She Dug Her Own Grave Teaching Him To Assert Himself & State His Opinion

she dug her own grave teaching him to assert himself & state his opinion

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hapsyno

8 months ago

The Lamb: Wait, Narinder being all weird when it gets too late at night is just a cat thing??? I thought it was because he was synced up with the souls of the damned or something and they semi-possessed him to do their bidding. That's so weird that it's just a thing cats do.

The Lamb: When sheep are overtired they just get restless leg syndrome and walk thirteen miles before returning to bed like a normal person.

The Lamb: Why are cats like this.

Leshy: Stop talking to me.

The Lamb: No. You're the only other cat owner here. I need someone who can relate to the insanity I'm going through. Narinder got into the catnip field yesterday and gave me a small child he found wandering around the village grounds and said "for you" before he puttered off. I don't even know if he wanted me to eat the kid or not. I don't know which possibility is worse.

Leshy: I have never been as jealous of Kallamar's wounds as I am at this moment.

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hapsyno

8 months ago

Kanna of 20th Century Boys, please. She's generally mid-late teens and (might) has some low grade psychic powers that pretty much just make her really good at guessing.

Name: Kanna Endo

Age: 17 (by 2014)

Restrictions: No use of ESP

Kanna Of 20th Century Boys, Please. She's Generally Mid-late Teens And (might) Has Some Low Grade Psychic

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hapsyno

1 year ago

Okey, now everybody must see that

H U H

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hapsyno

11 months ago

Oh God that's hilarious🤣🤣🤣🤣

Cant take those two anywhere

The kiddos go visit Clover at their new home! And meet Starlo! It instantly goes to shit!

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deltarune undertale yellow

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hapsyno

6 months ago

Wee armor hc helmless Gabe sketch.

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hapsyno

10 months ago

DID SOMEONE SAY STANLEY AND STANFORD SCREENSHOT REDRAWS!? (No one said that)

Tbh I like the Stan one better than the Ford one… but oh well! Click for Quality!

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hapsyno

10 months ago

Dude If EVEN BILL Is Scared And Feels That "it Was A Mistake" And "pain That Wasn't Hilarious" You Know

dude if EVEN BILL is scared and feels that "it was a mistake" and "pain that wasn't hilarious" you know it's unbelievably bad and alarming. what fiddleford did to himself to forget is beyong everything and the fact that even in this condition he's able to live and partly sane is wild

he lived like that for decades and even got better when his mind was fucked up so much that bill goddamn cipher was afraid to be there. fiddleford is so strong ohmyfuckinggod

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hapsyno

9 months ago

He gets one half hour of supervised outside time. He won't admit it, but he appreciates being able to see the stars.

Click for Quality! Version without speech bubbles under cut ↓

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hapsyno

10 months ago

Decided to redraw that lovely Bill Cipher Circle (does it have a proper name?) to act as a cover image for my Bill Cipher playlist…

+ sticker-friendly colored version! ↓

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hapsyno

8 months ago

At long last: either an alternate explanation for or continuation of my prior comic regarding how Bill was ABSOLUTELY naked in Ford's karaoke night drawing. (Because errors in art do not exist. Artists do not make mistakes. So if you see any in this comic, No You Do Not.)

A Theraprism staff member, EV-01 - a floating screen with a simplistic happy face on it, long robotic arms, and a pink bow for good measure - offers a pile of aged papers out to Bill in his cell. He's on his bed, laying on his front on top of his pillow (possibly having been screaming into it before this point), and reaches out excitedly for the papers. In the background, there is a 'Be a TRY-angle' poster which has been subject to severe graffiti from Bill, who has also written the word 'NO' in response to the motivational line.

He may have also tilted the poster on purpose.

"Here's those copies of Ford's lost journal pages that you asked so politely for, Bill!" EV-01 says.

"Oh, boy!" Bill replies, fully aware that EV-01 will get in trouble for this later.

"What'd you need them for again?" EV-01 asks, robotic hand taking on a somewhat air-headed thinking position near its screen.

Now holding the journal pages, Bill does not answer right away, staring wide-eyed up at EV-01 like he's about to get caught doing something he's not supposed to. Because he knows he is very much NOT supposed to have these journal pages, and will definitely have them taken away if he does not choose his next words VERY carefully.

Perhaps for irony, the one journal entry visible in his hands is the 'Cipher speaks' page. The artist did not even do that intentionally.

"Art project," Bill finally replies, looking away from EV-01 and sweating somewhat.

