#help her jheselbraum help her

[egginfroggin]

Help a girl out, Jheselbraum

Takes place in the same AU as this post

Smol Ford got injured, Mabel is severely doubting her level of qualification to continue being his cool sci-fi aunt guardian, and Jheselbraum is trying to play therapist (it is not the first time)

Transcription:

Mabel: HE'S SO SMALL AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING JHESELBRAUM AND HE ALMOST DIED I'M BAD AT THIS AND

Jheselbraum: But he will recover, Mabel, you cannot let yourself lose hope due to this-

Mabel: GIRL HELP ME I'M NOT READY TO BE A COOL SCI-FI AUNT JHESELBRAUM

Jheselbraum: "Mabel, please"

[doctorsiren]

on Halloween, we did a silly where we were RPing who we were dressed up as in my server and so now Theraprism Bill is part of the McLawnolds 😁😁

[f-imaginings]

i love your work! do you mind discussing your interpretation of jheselbraum and her whole history with trying to stop bill (like with his first portal/the shaman for example) and the zodiac prophecy? you've led me to reevaluate so many parts of journal 3 and find details i never noticed before! and your interpretation of jheselbraum is awesome and so so interesting!

I'm going to direct you to an age old post from before the book of bill lmao it has my thoughts detailed pretty well.

https://www.tumblr.com/f-imaginings/166286693091/why-do-you-write-jheselbraum-like-that?source=share

I've always been suspicious of her character haha and that informed how I write her. I'm not sure there's more to say here that hasn't already been said in the post above but thank you for enquiring and enjoying the fic!

[achromaticegoist]

THE BOOK OF BILL TINY RANT (SPOILERS)

STOP. I CAN'T DO THIS TUMBLR. okay okay, I GOT IT DELIVERED LIKE 3 HOURS AGO AND I COMPLETELY FINISHED IT 😭😭😭🙏

I ACTUALLY CAN'T DO THIS ANYYYMOREEE. I SWEAR TO GOD I WAS GIGGLING, KICKING, SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF THE ENTIRE TIME READING THIS STUPID THING.

Did ALEX LIKE, *SCROLL* through FANDOM while making this entire thing BECAUSE WHY DID SO MANY PEOPLE LOWKEY EAT WITH THEIR OLD HEADCANONS? SUPPOSED TO BE THE DEATH OF ALL OUR HEADCANONS RIGHT??? EVERYONE PREDICTED AT LEADT SOMETHING LMFAOOOOO.

AND IF ANY OF YALL FOLLOW GRAVITY FALLS : AMBER SKIES BY JOZLYN MOON, THE POST WEIRDMAGGEDON SCAR THING BEING A PREDICTION IS FUCKING *CRAAAZY*

AND THE FACT THAT THEY KEPT COMPATING HIM TO THE DEVIL AND SHIT, LUCIFER REFERENCES AND "FALLEN ANGLE?" MY GUYYYYY the actual BALLS it takes to write this because I GASPED SO LOUDLY AT SO MUCH SHIT.

AND I WAS SUPER DAMN EXCITED ABOUT THE HENCHMANIACS ONE

GUYS THEYRE SO FUCKING STUPID 😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏 WHY ARE THEY ALL SO STUPID 😭😭😭😭 IM DYING OF LAUGHTER

SO MANY PEOPLE LOWKEY GOT SOME KIND OF BEEF WITH PYRONICA?? WHY ARE THEY SO INVOLVED WITH HER??? THEY HAVE A GROUPCHAT OH MY GOD THEYRE SO BESTIE CODED

Again I'm STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT JHESELBRAUM THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I WILL SURVIVE ON THESE CRUMBS SO DAMN MUCH

TIME BABY IS A FUCKING COCOMELON ENJOYER 😭 HELPPPPPPPPP

GGGGGUYYYYS? WHAT? OH MY GOD?? WHAT THE FUCK?? IM SCREAMIGN. NO NONONO YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME THE ANGST.

AND NO. THE WAY BILL AND FORD HERE WERE FUCKKKK THATS SOME GOOD FUCKING TOXIC BILLFORD. DUDE NAH IM LIKE GASPING FOR AIR RIGHT NOW BECAUSE HOLY SHIT SOME OF THE STUFF HERE IS SICK BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT LIKE

AND THE

IM FREAKING

AAAA

FORD DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER THOSE PAGES MADE ME TEAR UP A LITTLE 😭😭😭🙏 NOOOOO

AND THOSE *SCRAPS* OF BILL'S BACKSTORY. GUYS CHAT NO I AM SCREAMING. SILLY STRAW CHILDHOOD TRAUMA LOWKEY WENT HARD AND HIS FAMILY AND THE *FUCKING SPECK OF HIS HOME DIMENSION*.

THAT ONE LITTLE TV SCREEN WITH THE EDWIN A ABBOT FLATLAND DIAGRAM IN THE BOOK THOUGH NAH CUZ FANDOM ATE WITH THAT ONE.

AA. AAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND WHAT THE FUCK 😭🙏🙏 DIPPERS HISTORY WAS SO FUNNY I COULDNT STOP LAUGHING BRO ALSO WENT THROUGH THE GREEN MNM STAGE

AND IM NOT EVEN GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE COLLEEN BALLINGER***** APOLOGY REFERENCE THAT SHIT WAS SO DAMN FUNNY.

ALSO THE ENDING??? WHAT THE--THERAPY? NO BRCUASE THIS IS ACTUALLY SOME MESSED UP THERAPY SHIT. That is NOT how you try and heal someone holy fucking hell. Guy is getting more and more broken

CHAT I AM SOBBING AND SHAKING AND CRYING AND READY TO IMMERSE MYSELF FULLY IN THE GRAVITY FALLS FANDOM RN, STILL VERY MUCH ACTIVE IN HAZBIN HOTEL BUT GOD MOTHERFUCKIN DAMMMMMMMMNNNN THIS IS SOMETHING TO UNPACK.

[ckret2]

hey, first of all I have to say that your bill cipher fic is genuinely one of the best fics I’ve read in a while. the amount of work you put in plot and characters is incredible. every new chapter makes my week.

i was wondering if your thoughts (or headcanons) on jheselbraum changed at all after the book of bill came out. will bill’s relationship with her be mentioned in the fic ?

hope you have a nice day !!

My original headcanon was that she was Oracle to the Axolotl and that was it. Wasn't close to Bill, had possibly never even met Bill. Everything she knew about Bill came from the Axolotl being like "let me tell you some shit about this fucked up guy I know, it's important for you to know in case he tries to destroy your universe or something." since I headcanon the Axolotl as a divine defense attorney (Bill's attorney specifically), I also headcanon that from the Axolotl's POV his Oracles (there have been many) are like intern newsbloggers and he tells them things about his big cases so they can pass on that info to the local community (i.e., the mortals who come to them for their wisdom, like Ford did with Jhes).

