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“He wants me so bad he just doesn’t know it yet” -Bill Cipher probably
#artists on tumblr#billford#the book of bill#bill cipher#stanford pines#gravity falls#I want to draw angst so bad but I keep getting these stupid ideas that I need to put on paper#toxic old men yaoi#Bruno mars anyone
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Those freaks are consuming my thoughts lately
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[23/11 edit: added more tattoos on Ford bc I'm feral]
Suggestive under the cut :)
#gravity falls#billford#the book of bill#bill cipher#stanford pines#toxic old men yaoi#my art#artists on tumblr#ford pines#grunkle ford#human bill cipher#bill x stanford
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luti gravity falls drop
#gravity falls#artists on tumblr#stanford pines#stan pines#stanly pines#bill cipher#the book of bill#billford#fiddleford mcgucket#ford x fiddleford#toxic old men yaoi#gravity falls stanford#bill x stanford#gf stanford#alex hirsch
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are we not gonna talk about
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#they are so husbands 😭#gravity falls#bill cipher#ford pines#stanford pines#billford#toxic old men yaoi
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toxic doomed old man yaoi
shakespeare if he was woke
Iago: God forsake that doltish, doltish man! That he believeth each word to drop from mine own lips as though ‘twere holy writ, blindeth himself in his conceit... God save us all if that moor hadst remain’d powerful as he once was. Was! ‘Tis ever so sweet to speak of him in the past. My hatred for the man doth outlast his brief, fool’s life. Ay, good riddance I say, good riddance. It gives me somewhat to dwell upon, rather than mine own blood seepeth o’er my clothes – and yet, whilst I am so bruised and beaten, the thought dost creep o’er my mind, that I am glad Othello saw me not in such estate... good riddance, I say! And good riddance to his whore of a wife, loyal or nay! I stand triumphant, as I ever was, whilst they both do rot in the ground, many a pace betwixt them. Never have I known a fate more satisfying. If he were to cast me aside, then let him have naught by his side. Yet the question I can but ask myself still, is why doth mine heart ache so? The moor is dead by none but his own doing. Blind was he to mine own worth, casting me off like so. Say not mine hand was unforced. So why doth I ache so?
Were he alive, would he rue it? The fool, to end his own life... could he not be a man? Othello, thou art a fool if thou hear’st me now! By what reason or wit didst thou wed that woman? Did she know thee better than I? Did she know thee more deeply? Doth her devotion put mine years of loyalty to shame? I-
Ay, see me now! Pacing and railing against the walls of this accurs’d cell like a craz’d wretch. Nay, Othello, thou art not here. Good riddance to thee. Thou art dead, I am alive; thus I am the victor.
Yet it doth feel less noble than I had dreamt. There is no crowd to applaud me within these walls. In mine heart there smoulders a fire, yet beneath it lies an emptiness naught can fill. My hunger should have been sated the moment that blade pierc’d his belly, yet instead tis growing more keen as each day doth pass. And without him. Yet pass they do.
Nay, good riddance, The days pass as e’er they did, yet the man who wronged me doth not see their passage – that alone is reason for celebration. Were I free this moment, mayhap I’d travel to the nearest tavern and there proclaim my triumph to all ‘til my voice grew hoarse.
Yet, even as I say it, I dread that the instant I entered, the name “Othello” would lie presuppos’d on my tongue. Oh, heavens, whom do I seek to deceive? There is none but myself here. His name, which stirr’d naught but anger in my heart, used to do the opposite. Speak on, I shall not, for if there aught left to grip save mine hand upon mine wind, it is my dignity. These walls, they crack and whisper – I should know, for I have stood long upon the other side of them. For Othello’s sake, no less.
The fate he met, ‘twas by his own hand wrought. Cassio, his choice? That lecherous, fawning knave? Were I in Othello’s stead, I’d have cast off this mortal coil the moment such a decision was made. And yet, as he hearken’d to mine own supposed crimes, ere he did end his life in such selfish haste, I find myself longing that his reddened face and rueful eye had been set alight for another cause. Mayhaps a more selfish one. That red, perchance warm’d by mine lips upon his.