EV-01 stares at him with a blank smile, long arms dangling, before it raises both hands in a happy gesture. "Aww, it's so nice to see you're giving art therapy an honest try now!" it exclaims, adding more quietly, "Instead of just drawing triangles everywhere..."

Bill just stares back flatly, utterly unimpressed with EV-01 and how gullible it is. He has no doubts it will be reassigned from working on his (extremely difficult) case the second he's caught with these journal pages he shouldn't have.

"Sure, buddy," Bill says, not at all dismissive and patronizing. Also not dismissive or patronizing, he waves with one hand at EV-01 as it departs with the mistaken belief it has just done a Very Good Job.

"See you later for your meds~" EV-01 calls back happily.

The camera zooms in on Bill, clutching the journal pages and staring intently towards the unseen door of his cell, waiting for the coast to clear in silence.

Once he’s alone in his cell, Bill sits up on his pillow, holding the journal pages aloft to stare at them in triumphant glee. "These are gonna make SUCH good blackmail material," he declares.

He begins to go through the pages, looking excited and saying, "I hope Fordsy drew me pretty in these~" And, because the artist is lazy, the writing on the one visible journal page simply reads, "Page intentionally left blank."

Bill is stunned speechless upon finding Ford's drunken karaoke night entry, looking at his drawn self with his eye massively wide. In Bill-vision, three descriptions point to Ford's drawing of him, including "Nude", "Bare", and "Buck Ass Naked."

With the rest of the pages set aside atop one leg, Bill singles out the karaoke page in his hands, looking down at it with bewilderment. He no longer cares about the other pages, which is fortunate in that the artist was once again lazy, the only visible page reading, “Journal page not found, 404.”

"Well, THIS can't be right.,” Bill insists down at Ford’s drawing. “I wasn't THAT drunk back then.”

He pauses to actually think about that claim for a second.

"...Probably," Bill amends, sweating a little, and looking awkwardly off to the side. It's as if he knows he was DEFINITELY drunk enough to get naked with Ford back then, but is in purposeful denial as usual.

What follows is a time-skip, 'One Week Later', and in that week, a very determined Bill works to prep material to psychically beam into the Book of Bill, holding a pen and post-it note, and surrounded by art supplies like glue and glitter. He is nearly caught, EV-01 coming up behind him to ask a happy question, which is designated only by a question mark. It makes Bill startle and drop what he's holding, eye blown massively wide. He throws himself over his work, arms shielding it, and looks back at EV-01 in a sweaty panic. Further proving its ditzy gullibility, EV-01 just raises its hands to pacify him, smiling sheepishly all the while, and does not press the matter any further.

It probably sees this as an effective trust-building maneuver, having failed to consider that this is BILL it's dealing with.

The scene shifts to Ford Pines, who is in the middle of sitting down on the couch in his room, a blue pen behind one ear and an open satchel of his things held before him. Said things include several loose papers, a yellow notepad, red and yellow pens, a number two pencil, a green stress ball (or perhaps a bouncy ball Mabel snuck inside), a red journal that has yet to be spruced up, and a Zippo lighter.

The Book of Bill is also visible among those things, but Ford has not spotted it yet.

"It's incredible how much better I feel after that funeral for Bill," he says to himself with a tired smile. Sitting down fully, he starts to reach into his satchel, eyes closed as he remarks sagely, "Closure really does work wonders..."

His hand touches something unexpected.

"What the-" Ford asks, one brow raised in confusion as he finds and starts to pull out the one thing in his satchel that doesn't belong.

Now faced with the unmistakable cover of the Book of Bill, Ford squints down at it in intense disapproval. "Oh, this had BETTER be a bad joke..." he warns absolutely no one. Who is he even talking to? Nobody knows. Either way, his satchel sits open on his lap, and is about to be set aside and rudely ignored.

Ford shifts on the couch, satchel discarded to one side as he opens the Book of Bill with a look of frustration. "He's probably still dead, so this is FINE. I'm FINE," Ford insists, despite the fact that he has just OPENED THE BOOK OF BILL to see what's inside.

He is shocked to find that the first page bears his own penciled rendition of the karaoke night with Bill - something Ford only remembered once Weirdmaggedon ended in Bill’s death. There are two little stickers placed on the drawing, one being a conical party hat with the words 'party boi' on it, which has been stuck on top of Ford's head, while the other is a wonky yellow star stuck over his chest to declare him an 'A+ drunk'. There is also a small scribble of Bill off to one side, one arm stretched out towards the old drawing, and he looks either concerned or confused, a messy 'wtf' written close by.