Post-TBOB, obviously "she has no connection to Bill" doesn't work anymore. According to TBOB, she was a Henchmaniac and she helped design a portal, possibly the portal—we don't know whether Bill's using the same design or if he goes through tons of new ones all the time.

So, my new headcanon is that she was one of the many scientists Bill contacted to try to get them to build a portal so he could break into their universe. Ford was one of those scientists, Pyronica was one of those scientists (and I had that headcanon before TBOB listed one of her skills as quantum physics, so lemme toot my own horn for that), and now Jheselbraum was one of those scientists.

I've decided that, in his capacity as divine defense attorney, sometimes the Axolotl helps get at-risk mortals out of lifestyles where they would probably start committing crimes against reality—and since the Ax already works with Bill, he was in a perfect position to meet Jhes and help her escape the Henchmaniacs when she decided she was in over her head and wanted to live a saner lifestyle. Bill still resents him for this, but like, what's he gonna do? Get another attorney??

From there on my headcanons about her role as Oracle are the same, with the change that she knew Bill personally, but learned the truth about his backstory from the Ax.

My original plan for the Henchmaniacs in the fic was for them to start planning to move out of the Nightmare Realm to another more stable dimension, and for this info to eventually make its way to Bill. With the new info from TBOB, I'm just inserting "they're planning to move to the dimension Jhes suggested to them on TINAWDC" and continuing on with my original plan. I'm sure Bill's relationship to her will be mentioned at some point in the fic as relevant, but I don't have any big important plans for her beyond her new role in helping the Henchmaniacs get ready for evacuation.

[gfanlocalcryptid]

FOLKS!

Putting "seven eyes" on that godforsaken computer you get a picture of Jheselbraum (who we know was once a Henchmaniac) and a message that says: "LEAVE HIM. Escape to dimension (?) it's against the rules but it's the one reality where you may be safe from him"

The code under that says: "set coords to dimension: r34lity"

If you put "r34lity" into the computer you get some pictures of the Henchmaniacs in what seems to be our world and a text that says "they found a new home"

MY THEORY is that Jheselbraum still wanted to help her ex colleagues? Friends? And sent them to Earth, aka r34lity (which must be the name of our dimension in the Gravity Falls universe)

Thoughts?

[prettyinpwn]

YO JHESELBRAUM + I know where the Henchmaniacs ended up...

Sorry if someone already found this, but I wanted my goddamn Jheselbraum lore and so I was trying codes on the site with her. I tried Jheselbraum, The Oracle, etc. Finally, I tried 'seveneyes' and got this:

I'm not sure why her picture is burnt, left with ???, and why it's so dark, but... there she is! I'm going to try some more and update this post if I find anything.

EDIT: WAIT THERE'S MORE! Flip the pic:

Makes me wonder if she was following Ford across the Multiverse and got this picture and warning to him to come to her dimension, but he didn't heed it (although kept it). So she watched over him and made sure he stayed safe until the part we read in Journal 3 where he ended up in her dimension? Not sure. If anyone interprets this differently, let me know.

Also, there's a code on the bottom; working on cracking it now. EDITx2: It translates to "SETCOORDSTODIMENSION:R34LITY".

If you put R34LITY into the computer, you get this with the Shepard's Tone playing:

It seems Jheselbraum helped the other former Henchmaniacs make it to safety. In... reality. /fear

So the picture must have been something she gave them to help them escape.

[mystiffox]

i have no other place to ramble for this but i have an au i want to develop. i just havent had the time to execute it. anyway:

— maelstrom au!

Jheselbraum (right axo) had found Bill (middle) just after the "liberation" of his dimension, and sought out The Axolotl (left) to help raise the now orphaned isosceles. Bill works alongside The Axolotl while he is still a higher being working under the realm of chaos and dreams.

i do have a lot of notes so bear with me:

→ The Axolotl — Salamander

is called Otis by Bill, Ax/Axo by Jhesie.

an ageless God graced with omnipotent power and is in charge of the space-time continuum.

technically the oldest sibling/father figure.

→ Jheselbraum the Unswerving — Oracle

→ Bill Cipher — The Isosceles

this Bill doesnt feel like one that'd use his last name a lot? idk its vibes. maybe goes by "The Eye" or gets called Iso.

still a dream demon but works under Otis' careful guidance.

youngest sibling core!! (time is always finicky around here- but he's def the youngest compared to many other Bill aus)

called Jhesie by Bill, Orie by Otis.

"middle" sibling of course. will reprimand Bill if he goes too far, but indulges him every other time as well.

idk much about her atm beyond her prophetic and psychic powers. if the henchmaniacs are around, she and Bill definitely are good friends with them (with Time Baby as well).

maelstrom is a placeholder for now, bc my logic is a group of axolotls is called a maelstrom of axolotls! (its not an official term tho)

im also very, very tempted to add Steve into this. i think Bill should have a friend thats also the only other surviving shape from his dimension.

if you guys have any questions on em, ask away! i'd love to hear your thoughts, they could help me expand this au a lil more :)

[copaline]

MY FELLOW DEGENERATES IT'S WEDNESDAY!

@man--eater (You just posted a fic chapter but here I am demanding more!)

@sunsetofdoom (your writing has an amount of white gloves that is found nowhere else)

@i-prefer-base-twelve (*pokes hoping something falls out*)

@punedrr (I choose to believe you are sitting on a pile of gold now gimme!)

@ancharan (This is what happens when you expose me to shrimp colors)

@tempusedax-rerum (WELCOME TO THE FANDOM! You are now tagged!)

No pressure to share but I'd love to see what you have! And as always, if you see this and want to join in, please do! Consider yourself tagged by me! The banner is free to use!

This is a clip of the spinoff of Horror Vacui called The Dealer and the Oracle!

It's a fix it fic that answers the question "what if someone had rescued a young 1982 Model Ford as he was being tortured by Bill?". Here's a little snippet of the upcoming Chapter:

