#also Joey being really sick when they recorded did not help

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

Girls don't want boys, girls want a higher quality rerecording of the Me And My Dick cast album.

#my hot take is that the MAMD score is overall high quality but #a little too advanced for some of the cast at that point in their development as vocalists #also Joey being really sick when they recorded did not help #let Joey record his stuff without being ill! #Generally the MAMD stuff I listen to the most is from the tour and homecoming albums #which is a shame cause I really enjoy so much of the score #let's not talk about the time a coworker once walked into a room and I realized I'd been softly singing Land of the Dicks to myself #rewatchers2000 #I'm not rewatching MAMD this week but I am jamming out to the score today! #mamd #me and my dick #Starkid

[disastergenius]

Celebrating 15 years of Team Starkid with my (current) ranking of all of their shows and brief thoughts on them.

VHS Christmas Carol

I don't know how this became my favorite. The music is top tier, I've liked every version of it.

I was initially nervous to watch it because I wasn't sold on the original format, but it grew on me.

Also it's the second best adaptation of A Christmas Carol (the best is still the Muppet Christmas Carol)

2. A Very Potter Musical

My first ever Starkid show.

I watched it with my sister on our very old computer. I was in maybe 6th grade and had become quite obsessed with musicals and Harry Potter, so it perfectly combined my interests.

I truly was not totally sold on it just because 6th grade me was not prepared for all the cursing and the dirty jokes (6th grade me was a very different person) but Granger Danger fully hooked me

I still hold that Granger Danger is the best Starkid song, i do not care that it gets (over)played all the time. I also love that they keep having to come up with new ways to perform it (my favorite/the best being the LeakyCon one with Meredith directing the rest of the cast who only half-remember it)

Definitely ranks high just because it was the first and nostalgically I love it so much

3. Trail to Oregon

It's so fun as a concept and one of the few shows I like that really uses audience participation and makes it work.

Joey credited as "Everyone Else" and every shot with Clark in the background

I like the smaller cast, it's such a feat to run a show like that with 6 cast members

4. A Very Potter Sequel

it's ranked 4th but it probably actually ties with Trail to Oregon

I watched it after AVPM (so my second starkid show) and it did not disappoint

I do think it is stronger than AVMP for most of it

I quote Draco a lot

5. Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier

Definitely my favorite parody they've done. There's a great video that breaks down why it works so well: they've nailed the style.

Around the same time I first watched Twisted was also around my Wicked phase so that helped a lot.

Dylan Saunders knocks out it out of the park as Ja'far, he puts so much depth into the role. It works as an actor and for the part and helps a lot of the humor since Ja'far is the straight man of the show.

The entire soundtrack slaps including the bonus demos

6. Nerdy Prudes Must Die

The songs are great

The production value on their shows has gone up exponentially, and they make good use of it. The effects are so so good

I've never been more uncomfortable as when the words "dirty girl soup" were first said

7. Black Friday

probably tied with NPMD but

I think plot-wise it is better than NPMD, and overall so are the songs. I think maybe the live version that's on youtube is what makes it slightly below NPMD because everyone was sick so it sounds very different between the live and recorded.

the garland and lights becoming wiggly is peak set design

I think it has some of the most memorable songs

the return of Dylan Saunders and his lovely ballads

Take Me Back is a top tier love song for Starkid

8. Starship

Probably the 3rd Starkid show I saw

Joey Richter absolutely sells the performance (he's not carrying it because the whole cast is great) and is fantastic as the lead

puppets! so many puppets!