Three red arrows indicate Ford's old drawing of Bill specifically, and below it all, in large letters, Bill has written, "Hey, quick question, why did you draw me naked?"

Despite being stunned speechless - and slightly offended - by the question, Ford still gets one finger under the page to turn it.

He then proceeds to narrow his eyes down at the next page in severe displeasure. Across the top of the page, "Anatomy of Successful Attire" has been written out above a picture of Bill posing coyly, the various bits of his ensemble pointed out with a series of tiny triangles.

The bits include: Hat (tops only), lashes (on POINT), bowtie (very important!), pants (less important), gloves (nice), and boots (for slaying). For no particular reason that FORD can see, 'pants' is underlined twice. Those in the know, however, would understand that this is due to the fact that Bill does not understand how to WEAR pants, and is thus actually wearing tights. This is because tights are totally DIFFERENT from pants, and NOT just because the artist stopped giving a fuck. :)

On either side of the image, Bill has written, "Such fashion~ Such grace~ So very stylish and in your face~" in red ink, though the main point of the page is written directly below and in the center.

"I mean, I'm pretty sure I was still wearing all my usual getup during karaoke, but I get it! I'm very attractive and everyone wants me carnally," Bill has decided, quite correctly in tumblr's eyes. "But especially you!"

Hearts have been drawn on either side of that declaration, while under it, a messy doodle of Ford is fawning over a slightly less messy doodle of Bill. Hands clasped, and eyes shining like he's trapped in a 90's shoujo anime, the doodle-Ford sighs, "Notice me, my muse~"

The doodle-Bill, however, is not impressed by this, one hand on his hip and the other held out in an unspoken 'stop' Ford's way. "Get in line, Sixer!" he declares.

The next page is visible, including empty check boxes and some sort of vampire bat-themed item taped below them, but Ford is too busy glaring at everything he hates about the page before it to notice just yet.

"What sort of DELUSIONAL-" Ford starts to exclaim, one hand thrown partially skyward in disgust. Upon seeing the next page, however, he stops his exclamation to instead heartily cringe and mutter, "Oh, God. Oh, NO..."

"You obviously still want me, right?" is written at the top, with a hopeful, shiny-eyed drawing of Bill poking his index fingers together below it. To its left, there are three separate options with empty check mark boxes: 'Yes', 'Definitely', and 'Absolutely'.

It is not in the least bit rigged in his favor.

Taped below all of it is a totally normal pen that is not ominous in any way whatsoever. The top of it looks like a cutesy vampire bat, complete with ears and wings, while the bottom half - the part where the pen is actually held - a gaping mouth full of sharp teeth hangs open, two wide red eyes set to either side. Not far off, Bill has written 'For You!', punctuating the words with a heart, and indicating the pen with a little arrow.

"Note to self: Exorcise this pen later," Ford mumbles, having removed the vampire pen from the Book of Bill to eye it warily.

He swears he can hear it urging him, "Give me your bloooood~"

Carefully keeping his fingers away from its fang-filled mouth, Ford opts for the pen tucked behind his ear, instead.

With a smug little smile, he dutifully answers Bill's question of "You obviously still want me, right?" Of course, he does so not by checking any of the rigged options, but by circling two letters together, instead: The 'N' in 'definitely', and the 'O' in 'absolutely'.

"NO."

Riding the smug high of his petty little rebellion, Ford uses his pen to turn to the Book of Bill's next page. Set aside safely on a nearby couch cushion, the vampire pen croons to him, "Bloooooood..."

He ignores it.

He wishes he could ignore the next page, which makes it clear that Bill is actively responding now, and Ford almost looks towards the camera Office-style at what he reads.

Next to a scribble of Bill, arms crossed and impatient, is written, "Okay, wise guy, that wasn't even one of your options, but for real, WHY did you draw me NAKED?!"

Three lines are provided for Ford to write on at the bottom of the page, with the demand of, "Write answer here." It is not at all concerning or unsurprising that, just below that demand, and in parentheses, Bill has added, "Preferably in your blood!"

This is especially not at all concerning or unsurprising, considering that the next page is a long list entitled, "Reasons for you to write to me in your blood". The header image is a MOSTLY nondescript human who has sliced open his palm, blood dripping down to the delight of Bill, who is watching the blood with his hands pressed to either side of his bowtie, a heart floating nearby.

