#The Imagination / The Mindscape

[nenoname]

It's still interesting that TBoB called more attention to Stan's control over his mindscape (And if you go with the interpretation that the lost pages are partial truths that are heavily influenced by Bill, then he's the one insisting that only someone with training should be able to have that much control over the mind.)

Meanwhile we have a memory!Stan. Someone who apparently knows too much and is rather aware for being a simple memory.

From the Wheel of Shame, we know Bill was able dig up all kinds of dirt on Stan but... that wasn't why he was there in the first place, was it?

Bill couldn't find the code immediately despite a memory of Stan opening the safe being a few hours old at most and decided to have Mabel try find it for him (The original concept of the ep had it far more hidden but this was likely cut because of time constraints)

Ford did experiments on Stan's mind which likely meant using Project Mentem and actually looking around his mindscape, and his only reaction was to comment on his jokes-- despite what little we the audience know being enough to render us sobbing wrecks

(yes I refuse to shut up about this part cos the book's intro is extremely underrated)

Stan was able to replace his memories of Ford with the swingset instead and managed to hide Ford in his Bar Mitzvah memory. And that's not even mentioning the lack of visible Portal and Stan o' War which noticeably show up in Ford's dreamscape (the broken swingset manifesting anyway pains me tho)

He subconsciously has misdirects for his secrets that are both silly and manages to disturb everyone too

And while Bill-as-Soos being bored by the vending machine memory is a joke that's basically the crew's way of going "hey remember the thing way back in the first ep that's going to show up in the next one?" and in-universe appears to be Stan slipping up, it's interesting that they had Stan input the wrong code when it's consistent literally every other time its inputted (especially when it shows up correctly in the very next episode)

It's even possible that the safe code that Bill found could have been a misdirect too but we'll never know since the safe got blown open by dynamite.

Stan was able to buy time by making his mind blank despite being genuinely terrified when Bill enters his mind (to the point that he breaks character and uses his own voice to yell), and could conjure up his living room (in colour opposed to his mind's regular greyscale) to make sure Bill didn't have enough room to flee, slamming the door in his face before the effects of the memory gun kicked in.

And maybe the twins eventually told him that Bill had already been inside his mind after their W3 reunion, but all we know was that his conscious self was left in the dark for ages and wasn't really aware of Bill until Weirdmageddon.

TBoB showing McGucket's dreamscape also brings up the idea of the effects of the memory gun manifesting differently to each person. To Stan's mindscape, the memory wipe manifests as blue flames which immediately brings to mind Bill's powers but it's a far lighter shade (maybe to more closely match the memory gun and its eventual fade to white?)

The end of TBoB and the website poem also firmly reminds us about Stan's connection to fire but there's also the question if Stan himself is actually aware of it...

[puppyeared]

personal character design headcanons + brainrot

Note: the re-bound!au does NOT belong to me, it belongs to @chipper-smol I’m just not normal about it lol

[chirpsythismorning]

Their time is running out...

Anyways ST5 here we come...

[theaccidentfactory]

Hey not to freak anyone out, but if Anne is canonically a Gemini and her birthday/the day they went to Amphibia is in May/June and Anne spent 5 months in Amphibia before returning to the human world and she spent christmas in December in the human world and they went back to Amphibia around new years and it took around a month in Amphibia to secure the armies and strengthen the rebellion and make plans, and Marcy is canonically an Aquarius born sometime in January/February then um. There's a very real possibility that Marcy Wu spent her 14th birthday in Amphibia while being possessed by the core.

[crimeronan]

I'm rereading Chapter 2 of why did love put a gun in my hand and the bit where Hunter says "It's just his temper, he doesn't mean to do it" is making me so sad. I'm used to thinking of Hunter as the character with the most accurate read on Belos in this AU but even HERE he doesn't seem to realize how calculated the abuse is. 😟😟😟

i went back to remember what the full context for that bit is and ough. god. yeah. it's a gut punch:

hunter is Certainly the character with the most accurate read on how violent and dangerous belos can be. but even so, he can't conceptualize the level to which he's been manipulated....

when belos hurts HIM, that's just fulfilling a mutual contract between them. sometimes belos needs to hurt somebody and he can't help it and he and hunter both know it's best if hunter takes that on, right?? no need for anybody else to be involved. keep it in the family

hunter saying "i know how to talk to him" because talking to belos on luz's behalf has always worked Before, because belos wants it to, because that's the best way to keep hunter loyal...

