“its Just- Incredible!”

i was inspired by how bill is written to change colors depending on his mood

Bill starts using a lot of slang words from different planets and dimensions and the future and such and Ford tries to play it cool but secretly freaks tf out because he can't tell what Bill means without knowing the words he's saying

you can’t just say oral fixation and not elaborate on it 😭 please please please share more

Okay so..... Technically, the term 'oral fixation' relates to a Freudian theory about blah blah blah it's Freud so really, who cares. But it relates to a significant interest or fixation around the mouth, or the positioning of the mouth as 'the pleasure centre'.

Typically, it relates to the individual using their mouth/putting things in it, and I do think that Ford has a bit of an individual oral fixation himself (smoking, biting his nails/fingers). But in this instance, I mean that Ford enjoys watching other people's mouths.

I have this hc that his eyes are often drawn to people's mouths when they speak (I do this too, and for me it's about processing the audio?? not sure if anyone else gets that too idk) so he sort of just does it automatically. But it means he notices little things with much more detail: when someone he's interested in bites their lip, when they lick their lips, licking their fingers etc etc. Ford picks up on it and lasers in, because he just.... likes watching it.

Personally, the scenario I was talking about in that last ask ages ago was born out of this weird thing I tend to do: I fucking love the sensation of sucking on things, rolling things around my mouth, rubbing my tongue over things etc. Lollies, sweets, ice-creams, just anything I can work my tongue in and around is 11/10 for me. I'm not sure why, but I really enjoy the sensation and have come to learn that it looks like I'm giving various food stuffs a blow job. I didn't realise that was how it looked, however that's apparently the case.

So anyway, I thought about his partner doing it in front of Ford and again, not really noticing that it might look a certain way to some people. But Ford always watches your mouth when he can get away with it, especially when you're eating something like a lolly or whatever, and so he picks up on it immediately.

And you have no idea. You don't intend for it to be sexy (in this instance), you're just enjoying an ice-lolly on the porch of the house, on a hot summers day. It isn't until you notice how quiet Ford is, until you glance at him out of the corner of your eye and note how his gaze is straight up burning into your mouth, that you realise he's actually really, really into this. Ford doesn't even notice you noticing him.

He's way too caught up with watching you.

So, once you've worked it out, you decide to put on a bit of a show with it. You let yourself work your tongue around the length of the ice-lolly, suck the tip of it, let it rest against your lower lip etc. Bonus points if you just take the whole thing down into your mouth btw (I 'deep throated' a rowntree fruit ice lolly at my office job once bc I forgot where I was and I like the sensation, and it doesn't register as being a sexual motion to me, maybe bc I'm ace idk) and Ford just watches in absolute silence. Raptured. Full attention given.

Until he asks, slightly strangled, "do you have to eat it like that?" and you, who has never done anything wrong in your life and is virtuous and perfectly innocent thank you very much, is like "who, me?"

Ford says "who else? you're treating that thing like it's taken you to dinner and a movie," and you laugh because boy, he really does share his brother's eloquence at times.

"I'm not doing anything," you tell him with a shrug, but Ford vehemently disagrees.

"You're going to kill me if you keep that up," Ford insists; there's a sheen of sweat on his forehead and a flush on his cheeks that definitely isn't from the sun's rays, and his eyes are still locked onto where you rest the end of the ice-lolly against your lower lip.

You part your mouth a little and press the tip of your tongue to the dull edge of the ice, and you hear Ford breathe in sharply. "I'm going to have a heart attack and die," he goes on after a moment, voice distant and rough. "You really ought to think of my wellbeing...."

And you smirk, your mouth curving around the top of the lolly, and you tap the treat against your lower lip once, twice, three times. It's wet, as is the skin there, and it makes a devilish sound on its gentle impact, and you watch as Ford's brow twitches.

"But I'm enjoying myself," you tell him quite honestly, looking up at him through your lashes with a pout. You lave your tongue about the tip of it, circling it slowly, and smile. It's hardly subtle, but you're not in the mood to care about tact right now; it's too hot out here for that and you both know that the house is empty this afternoon. Everyone else is out. Which means there's ample opportunity to enjoy one another without fear of being interrupted. Subtlety isn't needed in this moment.

But Ford's never been patient and he struggles with subtlety anyway, so the moment you make the motion, you see his decision solidify behind his eyes and he stands up from his lawn chair so quickly that he almost topples you out of your own.

"I can think of at least thirteen other things you could pick from to enjoy yourself with," he says simply, and then he's hauling you up out of your chair and dragging you back towards the house while you laugh your head off over his desperation.

aND tHen OnE thInG LEd tO AnoTHeR ThINg...