"This could be YOU!" has been scribbled over the lack of a face on the human, who would have been completely nondescript instead of MOSTLY if he didn't clearly have six fingers per hand.

The list of reasons is patently ridiculous.

"It's really cool. I'll be your best friend. It's basically infinite ink. It's a nice color. Biohazards are fun! It will have no negative repercussions. You don't even need all that blood. It would be very nice of you. As Nike would say, "Just do it!" All the cool kids are doing it. Everyone loves cool kids that give blood. Giving blood is super charitable. It would make you a better person! You'll get free apple juice and a cookie, too! Do I really need to keep going? This is so many reasons already, just write to me in your blood, I'll even be nice and say "please", look: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA-". The pleading is cut off by the edge of the page, for reasons Ford is unclear on, but which definitely continues across the Theraprism floor on Bill's end.

On the three lines provided by Bill, where he has demanded "Write answer here: (Preferably in your blood!)", Ford writes back a simple message in blue ink.

"I was very hungover and didn't feel like shading everything in, it's not that deep, Bill."

Still calmly ignoring the vampire pen, which is now rasping, "So thirstyyyyy..." Ford turns to the next page.

"And, let me guess," he says, preemptively unimpressed, "he denies it."

Ford sighs heavily and rolls his eyes at the next page.

"...Yep."

Next to a drawing of an agitated Bill, hands on hips and foot tapping, the expected denial is laid out plain in mixed black and red ink. "Sure, sure, nice EXCUSE, but I know you still want me! So how about you do us both a favor and just admit the REAL truth right down here!" Several arrows follow, indicating the two lines provided for Ford, with two additional demands beneath them.

"Write true answers ONLY!!!" is first, and in parenthesis beneath that is, "And in your blood this time! I GAVE YOU SUCH A NICE PEN FOR IT!!!"

Ford wisely continues to ignore the off-screen vampire pen in favor of his own, and writes in reply, "I want you to choke on glass." On a whim, he also adds a little smiley face close by.

Much to the artist's dismay, Ford ignores the next page completely, which is a real shame, because it's full of fun little drawings of Bill in a variety of poses. The amount of tiny red and blue triangles also littering the page is probably fine. Next to each drawing of himself, Bill has written additional notes, with the one at the very top of the page citing, "I dunno what to put on this page, so have these doodles I guess."

Near a waving Bill, "OMG HI" is written, though below it, in smaller text, he is pleading, "they won't let me swear, send help". A doodle that is not fully visible is coupled with the assertion, "This is a forking MASTERPIECE." Beneath a happily beaming Bill, he has declared himself, "Just a silly lil guy~"

In the middle of the page, two Bills hold a banner between them which reads, "Give me your ❤️BLOOD❤️", with tiny text just above the banner saying, "i am so high on meds rn lol". Not far off, another Bill lounges, asking, "Did *I* do that~?", though close by, he has also added, with no explanation, "hhhhhhhhhhh." Perhaps relating to the prior image, but not really explaining the barrage of H's, another waving Bill has been doodled exclaiming, "I am committing felony tax evasion!" Beneath it is an additional note, which chides the reader, “yall suck at thinking w/ portals! NO CAKE FOR U!!!”

Bill does not seem to care that the meme in question was already dead for at least 4 years by the time Weirdmaggedon rolled around.

One doodle of Bill has a heart in his eye, the accompanying note being, "GOLLY, who's the good-lookin' guy reading this right now?", and the drawing is probably not supposed to be followed directly by the one beneath it. It’s a messy scribble of what MIGHT be an axolotl face, not even colored. “Pictured: A JERK,” that one reads, so...presumably, it’s not related to the trio of increasingly lovestruck and sultry Bill drawings surrounding it.

The one that likely SHOULD have followed the heart-eyed Bill shows him with his bowtie removed. “GASP!” this one says, eye shyly closed and a hand on his blushing ‘cheek’, “So illumi-NAUGHTY!” Directly next to it, lounging like he ought to be drawn like one of those French girls, Bill has asked, “Wanna save the town? ;)”, presumably to distract from the fact that, not far off, he wrote and scribbled out the words, “send nudes”.

Close to that drawing is one that is mostly cut off, but it bears yet another demand, this one in all caps, “GET ME OUT OF THIS *STUPID ART THERAPY*”. Bafflingly, along the bottom of the page is the line, “i miss my wife, tails”, and to the left of that is another, far more wobbly triangle. This one is mostly eye, which has been messily drawn OVER the triangle’s lines, and written underneath it is, “I drew this by accident so now you have to look at it, too.”