"he's still the same person he's always been, he doesn't want to hurt you at all" with the implication of "he DOES want to hurt me and always has, but that's all right." boy.......

if hunter had a truly, TRULY accurate understanding of belos, then he would have either run away with luz or smuggled her out of the castle ages ago. because he would understand that he really.... has no control. over the amount of danger that luz is in.

instead he needs the belos situation to be one that's self-contained, as long as hunter keeps playing his role. if he controls the situation then he can keep luz safe. and consequently it's also his fault if luz gets hurt. because hunter is supposed to do Anything to keep her from getting hurt.

that is his Job.

[h7jfangirl]

TODAYS TGS UPTADE

Guys...

Hyde said "sorry"

Hyde is regretting his actions

He dosent want Jekyll to leave... he never wanted Jekyll to leave

Even if Hyde wanted to be the one in control he never wanted the resposabilties, thats why he kept Jekyll with him

But in this moment, he is not longer mad at Jekyll, Hyde dosent trust himself to be in control by his own or maybe... he just dosent care that he may be capture, but the fact that Henry is no longer here to make him company

And even I think now, that maybe Hyde is the part that had the little self love Jekyll still had

Henry didnt see Edward nothing more than a burden, feelings and thoughs to be ashame with and keep them deep down in his mind. However, for Edward Henry was his support, his guide and way out for trouble, the reason in emotional moments.

Also, I like to point out that even if Hyde is the one in completly control now... the red is still present in him, his scars from the glass he destroyed himself...

I have a prediction actually, its kinda funny: Hyde is regetting everything now, almost crying for Henry, but when he´ll finally see Jekyll again I can see Hyde trying to act proud and all so he wont admit that he needs Jekyll and would mess everything even more

[noescape]

Line art for a story I have been working on in which folds elegantly into the Book of Bill… more coming soooon about the cosmic silly straws xoxoxoxoxo

[bigfemboyenergy]

ok ok this will be the LAST time i promise

my interests are always jumping around and i get bored easily which makes writing fics hard but i have an idea

instead of me trying to write about things im not super good at and pushing extra work on myself, how about…i write about silly things with bill cipher and others !!

just kidding i have no idea what im doing (writing characters that dont belong to me kills me because i have to interpret them in a way that is as in character as possible but it never works lmao)

anyway take some new bs (ft. bill and danny)

Bill finds himself in the Mindscape, hanging around, all by himself. He knows who he can and needs to use for his plans, even if it means hopping across universes just to reach them. See, dreams connect each and every universe..which allows him incredible connections and possibilities.

Wandering through the realm full of doors, he searches for one that intrigues him. He should really try and get a possession in order, he thinks. But, before he can continue that thought, like the startling that goes with the crack of a twig, Bill suddenly jumps, as he hears a door open. Funnily enough, it’s just a..kid. A human, it seems.

The guy looks quite harmless, with their teenage appearance, but something tells Bill that they aren’t nearly as weak as they may seem. Despite his caution, Bill approaches the kid, masking his intentions. The random teen still hasn’t noticed him, even though there’s so much empty space and little color.

”Hey, kid, could’a sworn nobody knew how to get to this godawful dimension!” Bill proclaims, startling the kid with ease as he appears before them. The teen blasts a hole through Bill’s bowtie area, cleanly. “Well, you must be a feisty one!”

[micheal-in-the-bathroom]

time to rewatch the Halloween sanders sides episode🕺🕺🕺

[ethereance]

Au where post canon Allura gets sent back in time to s1. Or so she thinks at first. But because she has no body in her own reality, her quintessence latches onto the closest alternative the second she can return to the universe. The differences are subtle. But as time progresses they grow more apparent. Her ‘future’ knowledge isn’t quite so handy after all.