9. Holy Musical B@tman

my previous exposure to Batman at this point had been the 60s Adam West TV show so really this is like the spiritual successor of that, so honestly i was totally unfazed by the number of puns, I just assumed that was how Batman media was

Jeff Blim as Sweet Tooth is great, but I also love Joey Richter's in the Apocalyptour

"you got my hopes up so high, then mugged and shot them in an alleyway!" i quote an unreasonable amount

10. The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

tbh I did not super like the show when I first watched it but it grew on me overtime. I think i really started to enjoy it when I went back to watch it after they announced Black Friday was going to be a sequel

11. A Very Potter Senior Year

it's so long guys

I think Joey Richter is the best part of it, Sidekick was fantastic

i do love that they got basically everyone they could to come back and do it

most of the callbacks work really well and make it fun

12. Ani: A Parody

fully gonna admit I haven't seen the full show itself, but I do really like the music

it is truly in the Star Wars spirit

13. Firebringer

I really wish I liked this show more, I think it's a fun concept and overall was fun

the opening number is really good musically

i think the humor and the unnecessary cursing didn't really work for me

14. Me and My Dick

I just think overall this show isn't to my taste but it's quite fun

#team starkid #starkid #starkid 15 year anniversary #15 years of starkid

[youllallriseintheink]

Close Call

Okay, so this is going to be heavier than the stuff I usually write. If that’s not your cup of tea, don’t worry! I have something much more fun and visceral in the works and I plan on dropping it next Wednesday (nine days from now).

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It was the early morning hours when Shawn returned home from a night of drinking like any other. He and Grant and Lacie had played cards, pool, and darts (the latter they'd played in such a state of intoxication that it was lucky they hadn't hurt anyone). Shawn was glad that Grant had showed up this time. They'd been dating for several months now and probably still were. It was hard to tell. Grant hadn't had the time or "hadn't been up" to going out anywhere in a month, and it had Shawn wondering if he'd just tapped out of the relationship. He had seemed worse for wear lately and of course things at Joey Drew Studios hadn't gotten easier on anyone, so maybe he wasn't lying. At very least, this night had been great, just like things had been before (well, before Grant left a bit early in tears. Sometimes booze just did that to him and he needed to sleep it off), so maybe everything was about to go back to normal. On that comforting note, Shawn dragged himself to bed.

Shawn was awoken by the ringing of his phone. The voice on the other side struck him with fear- it was Grant, and he sounded terrified.

"Shawn, get over here right now. I did something stupid. Please, come here. Help me."

"I'll be right there," Shawn promised.

The door to Grant's house was unlocked. The house was deafeningly silent.

"Grant?" Shawn called. Nothing. Shawn checked around the house. Once he came upon the bathroom, which reeked of alcohol and vomit, he knew he'd found the place. Clicking the lights on, he found his boyfriend passed out face-down on the floor, surrounded by empty or half-empty bottles of pills.

The next twenty minutes were an absolute blur, not helped by the substantial amount of alcohol still in Shawn's system. Shawn remembered calling an ambulance and waiting for it to arrive with his boyfriend unconscious in his arms. He remembered picking up two sheets of paper, which he'd vaguely identified as a suicide note, from the floor. He remembered crying, and panicking, and confusion. Soon enough, though, Shawn was being reassured by a paramedic that given how recently he'd consumed the pills, Grant would almost definitely make it.

The next day, Shawn took out the letter. It had clearly been written ahead of time, unless one of Grant's hidden talents was managing such neat handwriting while heavily drunk. Shawn wondered if that meant that Grant had planned to do this. Slowly, he forced himself to consume its contents, line by line.

If you are reading this letter, I am dead of suicide. I promised myself that I'd never do this. It's been a temptation at the back of my mind for long enough, however, that I thought I should get out what I would want to have out, just in case. I feel like if it ever does happen, it will be in a moment where I'm barely in control of myself.

The first thing I'm going to do is to write out why I promised myself I wouldn't. There are three reasons why. The first is because my mother is the kindest, most loving person in the world, and I know she'd be devastated if I killed myself. There's a good chance she'd end up dead of suicide as well in that situation, and I would never want to cause that. The second reason is for the light of my life, Emily. She has so much promise in her. She has my eyes, the curiousity I had when I was younger, and thankfully just a touch of my sensitivity. She loves me, and I'm trying to be the force for good in her life that my mother was in mine. I would never give her the pain of losing a parent, and I want to see her grow up. The third reason is that I have friends that make me happy, and days when I genuinely want to be alive. Sometimes it feels like life is drudgery, but that's when I most need to remember that it isn't always like that.