THEIR KARAOKE NIGHT OCCUPIES EVERY CORNER OF MY BRAIN!!! HE👏FUCKED👏THAT👏TRIANGLE👏

(This is my first ever Patreon exclusive print! Details + ramble + how to purchase below the cut:)

I'm so excited to share this drawing!! Originally, I had drawn this doodle last year, and I've always wanted to come back to it, make it into something better. And so, THIS IMAGE was born in my mind. This is a visual I've had stuck in my head for MONTHS and I'm so glad I finally got it out of there. 😭

It wasn't easy. I knew I wanted to make this a digital drawing, because I felt like the medium would lend nicely to an airy, soft vibe, as opposed to the pencil texture that's usually in my work. But I'm NOT used to digital art, especially when making full illustrations where you're aiming for perfection. I'm pretty sure this is the longest amount of time I've ever spent on a digital drawing, and "trusting the process" was hard because it's not a process I'm used to. But a week and 172 layers later, I'm happy with it! It turned out SO gaudy, SO gratuitous in it's mushy colorful-ness. Rainbows and sparkles and shit everywhere. Truly the gayest karaoke night ever.

(People on the patreon discord liked the updates I shared, and the possibility of doing a companion piece came up - Bills pov. So that's a potential goodie on the horizon!)

Now onto the print:

This is a patreon exclusive 8x10 inch print with no bleed on semi-gloss photo paper. If you're interested in buying this print, it's $20 + shipping for those in my $5 patreon tier! Purchases are made through paypal invoices, but I'm open to other payment methods as well. International shipping is available, but shipping cost will be higher outside the US/Puerto Rico. To buy this print, send me a DM on patreon. Please ask if you have any questions!

A link to my Patreon!

Does Bill enjoy extreme temperatures and hunger? Have a wonderful day/evening, toodaloo! ^ ^

vivian-za-determined-luna-moth asked:

+thirst forgot to add that part

my headcanon is that, should he find himself occupying a body that needs food & drink, he finds hunger & thirst are totally ignorable until they're debilitating, so they don't contribute to his "pain is fun."

There's a couple of things we know about Bill in his natural form:

he's "a being of pure energy" (WITH NO WEAKNESSES)

according to Ford, even when Bill's hand is on fire, he's cold to the touch

So my headcanon is that Bill is constantly passively absorbing energy from his environment. Heat, light, electricity—what he gives off as a cute yellow glow is NOTHING compared to how much he's taking in.

(See also: Ford saying that he saw Bill as the sun but now realizes he's a black hole. If I say he absorbs energy then that means his body resembles his personality: you'll get a slight warm glow from him without ever noticing how much energy he sucks out of you.)

And so, because of that?

Heat. Loves heat. Can't get enough heat. The hotter the better. While everyone else is sweating to death and screaming in pain because they accidentally touched a piece of metal that had been left in the sun and crying "WHY GOD WHY WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS FIERY END" Bill's going "would anybody mind if I turn the fan off, I'm a bit chilly" and then not waiting for an answer.

The inside of the Fearamid was so hot, touching the floor/walls with your bare skin would burn. Bad news for the people who tumbled out of the stone throne onto the floor.

Saw his own dimension burned, burned with it, and has needed to keep burning ever since.

On the other hand, Bill can't stand the cold at all.

Bill Cipher x Bounty Hunter!Reader Concept

Wherein Bill escaped the Theraprism, and Dimension #5150 sends their best bounty hunter after him. YOU!

But none of them ever expected you to fall in love with him.

The Theraprism was a place built to rehabilitate. But with the Great Axolotl's sudden disappearance, a lot of convicts used the opportunity to slip away and disappear. Among them, was the infamous Bill Cipher.

~~~

You pick up his book after finding the last human who read it. Your mind is hungry for information about him- the first ever convict to escape the Theraprism, a space outside of time, a place of redemption.

How evil and powerful do you have to be to escape such a place?

You convince yourself you're reading it to find out where he is. To know the scale of Bill Cipher's crimes. But deep down, you knew better than that.

It was helpful in tracking the triangle down, but also for entertainment.

"Slow days? Why don't you come on over for a drunk at O'Sadley's, my favorite pub in the entire Rock Bottom Asteroid Belt of the Vicious Spiral Nebula! Their "I'm Fine" juice is guaranteed to keep you coming back."

The book entertains you on a boring day.

"Ever think to yourself, mystery reader, what would happen if two warring planets collided in an epic, world-ending display? Ya ever pick up any romance novels? I'm a sucker for Enemies-to-Lovers fics, myself. So I made two planets kiss once, it was COOL! FIXED THEIR LITTLE WAR PROBLEMS TOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

There was a lot of filler pages just filled with "AHAHAHA"s, you noticed.

The contents were indeed disturbing. At least, to a mortal or any normal person. You've seen worse in your line of work, really. But so far, all you saw were funny little stories of mischief and shocking antics. Nothing of a dimension or planet killer.

Perhaps, that was all that he wanted you to see.

"SAY PAL, I KNOW I ASKED YA LIKE A BAJILLION TIMES ALREADY... BUT D'YA WANNA MEET UP FOR A DRINK? I COULD USE A NEW DRINKING BUDDY AFTER THAT LAST ONE GREW A SPINE AND TRIED TO ZAP ME OUT OF EXISTENCE!"

The book spoke to you. Tried to befriend you. You knew deep down it was a ruse, that it was manipulating you. It even asked you to give it some of your blood, once. Ha! No one would ever fall for that. So you decided to take a break from it.

The next time you opened it, the words written there weren't so funny.

"Y'know, I wish I could see the look in your face while you're reading this", the book wrote, its ink fading into splotchy letter.

"Why are you stalling? What's taking so long? Can you really not find me, or is it that...."

A singular, giant eye flashed through the darkened pages of the book, startling you.

"...You're having fun reading my book? You're enjoying my stories, aren't you. Ya sick little freak! We're not so different, you and I."

"You're not as good and moral as you think you are, [REDACTED]."

Upon surrendering the book to the Wardens of the Theraprism, you were tasked with hunting Bill down.

You closed the book after that, heart hammering in your chest. You couldn't look at it for days.