God, save me! Let some gaoler enter this cell and thrash me senseless for thinking thus, and let mine head be dash’d upon the cold stone floor for that I would not repent.
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translated version for stupid harlots
Iago:
God forsake that stupid, stupid man! Believing every word to come out my mouth like it is the scripture itself, blinding himself with his own ego... god save us all if he was to remain as powerful as he was. Was – it’s ever so satisfying to speak of him in past tense now. My hate for the man lives longer than he ever did. Good riddance, I say, good riddance. It gives me something to occupy myself with, rather than the way my own blood drips onto my clothes – while I’m beaten, the thought can’t help but enter my mind that I’m glad Othello never saw me like this... good riddance! And good riddance to his whore of a wife, faithful or not! I remain triumphant as always while they both rot in the ground, metres apart forever. I’ve never heard of a more satisfying fate. If he was to choose to not have me by his side, then he will have no one. The question, however, that I can’t help but ask myself, is why do I still ache? That idiot is dead because of no one’s fault but his own. He failed to recognise my worthiness, pushed me to the side like some sort of wingman, you cannot say my hand was not forced. So why do I ache like so?
If he was alive still, would he regret it? The fool, ending his own life like that... be a man! Othello, you moron, if you by any chance of the heavens can hear me now, you are a fool! Why in any sense of sanity you still held onto would you marry that woman? Did she know you better than I? Did she understand you more deeply than I? Did she stay by your side for god knows how long that put my years of loyalty to shame? I-
Look at me now. Pacing and yelling to the walls of this damned grey cell like some sort of deluded psychotic. No, Othello, you are not here. Good riddance. You are dead and I am alive, and therefore I am the victor.
It feels less admirable than I had imagined it to feel.
There is no applause in this cell for me. There is a fire burning in my heart but just below it, my stomach is empty as it’ll ever be. My appetite should’ve been quenched the second that knife entered his belly but for some reason it’s getting worse as the days pass. Without him, they pass.
No, good riddance. The days pass as they always did and this time a man who has wronged me is not here to see it – that, in my books, is a cause for celebration. Why, if I was freed right now maybe I’d even go for a trip to the nearest tavern, and brag about my winnings to everyone I can see until my throat is raw.
However, and I truly may hate myself for this, I fear the second I storm in there and open my mouth to speak, the name “Othello” would already be presumed to be on my tongue. Oh, who am I to fool. There is no one here but me. Where his name, when spoken to me, now provokes ire and anger, it did so used to do the opposite. Speak on, I will not, for if there is one thing that I wish to hold on to other than my hand to my bleeding wound it is my dignity. These cracking cell walls, they speak. I should know; I’ve been on the other side of them for the majority of my time here. For Othello’s sake, nonetheless.
The fate he had he brought it on himself. Cassio was his choice? That good for nothing womanizer? If I were Othello I’d have killed myself the second that god-awful decision was made.
And yet, as he was told of my crimes, before he did end his own life so selfishly, I can’t help but wish the red in his face and the regret in his eyes could’ve been for a different reason. The flush of his face, maybe accompanied with my lips on his.
God, spare me! Let someone back into my cell to beat my wounds raw for thinking such a thing, and let my skull be cracked open on the cold, concrete floor for not wanting to take it back.