The 1980s were a shit decade. Leaf knew it. Jheselbraum knew it. Bill knew it. Everyone knew it. The music was tinny and insipid, the tech was clunky, the people were painfully backwards but thought themselves advanced, and that was before anyone took into account what passed for fashion. The 80s lacked the innovation of the 70s, the dynamism of the 60s, and the reverberating Potential of the 50s. The 80s weren’t experienced so much as they were inflicted upon a population that had no other choice but to exist in linear time. Case in point: The Rio Bar.  This faux Brazilian monstrosity was meant to look and feel exotic but only managed to embarrass itself. With its ever-present tobacco smoke and the reverb-heavy music, Leaf supposed it was a place where the uninspired could get a little taste of something safely foreign yet familiar. The bartender approached her in a ridiculous bleach-blond pompadour and what passed for a tropical shirt. “What can I getcha?” he asked cheerfully. Leaf locked eyes with him and scrutinized his saccharine smile before leaning in closer. “Tell the Grand Wormwood I’m here about her tab.” There was a crackle of static in the fringes of reality as the seams wrinkled and yielded to the words. The bartender’s face became dazed as his eyes glazed over and shifted from brown to a vivid lime green. He then blinked and looked around in confusion. “Hello Absinthe,” Leaf smiled. “Wisp? Where the hell did you drag me off to…” he trailed off as he looked positively disgusted. “I already helped you put the squeeze on Rico, I kept my end of the deal!” The Grand Wormwood, Absinthe the Green, otherwise known as the patron fae of that specific sort of regret that comes after you had far too good a time the night before. The Green Fairy’s domain lay behind the bar with the bottles of spirits, in theory she could manifest anywhere you could find a bartender, but even she had standards and this place certainly fell short of them. She was not pleased and was looking at Leaf as though she had dragged her to some back-alley slum to be murdered. “What? You don’t like banana leaves, bad music, and neon colors?” Leaf teased and it earned her a green-eyed glare. “You’re not funny.” “Well as long as you’re here, can I get a Blackberry Bramble?” It was amusing to see Absinthe puff up and glower while inhabiting a man a full head taller than Leaf. Eventually, the fae relented and manifested blackberries in a tumbler. “This was not part of the contract, Wisp.” “Oh no worries, I’ll pay for the drink.” “That wasn’t what I meant,” the bartender hissed, “you said I just had to help you find him. You never said I had to help you break him out.” “I also didn’t say you needed to kill Rico or his men,” she pointed out. “I only killed half.” “The other half were committed to the local insane asylum.” “And this is how you repay my restraint.” “My Lady Green, sulking is most unbecoming of you. You agreed to my deal. Last I checked, you still have half of your tab outstanding,” Leaf corrected as she caught the drink Absinthe slid across to her and took a sip, “mmm… bit sour.” “It’s February. Blackberries will be out of season for another twenty Februaries until global warming ramps up,” the fairy huffed. “Shame,” Leaf sighed as she pretended to be fascinated by the drink. “Is that it? You dragged me here to make you an anachronistic drink that won’t be invented for another year and a half?” “Misery loves company,” Leaf’s pointed reply was softened by the amusement in her eyes. “You know… you never said what Stan was doing in a place like this.”

[skeletboi]

Intridimensional au part 32!

Previous /// Next

Y'all this is so lazy, and also relevant to the plot, but mostly about Cam because they're part of the plot now.

Get plotted, bitch! *gets murdered*

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J= Jheselbraum the Unswerving. (I was too lazy to type it every time)

*Stan wakes up and sees Fiddleford and Ford lying next to him. They are safe, and still breathing, although they all have a variety of cuts on their faces from the 2d dimension*

Stan: Ford, Fidds wake up!

*Ford blinks awake and sits up in a panic before noticing Stan and Fiddleford on either side of him*

Ford: Stan, where-

J :Hello, I don't want to startle you-

*Ford and Stan both jump, waking Fidds.*

J: Apologies, I promise I am a friend. I know who you are and wish to assist you in your mission.

Stan: Are you going to say a bunch of cryptic shit and fuck off like that Cam person did, or do you actually mean you want to help?

*J let's out a breathy laugh and shakes her head.*

J: You've met Cameron, then. I can't say I'm surprised, they have a tendency to run in to versions of you, but they usually come to me complaining afterwards. Regardless, I am not like them, and I will give you whatever information you need to help on your journey.

Ford: We will take whatever help you can give us. Although, I am curious if you can tell us what Cam is, since they refused to give me an answer.

*Stan and Fidds look at Ford with matching expressions if exasperation.*

J: You asked them what they are and they didn't immediately kill you? I'm impressed. They must like you, or their self control is getting better.

Stan: They did sound threatening, but didn't bother to murder any of us. They just had another drink and then left. They were the least helpful, helpful person I ever met.

Fidds: I don’ even think they helped much. Seemed more threatenin’ than helpful ta me.

Ford: I thought they were fascinating, but I must know what they are. My theory was some sort of nymph- they can be quite threatening- although that doesn't make sense considering the location.

*J sighs and nods*

J: Considering you're still alive I assume you didn't tell them that theory. I can't see them taking kindly to being called a nymph.

I can't blame them for their more volatile nature, though. To answer your question, they are the offspring of different dimension versions of Kratos- the god of war, and Gaia- Mother Earth.

They have no real home dimension, with their mother being from 46*/ and their father from 27/1. They have no solid sense of home, never enough of one dimension or the other for the local's liking.

They had no choice but to take on the role of their parents after their deaths, so they are a physical manifestation of destruction and creation in one being.

Everything in the multiverse exists in the balance of creation and destruction, but it is not a balance so easily achieved.

Everything and being in the multiverse struggles with that balance in some way, and like everything and being in the multiverse Cameron does, too.

That is why I cannot blame them for their volatile nature. They hold an unprecedented role as an interdimensional keeper of that balance. I do wish they would stop drinking, though. Their coping mechanisms get worse every few millennia and it ends well for no one. I'll have to contact them to check in soon…

Ford: Fascinating! I do love a unique powerful being.

Stan and Fidds simultaneously: We know!

*Ford frowns at them, but then continues.*

Ford: That doesn't explain the rift blade, though. Where did they obtain such an item?

J: They inherited from their father after they killed him. It's often referred to as the blade of Kratos, but the version they wield has more interdimensional properties, which is how their father was able to be with their mother in the first place. The multiverse authorities have been trying to keep it contained for years, but to no avail.

To make matters worse, Cameron has modded it quite a bit, with the help of some other versions of you, Fiddleford.

I have had the opportunity to take it from them multiple times, but I cannot agree with the authorities on this matter. I do not think it is a real danger in their hands, although it would be a danger in the hands of someone else.

Fidds: Ya jus’ described them as volatile, but ya don’ think the weapon is a danger?

*J chuckles*

J: It is complicated, but I know them quite well, and I know they will make the right choices when it comes down to it.

Stan: So, all-in-all what you're saying is we met a god-being at a dive bar in space?

J: Yes. Although, if you run into them again, which I believe you will, don't call them a god. They hate the connotation that comes with it.

Fidds: I would rather not run into them again at all.

J just smiles

Stan: So, since you know them, do you know if they're single?

Ford and Fiddleford: Stanley!

J: Best of luck on that endeavor, but let's talk about your main mission, shall we?

I have a procedure I've done before, Stanford. I can put metal plates in your head that will keep Bill out of it. You won't have to worry about him being able to possess you again. It'll take some time to heal fully, but-

Ford: Yes! I'll do it!

Fidds and Stan: NO!

J:...

Ford: We need a way for Bill to stay out of my mind, why would I not do this?

Stan: Just wear tinfoil on your head like a normal crazy person!

Fidds: I can make something that sits over your head without surgery!

