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     Something bubbles up beneath the surface of the river, floating lifelessly from below to drift up top in a ghastly, most certainly corpse-like fashion. It’s the shaggy head of a horse, with features sunken and skin pale beneath thinning white fur. It’s not as gruesome as it could be, the supposed animal looking fresh enough that he could have fallen in and met his fate less than twenty-four hours before.

     It’s not really an animal though, or at least, it isn’t anymore and hasn’t been in a very long time, or perhaps something outside of time. It floats down with the current a short distance before going stationary, as though it were caught on something deeper down. The eye sockets illuminate with a spiraling, bright white light and it rises from the depths to a full stand, revealing an uncanny humanoid body from the horse neck down, it’s entire being far too tall, with stretched-out proportions and a black and white suit in near perfection condition save for a light speckling of mud and algae.

     He doesn’t say anything, but if the teen is receptive, she might get the impression of a mild-mannered or even familiar, familial sort of greeting. They’ve never met, of course. This is simply the Brook Horse’s calling.

Deep in the woods, near a fast-flowing stream one could find the fiery haired teen, sitting on a boulder and staring off into space. She felt…lost. She knew what day it was, knew that it ought to be spent doing something special; but how could she do anything special for mother’s day when she couldn’t even be sure she had a mother? Was she out there somewhere, not knowing that Hope was alive? Was she dead, buried in some place that the mage would likely never know of? There were so many things that she was unsure of, but the thoughts going through her mind left her feeling… empty. One thing she was sure of was that she didn’t like feeling this way; didn’t want others to see her like this.

If she wasn’t interrupted this was likely where she would remain for the rest of the day.

#face to face #The Brook Horse - Year Walk #thehopcful #hey it's a little weird that i have a muse for this exact setting and scenario #mother's day

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[holding back tears] The final song I wrote for Gravity Falls. It didn’t get used, but use your imagination!

Alex contacted me during production of Weirdmageddon Pt I because he wanted Bill Cipher to have a big musical number. I recorded the demo (with temporary lyrics, since I wasn’t sure what could be animated.)

It would’ve been fun to force Alex to sing this, but sadly it never got to that stage, as these things go. Here are the lyrics:

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#Bill cipher - gravity falls #music

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I never saw this autumn wood stranger than it is tonight. I never saw this wood darker than it is tonight.

Maurice Maeterlinck, from Complete Poems & Plays; “Princess Maleine,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

#musings #the beast - over the garden wall

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This blog has had a placeholder url for too long. It needs a better one. Anyone have suggestions?

#ooc #og banjo kazooie jinjo voice: help!

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Hey Kid Wanna Buy a Nightmare?

#Bill cipher - gravity falls #my art

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xxheartheadxx‌:

He might have startled her just a little bit with how out of nowhere he appeared to have shown up, but when she realizes who it is she perks right up. Acknowledgement from God is kind of a big deal, after all.

“Oh! Hi Bill! W’y’doin?” 

“H H H H H O O O R R R S S S E E E S S S S S . . .”

     Bill emits a wave of weirdness that wiggles it’s way directly towards Kai, rushing over her and causing all sorts of, well, weird sensations. It’s probably uncomfortable, but when it passes, she’s left in the shape of a magical little pony.

“I’m just giving the people what they want! Have a good time, kid! You’ll figure out how to get back to normal on your own eventually. I believe in you!”

     And with that, he disappears the same way he came in.

#xxheartheadxx #Bill cipher - gravity falls

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@xxheartheadxx

“Hey Kai, look at me!”

     Bill leans into frame, previously watching from an audience of sorts but impossible to observe from the the dimension in which Kai exists and has the senses, or perhaps simply the awareness, to perceive. He wiggles his cane temptingly.

#xxheartheadxx #Bill cipher - gravity falls

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Theme applied, because apparently it is the day in which I do that everywhere.

#ooc

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xxheartheadxx‌:

They jiggle a lil bit, and she gets this exact look on her face. Like a cat switching to silly mode, she appears to have loved that. 

“Do you?” she asks, pulling him forward if he allows for that, and squishing him into a nice soft hug. His hat gets an affectionate (and very plushy) kiss right on the side of it, “I didn’t know it.” as if to emphasize whatever point she’s trying to make, she gives his hat a nice squeeze. Cuz it felt warm when she kissed it, so clearly it’s a part of him and therefore should be squeezed affectionately.