~~~

Shaken yet determined to do your job, you set out after him. It needed to be done, the book was made of lies. The book was made to manipulate the reader.

You needed to do your job, before Bill destroys more lives. You needed to be a Warden, and bring him to justice.

You needed to go back to your monotonous, violent, and bleak life, where all you did was spill blood and-

You needed to find Bill.

He asked you time and time again to have a drink with him.

And you knew just the bar to find him in.

Psst, thanks for reading!

Pitching an idea into the void here. The reader isn't human, still fleshing out what she is. But she is an entity whose SOLE purpose is to be a bounty hunter and warden to the Theraprism.

HEYA, THE NAME’S BILL CIPHER, BUT YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT DIDN’T YOU?

YOU MISSED ME RIGHT? ADMIT IT, YOU MISSED ME. BUT YOU MAY BE WONDERING ‘BUT BILL, HOW ARE YOU HERE? AREN’T YOU IN PRISON? YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO CONTACT ANYONE.’

WELL SURPRISE, SURPRISE, THE OL’ FRILLY SHMUCK IN THE SKY GAVE ME A SECOND CHANCE. AGAIN. SOMETHING ABOUT HOW THEY’D NEVER SEEN ME SO MOTIVATED FOR THERAPY THAN WHEN I WAS WORKING ON MY LITTLE DIARY~! SAID THAT I THRIVE ON ATTENTION AND THAT MAYBE IF I HAD A LITTLE MORE OF IT, I’D ACTUALLY LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM THIS HUNK A’ JUNK PLACE.

HA! WISHFUL THINKING IF YOU ASK ME! BUT I WON’T TURN DOWN THE CHANCE TO MANIPULA— I MEAN TALK TO YOU LOVELY FLESH GOBLINS ABOUT— THE HUNDREDS OF ORGANS PULSING AND OOZING INSIDE OF YOU AT ALL TIMES, WHAT YOUR DEEPEST DESIRES ARE, THE EXACT TIME AND DATE OF YOUR DEATH, PALMOLOGY, OR WHAT YOUR FAVORITE SPORTS TEAM IS, GIMME A HOLLER!

AND IF YOU’RE FEELING EXTRA FRISKY, MAYBE WE CAN EVEN MAKE A DEAL~

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Hello little humans, this is the axolotl. I have given Bill this blog as a way to amends within himself and with all of you. I’d like to keep his words true, but from the blue I ask of you to take precaution. This notion is under my lock and key to prevent setting him free. Follow these rules to keep this blog in motion:

1. Keep your horrors in the deep, no pedo, incest, or other creeps

2. Do not spam or clog the ask box as this blog is not yours to hog

3. Remember there is life behind these lines, attacking it would not be wise

And please, try not upset Bill, we’ve had to replace walls and supplies and section off other patients as it will. Thank you for taking the time to listen to my rhyme.

this's some weird shit but whatever, since cringe culture is dead...

(a little bit of)

BILL CIPHER x READER

Bill Cipher: the name whispered in hushed terror, synonymous with an otherworldly fixation. He is a powerful demon, he could have any dimensions that he wanted, could have ANYTHING but really.. all that he wants and craves is you.

He hates humans, he thinks they're like ants, but you? oh, you.. you're just the most perfect thing he've ever laid eyes on.. All he wanna do is to love you forever (because he can't die yk)

But u just won't fall for him! he had literally done EVERYTHING, cleaned ur house, maked u (the best) company, he even covered himself in deer tooths only for YOU!! but u just won't fall for his tries.. Well, he'll keep trying anyways, he has the whole eternity, and after all, he's the only one in this universe that can truly (love) appreciate u very dearly... You just need to learn to love him too~

I need my man to win

CONGRATS STANLEY!!!

LOOK AT MY MAN