Ford: Well… I suppose those ideas would work…

*J looks between them all, a soft smile on her face*

J: The choice is ultimately yours, Stanford, but you are lucky to have these two with you, not many versions of you are so lucky.

Stan: I wouldn't call anything about this situation lucky.

J: There are worse alternatives, I can assure you of that. I've seen them with my own eyes, and I have a lot of eyes.

Fidds: What else can ya tell us ‘bout Bill? We need information if we got any chance of defeatin’ him.

J: Of course. Ask me anything you need to know and I'll help any way I can.

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Whatever. I'm tired, yo. The seasonal affective disorder got me in a vice grip. It gets dark at 4pm by me and it's killing me slowly. 🎉

How do people live day to day? I'm losing it frfr.

Anyways! Here ya go, I guess.

[aaabatteryy]

Bill is actually also the ruler of the multiverse now,because he also ended up taking on The Axolotl's role of universal guardian after he killed them,and does he use this authority responsibly?,HAH! NO! OH GOD HE FUCKING DOESN'T. With Great Power comes Great Insanity~,meaning the fact that he has the powers of a literal god aka being able to smite even the most powerful of beings in the blink of an eye (jheselbraum. he killed her despite her being just as powerful as canon Bill) and controlling time itself kindaaa doesn't help with his already fucked up ego and cruel behavior. Ford knows about this,but he doesn't do anything to fix it,he knows that Bill's status as the entire universe's tyrannical ruler will eventually destroy everything once the triangle gets pissed enough but he Does Not Care as he gets to be with his all powerful god hubby. Stan and the twins care though,they care about the fact that their brother/other grunkle's husband will end up destroying all of reality for fun or out of frustration one day just like what happened with alll of the other universes that Bill rules over,which is why Stan and Fidds are actively working together to create a weapon to kill a god or find some way to seal said god somewhere.

cushy little spot ford has as a god's husband, huh? i want sooo badly to see something with them just having a petty ass argument and when they finally stop and go to leave, the planet they were next to is just a dissipating cloud of dust LMAOO

[videogamelover99]

[Gravity Falls] Waking Days Ch. 3: The Master of the Mind

Summary: Bill Cipher is reborn, but not in the way he would have wanted. Stuck as a mortal and relying on those who brought his downfall, he realizes that maybe he didn't lie as hard as he should have. [AO3 Link] Characters: Bill Cipher, Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Jheselbraum the Unswerving, The Axolotl Pairings: past BillFord Rating: T

A/N: Hope you like this new chapter! Thank you to @megxolotl and @nexstage for beta-reading. Enjoy!

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The mindscape opened up around Bill, casting the Mystery Shack’s living room in fuzzy greyscale. Bill’s human prison lay beneath him, fast asleep on the couch. Human astral projection wasn’t exactly rocket science, but the cute little speck of power he’d retrieved from the rift gave him access to something far better: the squealing minds of others. His projected consciousness could take any form he wished, and it was a blast to have his snazzy three-sided form back, if temporarily.

Ha! Couldn’t have predicted this, Frills?

He had some housekeeping to do. The mindscape let him interact with his mind, and Bill spent the first night eagerly sorting through the scraps of information his memory was trying desperately to hold on to. A human mind was not meant for trillions of years’ worth of memories, and it had a pesky habit of prioritizing things that it deemed “important”, and throwing the rest out with the garbage. Bill had to dig stuff up from a pile of discarded and disintegrating memories and cram it into corners it couldn’t escape from. It was like lying about cleaning your room, only to shove everything under the bed and hope Mom wouldn’t notice.

Once he was sure he wouldn’t lose whatever remains of his infinite knowledge left to him, Bill finally got to the real fun. He poked around the town, invading sleeping heads and only causing minor chaos in his wake. He didn’t want to give himself away that easily. 

Well. Lazy Susan sure liked cats.

Dipper’s nightmare of fighting parents and disintegrating nuclear families took a backseat to one about twelve-headed pigs. 

One peek into Sheriff Blub’s brain: it was a play-by-play of Mabel’s trashy romance novels. 

One peek in Deputy Durland’s brain, and he had to pour caustic soda in his eye. Humans were such freaks.

There were two minds Bill had to keep from, if only for now. Sixer was too likely to recognize his presence. As for Stanley…

He didn’t want to see Stanley’s mind ever again. 

Bill kept searching. One of these small-town hicks was bound to find another rift, another crumb of his power. All he had to do was play nice.

It was only a matter of time. 

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Learning to play nice, however, was harder than it looked.

"So, anyway, this is why-" Mabel Pines' cheerful voice grated on him as she prattled about something one of her little friends did. They sat on the floor in the attic, surrounded by a pillow fort the twins had constructed, and Bill attempted to look like he was listening. He noticed the stained-glass window that used to hold his face had been replaced by some boring plexiglass. Boo. 

"Hey, Billy-"

"I told you not to call me that," he snapped. "What?"

“I’ve decided,” she said it like it was a monumental announcement. “I’m going to help you!”

Well, that was easier than expected. “Finally got a taste for world domination?”

“Nope, try again!”

“You’ve come to your senses and realized replacing all the eggs in the fridge with baby heads is the most hilarious thing ever?”

“Wrong again! I’m gonna help you…” Mabel stood up on her bed and struck a dramatic pose. “Be a better person!”

That sent him into sudden fits of hysterical laughter.

“You might not believe it now, but I do!” she jumped off the bed, her face deathly serious. “Being a good person is like sports, you get better at it if you practice. All you need is the right coach!”

“You lost me at ‘person’.”

“You’re a person, silly!”

“That’s the problem.”

“No, it isn’t!” She flung open one of the drawers and took out a sketchbook. “Here.” She flipped to the right page and pointed at a drawing of a triangle with an eye and a big angry eyebrow. Pretty good. The flames were a nice touch. “This is you, and this…” She drew a line through his face and colored everything below in red. “Is your badness level.”

“I’m not a fluffy marketable blue alien created by a gaslighting, monopolistic entertainment company.”

Mabel learned to ignore his asides. She looked him up and down and pursed her lips like she was conspiring something. It was kind of adorable, but Bill was pretty sure that whatever it was would occupy the rest of the day with pointless side quests, and he needed to get a move on if he wanted to find more rifts. 

“Oh wow, would you look at the time! Catch ya on the flip side, kid-” He made it to the door before Mabel appeared before him, blocking his only escape. 

“Not so fast, mister. Hey!” He picked her up and deposited her out of the way. Weight was still an annoying concept, and she was heavy for her size. 

He was halfway down the stairs when she said: “I’ll get Grunkle Stan to drop that grudge he’s been carrying!”

That made him pause. Walking around the shack without worrying about the old geezer’s retaliation for those pranks would be nice.

