#OOOh also have to go looking for The Searchers too

[spiritofjustice]

okay, i’ve read about half of No Country for Old Men now so i’ve had time to get used to Cormac McCarthy’s writing style and have to say i really like it. it’s so direct, so concise, no bullshit, but still unique and engaging. it’s honestly a great style once you get used to the weird way he does dialogue, but i actually kinda like how he weaves dialogue directly into the prose/narration so there’s no distinction. i’d still... prefer there to be quotation marks and more typical form of dialogue writing, but it’s good. i like what he’s doing, ultimately.

#Psy's no punctuation posts #really wanna read more of him #i have All the Pretty Horses so i'll give it a shot after this #then if i can't get into it i'll probably buy Blood Meridian at work. i really have wanted to read Blood Meridian #OOOh also have to go looking for The Searchers too #that's not McCarthy it's just another Western but i'm on a Western kick lol

[queenofcats17]

Hell's studio prompt: joey somehow ends up as an ink monster (ah how the tudes have turned)

Oooh boy! This is certainly going to be interesting.

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Joey had been rather lucky thus far in that he hadn’t been affected by the consequences of his various shenanigans. Others had, yes, but never him. To his credit, Joey felt rather bad about this. He hated the fact that he’d put so many of his employees in danger and caused them so much pain. Especially Sammy. Gods, he’d really put Sammy through the ringer in terms of transformations.

Perhaps it was karma that he’d finally fallen victim to his own magics. He should have known that sooner or later he would be punished for his hubris. He had dabbled in forces beyond his understanding. He shouldn’t have expected to get out of this unscathed. Like Frankenstein, he needed to suffer for his mistakes. He needed to-

“Joey, you better not be brooding.” He was snapped out of his musings by Bendy snapping his fingers in front of his face. Joey made an apologetic burble, shrinking back a bit.

“It’s not that bad,” Henry said from behind a stack of books on Joey’s desk. “At least you still have your mind.”

“You don’t get to be dramatic about this.” Sammy glowered at Joey from behind his own stack of books. “We’ve all been through this.”

Joey had been turned into an ink creature after he’d gone to inspect the Ink Machine with Tom and it had exploded some ink on him. Tom had had to excuse himself for a bit so that he wouldn’t hurt Joey’s feelings with how hard he was laughing. He’d told Joey not to go touching random bits of the machine. This was what he got for not following directions.

“I’m sorry about him,” Allison had said, also trying not to laugh. “But really, you should have listened to him. The Machine can be so finicky sometimes.”

Joey had been relegated to a corner in his office while Sammy, Bendy, and Henry tried to find the spell to turn him back. His organization system wasn’t the best, after all. Well, maybe relegated wasn’t the best word. He’d retreated to a corner so that he could lament his ‘suffering’.

He was, of course, being predictably dramatic about it, moping and acting as though it were the end of the world. Everyone was spared his dramatic monologue, thankfully, since he couldn’t really talk in this strange Searcher form.  

“After this is over, I’m getting you some filing cabinets,” Sammy grumbled. “Your organizational system is abysmal.” Joey let out an offended groan, putting a hand to his chest.

“He’s right, you know,” Henry agreed. “You need to organize your documents better. How you can find anything is a miracle.”

Joey huffed, folding his arms. Sure, his organizational system was strange, but it worked for him. He could find everything he needed! Most of the time. Okay, some of the time. He did have a little trouble on occasion.

“Don’t pout.” Henry gave him one of his patented ‘dad’ looks. “You can’t find anything and you know it.” They both knew Joey was too stubborn to admit he was wrong in this case.

“I think I got it!” Bendy popped up from where he’d been digging in a desk drawer.

“Thank goodness.” Sammy sat back, pushing the books aside. “I don’t know how much more of Joey’s moping I can take.”

“I dunno, it’s not that bad.” Bendy shrugged, gesturing for Sammy and Henry to clear the circle. “At least he’s not monologuing.” Joey made an indignant huff, looking as hurt as he possibly could without distinct facial features.

“He’s just being a ham,” Henry stifled another giggle as he removed books and papers from the circle. It had become a permanent fixture in Joey’s office now, repainted every so often to avoid any complications.

“It’s annoying is what it is,” Sammy said. “You didn’t see me complaining when I got turned into an ink creature.” Joey gave him an incredulous look.

“Alright, maybe I complained a little,” Sammy conceded, his cheeks going a bit pink.

“Let’s just get Joey back to normal.” Bendy allowed himself a laugh as well. Joey sighed dramatically, oozing his way into the circle. His friends were so mean.

Thanks to how many times this had happened, it was easy enough to get Joey back to normal.

“I hope you learned something from this,” Henry said once Joey was human once more.

“Of course!” Joey replied brightly. “I learned not to poke the machine!”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief that Joey had actually learned something useful. Maybe his self-preservation instincts were stronger than they’d thought.

Joey, meanwhile, was mentally trying to figure out how to keep himself and everyone else from getting turned into ink creatures again. It had happened way too many times already and it was really getting annoying.

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #hell's studio au #joey drew #henry stein #sammy lawrence #bendy the dancing demon