It is a positively ridiculous amount of adorable little Bill doodles, which the artist put a ridiculous amount of effort into for some reason, and Ford should be ASHAMED for ignoring all of them.

Ford is, however, not ashamed in the least.

Snapping the Book of Bill shut, and continuing to ignore the vampire pen - which has been starved for so long that a wispy red soul miserably rises from it in death - Ford roots through his satchel.

He then pulls out his Zippo lighter, holds up the Book of Bill, and casually sets one corner on fire.

For a long moment, and saying nothing, Ford watches the Book of Bill as it burns.

Then, he looks straight into the camera like he's on The Office, uncaring of the fire hazard he's still holding, to make one last resigned remark for the audience:

"So much for closure."

I am so normal about these old dorks.

I'm not really clear on exactly when Bill started throwing his desperation book at Ford just like a needy ex do, but I find it extremely funny to imagine it happening literally the day of or after the makeshift funeral. Bill just gets this weird sense of 'Ford is taking steps to move on' and CANNOT FUCKING ABIDE.

I hope you enjoy all the goofy things I added to each page of Bill's sad spieling. (Everything SHOULD be readable so long as you view the full size, but I have added basically this whole little fanfic in the image descriptions, LMAO, which lays out all the little written notes and such.) Also don't ask how Bill managed to sneak that vampire pen in there. I have no idea, and honestly? I don't wanna know.

Oh, and a little bonus comic:

Aware that his book is burning by and IN Ford's hand, Bill stares up at the ceiling of his cell, eye wide and unblinking. "Ford wants me to choke on glass..." he murmurs, arms wrapped around the medium through which he was beaming his thoughts to Ford.

The book is titled, 'Bill Cipher's "Art Project"', with multiple warnings to leave it be, such as, "DO NOT TOUCH! *EVER!*", and "NO THERAPISTS ALLOWED". On the spine of the book, a series of seemingly unrelated words have been scrawled, including 'fork', 'bench', 'shirt', and 'ash', followed by a meaningless, agitated scribble. The relation and meaning becomes clear at the bottom of the spine, which bears the words, "Let me swear, you losers!"

Bill continues to stare up at the ceiling, not saying another word for a very long time.

Then, he hugs his 'art project' close, closes his eye, and kicks his feet. "That's the nicest pick-up line I've ever gotten!" he squeals in delight.

Of course Bill would take it as flirting. Because between the two of them, Bill is the bigger masochist By Far. :)

Also I have continued applying The Good Place logic to any of Bill's attempts to swear. Case in point, one last bonus image, this time with a motivational line from my slapdash Theraprism OC, EV-01:

"Be your BEST self!" EV-01 urges Bill - or perhaps even YOU!

Behind it, Bill squints, asking, "The FORK does that even mean? I'm ALWAYS the best."

The artist does not disagree. :)

Yes, its name is just 'love' backwards. No, I will not be taking any feedback on this. Yes, EV-01 was only ever assigned to Bill's case due to the Theraprism being desperate to make some progress in rehabilitating him. No, it did not work anywhere close to staff's expectations - Bill didn't even appreciate EV-01's matching fondness for bowties! (He claimed the fondness to be "cultural appropriation" and insisted he'd been traumatized by it.)

Anyway, if you like my stuff, reblogs are very much appreciated, and if you really really like it, perhaps consider my commissions or yeeting a teeny tiny tip my way? I am trying to recoup over 500 dollars in vet bills, ahaha... 🙃

In other news, I loved all the fun tags people added to the prior naked-karaoke comic (such as 'the hat and bow-tie stay ON during sex' and the classic '[insert keysmash here]', as well as the many amused/bewildered remarks about how I either made the bricks a piece of clothing or just straight up peeled Bill's skin off). However, I think my favorite thing by far was the several people losing their shit over the fact that I gave Bill toes. Like, excuse me? The magical talking triangle can have fingers but not toes??? Since when was that a rule????? 🤣 (Also the one person who reblogged with the cropped panel where Bill's fishnets pants are falling off to ask why Bill peed himself. Dude, I want to examine your brain...?)

Okie-dokie, I'm sick of looking at all of this stuff now and I'm off to go to work, after which I will either scribble some more goofy "Billford" comics or perhaps draw my lame human!Bill in Situations, idk yet. Maybe I'll even finally draw more than just a single other person's human!Bill...? Who knows, but I sure hope I can mix it up a little and not turn whatever I draw into a month-long fukken project. >:\

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