He climbed back up and plopped down on the pillow fort. Mabel looked way too smug for someone who was just picked up like a delivery package, so he flipped her hair over her face. “You’ve got one hour,” he said as she sputtered and coughed up hair.

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Lesson 1: Apologies. Know how to admit you’re wrong!

“Hey, Fez.”

“What do you want?”

“My bad about the glue shoes.”

“Is this some kinda trick?”

“Me? No way, never. By the way, you might wanna check your bed for blood-sucking gnomes. Not for any particular reason.”

He got away before the rolling pin Stan tossed could hit him. Mabel facepalmed.

—

Lesson 2: Good Deeds. Do something without expecting anything in return.

“Why, thank you. Such a nice young man. My sight had been bad ever since my cataracts set in.”

“Sure. Woah, this weighs a ton!”

“Oh! I brought cookies, my secret recipe. I can only bake them once a year, and I wanted to give something to the grandkids.”

…

“My, this bag weighs a lot less than I remember.”

“Look at you, so strong from all that heavy lifting!”

“Oh, I suppose so!”

The old lady left, and Bill held out his armful of cookies. “Want one?”

Mabel angrily munched on the stolen treat.

—

Lesson 3: Compliments! Say something nice about someone else!

“Hey, what a haircut!”

“Oh, thank you!”

“Reminds me of this one guy I met from Dimension 323. Had tentacles for teeth and teeth for eyes. Great guy, he’d make this crazy cocktail out of pineapple juice, vodka, and fingernails…”

They watched as the man shuddered and scrambled away, his face turning green by the second.

“Can’t handle a compliment. This guy’s got issues.”

Mabel groaned into her notepad.

—

“So, how’s it going?” Dipper trailed off when his sister let out a moan of pure anguish. “I’m guessing not good.”

“This was awful, Dipper!” Mabel leaped to her feet from her sad curl on the pavement and paced back and forth. “I’ve tried everything! Compliments, apologies, acts of kindness, it’s like he can’t do anything unless he gets something out of it or makes someone miserable because he thinks it’s funny! Who lives like that?!”

“Bill.” 

“Aaaagh!” Mabel tugged on her hair in frustration.

“Hey, maybe it’s time for a change of plans,” Dipper offered. “I mean, I told you. The guy is the worst. Maybe you have to accept that he’s terrible, with or without your help, and move on.”

“I can’t."

“Why?”

“Because I brought him back!”

Dipper frowned. “Mabel…”

“I shook his hand, right? So I’m responsible for him.” Mabel stopped pacing and scowled at the ground. “I don’t want him to end up hurting anyone because of me.” She looked at the bench some twenty feet away, where Bill lay sprawled on the seat, fast asleep. “And now he’s napping.” She said, a little bitterly.

“He’s been doing that a lot lately.” Dipper sent the ex-demon a suspicious glance. 

“Yeah,” Mabel went quiet. 

“Let’s go wake him up and give him a piece of our mind.”

Mabel yanked him back by the arm. “Dipper, wait! Just…just let him sleep, okay? He probably needs it.”

Confusion, exasperation, and a fond sort of pride all fought inside Dipper. “He doesn’t deserve your sympathy, Mabel.”

“Well, I’m giving it anyway,” she huffed. “Because I’m a good person!”

—

He didn’t have a lot of time, out in the open like this, but hey, he worked with what he got. Bill peeked through a dozen minds or so, no sign of a rift or anything like it. The guy with the haircut was still crying in the bathroom. Nice.

“Come on, give me something.”

He knew there was more than one rift. He knew, because this town had a habit of attracting chaos and entropy and because a calamity of this size wouldn’t stop at one little crack.

A calamity of this size would destroy you, too.

Ugh, not him. 

You invoked me. I am always here.

Oh yeah? Ever heard of privacy? Boundaries? Not being a creep?

This is coming from someone whose main occupation was watching everyone and everything.

…Touché. 

Even you cannot escape what’s to come.

They’ll see about that, won’t they? Once he had his powers back, some multidimensional rip in the fabric of the universe wouldn’t be much of a problem.

You are a fool.

“And you’re an irritating, holier-than-thou waste of space!”

He didn’t realize that he’d yelled it out loud, into the mindscape. But he had, and the Axolotl was silent for a moment before he once again spoke: Pursue this for as long as you wish. It is fruitless. You cannot escape your vow to me. 

“Yeah yeah. Get lost.”

And he did. Not really, Bill could still feel the Axolotl’s presence hovering somewhere nearby, and it drove him crazy to know everything he did was being scrutinized by some huge, ugly, annoying- 

Huh, that was weird. 

The mind he found nearby, well, there was something off about it. It was hard to notice, like a hiccup in space-time, but Bill has done this song and dance for eons. The girl herself was fast asleep, her head on the storefront counter. Bill vaguely recognized her as that enthusiastic cashier girl who vowed to destroy all clothing without pockets. Heh, fun times.

He floated up next to her and poked the distortion with a finger. 

There it was again. Sparks, glitching for a split second before fading out. It was a lot like the static aura surrounding Mabel’s pet pig.  

Bill stared at it for a few moments. Then he laughed. Weeks of mind-numbing human boredom and now finally, something interesting.

He hesitated, for a moment, on whether or not to enter the cashier girl’s mind. It wasn’t like anything could happen to him in the mindscape, not really, but-

Scoffing at the idea, Bill let himself right in.

“Woah!”

Cashier Girl’s exterior sure matched her interior. A dark hallway of a nightclub filled with punk rock posters by groups from the 90s, complete with DOWN WITH THE SYSTEM graffiti was about what Bill had expected. And hey, he could respect consistency and vision, if anything. Anarchy was still his wheelhouse, even if it was packaged in outdated punk rock aesthetics. 

What he was pretty sure didn’t belong there were the tendrils of white static, crawling around corners like a glitched-out video game screen. 

A sharp, colorful tendril reached out toward him. Bill swatted it away. “Back off, pal. You’re picking a fight you can’t win.”

The tendril quickly retreated, cowering in the corner. Man, it felt good to be back.

“What are you supposed to be?”

Bill didn’t jump. He definitely didn’t screech, and summon a handful of flames he quickly snuffed out. Because he wasn’t startled, Bill couldn’t startle, he was the All-Seeing-Eye!

“Hey, man, you ok?”

That was when he realized the posters weren’t rock bands, but memories. On the poster behind him, Cashier Girl was looking at him as she sat under a large willow tree, on top of a black and white colored picnic blanket. 

So maybe spending so much time trapped in an awkward meat sack made him rusty. Bill straightened his tie and pretended none of that had happened. Because it didn’t. “Heya. Nice digs. Great decor. The fluorescent lighting really brings the whole eye-sore together.”

“You’re a triangle,” said the girl.

“Yup,” said Bill.

“How does that, like, work?”

