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irregularbillcipher · 10 months

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DO YOU KNOW WHAT SPAWNED YOUR EXISTENCE?

[ID: Two lineless, digital paintings, both with warm, dark gray backgrounds. Both canvases are shaped like exact squares.

Painting one shows an adult Bill Cipher, a bright yellow triangle with a top hat, bow tie, cane, singular eye, and long lashes, reaching out to shake hands with the Axolotl, a pink axolotl with an electric blue tail. Bill is looking at the Axolotl casually, and his outstretched hand is engulfed in blue flames, while the Axolotl is smiling at Bill gently, reaching out to take his hand. There are stylized stars, similar to sparkles, in the top right and bottom lefthand corners of the painting. The painting is textured so that you can see the gray of the canvas very faintly through the brush strokes.

Painting two consists mostly of a short passage from Edwin Abbott Abbot's Flatland, written in light gray over the dark background. The passage is the beginning of chapter 7, and reads as follows:

"7. Concerning Irregular Figures

I for my part have never known and Irregular who was not also what Nature evidently intended him to be-- a hypocrite, a misanthropist, and, up to the limits of his power, a perpetrator of all manner of mischief..."

Below the quote, near the very bottom of the page, is a tiny illustration of a very young Bill Cipher. He is drawn completely in grayscale, and is looking down at the ground angrily, fists clenched. He is wearing a pauper's cap and has bandages wrapped around his rightmost angle, which is noticeably longer and more acute than his other angles.

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#flatland #flatland: a romance of many dimensions #bill cipher #my url was almost irregularbillcipher for a reason I have… thoughts!#i do wanna say for anyone who hasn't read my fic uh me making bill irregular is not one of those #'what if the oppressed person was the REAL bad guy and went Too Far' type deals. at least that's not my intention #i always like to write bill with a bit of a square in him where he's not too bothered by people Not Having Rights #'till it impacts how people see HIM (and the few people he's grown to care about)#things will get to him sometimes but it's always through a lens of like... himself if that makes sense. he simply does not care about other #he's the living embodiment of 'do you believe in gay rights?' 'i am gay' 'he's dodging the question' but for irregularity #to be fair with whatever the hell is going on with him and kryptos he's also sort of that for gay rights too #... also i have birth defects and just wanted an excuse to write about victorian ableism so i hit bill and kryptos with the disability ray #woe... birth defects be upon ye #anyway this is some old art but i'm still very fond of the bill n frills drawing

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viciouslyyearning · 1 year

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Oh to be a handsome little merfolk living happily under the waves of the sea.

Watching how the other merfolk disperse or silence themselves at the mention of the sea witch who lives far away in a hidden cavern. Only whispers of a broken riddle as the map of how to find him.

They say those who are brave, can. And those who are lucky, leave with their greatest wish granted to them. At what cost however? As the unlucky never return.

You are of some luck, both good and bad to have been swimming amidst the kelp beds when you see him for the first time.

And he was something to behold, black tentacles sprouting from his waist where your tail was. Stout figure covered in intricate golden markings along skin, and long white hair flowing around his form. He looked nothing like your fellow merfolk, who's agility and speed gave way to lean and lithe form, no. This was a massive man who's greatest assets looked to be strength, with the form to match.

Your curiosity grew as you watched the creature, noting how he muttered to himself over the different ingredients he must have been looking for, and as you saw his dark eyes you realized that your prior thought had been wrong. He was strong, that was certain. But this creature's greatest asset? Was intelligence.

Hiding within the vegetation along the sea floor, you simply watched the cecaelia with wide, intrigued eyes. Waiting till after he was gone to finally swim up and away yourself.

After that you kept an ear out for the cecaelia. Hearing every time one would seem desperate enough to search for him, watching as some returned proud and gleeful, others with some reluctance, and most, didn't.

The common theme between all of them that you could understand was there was a greater price to pay than expected.

The proud didn't realize what they might have lost, the wary knew all too well, and the others you had no clue.

You could almost taste fear in the salty water whenever he was mentioned, never by name, however.