“Well of course I do! This is a pretty good prize too. Affection! I’m coming to really appreciate it.”

     He does allow her to do pretty much whatever she wants with his awkward triangular sort of body, flat as a sign post, metallic, warm with pure energy, and yeah, with that distinctly fleshy hat that feels a little like a sun-warmed snake.

“Welp, I live here now.”

     Looks like he’s set on clinging to Kai for an indeterminate amount of time. This is less inconvenient than it sounds because he’s potentially weightless and capable of being very, very small if necessary.

#face to face #xxheartheadxx #bill cipher - gravity falls

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xxheartheadxx‌:

“Now hold on there cowboy. Why would I fight the guy that gave me minor shape shifting powers and the ability to decide I don’t want to ever get pregnant without the use of preventative pills or surgery to get the job done?”

She plaps a hand against the spot below his eye, to the right of his bowtie, “Fighting doesn’t mean winning, and composition doesn’t mean willingness and readiness. I’d much rather squish your face into my plus-sized punching bags than try to fight you.”

“Well now! You’ve got a point, kid, but I came here all riled up and ready for a fight, so it’s a fight you’re gonna get.”

     Swiftly and probably painlessly, he slaps one of his weird, sticky-hand like appendages against the side of her chest, just enough for a good jostling, then resumes levitating aimlessly with a glazed look in his eye with her hand over his middle row of two-dimensional brick-plates.

“Haha! I win.”

#face to face #xxheartheadxx #bill cipher - gravity falls

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“Here I am!~”

     Bill chimes as though he’d been expected, or perhaps intentionally summoned by this bold declaration.

“This dimension’s lord and master for all of eternity! Those are big words coming from someone with built-in plus-sized punching bags.”

CAN YOU FIGHT GOD?

owo

#face to face #xxheartheadxx #bill cipher - gravity falls #lime i guess lmao #goddamn it bill your cannot call breasts punching bags

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“l plvv wkh dwwhqwlrq.”

#bill cipher - gravity falls #ic update

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starscattered‌:

“There must be another place that also has good benefits y’can work at! Somewhere where yer respected an’ treated fairly, no’ where yer treated like dirt. I wish I could help, in some way…” 

Calm yourself, Niamh. You can’t always help someone. 

The female bovine’s lips curved downward into a pout while she thought. This just wouldn’t do. She felt like she needed to help the poor guy out! He seemed so sweet and Niamh felt her heart breaking when she thought of him returning to a horrible boss. 

“…take the day off.” She suggested curtly before giving Dimas a bright smile. “One day off won’t hurt, yeah? Spend th’ rest of the day with me. We can have some real fun, an’ it’ll help take yer mind off things! I know we’ve just met, but I can tell yer a real sweetheart. Y’don’ deserve whatever harshness yer boss is handin’ to ya.”

     Were Metauro just a little less hardened by his life of crime, he might have begun to tear up at her offer. He’d thought of it, certainly, going off and doing as he truly pleases, if only for a short time, but he knows that there’s nowhere he could go that BHO wouldn’t find him, if they bothered trying to find him at all. More likely, they’d punish him by harming those he cares about. People, animals, places. Nothing is too low for Black Hat. There’s just too much at stake to brush off even a single order.

“Words cannot express how much I would love to do that.”

     He starts, gaze down-turned and tail thrashing in frustration. Just by speaking to her, he feels as though he’s put her in potential danger, but she seems so sincere in her want to help, that he brushes the guilt aside and ponders a compromise.

“I could call you, on my next day off.”

     Assuming she’s amicable to sharing her number, he leaves with it to go and deliver what had been asked of him, now looking forward to finding any amount of spare time in the near future.

#metauro - villainous #wrapped this up so we can move a new interaction to her new blog :D

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multiboye‌:

“Jeesh. Hard t’forget you’re as much a figurative monster as you are a literal one.” he says, lifting the skull by the arm and taking a closer look at it. 

“Bet it would go for a good price though… Even if I don’t need money so much anymore… I’m nothing if not a greedy old bastard.” he starts raveling the arm coil up like a hose around his arm, but knows he wont be getting very far with that. 

“Need me a hose reel for this baby.” he says with an arm full of arm.