#shakespeare#othello#iago#othello play#othello x iago#say gex#old man yaoi#toxic old men yaoi#yaoi#toxic yaoi#shakespearen#forbidden love#queer#fanfiction#star crossed lovers#enemies to lovers#shakespeare but gay#wokespeare#shakesqueer#unrequited love#fanfic#fic#writing#original writing#writblr#creative writing#writers of tumblr
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Bill's on his bullshit again
Cough don't mind the oc cough
#gravity falls#book of bill#stanford pines#gravity falls stanford#gravity falls fandom#bill cipher#billford#gravity falls bill#young stanford pines#gravity falls fanfiction#gravity falls human bill#human bill design#human bill au#human bill cipher#bill cipher human#stanford pines x bill#bill x ford#bill x stanford#toxic old man what 📢‼️‼️#toxic old man yaoi#toxic old men yaoi#digital art#art#gravity falls fanart#gravity falls oc
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Eumh
#gravity falls#billford#the book of bill#art#fyp#funny#meme#pookie#but pookie#that one meme from shrek#stanford pines#bill cipher#freaky cipher#toxic old men yaoi#paint#memes
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uh .
#i have no regrets#art#my art#billford#airplanes meme#mordetwi meme#doodle#art blog#toxic yaoi#bill x ford#stanford pines#stanford x bill#bill x stanford#gravity falls stanford#tbob#tbob spoilers#tbob fanart#the book of bill#the book of bill spoilers#toxic old man yaoi#toxic old men yaoi#bill cipher#art meme#terrible art
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"I was in his thoughts and he in mine." what a fancy way to say "I am in love with my old dead bestfriend" but okay
#magneto#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#cherik#professor x#x men#x men 97#old man yaoi#toxic yaoi#toxic old man yaoi#toxic old men yaoi#old men yaoi#tagging all of em to be sure#😭😭😭#why are the so gay#like just kiss him already omfg#wait no i forgot bro was dead#skill issue#x men comics
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To hop or not to hop on the billford train?
I know everyone's been going crazy over it for a few months and I do have a one-shot idea. Really Billford and Fiddauthor combined. Bill and Fiddleford despising each other and spending time with Ford when the other isn't looking. Its silly but should I do it?
I got inspired by a cute little art piece but I can't find it right now
#not hazbin hotel#gravity falls#billford#fiddauthor#fiddleford mcgucket#stanford pines#bill cipher#the book of bill#toxic old men yaoi#HAS ME BY THE THROAT#i cant escape it#and i dont want to
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“He’s sped up my mind when it’s sluggish, and calmed it down when im anxious.”
I’m so normal about them
#billford#gravity falls#bill cipher#the book of bill#stanford pines#mayhaps they’re lovers#bill cipher the freak you are…#artists on tumblr#toxic old men yaoi
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Hitting Bill Cipher with the Pathetic Wet Loser Ray
Nothing gives me joy like putting my favourite fucked up little guys in situations
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△ Btw got some pre-betrayal stuff coming next △
#gravity falls#billford#stanford pines#the book of bill#tbob#mabel pines#dipper pines#ford pines#grunkle ford#human bill cipher#toxic old men yaoi#handyman bill au#artists on tumblr#my art#mabel and bill cipher
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Flyoming is a great ship because it's just Two Spec Ops agents who can and would kill each other for the cause. And that's like the main reason they're into each other.
#red vs blue#rvb#agent wyoming#agent florida#flyoming#toxic old men yaoi#thats the energy with them to me
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tfw you’re elevator pitching your ex situationship world domination
#theyre gay your honor#gravity falls#billford#bill cipher#ford pines#stanford pines#toxic old men yaoi
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I need a human's touch but... I'm obsolete
This is the cover for my comic! Also that way you guys can hav an idea of the color palette of my Bill's human form.
Onwards with posting the comic pages now!!
Nb: Not shown but the inside of his coat looks like the night sky.
#gravity falls#billford#bill cipher#stanford pines#human bill cipher#my art#digital drawing#digital art#toxic old men yaoi#comic
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FORD, HE'S NOT FLIRTING!!! FORRRRD!!!!
rewired au by @nostalgink my love
#gravity falls#book of bill#gravity falls stanford#stanford pines#gravity falls fandom#bill cipher#billford#gravity falls bill#young stanford pines#gravity falls fanfiction#rewired au#rewired#gravity falls rewired#human bill design#human bill au#bill cipher human#human bill cipher#human bill#toxic old men yaoi#toxic old man yaoi#billford angst
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