One day, by your unknown state of luck, you saw him again. Along the reef where many merfolk will sell their wares and creations he was there, perusing a keeper's hand grown clams, ignoring the keeper who was hiding behind his own tailfin.

He was quiet in his search, selecting three with great care before leaving a generous portion of coin on the keepers counter as the merman wouldn't dare look the cecaelia in the eye.

The cecaelia seemed unbothered by such treatment, leaving you feeling a certain sort of empathy. You remember the days that most merfolk would almost ignore you for being different in personality and appearance.

This creature was such a mystery! Generous, and reserved, and intelligent, and capable, and possibly dangerous, gah! Why did he have to make it so hard on you?? Couldn't he be good or bad acting to easily let you know if you should squash those feelings you had begun to notice in your chest?? The nerve.

It takes another few days for you to make up your mind to satiate your curiosities and feelings. If you can find him by the riddle those who have been whisper, then you can speak with the creature and decide if it's worth anything at all.

After all, even he must be lonely, yes?

It was no easy venture, finding someone smart enough yet stupid enough to remember the words and to be willing to share them took effort, as did following the directions within those hidden words.

After a length of time would pass, you would be swimming along the bottom of a hidden trench in the sea floor, only accompanied by the occasional eel or slug.

And yet, you saw it. A deep crack in the stoney walls of the trench that widens into what would be a doorway for something over twice your size... Which the sea witch was. With any hesitation having long left you, you swam carefully towards and through the makeshift doorway. Eyes adjusting to see a cavern with makeshift shelves, lined with various oddities and ingredients, few set along the shelves, apart enough that their faint glow lit up the walls, hard rocks lining the ground and ceiling.

You swam slowly and carefully as to avoid any possible injury, wondering if the massive cecaelia could wander through with ease or as much difficulty as you were maneuvering with.

"I would be a poor host should I not greet you at the door." Spoke a strong voice from the shadows, you flicked your tail down, stilling your motion as you looked around. "However-" the voice called once more as the giant cecaelia moved into the dim light, tentacles carrying him easily as he moved to tower over you in the cavern entrance way. "-Had I been aware of your coming, I could have prepared, so I can't quite say I've been a poor host if I wasn't aware I was one. Wouldn't you say?" The words held no malice though there was something guarded in the way he watched you.

Your tail flicked nervously as you found your words, "My intention was not to cast you in such light, nor to enter unwelcomed. I... Wasn't quite aware that this was your home," you smiled sheepishly, hand resting upon the gills of your neck for a moment to stop yourself from continuing.

The sea witch watched with a more relaxed demeanor, granting a small grin as he gestured further into his home. "I suppose when put like that I can't mind. Come, you deliberately sought me out, did you not? Come further in and tell me what it is you seek."

You stalled for a moment, realizing he was waiting for you to move as he would not turn his back to you. Curious indeed. With no outward malice, you felt comfortable enough to flick your tail and move forward once more, swimming past the cecaelia and further into the cavern, you noted that the rocks smoothed and disappeared, leading to soft sand along the floor.

The sea witch followed you closely, stopping as you did in front of his makeshift table.

You turned with a slight startle, noticing how close he was, or at least it felt like it, with how his tentacles splayed out along the floor, they could easily reach out and wrap thrice around you at minimum. Though they remained as relaxed as he appeared. "I must confess, I am here for my own curiosities, not for something of a physicality."

He paused, settling down at the table and resting his arms against it, leaning towards you. "And what curiosities are you to indulge in here?"

Following his lead, you relaxed against the tabletop, trying to ignore the warmth in your cheeks and neck as well as your ear fins nervous twitching. "Curiosities of you..."

"I'm sorry?"

You watched the incredulous look upon his face with confusion. Surely you weren't the first to take an interest in the man. Tilting your head, you watched carefully as you chose your next words one by one. "I am curious of you, I've seen you multiple times before. I've felt certain ways at the simple mention of you and with you only coming around every so often I decided to find you myself to learn more about you and decide what to do with these feelings of mine."