It was awkward, having a conversation through the metaphysical representation of the border between someone’s memory and their mind, so Bill let himself in, settling on the other corner of the picnic blanket, one leg crossed over the other. “Hey, not my fault humanity’s dimensional awareness started and ended at the number three! You think your pencil drawings don’t watch you while you sleep?”

Cashier Girl reached out a finger toward his side, which Bill slapped away lightly. “Yeesh, what’s with all the unwarranted touching in here? You got a problem or something?”

“Sorry, it’s just-” She angled her neck around him as if checking if he was actually flat.

“Hey, kid, my eye’s up here.”

“Uh-huh.” She looked at him up and down again, “Are you like, the Hat Man or something?”

“Did you seriously compare me to that miserable gangly hack?” Bill rolled his eye. “He can’t even manifest without allergy pills! Nah, kid, I’m the dream demon real deal,  your good old pal Bill-”

Wait. 

“Demon, huh? Cool,” the girl frowned. “You kinda look like all that graffiti in the town I work in. Gravity Falls?”

“Wow, what a crazy coincidence. DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT!”

He took in his surroundings a bit more. It was pitch black, with a small, cool breeze blowing through the grass underneath the blanket and shifting the strands of willow above them. Behind the tree was a small clearing filled with gravestones, green and mossy with age. A plaque on the rusted-up wire fence read FAIRVIEW CEMETERY.

Fairview wasn’t far from Gravity Falls. So this kid was an out-of-towner. Luckily, she didn’t recognize him.

Cashier Girl shrugged. “I come here all the time.” 

Ding! Another point for manic pixie dream girl! Three more and we might even find a sad, mediocre boy to attach!

He didn’t say that out loud, obviously. “Gotta respect your gusto, kid! Say, how’s about you tell your old pal Bill about whatever’s going on there.” He pointed at the window to the rest of the mindscape. From this side of things, it looked like there was a poster floating in the air.

“Oh, that,” Cashier Girl frowned. “That started a while ago. Ever since I got that job at the mall.”

“And did you see anything… weird?”

“Yeah, I mean…” She shook her head, looking frustrated. “There was this like, multicolored light?”

Now they were getting somewhere. Lemme guess, a tear in space-time did some damage to your psyche. Bill extended his arm until it was three times as long, looping it around the girl’s shoulders. “Lay it on me! Consider it a free consultation: you’re talking to the Master of the Mind, you know,” he winked and manifested two cups of tea in front of them. 

The girl tentatively reached for hers. “Well, there was this like, tear. I think? In a wall. Inside it were these oil-spill lights?”

She was gonna lead him straight to the jackpot. After days of frustration and nothing, Bill felt like cackling. “And lemme guess, you touched it, and it backfired?”

She shrugged. She looked down at the tea and made a face.

Bill floated toward her until his eye was inches away from hers. “Where did you see it?”

“Oh, um,” she put her finger to her chin, frowning. “I don’t remember.”

“Ha! Obviously, I should’ve-” Bill’s excited speech stopped short. “What do you mean, you don’t remember?”

She shrugged again. “Sorry. It’s like there’s this static.” She pointed to her head.

Bill rubbed his eye in frustration. “Do you remember anything? At all?”

“Well, it was dark.”

“ And?”

“And…I think my boss was there.” Cashier Girl frowned in thought. “Wait, why would she be there?”

“...Great!” He threw his hands up. The teacup fell onto the blanket, tea spilling and staining the cloth. “Okay! Sure! I can work with this! Who’s your boss, kid?”

“So how do I get rid of it?”

“What?”

“You said it’s a ‘free consultation’,” said Cashier Girl. “So how do I get rid of the gross staticky stuff?”

Bill looked back through the poster at the rest of the mindscape. The Cashier Girls in the other memories were watching them curiously. The spiderweb, static-like tendrils wiggled around like maggots. “How’s about this: I’ll know how to get rid of it if you tell me where I can find your boss.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” He floated up to her eye level. “See, this kinda stuff is hard to get rid of. It’s like a curse, it eats away at you, body and mind and all until you’re nothing but a big sad pile of madness in a white-padded cell!”

“Oh.”

“So, the only way to clear the gunk: find the origin point. Capiche?” He waved his hand in the air. “We’ll do a little cleansing ritual, you know, nothing fancy, get all the tough stains out, and voila! Brand new mindscape! Madness-free! How’s that sound?”

“Yes?”

“Great! It’s a deal!” He reached out a hand, expecting the familiar crackle of blue flame to appear. But it was just his hand, and for a moment Bill simply stared at it, momentarily forgetting the last few weeks. Right. Can’t make binding deals anymore. That frilly bastard took that, too.

The girl hesitantly shook his hand. “Deal.” She paused. “I’m not, like, gonna find out I owe my firstborn to you, right?”

“Psh, why would I want your firstborn? Babies are smelly tyrants with too much time on their hands. Just help me find that rift, kid. The rest’s on the house.”

“Okay,” she said hesitantly. “By the way, is there an eyeball in this tea?”

—

“Look at you,” said Jheselbraum as she knelt by the translucent barrier that held Waddles. The monstrous, corrupted pig oinked in several different voices.

“Mabel is convinced that’s him demanding treats,” Ford said.

“Of course, it is. I speak pig.”

“You do?”

Jheselbraum held his gaze for a good moment before laughing. “No.  But I’m flattered you would think so.” She took a carrot from a nearby bucket of treats Mabel started keeping in Ford’s study and pressed a button to lower the barrier enough to toss it in. The carrot landed between three hungry, gaping pig mouths, and they fought each other as they devoured it. 

“Is there a way to fix him?” Ford asked.

“Maybe. The energy that did this to him came from Bill’s dimension, but it’s more than that. It’s the same energy that’s feeding those cracks.”

“So if we find a cure for Waddles….” 

“We will find a cure for the rift.” 

Stanford watched the pig blink at him as if expecting more treats. For the first time in a long while, he felt the glimmer of optimism rear its head in his heart. “Let’s get to work, then.”

—

Stan walked past Greasy’s, noticing the unusual crowd at the door. That ratty little diner never got this much traction, even during tourist season.

He was tempted to snoop around, if only to find out what they were doing and how to steal whatever new gimmick got those people through the doors. Shrugging off the mantle of Mr. Mystery was harder than he realized. 

Maybe later. As he reached the general store, he tried the handle. It didn't budge. 

Huh. The store had pretty damn consistent working hours for 30 straight years. He peered through the window. 

“They’re not in,” said a voice. Stan turned and saw one of Wendy’s teen friends. She didn’t look up from her phone as she said: “Everyone’s been holed up at Greasy’s.”

“Oh yeah? What’s at Greasy’s?”

“Beats me, some kinda town meeting. It’s been crowded all afternoon.”

Stan swallowed nervously and looked back down Main Street at the bustling diner. His first worry was that their attempt at hiding Bill had turned out pretty lousy, and the thought of a parade of justifiably scared town citizens filling their yard, carrying pitchforks and torches, did not make him any less nervous.