“I like to let it all hang out these days. After round one with Sixer didn’t go as planned, I figured being straight-forward about what I am was worth a shot, and sure, a lot of people still aren’t into it, but being hated for something I am is decidedly better than being liked for something I’m not until the other shoe drops and I’m turning people to golden statues of frozen human agony just to keep them by my side.”

     Ah, character development.

“Besides, it’s not like anyone can do anything about it now. The stakes are low for me. I’m practically bragging!”

     ...sort of.

“Hey, wait a minute. Do you remember anything I just said happening? I forgot which timeline I’m in for a minute. Anyway, sure, I’m a horrible nightmare beast, but I’ve cut down on stuff like eating babies and I did it for you chumps. That could be hundreds of years old for all I know. Go ahead and keep it along with my spare arm. I’ve got a googolplex of ‘um!”

#multiboye #bill cipher - gravity falls

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multiboye‌:

Sounds like a fishing pole. Stanley continues pulling the arm, watching it unravel and noodle to the floor in piles around his ankles. It’s less about finding the end now and more about how long he can do this before he gets bored and stops himself. He knows Bill will never get bored of it. Bill’s not gonna get bored of anything that’s this engaging. He can count on that much. Unless the guy surprises him by actually managing to have a shorter attention span than the old man who has probably already forgotten where he is.

“… And they’re kinda stupid too …” he continues, sounding distracted and pausing a long time between his next choices of words. Not out of need to collect his thoughts, but because he’s simply too distracted, “…We put real monsters in a cage once… On display at the shack …” tkk. tkk. tkk. tkk. tkk. 

tkk. tkk. tkk. tkk. 

“… They were convinced it was fake…” tkk. tkk. tkk. tkk.

“But the bass head I glued to a taxidermied squirrel?”

tkk. tkk. tkk. tkk. tkk. tkk.

“Real as hell. I pocketed hundreds that day.”

tkk. tkk. tkk. tkk. tkk. tkk.

“So my point stands that you might as well just have fun. Cuz the real shit’s just gonna get ignored.”

“Might as well glue fish heads to dead squirrels.”

     He agrees. That’s kind of been his philosophy for a long time now, but it helps to be reminded of that when things get too serious for his own liking. Why the ridiculous antics? Why the parties? Why anything except whatever brings even a brief moment of enjoyment in an ever-critical world full of disbelievers? Because that’s all an old man, human or ancient, two-dimensional being, can really depend on.

     At last, something crowns in the socket of his arm. It looks hard and white... almost like bones, until finally, pop! Out comes a tiny, human skull on the end of a length of arm that’s piled as high as Stan’s hips. This might be a problem, if not for the fact that a whole new arm of his “normal” size bursts from the new hole the last once occupied.

“Oops! Looks like I lost my lunch. Sorry about that! I hear those go for a good price on the black market, though, so maybe you can make a profit. Haha!”

#bill cipher - gravity falls #multiboye

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multiboye‌:

“Byeah maybe a little. Much as I didn’t expect to have anything in common with the guy that brought on the end of the world. Stranger shit’s happened I guess. I’ll be real with you. Stupid people ain’t gonna listen to nobody unless they appeal to everything they want at the drop of a tophat. And even then, they’re goddamn idiots that’ll just keep on takin’ until you’ve lost all your dignity and then some.”

“They don’t know what’s too much and moderation’s out of the question. My advice? Do what’s fun. Don’t bother trying to get everyone t’understand what you’re tryin’ to tell em. They’re just gonna nod their head and go right along with whatever you say so they squeeze more shit outta you.” he starts pulling on Bill’s arm, wondering how far out he can make it stretch and noodle before the demon decides it’s time for that to stop.

     Bill doesn’t say anything in response to Stan’s advice, but he does take it quietly to heart. He never would have expected to have so much in common with the more easily underestimated of the older Pines twins, but he finds himself very, very glad that he opened his eye to it on time - at least in this branch of what can only roughly be called reality.

     His pupil shrinks, unfocused into the far distance, as his arm continues to unravel further and further out from his exoskeleton. It begins to make rapid clicking noises with each tug, a seemingly endless length of strange, inorganic “flesh” that lacks anything resembling bones or joints. We seem to have a Hertzfeldt situation on our hands.

#multiboye #bill cipher - gravity falls