Unfortunately, because this will be written ahead of time, I won't be able to say what specifically caused me to go through with this. What I will say, though, is that my life feels like it's falling apart, even when it isn't. My worries about losing my job aren't completely unfounded, given that working at Joey Drew Studios is most often like bailing water out of a sinking ship. I don't know how realistic it is to believe that my career in this industry will be over after that, since I'll have two failed businesses on my record and nothing else. It's hard to tell when I'm being realistic and when I'm letting pessimism get the better of me. I worry constantly about losing the people in my life that make it tolerable, and I don't know if that's realistic either- whether they're getting sick of me or not. Sometimes, it feels like like life is a pointless struggle against the inevitable. I have better days and worse days of course, but, well, if I didn't feel like this a substantial amount of the time, I wouldn't be writing this letter.

Whoever it is that's reading this, you could not have prevented this, it is in no way your fault, and I'm sorry for putting you through it.

—-

There was a banging on Lacie's door. "Lacie! Lacie, open up!"

Lacie, groggy and still in her pyjamas, opened up. "What?"

"I need your advice. Badly."

Lacie could see how distressed he was. "Come on in."

A few minutes later, They were sitting across from each other in Lacie's living room, Shawn had explained what had happened the night before, and Lacie had read the note. It might have been a violation of privacy to show it to Lacie, but he needed her advice.

"Wow, that is serious. Is he okay?"

"Yeah, that's the way they made it sound. I'm going to see him as soon as there's visitin' hours. Just... what do I say to him after this?"

"I don't know."

"Well, if it were Abby what would you do?"

"Abby wouldn't put me in this situation." Lacie saw Shawn getting indignant. "Calm down, I'm not saying 'because she's so strong and he's so weak.' But we've been together for two years, we live together, and we're at the stage where we owe it to each other to look after ourselves and be honest if we're going through issues like this. So, yeah, she'd never catch me off guard like this. Clearly, you two aren't at that point, or at least he doesn't think you are. So, here's my advice: make sure he's getting professional help, and then ask yourself if this is the person you want a partnership with. Also, to temper your expectations: whatever his problem is, you can't solve it, it won't go away immediately, and it's ultimately his responsibility to fix it. If he won't be honest with you about stuff like this, you're under no obligation to help him with it. Honestly, if you do stick with him, chances are that nothing in your relationship will change and in a couple weeks this'll just be an awful memory."

"Well, that's a bunch of heartless nonsense. But you're probably right." Shawn honestly didn't know how to feel about any of it, but he felt like he had to say something. He didn't find it terribly useful since his problem wasn't that he didn't know whether to stay with Grant, it was that he didn't want him to die or to want to be dead.

Lacie shrugged. "I mean, I'm just an untrusting old sea hag. If all you want is dating, or if you honestly think a partnership with him is possible and a good idea, knock yourself out, I guess."

"Okay." Shawn got up to leave.

"Hey. Best of luck, Shawn. I'm always here for you. No matter what you choose to do, here."

—-

Grant was still asleep when Shawn was allowed in to see him, but there weren't any obvious signs of physical damage on him. Shawn gently shook him awake. "Hey... ah just wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay with you. Ya gave me quite a scare last night."

Grant turned to look at him. His movements suggested that he was feeling pretty weak from whatever he'd taken last night. "Oh. Hey, Shawn. According to the nurses, I'm fine. I have to stay a few more hours to get tested for organ damage, but that's it. What... happened last night? I remember I was with you for a while. How did I end up here?"

Oh, Shawn did not like this situation. He didn't like it at all. "How much do you remember?"

"I was drinking with you and Lacie for a while. And... I had a dream last night where I killed myself. But it had to have been a dream, see? I woke up for a minute and I felt you holding me. You must have come home with me after we went to the bar, right?"

"Oh, well, yes. That's what happened. But you... you got alcohol poisoning."

Relief rushed over Grant's face. "Thank God. That's all it was?"

"Yeah. You were trying to keep up with me shot for shot." Shawn gave Grant a little jab with his elbow in a sad attempt to act casual. "Ya really shouldn't do that. I'm a professional, after all."

Grant forced a smile. "Got it."