“Guess I should check it out,” he said.

“I literally don’t care,” said the teen.

—

“There are a few materials we could try,” Jheselbraum stood in front of the chalkboard and scribbled out a formula while Stanford watched from his desk chair. He hadn’t slept well, but that hadn’t been unusual for the past few weeks. He did his best to focus as his interdimensional friend dropped the chalk and picked up something she’d brought with her: a purple, semi-translucent scarf. “Imagine the fabric of existence as a tightly interwoven net. It’s hard to break, but with enough torn strings it can come apart easily. And strings are most easily torn at the seams,” With that, Ford watched, surprised, as she tore the scarf in half with her hands.

“Er, that wasn’t anything valuable, I hope?”

Jheselbraum stared at the torn pieces in her hands, realizing what she’d just done. “...I’ll make a new one.” She tossed the pieces aside. “The rift is a tear in space-time, most likely to be found at the seams of a dimension, where reality is the weakest. And the more they appear, the more likely it is for the entire fabric to come undone.” She gestured to the chalkboard. “The fabric of reality is made of logic and systems, not cloth, but the principle is the same.”

“And the tear was made by a high concentration of weirdness?”

“Yes. Weirdness, chaos, entropy, whatever you wish to call it.” Jheselbraum pointed at the first half of the formula. “Chaos is an imbalance, a surplus of energy. Without Bill Cipher as an agent to channel it, the Nightmare Realm is overflowing with that energy. Your dimension will be the most affected, having been the one directly in contact with the Nightmare Realm a year ago. But there are ways to channel that energy, ground it, using magically made materials. If we create some of them, and test them-”

“We can sew the hole in reality back together.”

“You’re catching on.” The Oracle smiled. 

But Ford was busy thinking of something she’d said. “‘Without Bill Cipher’. You mean he’s been preventing this?”

Jheselbraum’s smile instantly vanished, replaced by mild annoyance. “Yes and no. Technically, he caused this a year ago when he tried to take over your dimension. But he was made of that energy, and energy doesn’t just go away. When he died, all the power that he wielded got stuck in between this world and his.” 

“It’s either Bill or the universe ending?” Stanford swallowed. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

Jheselbraum just shrugged. “The universe doesn’t exactly care about fair.” She stared at the chalkboard for a moment, brow furrowed. It was much easier to read her expressions now that she had a human face. “There’s something that’s been bothering me.”

“What is it?”

She tapped the numbers she’d scribbled down. “Even with the surplus of energy, it shouldn’t be… altering matter. Not at such a rate anyway. It takes millions of years for a lifeform to be corrupted like that. But with Waddles, it seemed to happen within minutes, if not seconds.” She shook her head. “Entropy is inevitable, but it’s not instantaneous. It’s almost as if whatever corrupted Waddles pushed it forward.”

Ford shuddered. “You’re implying it was done deliberately? By someone?”

“…I wouldn’t jump to that conclusion just yet.”

“Bill,” Ford said immediately. “If it was anyone-”

“It wasn’t him,” she said calmly. “He’s powerless.”

“Or he wants us to think that!” Ford ran a hand through his hair, thinking of all the worst possible scenarios. Had Bill been playing them all for fools? Had he really been at their mercy this whole time? Or had he just been waiting for the right moment?

The Oracle regarded him with an unwavering gaze, almost like she knew exactly what he was thinking. “Ford, he’s a drama queen. And horribly impatient. Do you really think he’s spent so long pretending and putting himself in humiliating situations on purpose?”

Ford breathed out slowly. “Alright, I see your point. But J-…” he suddenly remembered that she’d gone by a different name at some point, and felt a rush of shame that he’d forgotten it. “Nora? Forgive me, I’m not sure what you prefer.”

Her gaze softened momentarily. “I’ve gone by many names. The one you know me by is just the latest. The other one…is very old.” She looked past him. “Call me whatever you like.”

“Nora,” he amended. He felt a little thrill at addressing such a renowned creature by a name he assumed not many knew. “If it’s not Bill…”

Then what could have done this?

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wondering if we're eventually gonna get more info on the oracle/jheselbraum considering we got lore on her being a former henchmaniac and she helped the others escape to our dimension so they wouldnt be arrested

plus ive been thinking about the 'one with the same face as ford will defeat bill' prophecy (which ended up being both stan and ford cos killing that triangle was a team effort lol)

but was it a prophecy that only she and the axolotl knew? bill clearly had no idea cos he was only focused on the shaman's prophecy when he met ford

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Blinding Gods AU

headcanons and lore

The Axolotl

They are heavily based on Xolotl, the Aztec god of monsters, deformities, lighting/fire, misfortune, cycles, duality, etc.

They are a shapeshifter, having tried to escape being sacrificed (the myth of Xolotl) they transformed into different things, eventually settling for an Axolotl. In this AU, they managed to stay hidden from the gods hunting them.

What happened after they hid for so long will be explored soon! But after everything they are consumed by guilt and grief. And then they suddenly meet Bill.

Bill's an impulsive disaster and that helped them get momentarily shocked out of their grief. It was a moment of reprieve they didn't expect. The first time they'd laughed in a long time.

They care about Bill for reasons they can't really describe properly. It's a sense of belonging with him they can't shake.

I am mostly concentrated on them being the patron god of monters, cycles and recovery of the soul. In this area they are omniscient, mostly omnipotent but not omnipresent.

They know all and that can get dull to them. Bill's impulsivity is a breath of fresh air. They also might block their own knowledge for their own sake sometimes. Knowing everything is a burden.

They can regenerate from all physical wounds yet they don't have a lot of physical sensations naturally. If they wish to, they'd have to solidify their body from the usual cosmos theyre made out of.

They'd have to generate/shapeshift nerves along with bone, muscle, skin, etc. just to be physical. Sometimes they only solidify some parts of their body and not all of it since doing so might take a lot of precision and time. They know what it's like to not have a proper physical form.

They barely remember what they looked like before they lost their home.

They miss their twin every single day.

Bill

This guy's an asshole, we know this <3 He's impulsive, obsessive and lonely. Quick to anger and quick to make a joke. He's a star and he's gotta show to play. Self hating. He can still hear them all. Where does his voice start and theirs finish?

Bill met the Axolotl before, in the beginning of his reign over the nightmare realm. They had a sort of relationship going on. Bill wanted God and God wanted Bill.

The Axolotl gave Bill respite too. Bill still very much lost his entire dimension and he's still raw about it.

They met millions of years after the Euclydian Massacre but billions of years before the events of Gravity Falls. Time is weird but basically Bill is already losing himself along with his mind and is quickly becoming a tyrant in the nightmare realm.

The moments with the Axolotl were mostly private. Bill, rarely, would be vulnerable. He's still young (billions of years is young ig??) and so is the Axolotl as a God so they weren't exactly sure of who they were just yet.

