub?

And why, above all, did he tolerate all of Scarab's... strangeness?

Because no one liked bugs.

That was the lesson Scarab had learned in his eons of existence.

No one liked bugs.  At least, not the kind of bug he was.

Of course, people like butterflies.  They liked to watch the pretty and dainty little things as they flutter along.  But only from a distance.  People still recoiled if they got a good look at their face.  Or anything that reminded them that they’re bugs, and not just living little splashes of color.

And Scarab was no butterfly.

He was a beetle.  Was?  Is?  He wasn’t sure anymore.  So much of himself had changed since he first emerged from his burrow.

And yet, there was Prismo, calling his little chirps and trills "cute." Encouraging him to find places in the Time Room to burrow and hide and crawl.

There was Prismo, who didn't recoil at the site of his real face. Who saw his strange mouth and eyes and decided to kiss it all over, rather than hide it behind his mask again.

So no, he did not understand many of how Prismo operated. But Scarab was not about to complain. He felt more alive in his own shell than he has in eons. He kept his mask off more often than on these days. His hidden arms had seen more exercise than ever before. He was starting to remember the strange language of chirps and trills and buzzes from his old home.

Of course, there were still bad days. Days where he had to sit still and stare at something stationary just to remember what direction was up. Days where he crawled away into one of his hidden nooks to tremble out of sight.

He had been reluctant to let Prismo in on those days, at first. He held up walls and scooted away and flinched enough to get the Wishmaster to back off for quite a while.

But, as he came back into contact with himself, and as Prismo called him beautiful and quirky, rather than disgusting and unsettling, the walls came down.

He wasn't ready to tell him what happened to his antenna and wings. But, Prismo was at least there to turn the screen wall to something calming. Or to rub his aching back and shoulders on days where he could do little else but shake.

It was... nice. He hesitated to call it wonderful, but it really was. Much better than a bug deserved, but he was not about to remind Prismo of that.

No, he had Orbo to do that for him.

He knew he had grown far too comfortable with Prismo when he heard the orb roll into the Time Room, loudly calling for his buddy the Wishmaster. Who was not currently there, but instead tending to his pickles for the moment. He trusted Scarab to watch the main room for any wishers, which he had been doing diligently from his perch on the ceiling.

Scarab froze, stuck to the ceiling like he was pinned there.

Maybe if I don't move, he won't notice I'm here.

It was a nice thought. But when had the universe been nice to him before?

"Uhm... Scarab? Mate? Whatcha doing up there? I thought we cleared up a while back that that creeped people out."

Scarab stayed silent as he crawled back down the wall. He ignored the way Orbo visibly shivered at his method of locomotion, standing at attention once his feet touched the floor.

He unconsciously made a nervous, light buzzing sound, his mouth parts clicking together as the orb stared at him like a disection project.

"So, what's all this then? You think just because Prismo's not here, you can do whatever you want? I thought we talked about this forever ago, Scrabs. You might be just a bug, but you got raised to the pantheon. You gotta act like it."

Orbo rolled to look around the Time Room. Scarab reached gingerly for the remote, trying to alert Prismo to their visitor.

"Seriously, I still feel bad enough for Prismo to get stuck looking at you when you were at your best. If he's stuck with you, it's the least you could do to not creep the guy out. That's not how you show appreciation, Scrabs."

Scarab tried to tune it out. He wasn't creepy, not to Prismo, Prismo called him beautiful, insect traits and all. Orbo swung around to look at him, now noticing his face.

"Where's your mask, man? No one wants to see the horror show your kind calls a mouth. It's bad enough when we have to watch you eat, you can at least put the rest of it away."

Scarab felt small. Tiny. Just like he did when he first met Orbo, who took one look at him, and decided he wasn't meant for the glittery Judgement Hall. He barely even noticed when he shuffled the plates back over his face.

"Much better. So, where's Prismo then? Not like I came all this way to talk to you, right?"

Orbo laughed. Scarab didn't. He just kept his eyes trained to the floor, still quietly chirping to steady his nerves. His world started to feel tilted. What he wouldn't do for his cane right now.

"Cut it with the noise, mate. It's like you've forgotten you're a god or something. You want to go back to the dirt? Is that it? I can talk to Boss for you, if that's what you want."

"...No. That won't be necessary."

"That's what I thought. Now, where in Glob's name- Oh, Prismo! Buddy, there you are!"

