Sigma Guinea Pig Agenda

his hands are cold and gentle yall......

HOW DO YOU DRAW WOMEN WTF 💀💀💀

𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥

Bill Cipher, “the Book of Bill”:

"... I don't need anyone, I NEVER HAVE, and I DON'T MISS ANY OF THEM! I'M FINE!".

Fyodor Dostoevsky, “Character card letter”:

“I'm always alone. And this is fine by me. Has been, and always will be”.

Yes, they're both “fine”. Only Bill screams into the void, and Fyodor becomes one.

So what do we have here? Two infinity-old almost-immortal demons, who destroy themselves just to prove they can be alone forever.

Spoiler alert: they can't. And they despise the vulnerability that's still left inside of them.

Well, at least Bill's in therapy. But he is also at the point of breaking. Fyodor is still holding on, I guess? But barely.

i'm obsessed with asagiri saying he can't do anything strange to bsd!akutagawa because his editor loves irl!akutagawa. like, yeah, i suppose it would be strange for bsd!akutagawa to catch a fucking break; irl!akutagawa sure couldn't. malicious compliance.

Nah causr i expected lice, fleas, ticks for gods sake.

BUT A FUCKING ANT JUST FELL OUT OF MY HAIR??

they should invent a hobby that doesn't require potentially destroying your wrists

: )

The Trailblazer is so so silly! I wonder what hijinks they'll get up to next!

The Trailblazer is a catalyst of destruction, every part of them screams out in pain as their body stabilizes the stellaron inside them yet they will never feel a moment of calm. 'course, they lie to March and Dan Heng so that they aren't concerned but Welt knows. he knows Trailblazer's pain.

they will continuously poison the worlds they go to through the fact that they truly are destruction incarnate, though they may hold the capability of all paths, they will always be destructive. they truly are alone in their pain, for no one could have predicted it.

they are faced with The Stellaron Hunters and have to wonder what their connection is to them because no information is in their brain, they were like a small, pitiful baby at the start of HSR but now hold three (3) paths. they recognize Blade, Kafka, and Silver Wolf but just barely, they are shadows of a haunted past in their mind.

The Trailblazer will suffer like this over and over until eventually their body gives out and they die, releasing the Stellaron which holds 7 paths inside it. technically, the stellaron in them is the only thing protecting them from becoming a lifeless husk, as they were a constructed body before modeled after someone the Hunters used to know.

they use humor as a coping mechanism because every day they get closer to their death date and then, when it happens, all around them will suffer. they cannot allow themself to get closer to others because what would happen? could they be infected and harmed, too? so many questions whirl around the trailblazer's brain, and even then, there's so little time and answers.

they are destined to die. with each day, the strands of life in their body break and strain. truly, their body is the form of one of the enigmata for it was a shell, forged together with new life.

The Trailblazer can't escape their fate. they do not want to hurt anyone else. they are sorry for the pain they have and will cause.

I love the Trailblazer!!! so silly!!!

Vile, outrageous, despicable.

Agreed tho

This is just them on the battle of wits

I miss drawing Ranpoe

Ten little Soldier boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine. Nine little Soldier boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight. Eight little Soldier boys traveling in Devon; One said he’d stay there and then there were seven. Seven little Soldier boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were six. Six little Soldier boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five. Five little Soldier boys going in for law; One got into Chancery and then there were four. Four little Soldier boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were three. Three little Soldier boys walking in the zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were two. Two little Soldier boys playing with a gun; One shot the other and then there was One. One little Soldier boy left all alone; He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

- Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None