It was messy, the Axolotl enjoyed playing around with him and his gang but they had to leave for reasons I will get into in the future. It involves Jheselbraum, the Oracle.

Because of this, Bill is still very close to his canon self but with a need to possess God again. So his relationship with Ford was messier, weirder and a little more obsessive on Bill's part. Ford's six fingers and intellect reminded him of Axo and he wanted to possess them through Ford.

More on the differences between my AU and canon gravity falls at some point :>

The Oracle

She meets the Axolotl when she was Seven Eyes in Bill's gang.

She also had a messy relationship with Bill, but her love was for Pyronica.

She cared for Bill but as he became more of a tyrant (making them all go through hazing rituals and commiting crimes against reality) she realized that she needed to get out. She would've taken the other henchmaniacs too but they were too afraid of Bill, were having too much fun and they wanted a new home.

Like the Axolotl, she understands that sometimes the means justify the ends. Bill may see them both as traitors, but it is for the greater good.

She's not all business, she loves having fun (she should be at the club 💔) but her duty to the Axolotl is her priority for she's seen the prophecies herself.

Leaving Bill was one of the most terrifying experiences of her life. The Axolotl protected her.

She had to make the decision to stop letting Pyronica visit her in her new home. The Oracle knows how violent Bill is if he can't have what he wants and it's safer for Pyronica to stay away.

Misses Pyronica everyday

Pyronica

She's a wildfire. Lives for the party and her and the Oracle would have their benders together before she left.

Afraid of commitment but has only felt safe with the Oracle. She's never felt judged by her.

When the Oracle left, she was in shambles. She found the dimension she was hiding in after some time and realized that Jhesel never meant to leave her or anyone behind, she only meant to escape from Bill and she couldn't risk Pyronica.

Pyronica gets it but she's having too much fun. She's afraid of Bill too but he promised them all a new home.

She's latina bc I said so. She reminds me of Vejigantes in Puerto Rico culture and I want to bring this into my story :)

She's a quantum physicist in Canon and she is here too! She made an amulet that protects the Oracle from her plasma body so they can kiss and hold hands :3

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Gravity Falls Grauntie Jhes AU

A while back, I wrote a fanfic prompt for an AU where Jheselbraum the Unswerving ends up coming to Earth and becomes Dipper and Mabel's honorary Grauntie. Well, I decided to expand on it and add a a few more details. Here they are:

-As mentioned before, Jheselbraum, or Jhes as everyone starts to call her, arrives shortly after Ford does. She shows up because the Axolotl told her that Stanford might need some help. She knows that Weirdmageddon is coming, but she can't give the Mystery gang all the details yet.

-Jheselbraum is capable of changing her size at will, so she makes herself the same height as Ford so it's easier to get around.

-She often finds herself mediating between Stan and Ford whenever they get into an argument.

-She finds herself bonding with Mabel, because the latter reminds the former of herself as a child. She participates in Mabel's slumber parties and has a heart-to-heart with her at one point, which turns out to be useful when she's in Mabeland.

-Stanford introduces Jhes to Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons at one point.

-She has a fight with Bill Cipher during Weirdmageddon, but he's too powerful for her and she ends up incapacitated. Fortunately, Ford manages to save her.

-She goes back to Dimension 52 after Weirdmageddon, but still periodically checks up on Gravity Falls and the Stan twins.

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Does Bill know the Oracle? What’s he think of her and her prophecies? (Particularly her prophecies about his death)

I haven't put a lot of thought into the Oracle yet, so I might change my mind on this later as I develop my headcanons, but:

Currently, I imagine that the Oracle's position is kind of like, the Oracle of Delphi: super important politically to the mortals who consulted with her as a messenger of the divine; but just a mortal herself with a mortal lifespan, and since she's conveying messages from the divine, it's usually stuff the divines already know about.

If, to Bill, the Axolotl is the pro bono defense attorney he never asked to have, then to him the Oracle is not even the Axolotl's paralegal assistant, not even the Axolotl's secretary, not even the Axolotl's intern; she's like a hobbyist news blogger who occasionally hangs out with the Axolotl at a coffee shop to talk about his current court cases and then quote excerpts of their conversations on her personal twitter; and also the twitter is being run by a new person every four months. (Mortal lifespans are short to Bill.)

For wee mortals like Ford, somebody sharing eons-old information from a potentially-divine entity is an insider with access to occult secrets he could never find on his own. But for a powerful immortal like Bill who regularly moves amongst eons-old social circles, the Oracle isn't an insider; she's an outsider on the fringe of the group with a loose acquaintanceship with one of Bill's acquaintances.

So he doesn't care much about her prophecies. What counts as a "prophecy" for a one-lifespan three-dimensional five-sense skin puppet is "chatting about work" for the Axolotl—an entity who, like Bill, probably has the ability to casually see (at least a little bit of at least one version of) the future.

Historically, the things he's heard about himself through the Oracle are usually like "hey Bill did you hear the Oracle is saying the Green Soup Planet is gonna be sucked into the Nightmare Realm and you're gonna blow it up??" "Aw WHAT, I've been looking forward to blowing it up for centuries. Now the residents are gonna evacuate first. The Axolotl is such a snitch." He thinks the odds she'd learn something important to him are slim.

I also imagine that her "you have the face of the man destined to destroy Bill" isn't some set-in-stone million-year-old prophecy, but rather, something the Axolotl might've said to her like a year ago; and from the Axolotl's perspective the conversation might've been more like "oh hey, clear your schedule next April, it looks like you're gonna get a visit from somebody with the face of the guy who's currently forecasted to kill Bill"—as casually as though he'd checked the weather forecast, saw it's gonna rain tomorrow, and reminded a friend to pack an umbrella.

Ten, twenty years before Ford met the Oracle, the Pines weren't destined to kill Bill, although it was possible; but due to Bill's actions and Ford's reactions and the ripple effects on Stan and the Pines and Gravity Falls, that has now become the most probable future for Bill. Like a weather forecast that can only guess at 50/50 odds of rain next week, but 95% odds of rain tomorrow. The Oracle learned the face of the man (currently) destined to kill Bill (based on the most recent view of the future) only once it became both likely AND relevant so she could help out that guy.

For all those reasons—the Oracle's relatively unimportant position in Bill's eye (as somebody who "only" passes on info from the Axolotl to other mortals), the fact that most of the Oracle's info and prophecies concern things that are already common knowledge to Bill, and the recency of this prophecy—Bill doesn't usually pay attention to what the current Oracle is doing/saying and never heard that the Axolotl told her that Ford (or Stan) is destined to kill him.

He probably doesn't even know the name of the current Oracle. If Ford ever repeats something he learned from Jheselbraum and Bill asks how he learned that and Ford says the Oracle, Bill would be like "ugh, the Axolotl is gossiping about me with mortals AGAIN??" What a snitch.