Scarab didn't look up to acknowledge the Wishmaster's presence. He felt so tiny. Just like a gross little bug pinned to the wall.

"...What are you doing here, Orbo?"

That made Scarab look up. Prismo's tone. All the warmth had been sucked out of his voice. There was an edge to it. One that the beetle had never heard before, not even during the whole Fionna and Cake disaster.

"Aw, mate, can't I just come check on my good buddy? It's been ages since your last party, man. Us at the office are just itching to groove again. We'd love to see you!"

Prismo's expression was unreadable. Scarab wasn't used to not being able to read the Wishmaster, he was usually an open book. The blue eye shifted between Orbo and Scarab subtly.

"Just haven't been in the partying mood, Orbo. I've been having some friends over for board games, I guess, but I'm not planning on a party any time soon."

The star core seemed to catch Prismo's shifting glance, turning his attention back to Scarab. The beetle stood ramrod straight. Partially to not draw attention to himself and partially to prevent his body from shaking on uncertain legs.

"Oh. Prismo, buddy, why didn't you say anything sooner?" Orbo rolled back over to Scarab, smirking.

"Say what sooner?"

"That this dude was killing the vibe in here! I mean, I totally get it, I wouldn't want a party either if that was lurking in my place somewhere."

Prismo's expression hardened.

"Scarab's not 'killing the vibe' Orbo. He's been nice to have around, he plays board games with me, Cos, and Death."

Orbo rolled his eyes.

"Prismo, you're cool. You don't have to keep it quiet for his sake. Just say the word and I'll find something else to do with him. It's not the first time he failed to learn a lesson."

"I'm not keeping anything quiet. I like having him around. He's actually pretty cool when he's got the space outside of work, and you're being, like, really uncool, Orbo."

Scarab was stunned. He'd been the only one to ever really talk back to Orbo. He'd never expect someone to do it on his behalf.

"What? Me, uncool? Pris, c'mon, mate. You're allowed to say he's creepy, we all know it. He's a bug. You know, those little creepy crawlies? I thought I trained most of the creepy stuff out of him by now. I know you're everybody's buddy, but you really need to make sure the lesson stays in his head if you don't want him weirding you out. Like, I came in here and he was on the ceiling! Looked like a ghost or something. And without his mask! I thought I made it clear his face is a horror show. Thank Glob I got him to put it back on before you had to see it, bud. It's a real doozy, I'll tell ya."

The beetle wasn't looking at Orbo anymore. No, he was watching the growing horror on Prismo's face. Horror not directed at him for once.

"Dude, Scarab's not that bad. A bit uptight when he's stressed, but still a pretty cool dude. Why should he have to hide so much? This is the Time Room, you're supposed to relax in here."

"Oh, Prismo, you sweet dream child. Scarab's not cool. He's not like us, you know?"

"Like us?"

"Buddy, you're the dream of one of the greatest living wizards in the multiverse! I'm the core of a collapsed magic star! That's where gods like us are supposed to come from! Scarab though? He's just a bug. A creepy crawly cockroach that somehow made it up from the dirt he's meant for."

"Didn't he manage to take down a galactic level threat that you couldn't catch?"

"He got lucky." Orbo looked annoyed. That usually ended well for no one. "Knew I should've finished his punishment before he came here..."

"I thought this was his punishment."

"Oh, no, I'm talking about his punishment for trying to start a revolt. Went over my head to the Boss! All over that nonsense with that unauthorized universe of yours. I was gonna take his legs. Maybe should've pulled out his other arms as well. I still can, if you wanted me to, mate."

The silence in the Time Room was deafening. Scarab has seen a lot of expressions on the Wishmaster's face. Contentment, sadness, boredom, amusement, joy, frustration, all of it.

But he had never seen rage. Not until now, anyway.

"What?"

Orbo seemed to completely miss the change in atmosphere, as he carried on just as before. "Oh yeah, it seems to be the only way he actually learns. Thought the antenna would be enough, but nooo, Mr. Buggy Bigshot still thought himself better. I really thought the thing with the wings would've gotten through to him, but I guess not."

The lights in the Time Room went out. Not even the stars from the void outside shed much light into the cube. Scarab never thought he'd miss the sickeningly bright yellow of the Time Cube, but he's permanently paint his shell its color if it would turn the lights back on.

"You. Did. WHAT?"