The sight of such a powerful looking creature covering his mouth with a dark purple flush covering his round cheeks was quite a sight. Especially once you realized that his tentacles had curled up, making him look smaller than before.

You smiled easily and patiently as you waited for a reply.

"I...-" he cut himself off. Shaking his head and finally looking away from you, to the ground. Eyes going from something warm to cold, almost cruel. "Have you come to humiliate me on behalf of some sorry fool who thinks me to blame for their misfortune?" His quiet voice turning into a snarl as he bared a row of fangs you hadn't noticed before.

You jolted back, confused and concerned now. "What could you possibly mean by that?"

The creature shifted to height once more, no longer settled but looking between a mix of agitated and hurt. "Just what makes you think I'd believe for a moment that such a handsome little merfolk like yourself would express such interest in this monstrosity?! There are plenty of other mers of your own size and almost of your own beauty to settle with, not some-" he raised a hand, attempting to accentuate his point before letting out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and lowering once more.

You stared for a moment, caught between flustered over the manner in which he referred to you, and feeling sorry that he didn't believe you. Slowly, you swam upward, to be at eye level with him, as soon as the water current from your movements reached him you saw him almost flinch back.

That wouldn't do.

Slowly, gently, you took his far larger hand in your own, raising it up to hold as you waited for him to open his eyes.

Slowly, he did, turning to look at you with such an open expression you couldn't help just how soft your own voice had grown. "I am here of my own volition because there is something about you that I wish to know more of." You watch as the flushed look returns to his face, feeling the warmth emanating off of his form. "I have seen your intelligence, I have seen your quiet, I have seen your generosity and gentle hand, even when ignored so blatantly." You lean closer, less than a tail away and able to feel the water shift where his tentacles have risen and circled around you, almost close enough to hold. "This, is why I am here. To learn from you what I could only learn by spending time with you, if you'll let me?" You question softly.

The cecaelia stared intently, eyes never leaving your form, he can smell a lie, and there isn't a single one. A cautious voice rises from his chest. "If this is what you truly wish, I would happily welcome your company for as long as you care to return. However, such a deal even if this nature, requires something in return."

"I'm ... Afraid I don't have much," your voice wanders off

The water tenses as his voice grows stronger, more certain in his words, "I find that this will be easily granted by you, should you wish strongly enough to do as you've said." You feel his hand in yours finally grip yours with a gentle strength, almost refusing to release as he slowly pulls you closer, massive form almost encompassing you as his confidence returns in full force. "A kiss." His breathing deepens as he watches your response.

You can practically feel the intensity of this creature in just his gaze alone. You've already learned something new. He is very intense. That intensity might manifest in whatever deals he creates but in this moment it is focused entirely on you.

With that thought in mind, you move suddenly and without warning, allowing you to catch him off guard. With a strong push of your tail you've made yourself close enough to grab his face with your free hand and press your lips to his, closing your eyes and feeling his entire body jolt before melting into your far smaller form, happily.

It only last a moment before you pull away with a small grin, hand still resting on his cheek. The expression of surprises and genuine warmth catches you off guard.

"Akos."

You tilt your head at his response.

"I give you my name, Akos. You wanted to learn more of me, the first thing I can tell you that no one else knows is just that." He speaks easily, arms moving to keep you close.

"Akos," you mutter quietly, delighting in how you can see him shiver despite trying to hide it. You lean closer once more, watching his eyes close as your nose bumps against his, lips slowly finding their way back together as you speak. "What else will you give to me?"

A quick breath catches in his throat as he feels your lips move over his with your words. Trying and failing to at least keep his tentacles from holding onto your tail as well.

"Anything," he breaths, finally pulling you close enough to be pressed against his form. "Everything."

#mermay #cecaelia x reader #mermaid x reader #merman x reader #x reader #akos my beloved #sea witch x reader #romance the cecaelia its for mermay #request for him cause i wanna keep writing for big chubby sea witch whos just a puppy in love with his lil merfolk whos in charge

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