"Umm... listen, Grant? I love you, and I care about you, and you said some pretty concernin' things last night. Is there anything you need to talk about?"

"No, I'm okay. Sorry for worrying you."

"No. It's fine. Ya want company?"

"Honestly, I'm feeling pretty sick. Can we catch up another time?"

"Okay. See you then."

"Okay. I love you, Shawn."

Shawn got up and left. In the hallway, he dug the note out of his pocket and looked at it one last time, trying to wrack up the courage to go back and admit everything. Instead he crumpled it up and threw it away. Nothing had happened last night. Soon, Grant would go home, find the empty pill bottles on his bathroom floor, connect the dots, and knowing him, probably keep that revelation to himself. And that was okay, right? As Lacie said, it was his responsibility to take it as a wake-up call and deal with whatever it was that had made him do it. Lacie would think this was okay, right? Shawn hoped so. It felt so wrong.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #shawn flynn #grant cohen #lacie benton #my fanfiction #tw suicide #just to be totally clear: I don't completely agree or disagree with Lacie. It's just what I thought she would think. #Also this isn't anti-grant x shawn at all- I like that ship #grant x shawn

[tiny-smallest]

day twenty-four - heart

Rating: G Characters: Henry Warnings: none Description: Everyone puts a little bit of their being into their work around here, but there’s only one person who everyone can point to as the soul of the studio.

It’s not Joey.

Also on AO3!

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At Joey Drew Studios, everyone put a little of themselves into every thing they did.

As much of a grouch as Sammy was, nobody would deny the man had a unique ear for music, an all-encompassing love for his craft that led to him creating scores that people who scoffed at cartoons would consider were trying too hard for a silly Saturday cartoon show. His fiery temper was outmatched only by the fire of passion that burned for his music, and people who weren't especially drawn to music or even to the cartoon they were helping to make would often find themselves humming or listening to the soundtracks for the show while working.

The band wove their souls into everything they played. Talent was hardly short here, especially among those who could play multiple instruments and step in when someone else was sick. Together with Sammy and Norman they created magic in auditory form.

Damian, Bailey, Susie, and Allison's voice talents were second to none, and anybody wandering by the recording studio could find them gesturing along to their lines, true actors in their own rights. Their abilities and their skills were nothing short of inspiring. Watching them slip into another person's voice like it was a second skin was utterly fascinating even to people who had never really considered what went on in the booth before.

The storyboarding staff brought everything they had to their work, and even people from other departments could see it in the liveliness of the characters, the way they could almost leap off the page. It was the little things that came to life here- the slightest extra line on a face could mean the difference between several different expressions. Movement that could convey tone and a character's true feelings without ever having to outwardly tell the audience what was happening. They took words on a page and converted it into a completely different medium.

The background artists' souls were found in their work, especially the occasional watercolor backgrounds. Colors and paints and life happened in that department; the art of stitching the surrounding world together, a real space in which the characters could exist. It was the kind of job that looked easy until you tried to do it. Nobody else could keep track of the ten million things that were sometimes in a scene except for these people.

Grant guarded their finances, kept loving, careful track of their money, ensured everyone got paid and paid on time. He filed their taxes, projected profits, and kept all of the bookkeeping organized neatly away in his filing cabinets for ease of use. Numbers were his safe haven, math a sure and steady concept he reveled in.

Shawn's toys were adorable; everyone loved them, adults and children alike, and he kept a careful eye on the factory's machines to ensure all of the toys were of the highest quality manageable. He would spend hours in his office designing new ones, showing them off with pride.

Thomas ensured the Machine was well, tending to its mass of pipes and gears and gauges and pressure valves. Nobody wanted to know what would happen--to the toons or the building--if it failed. Thomas made sure that didn't happen, and truly it would take a genius to understand the mechanics behind what he had to comprehend to keep it running as smoothly as he did.

Wally kept the studio clean, taking immense satisfaction in ensuring a clean, safe environment for everyone else to work in. It was far less simple than merely cleaning- keeping track of where he'd made his rounds, ensuring he got in the way as little as possible, how to safely clean certain equipment that could be dangerous? All part of a day's work, and he was pleased to be a part of it.