There was a guttural hiss coming from where Prismo once was. Blue what replaced by a bright purplish pink, staring down at Orbo and Scarab. A friendly smile was replaced with jagged teeth. Fingers replaced with claws. And a growl rumbled through the cube.

Scarab didn't think. Just acted. He opened himself a passage into the lower levels of the Time Room, scurrying in as fast as his legs could carry him. He could faintly hear Orbo yelling after him, but he ignored it completely. The adrenaline let him ignore the pain, ignore the feeling of constantly tipping over. All his instincts told him was run and hide.

He crammed himself into one of his many makeshift burrows, backing as far into the hole as possible.

Prismo was angry, he knew that much. Anger meant pain. Anger meant he'd lose another piece of himself. What would it be this time, he wondered.

It didn't matter he knew Prismo would never hurt him. It didn't matter he knew he probably couldn't be hurt like that while in this form. All he knew was to curl up and hide.

And so he did.

He shook, in fear and pain, and waited. For what, he wasn't sure. But he didn't dare come out of his cubby.

So he waited.

He didn't know how long it was until he felt the familiar tingle of light against his back. He flinched, a frightened trill falling unwillingly from his throat.

"...Scarab? Sweetheart, are you there?"

...At least he sounded like Prismo again...

"...Yes... Yes, I'm here."

"Good, good. I... I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I don't like what I am when I'm like that but... What Orbo was saying... Your wings..."

Scarab felt his elytra twitch under Prismo's touch. The ragged scraps of wings shivered as well, as the beetle sighed out a soft little chirp.

"...It is the way of things, Prismo... Orbo is not the only one with thoughts like that. It's what I've been taught for eons. No one likes bugs, after all."

There was a long silence after that. Prismo was looking at him with a sad calmness. He reached his other arm into the hole, petting a hand over the parts of his face he could reach under the mask. The bug shivered pitifully into the touch, trying and failing to resist the urge to lean into it.

"...You deserve better, Scrabby."

That's what did it. That's what broke the dam.

Scarab wept into Prismo's hand, shaking hard enough to make his carapace rattle.

"Shh... It's okay, honey... Can you come out here?"

It was slow. Almost painfully so. But he managed to peek his head out of his hiding spot. The Wishmaster gave him a kind smile, if not a sad one.

"Can you let me see you, beautiful?"

Scarab hesitated. Orbo's words echoed in his head, loudly, cruelly.

"...I'm not pleasant to look at, Prismo... Much less beautiful..."

"Nope. Not true, Scrabby. C'mon. Let me see that pretty face of yours."

"Prismo..."

"Please, Scarab?"

The beetle sighed. His face plates shivered again, tucking behind his head. His eyes stared, wide and wet at the Wishmaster. A soft kiss was planted on his forehead.

"There we go. Much better."

Scarab refused to start bawling again. Instead, he climbed the rest of the way out of his burrow to curl against Prismo's chest.

"You don't have to worry about Orbo anymore, by the way. He won't be coming back. Not for a few eons, at least."

Scarab didn't choose to question it. Not right now at least. Instead, he closed his eyes as Prismo's hand pet gently over his aching back, the beetle unconsciously opening up the elytra. The dream's hands were always careful when working around his sorry wings. They made the ache go away.

Scarab began chirping. Softly, at first. But it slowly grew, morphing into a simple, but filling cricket song. He heard Prismo softly join in with a light humming.

He might've been just a bug.

But it turns out at least one person likes bugs after all.

This isn’t for your Bill playlist but your Ford and Bill playlist because I think I found another song from the asshole’s point of view :D

So I've decided to put this horrible mix of Music I've Decided Bill Cipher Would Listen To in its own dedicated playlist. And curating this playlist has already brought up some fascinating questions.

Like, "should I add the explicit version of Get Low—or, since he's a Disney character, the clean version?"

Or "should I add the version of Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles... or the version by William Shatner?"

Anyway if you want a nigh unlistenable Bill Cipher playlist, it's here.

I'm still adding songs, so expect it to get much longer.

I give you... The Sims 4 Mystery Shack. Work in progress.

This isn't done-done, so I'm not gonna show off the whole thing—just some shots that show off just how much I'm trying to match up the details. I'm working with a 30 image limit here so I can't show EVERYTHING, mainly I wanna brag about how accurate it is with some comparison pics.