[edupunkn00b]

The Vulture, Chapter 3: The Star

Photo of a vulture sitting on a dead tree branch by Abhishek Singh via Unsplash, colored by edupunkn00b

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WC: 1082 - Rated: T - CW: A little Remus-y imagery - The Hermit leads Death—and the Musician—to see the Star for his help. Elsewhere in the Mindscape, Remus seeks out Patton's help to heal Roman. -

“Death,” the Star whispered, his soft smile far more reassuring than it should have been. “I’m surprised to see you here.” Arm outstretched, he offered his hand. For Death to shake or to kiss or…

Bones bowed her head and nuzzled against the golden skin of the Star’s open palm. The Star laughed at the horse’s gentle huff, lightning through dried grass. “What do you bear?” he asked. Though he stroked Bones’ muzzle, his eyes were fixed on Death and the bundle in his arms.

“The Musician is hurt,” he said. “Badly.” Death sat a little taller on his mount and returned his gaze. He ignored the Vulture’s scream from the North and met the Star’s eyes. “Will you help him?”

After one last pat to Bones’ nose, the Star’s smile faded and he moved to Death’s side. He tugged at the cloak. Death’s hand snapped out, bones clacking as he gripped the Star’s wrist. “Be careful,” he murmured. “Wounds like that are…”  He tilted his head, the memory of a thousand thousand mortal injuries flooding his mind. “Painful.”

The Star nodded slowly and his smile crept back, tighter this time. “I will be gentle.” Eyebrows stitched together, he winced in sympathy as he peeled back the blood-soaked cloak and the first layers of the Musician’s robes. “Come,” he murmured.

In a swirl of golden light, the glade spun around them. The lights faded and the Musician lay stretched out over a bed of thick clover and moss. Death knelt beside him. 

“You must inform the Hierophant. He will want to be here.” The Star spoke quietly to the Hermit, barely audible over the burble of the spring beside them. “The only one more beloved in the Kingdom is King Thomas himself.”

The Hermit nodded and pulled his hood lower over his eyes. “You can count on me.”

“I know,” the Star replied and then the Hermit was gone. Turning now to Death, the Star pressed his hands together in front of his heart as if in prayer. He closed his eyes for several breaths. When he opened them, a small copper vessel sat between his palms. “Help him sit up.”

Death did as instructed, cradling the Musician in his lap, limp head lolled against his chest. He watched as the Star dipped the mouth of the vessel into the spring, slowly filling it with clean, clear water.

“Is it dangerous?” he asked. It did not escape Death’s notice that the Star did not allow even a drop of the water to touch his bare skin.

The Star smiled and brought the vessel closer to the pair. “Not for him,” he said, humming approval when the Musician parted his lips and let a trickle of water wet his mouth. Color bloomed from the point of contact, the waxen, almost yellow-ish cast to his skin warming and softening in waves.

“It’s working,” Death whispered, strengthening his grip when the Musician stirred then slumped back against him.

“A bit, yes,” the Star replied, tipping the last of the water into the Musician’s mouth before moving to refill the vessel. 

A single drop slid down the curved bottom and splashed on Death’s hand.

It burned. Like fire, it spread over the back of his hand, pale skin growing and stretching over the bones. A cry rose up at the back of his throat, stifled behind teeth clamped shut. His whole arm shook where it looped around the Musician's middle, keeping him upright, but he would not let go.

“It’s restorative,” the Star frowned and returned with the vessel, freshly filled. “Though its effect on you should fade with time.”

Looking down at the small patch of skin and sinew stretched over the bones between his wrist and his knuckles, Death nodded. “All things do.”

The Musician had finished half the second treatment when a low voice slithered from the shadows behind them. “What an unlikely pair.”

~

“Lay him down on the bed,” Patton swept his arm over the pillows, shoving aside the pile of stuffed animals arranged against his headboard. “Quick!” he urged when Remus hesitated at the threshold to his room.

Bathed in a soft golden light that seemed to come from everywhere at once, the pictures lining Patton's walls moved, the figures pointing and laughing as Remus stood frozen on the spot. The last time he's been in Patton’s room he'd been the one laughing. 