And then there was the one who kept the studio functioning the way it did.

Everywhere you went, there was Henry.

In the music department, listening to the band, workshopping with Sammy, watching Norman change lightbulbs, helping him haul projectors occasionally. In the recording booth, directing the voice actors, giggling at their flubs, encouraging them through stage fright. He worked with the storyboards artists, the background artists, the writers. He helped Grant with filing when he found him staying at his office too late, listened to Shawn's pitches, tour the studio with Thomas to peek at the pipes, and check in with Wally.

Henry's passion beat in the chest of the studio, radiating life outwards wherever he went.

It only made sense, really, that the studio died when it was removed.

Nothing functions with a vital organ missing, after all.

#bendy and the ink machine #the ink demonth #the ink demonth 2020 #henry stein #batim henry #henry batim #my writing #strike up the band au

[mwolf0epsilon]

Story about Joey being a vampire hunter and Sammy being a vampire. You can bring in Norman ((human or vampire))to to safe him

Summary: In which Sammy is sometimes a very ugly bat, and his boss might want to kill him. Normal workplace issues.

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[[MORE]]

     Hypsignathus monstrosus. Commonly known as the hammer-headed bat (or big-lipped bat if you preferred a more unusual denominator), is a frugivorous species of megabat widely distributed in West and Central Africa. It's the only member of its genus, Hypsignathus, which in itself is part of the Epomophorimi tribe alongside other four unique genera.

The largest bat in continental Africa, with wingspans approaching 1 m (or about 3 ft), and the males being almost twice as heavy as the females. It's a sexually dimorphic bat species, with differences including several adaptations that help males produce and amplify vocalizations. Mainly the differing size of the males' larynges, which are about three times as large as those of females, and the large resonating chambers on their faces that give them such a distinct look. 

The females in turn, appear more fox-like as is the norm of most megabat species.

All in all, information that really didn't help Sammy in the slightest, as he tried to make sense of three different books that, in theory, should give him a vague idea of what the hell was going on with his body this time...

     To put it in simpler terms, he'd turned into a bat, as per say of those ye olde queer tales of vampires that were capable of shifting into those little chittering flying rats that flew out of caves and dreary old castles at night… 

But then what he'd seen reflected (because most modern mirrors were not backed by silver or other such pure metals) had most definitely not looked like a squashed-nosed winged rat. It had looked truly like a freakish monster. 

But that was getting a little ahead of himself really...

There were things one had to note beforehand to really comprehend what Sammy Lawrence was currently going through: Starting with the attack.

Two years ago he'd been assaulted by what he'd once assumed to be a creature of mere legend, although at the time he'd thought it was a random dog attack because what had taken a chunk off of him looked inhuman (more like a very warped looking pug-snoutted thing now that he really thought about it). 

On awakening the next morning at the hospital, he'd been informed that he'd henceforth be barred from entering such facilities because he now suffered from vampirism, and that his name and records had been archived by some secret governmental agency that then directed him to a sub-civilization of non-humans. 

Shocked and confused, he'd been quickly integrated into a coven that took no time to teach him the basics. 

He was to live life as if nothing had changed, hidden among mere humans, yet he'd be judged as a pest by those that recognized specific documentation he now had to carry for "security reasons" (aka clearance for services to deny him due to his ailment).

Oh and he had to cope with the harrowing realization that food did nothing for him other than eliciting a form of pleasure (through stimulating his taste buds) and that he needed to instead find nourishment in human blood, otherwise he'd either die or go into an uncontrollable frenzied state (in which case he might end up dead anyway because if he so much as killed a person he'd be put down like a rabid dog).

No pressure right?

Funnily enough, Sammy had actually adapted to this drastic change. The poor man had to, otherwise he was screwed.

And then again it hadn't been all that difficult since the coven was less of what you'd assume from the olden tales of groups or communities of vampires living in the same roost, and more of a civil service in of itself. 

It was like having a parole officer really. One that gave you some pointers in the right direction, and that reminded you of feeding schedules.

Feeding itself wasn't as bad either, twice every month in specially assigned locations where cattle would be provided to them by a few sponsored ranches.

