#YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GREAT THIS WORKS VENTIUM

[elysialm]

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ (from aventurine for her hsr verse, IF IT WORKS......)

@apocryphis

There are endless worlds and endless beautiful lives that exist within. No matter how tainted they are, there will be one existence who will love them with sincerity and adoration. She, who sees the ego (true self/origin), will not hesitate to embrace all that lives within the Imaginary Tree's branches. The life itself, the one whose existence fuels the existence of ego, continues to travel across the worlds when she can. With Apostles traveling across countless worlds, she is allowed to set her foot onto the place where another beautiful yet tragic existence remains. Her steps are light and she remains a spring breeze within the coldest places in the galaxy. A maiden of vitality, her gaze of blues is knowing and gently warm despite the mystery surrounding her.

Elvish ears twitch when she hears Aventurine's words, her eyes looking into him as she does with all others. An Aeon of Origin (Ego) can only smile at the other when he catches her curious gaze. He sees so interesting! Why wouldn't she stare with interest? She must be the odd one out, but she approaches him with a smile that seems a bit too friendly and a bit too casual. She may be aware of the IPC, of who he is, but it doesn't matter, does it? Titles and big names are just that - names and titles, it doesn't represent who the person is.

And Elysia? Elysia wishes to know and befriend those who catch her eye. Who would deny a girl as cute and pretty as her friendship, right? Oh, but it's a jest for she knows how people act and behave. Especially those whose eyes do not have a familiar light of hope within them. His eyes remind her of Aponia's, the maiden who could predict the future and never change it no matter how many times she tried. Eyes that do not see ahead, eyes that seek something that cannot be obtained within the realm of mortality.

"I wanted to say hi!" The maiden of spring says, "I've never seen you around here and thought to ask who you are. You have pretty eyes like I do, so why not say hi you?"

She speaks with sincerity, words lacking any ounce of ulterior motive. It seems she doesn't recognize him and doesn't seem to really care about the reason for his presence. It seem to be obvious why he would here, especially when others whisper about his presence all around but she remains the odd one out that causes others to look at her with a strange awe and curiousity.

"It seems you are also carrying the blessing of Qlipoth," she tells, glancing at him with the same friendly smile. Her ease with the way she speaks of what others carry - a symbol of an Aeon - is all too odd, but she doesn't show any danger or any wish to attack. If anything, she seems positively curious and genuinely interested. Her gaze is honest and true, her tilt of her head only underlining her genuine wish to get to know the new person. "All the better! Doesn't it mean we should be friends? My name is Elysia."

The Aventurine Stone must feel warmer in the hold of the Stoneheart, it responds to the presence of the beloved of Aeons. The daughter of the Imaginary Tree, the representation of Ego that continues to live on as a way to give all a chance in fighting and pushing forward. Qlipoth's gift responds to vitality of her energy, eyes gleaming with warmth and something unique. The Aeon of Origin has descended, the holy spirit is here, the maiden of life is finally here! Finally stepping out of the Land of Origin to witness the changes within, gaining more power as the flower of time moves onward.

"What about you? What's your name?"

[spitdrunken]

man. still have NOT managed to get my hands on the book of bill because it's sold out literally everywhere over here, but have any of you seen the new 'how not to draw' vid on the disney youtube channel that features bill? it really got me thinking.

notes: fourth wall breaking, obsessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships, implied sexual content, implied mind control

it's heavily implied that the video takes place in a world where gravity falls is supposedly fictional, like our own. bill literally says he's going to break the fourth wall! because i'm a sucker for fourth wall breaks and characters being aware of their own fandom (to an extent), i simply just HAD to run with this scenario.

i just like the idea of 'you' being just a person, some totally, in the large scheme of things, insignificant human walking the earth. you have a tendency for escapism, perhaps. you have always been drawn to stories. you like gravity falls. maybe it was something you watched while you were younger and recently rewatched, or an interest that had never waned. regardless, bill cipher, charismatic and unapologetically evil villain that he is, is one of your favourites.

you doodle him on the edges of paper when you're supposed to be doing anything else. (regardless of anyone's artistic skills, it's not difficult to draw a triangle with a top hat and an eye, is it?) and in this world, you are hardly the only one who likes him, who, perhaps, ships himself with him, who thinks about him a lot. who makes drawings and writes or reads fic. you don't think it's all that unusual.

in a stroke of luck or, depending on how you look at it, the exact opposite, the universe's idea of a cosmic joke, you are the one to catch bill's eye. (it's, after all, much easier to infiltrate the dreams of someone who already has you on their mind. makes sense, doesn't it? a tentative, wavering link had been formed already.) there, in your dreams, he tells you what to say--triangulum, entangulum. meteforis dominus ventium. meteforis venetisarium--and the next morning, you remember it clear as a memory.

you do it. for funsies. why wouldn't you? you don't expect it to actually work. he's a fictional interdimensional demon. why would it work? but much to your surprise, and horror, because surely a screw must've gotten loose for this to be happening, one of your little doodles has life blown to it. as a response to your summon, a tiny little bill cipher darts across your paper, alive but still confined.

(you've given him an in. now, he only has to take the crack you've opened for him, dig his fingers in, and tear it open.)

oh, he'll be funny! he'll be exactly what you thought of him. perhaps he even voices a line of dialogue you swore you wrote down somewhere days prior. yes, he's read whatever you wrote or read, whatever you looked at. he's keeping it himself for now. it's not easy to inflate his ego further, but you might have succeeded. rather than a meatbag, bill first looks upon you with the eye of someone presented with a puppy. fundamentally lesser, but capable of being something with the right training.

he urges you to make a deal with him and the promise he'll act out whatever fantasy you've been cooking up in that brain of yours, even if it's gross and weird and physically impossible!

he'll warp your dimension to make all of it possible!!! it's great!!! don't worry about it!!!!!!

…you don't do it. you don't touch the paper. you've seen the show, and you aren't stupid. bill nearly balks. he'd expected you to be the easiest mark of all time, but he suppose he forgot that even puppies have teeth. that's fine. he can work with this. because even though you have not let him in yet, and you refuse to shake his hand through the paper, you don't seperate yourself from him just yet.

you could oh so easily take the piece of paper he's on and throw it in the nearest shredder. or set him on fire. in you, he recognises lingering curiosity, and the excitement at having stood out, at being chosen, in one way or another. it's not hopeless yet.

he can play a bit of a longer game, then. he's been at this for a long, long time. he'll tolerate the paper he's on being folded into a little square and tucked into your breast pocket, granting him a view of your life and the world you're living in. (all the time, his hunger grows.) your decision not to throw him away ends up being your downfall. spending so much time with bill, letting him joke around with you, complaining about your problems… it takes a while for you to realise that, for a while now, he has not been speaking out loud anymore, but instead through your mind.

a connection that cannot be cut has been formed in between two of you.

on bill's part, he had thorougly expected to be bored. but perhaps it's your genuine interest in him, not the things he's offering, which he does not often see. (he's been down this road before. won't end well. but...) the sheer mundanity of your life that makes him wish he could twist and turn it all around. or just a random alignment of the stars. the heart doesn't always follow logic. in this scenario, at some point, bill realises that he has become genuinely invested in you, too. and at that point, you'll never manage to slip away. he's already dug in his heels in your mind far enough. you had no adequate protection.

he still wants to take over your world. he still wants to escape the discomforting flatness of the paper you've summoned him in. but, perhaps, you two could share that meatsack of a body of yours, before things get that far.