The reason the cellar door next to the gift shop is so much bigger in my version is because it camouflages an actual functioning doorway to the cellar seen in Bottomless Pit. The back porch currently has a window that's gonna be moved; I put the attic window there based off of its location in Headhunters, but I've now made the executive decision that Headhunters doesn't know what it's talking about and I'll make that window the one under the roof hangout spot.

The Sims 4 doesn't give you the ability to walk on roofs. You have no idea what kind of finagling I've been doing to try to sneak a subtle ladder onto this roof.

Please notice that Bill rug made out of seven other rugs. The blanket-covered table in the middle of the gift shop isn't show-accurate, but it's a yard sale table—so, you can load it up with knickknacks and collectibles, start a yard sale, and let people come in to buy them, thus actually running the Mystery Shack like a business while keeping it a residential lot.

There's no swinging vending machine so I put the hidden staircase behind a bookcase door instead, but I still need to experiment to see if I can't do something tricky with a vending machine.

I even included the hidden safe in the living room, but I'm trying to sample this house with a 30 image post limit, so you'll just have to trust me. There's a LOT of little details like that, but I'm proudest of that one.

Due to the restrictions of making this house fit in a 3D space with walls that line up and converting from cartoon proportions to Sims 4 proportions, the dimensions of a lot of spaces get adjusted—and I think you feel that the most in the kitchen, which is pretty squished. But even squished, it's got everything it's supposed to, in the right places. (Except a wolf head on the fridge. I had a statue up there that the game deleted, I'll put something back up there later.

And I've hit my 30 image limit, so I'm subjecting you to a part two in a moment.

League dynamics are interesting when you consider that despite being the only female member of the group, Toga isn't treated as The Girl by either the League characters or the author. Often in media, when there's one girl/woman in a group, she's either The Hypercompetent Killjoy or The Sexy Decoration.

The Hypercompetent Killjoy is serious and the brains of the group. She doesn't take part in her friends' antics and seems to exist to ruin everybody's fun. She also tends to dislike and put down other women.

The Sexy Decoration exists to be objectified by the male characters. Her friends or the author will constantly make comments about her appearance and how attractive she is. She often serves as a lazy way to insert tension between two male characters in a friend group by making both of them have a crush on her. This character isn't as disparaging towards other women, but that's because she's never in scenes with them unless it's to show a comedic contrast between how hot she is vs. how "ugly" the other woman is.

Sometimes, female characters will be written as both Hypercompetent Killjoy and Sexy Decoration. Hybrids will hate other women more than either individual type combined.

This doesn't happen with Toga. Toga is allowed to be goofy and excitable and chaotic and weird. Her contributions to the League's plans are valued the way everyone's are, but she's not the brains of the operation and is allowed to have fun. She's allowed to show emotions, whether she's sad or furious or joyful. She also isn't the only member who shows emotions and it's not really seen as something bad or weak.

The other League members NEVER make comments on her appearance, other than the one time Twice offhandedly mentioned her "cute face" when she was half-dead during MVA. Though, "cute" isn't presented like Twice is attracted to her, but more like a puppy is cute. Part of it is her age vs the other League members, but it's not like Teenage Temptress isn't a variation on Sexy Decoration. All that is to say, not a single other League member sees her in a sexy way and she certainly isn't used as an object of jealousy.

Toga is given the same missions as everybody else, except the one solo mission during the Licensing Exams because she had the only useful Quirk for it. She's not given "girl missions" like seduction or something stupid like that.

She's as brutally violent as the rest of the group, but she's also very kind to those she cares about. However, ALL the League members have shown kindness to one another so it's not like it's an exclusive "soft caring girl trait." They all genuinely care and worry about Toga (and each other) the way she cares and worries about them.

She's an unusual character in that it would be SO EASY to make the yandere-like girl who's obsessed with love into nothing more than The Girl of the group. In general though, she and the other League members are treated totally equally and she's integrated into their dynamic, not separated into a gender box.

This parasite has been in my head for months im gonna go insane. Goldie aka Bill design belongs to @ckret2!!!

I drew these in my art book months ago but my camera quality was so ass so I had to redraw it digitally. Rlly had fun draw this little guy!

He’s got plans

I just entered my school, and it looks so different. I knew they were gonna paint, but not get rid of the tile, and replace it with carpet, and wood. One of my old teachers rooms is now my new classroom which is Senior Seminar

I finally decided to look through my pictures, and videos and delete stuff I don’t need, and

I found some old pictures one is of LPS bill cipher. I forgot I made these honestly