What really bothered Sammy about all this was the maturing of his vampirical traits. Specifically the part when one night he found himself ripping out of his clothes and seeing his body grotesquely transform into a quadrupedal flying thing that he couldn't quite put a name to. Hence why he'd come to the library in search of answers.

Still the best description he got was for some African fruit bat that had a face that not even a mother could love.

How could a vampire seemingly become a herbivorous bat, when he knew for certain he'd slaughtered two horses the previous night?

  "Found anything yet deary?"

     Sammy startled slightly as Mrs. Harrison, bless her for being the supportive sweet old grandma figure that she was in his time of need (and one of the few humans who knew of his predicament and didn't judge him for it), joined him with a couple of books.

She'd taken them both, plus Abigail, to the library to help him figure out about his strange transformations. 

She was also the one who took Abby on the nights he needed to feed because he couldn't trust himself not to attack her. 

He was too akin to a wild animal on a frenzy when he felt the hunger calling, which Mrs. Harrison had stated was normal for fledgeling vampires like himself.

  "Honestly, just this ugly looking thing… it's the closest I've found to what I saw in the mirror."

  "Ah, the hammer-headed bat! They're quite unique I'd say… My dear husband, god rest his soul, used to stuff them back when he hunted in Africa. He thought they might bring him luck, the nutter." The old linguistics teacher smiled, the gaps where she was missing teeth making it look slightly crooked but no less endearing. "It isn't unusual for vampires to instinctively take on forms that don't quite match their dietary needs. Most who change become similar to a species that best suits their needs. This one I'd say has qualities befitting of you deary."

  "That's… not very comforting." His nose had always been a sore spot. Turning into an animal whose face was 90% nose was just insulting to him.

  "Don't take it so badly deary." Mrs. Harrison chuckled. "What I mean to say is these bats, specifically the males, are known to be quite vocal. You, my dear, are quite vocal, are you not?"

Well, when she put it like that…

  "That's a yes in those pretty eyes of yours deary. And besides, not many new vampires can say they naturally became megabats. You're very well endowed in that aspect."

She took great joy in getting him to blush at such a comment. He could see the devilish glee in her kind old eyes, accentuated by crows feet and wrinkles.

They picked up a few books on the "specialized" area, Sammy vehemently ignoring Abby's questions of why his face was so red, and soon enough the trio was on their way back to the apartment.

Sick leave (which he took twice a month as mandated by the coven) would be over tomorrow, so Sammy needed to prepare.

Because working in an enclosed cartoon studio run by Joey Drew would definitely spell trouble for a vampire that had just earned their shifting ability.

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     There are a set of very specific rules for new vampires. Don't expose yourself, don't expose the community, don't expose the sponsors or patrons.

Sammy had gotten pretty lucky, Mrs. Harrison was a patron and one of the best at her job.

She provided rehoming possibilities to fledgeling vampires, and ensured their safety within the communities they'd been integrated in.

She also kept an eye on hunters.

So of course Sammy was quite aware that Joey Drew was a person he needed to watch out for.

Joey Drew, who was notorious for having at least 36 confirmed kills under his belt. Here's where things got tough: Joey knew Sammy was a vampire, so he tended to keep a pretty good eye on the music director as well.

It was a perpetual game of cat and mouse.

A very dangerous one that had just reached a new level.

Because Sammy's overall safety lay within what his coworkers thought of him vs what they thought of their boss's eccentricities.

No one was crazy enough to believe that their coworker was secretly a vampire, or that their boss was essentially the equivalent of a vampire poacher.

And that is what Sammy wanted to maintain. A veil of normalcy to keep himself safe. One that would be much harder to maintain now that he had matured out of the first two years of being a fledgeling and developed such a large and rather monstrous looking shift.

     Hazel eyes locked with icy blue ones as the music director locked eyes with the founder of Joey Drew Studios. They drank coffee in the break room, surrounded by oblivious employees, and maintained this tense stare-down until Henry came by to drag Joey away.

Then Sammy would let out a quiet sigh of relief and go back to work ironing out the flaws in his current composition.

