Bill Cipher's Like "I Was Oppressed And Restrained In My Dimension So Now I'll Do Whatever I Want Without

The Mind Cage, Ch. 1

Title: The Mind Cage Summary: In another world, Stanford Pines places a metal plate in his skull far too soon. In another world, Bill Cipher is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Characters: Bill Cipher, Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Fiddleford McGucket. Rating: T Warnings: self-harm, suicidal thoughts COMPLETE

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A/N: I found this among my drafts, and I thought I may as well post it. It was written before Journal 3 came out, obviously enough, but I still like the idea. Can’t promise frequent updates - I still have a lot of details to work out - and I can’t rule out running out of steam, but here’s what I have so far. Also watch out for mentions of alcohol abuse and, generally, Bill being bad news for Ford’s mental health. And also just plainly bad news.

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“Not that it’s any of my business, buddy, but why on earth–”

“As you said just now, it is none of your business.”

The man tilted his head as though to concede the point, and didn’t press the matter any further: all he did was busying himself counting the money once more - a large wad of cash that was most of what remained of Ford’s grant for research. Still, he didn’t mind parting from it. It would be put to good use. The only thing that mattered right then was keeping Bill Cipher out of his mind. Keeping Bill out of their world as well would come easier once he had achieved that, wouldn’t it?

Wouldn’t it?

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what if bills legs actually were proportional to his body but he just wore some very ill fitting jeans

Performative Tibetan costumes (only in photostudio )

Lately I've been obsessed with these creatures

Photo from Herring Green Activity Farm

De herencia Purépecha, la Danza del Viejito nace en el pueblo de Jarácuaro, ubicado en la ribera del Lago de Pátzcuaro en Michoacán. Su legado es ancestral, pues data de la época prehispánica antes de la llegada de los españoles. Se ejecutaba, en cada cambio de estación, por los “Petámutis” - los sabios o chamanes - quienes eran los más ancianos del pueblo y, por ende, los únicos que podían realizar la danza. El propósito era realizar una ofrenda para el dios del sol o el dios viejo - llamado “Tata Jurhiata” -, pidiéndole por buenas cosechas, lluvias o salud para sus enfermos.

Con la llegada de los españoles la danza fue prohibida. Los ancianos del pueblo, ignorando las nuevas reglas de los colonizadores, siguieron enseñando esta tradición a sus jóvenes, quienes ahora bailaban al ritmo del tambor y la flauta, adaptándose así al proceso de mestizaje cultural adoptando nuevos instrumentos del viejo mundo. Con el tiempo la danza perdió su sentido religioso y pasó a ser una forma de burlarse de los españoles, sin que éstos se dieran cuenta.

Los danzantes portan una máscara de viejito echa con madera o pasta de caña -materia prima típica de la región-, utilizan fibra de zacate para simular el cabello del viejito. Su atuendo consiste de una camisa de manga larga y un pantalón, ambos de manta, con decorados bordados en la zona de las muñecas y tobillos. Se complementa con un sombrero adornado con listones multicolores y un bastón rudimentario de madera.

Los huaraches son imprescindibles, pues la forma de bailar esta danza es con un vigoroso y rítmico zapateo. Los danzantes se encorvan, simulando la postura de un viejito, al mismo tiempo que actúan diferentes achaques típicos de la vejez. . . #michoacan #morelia #méxico #mexico #mexicomagico #mexicodesconocido #tradicionesmexicanas #mexicantradition #ancestors #purepecha #danza #folkloremexicano #folklore #travel #travelphotography #viejitos #photo #photooftheday (at Morelia Centro, Morelia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CW_a66sPAUD/?utm_medium=tumblr

In this post I decided to combine the whole series of my drawings with Russian folk paintings & costumes ❤️

the thing i love about bill being a flatlander is that he so clearly hates the fact that he is one but he’s also just as clearly still so attached to his dimension, even if he doesn’t realize it. i love that he falls back on being an equilateral salesman in so many of his interactions, that his role in flatland still shapes him so much. i love that he grays out the world when he appears, that he is still associated with monochrome. i love that he builds his physical form over a flat, gray version of himself. i love that he kept kryptos around, even though the guy seems to be from, at the very least, a dimension very similar to bill’s, if not literally being from bill’s home dimension. i love that even the way he dresses could be seen as cultural carryovers from growing up in a victorian environment. i love that he’s sensitive about people asking if his sides are even. i love that, when he finally gets a shot at a physical form, he basically makes himself a spacelander. i love that he has tried so hard to escape the repressive, oppressive society he grew up in, and that it still seeps through so obviously to anyone who knows even the slightest bit about him

Young women in Russian folk costumes of the Belgorod region

Found this thing from 2020, I'm proud of the lipsync and I want to remake it but I probably won't