Now he was stuck, Roman growing heavier in his arms. Heavier and lighter, his breathing slowing as hot, sticky blood seeped through both their tunics, wetting Remus’ skin. The memory of a thousand battles in the Imagination, a thousand wounds and broken limbs pushed through. Sometimes they fought together. Sometimes they fought together.  Blade and claw, thorns and rocks. Tooth and fist. 

Blood. Always there was blood. 

Lungs seized, he gripped Roman’s tunic tighter, fingers tangled in the heavy cotton, slipping and sliding as his blood gushed over both of them, pooling on Patton’s floor. The blood like flood waters, reaching his ankles, then his knees and thighs, splashing, wading—

“Re?” Patton was beside him, one hand at his back, the other curled carefully around the shaking grip on his brother. “Lay Ro down on the bed. Let’s get a good look at him.“

The pictures on the walls had quieted, shifting into new scenes. There was one of him and Ro painting a new space mural on Logan's ceiling. Sparkling white paint dusted Ro’s face and Remus had a giant smudge of shimmery blue along his cheek. 

Another picture was of him and Patton smiling for the camera, together presenting two beautifully browned loaves of fresh bread. He could still taste the yeast popping on his tongue from when he’d shoved a spoonful of it in his mouth faster than Patton could stop him.

With Patton’s warm hand at his back, Remus found he could breathe again. He nodded and slowly lowered Roman onto the bed. Fairy lights twinkled around them and, for a moment, Remus thought Roman could’ve been sleeping peacefully. Outside of the grasp of his memories, Remus could now see that Roman’s bleeding had nearly stopped and the edges of his wounds were beginning to close.

“He’s gonna be fine, Kiddo,” Patton nodded, squeezing Remus’ hand, grip sticky with Roman’s drying blood. “Nothing to worry about now.”

“Now, now, Morality…” Janus purred from the corner. Remus didn’t know how long he’d been there. Long enough, he supposed. “I thought lying was a sin.”

[kozmou]

Every few weeks i think about making a pokemon irl blog and making my 4 partner pokemon the main characters

but.

[nestedfeathers]

Lil doodle of billy boo

[crimeronan]

i've spent the entire evening thinking about hunter going to find luz in the princess AU worst timeline without vee.

the thing about it is: luz has had several months of living in the human realm while thinking that hunter is dead. this has taken an Intense physical toll on her. camila is doing her Absolute Best to be patient and kind and accommodating of luz's Ten Million Issues, but luz isn't talking to anyone about what she went through, and she's not adapting to life at home or getting better despite presumably having like eight different types of regular therapy and a social worker and eight different doctors and whatever else a locked-in-a-basement-for-thirteen-years kid would need.

so like. hunter tracks luz down after months without any contact with her or any knowledge about how she's doing. it presumably takes this long because he just survived an execution attempt that left him dead enough for belos to consider the job finished. there was SOME kind of long recovery involved

and when he does find luz, she's living with a stranger who has 'parental authority' over her, and she's SO thin and tired and her hair is a mess and she looks So Unbelievably Sick....

like. i don't think hunter would go to "grief" as the first explanation. (even with luz having an immediate and complete nuclear meltdown when she sees him.) i think hunter would have the exact same reaction to camila that he does in the main AU timeline, of "i see this lady has been worse to you than belos. i am going to be normal about this"

hunter being very keen on following camila's household rules and making it repeatedly clear that he doesn't want to cause any trouble, & then whenever camila leaves the room, just being like "luz. let's just go. Let's Just Goooo. we don't even have to go back to the castle luz listen. you can look like a witch with a concealment stone let's just build a house in the woods and plant a garden and never talk to anyone again. luz i swear to god Let's Just Go-"

[its-teeem]

Basil and Basil? can’t Drive

Two carriages pass each other on the street. One has Dorian and his delusions of Basil? and the other one has Henry with the actual spirit of Basil.

How funny would it be if the real Basil decided to become Henry’s guardian spirit while Dorian is being driven into insanity with Basil? 

[dividedsingularity]

I wanted to see Hero with wings so here he is with a pair. Don't you hate it when you try to fly away but your friend throws your other mutual friend who is a pickaxe at your wing, pinning you to the ground