Jack would pass by his office to drop off a few new lyrics, he'd point out which needed a bit of tweaking, and then he'd be alone with his thoughts and his sheets up until he had to help Susie with recording.

Then he'd spend a good hour or two conducting the band, catching the brief glimpses of his ever watching boss in the corners of his eyes.

The staring contest would restart on every break, and Sammy would have to seek safety by mingling with coworkers (some of which he could not stand).

Norman was often his go to, as Joey never risked these sorts of behaviours with the larger southern man around.

The projectionist was a very bright man after all, and could dig up dirt on anyone that so much as rubbed him the wrong way.

It was a miracle he hadn't figured out Sammy's little secret thus far.

  "Runnin' from the boss again?"

  "That man is insane… I swear he's obsessed with me, Polk. It's creepy!" He'd replied after sneaking away to practically glue himself to Norman's side during another much needed coffee break. He desperately needed a smoke, his skin felt tight and uncomfortable.

  "Drew don't know no boundaries. Yous should consider takin' it up to Henry." Norman suggested. "Only man ta boss will listen to."

  "I wouldn't want to bother Henry because of Joey." Sammy huffed. "The poor man isn't his keeper."

  "Sure coulda fooled me." Only three more hours of this. Three more hours and he could go home.

  "Mr. Lawrence, a word." Speak of the devil… Joey Drew himself feeling bolder than ever as he moved over to address Sammy in Norman's company. "About the most recent composition."

  "Devil's Swing. What of it?" He'd worked hard on it to act as a counterpart to Angel's Tango. One of his finer masterpieces if he did say so himself.

  "I find it's going in the right direction… But it just lacks this… shine to it." Joey gestured vaguely "Like it's missing something that'd make it just right."

  "Shine… you think it's missing some shine?" Sammy suppressed the need to growl. What was the man on about? Just this morning he'd been happy with it!

Lord forbid Mr. Drew could ever make up his mind.

Norman watched the exchange quietly, keeping a close eye on both of them as Joey gave one of his signature grins. The kind that'd make the little devil darling himself quite jealous with just how much tooth it showed.

  "As we're on a tight schedule, I have to ask you to fix it by midnight tonight. Since you were on sick-leave recently, I'm sure you can compensate for setting us back with overtime." Oh, oh dear.

Sammy could now see what he was up to.

By midnight the studio would be virtually empty. Just him, the ever oblivious Wally Franks, and Joey Drew himself.

Oh he was in trouble… Unless he could do the alterations well before, but then if Joey wanted to trap him in the studio where he couldn't get help, who's to say he'd accept any of his corrections?

  "I…"

  "Well, on with it then! No time to waste!" Joey gave him an overly friendly pat on the shoulder, those icy blues glinting with manic glee as he walked off.

Norman wrinkled his nose.

  "That man ain't right in the head… Yous just came back from the doc."

  "You know how it is. Only thing Drew cares about is money." And Henry, to an obsessive degree actually. More so than following Sammy around now that he thought about it.

Either way, he had to get to work now, or he'd be screwed. "I'm going back into my office. There's no way I'm sticking around until midnight."

  "Best o'luck. I'll be in my booth if ya need anythin' from me."

Sammy needed an escape from their boss, but he couldn't exactly tell Norman that. He was the last person that needed to find out one of his coworkers was a damn bat-shaped leech. The blackmail would be horrid!

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     The clock read 23:47 by the time Sammy had finished, and honestly the blond was ready to break.

One by one everyone in his department had packed up for the night and gone home. Susie had come by to give him a quick peck on the cheek before she'd saunters off humming a chipper tune.

Jack had come by to remind him not to stay too late and then been on his way as well. Wally himself was nowhere to be seen, probably cleaning that spill he'd heard about in Heavenly Toys, so the music director was completely and utterly alone.

And he was running out of time. 

Joey was going to get him.

  "Damn it… I've been good with this. I haven't even tasted human blood, and I'm still going to get put down by some crazy asshole…" he put his face in his hands and groaned. The tightness if his skin had only worsened as his stress piled up.

Stress-shifting was very much a thing and he really didn't want to chance transforming in the studio to release some of the tension.

With his luck Wally might walk in on him.

  "What do I do…?" He could try scaring his boss into letting it go. That bat form of his was pretty ugly, it'd scare the devil right out of Drew himself.

Or it'd just make him step up to the challenge.

A knock startled him out of his thoughts.

  "Y-yes?" He chastised himself for sounding so shaky, especially when it wasn't that grinning bastard who opened the door.  "Norman?"

  "Hey Sammy, I need a favour." The Louisianian greeted him. "I messed up my arm pretty bad while fixin' one o' them projectors. Yous wouldn't mind drivin' me to the hospital right?"

  "I… No of course." He was surprised, noticing the makeshift dressings on Norman's arm. They were messy but he couldn't see or smell his injury so it was likely a burn of some kind. Those projectors tended to overheat and catch fire at times.

  "Good, I'd ask Henry but he wents home early tonight… Strange really, Mr. Drew let a lot of folk go home early tonight..." Norman shrugged "And even if he could drive, I wouldn't bother ta boss t'do this for me."

  "I'll drive, I was done anyway." He left the sheets out so that Joey would find them as they were with ease. "Nearly midnight too, so Drew can't get on my case for leaving a little earlier."

This was the escape he needed.

He owed Norman his life, even if the other man didn't realize it.

     The two made their way outside at a leisurely pace before Norman motioned for Sammy to follow, much to the blond's confusion.

They ended up in an alleyway (not dodgy at all, nope) where Normal pulled off the bandages and revealed his arm was just fine. Sammy stared, eyebrows raised.

  "I lied, I don't need to go to the doc, but I don't think that butcher needs to know that… Have a good night Sammy, and stay safe." The much taller man grinned cheekily before transforming before Sammy's very eyes, into a truly massive Mauritian flying fox.

  "Oh you're kidding…" The larger vampire chittered, clearly amused by his reaction, before flying off into the night. "So much for having something over Polk…"

The music director huffed and began walking towards his car, stopping when it dawned on him. Norman would likely cash in this favour when he least expected it…

  "Son of a bitch, that man better not ask for something impossible…"

You win some, you lose some.

As much as he hated to lose to Norman so often, Sammy was at least glad to win this despute with Joey.

For the time being at least.

#Eps Writes: #Bendy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #Sammy Lawrence #Norman Polk #Joey Drew

[ain-t-bovvered]

15x03 Commentary

  bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon  (Kat)  

@waywardbaby  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

Opening my phone in the morning: 

 What the fuck happened

Kat: You don’t wanna know

Kat: You’ll find out soon enough

Zee: Yeah ok I went to tumblr. Why did I do that ?

Kat: SHAME ON YOU

Giulia: BECAUSE U HAVE 0 PATIENCE

Kat: If you wanted to know I could have told you

Zee: I just opened the freaking thing and glanced at the first thing on my dash. Clearly, it was the wrong thing to glance at.  I yeeted out

Giulia: I DON T WANNA BE HERE

Giulia: will I cry

Kat: Do you want the honest answer

Giulia: No

Kat: Didn’t think so

Giulia: Im so tired already

Zee: Oh shush

Kat: Don’t I know it

Nat : ok i'm read

Nat : or not . whatever

Giulia: I’m not!! Help

Giulia: Ok im ready

Kat: Question first!

Zee: Uh oh

Giulia: I don t like it

Kat: With the download, do y’all have the green CW screen first?

US: no

Giulia: * stressed* Why 

Kat: Because I watch my recording, I don’t download so I want to make sure I start in the same spot

Giulia: Oh ok.... Geez

Zee: Are we ready?

Nat : Are we all not ready

Kat: I think we are right?

Nat : 3

Nat : 2

Nat : 1

Nat : go

Giulia: Ghost’s town again yay

Nat : Unpopular opinon: I hope Ketch dies

Kat: Sames

Giulia: Well he done anyway so

Kat: ...

Giulia: GREAT

Nat : idgaf about Ketch

Nat : AH GHOST TOWN THE 3RD YAY I'm so happy

Kat: Love these random ass hunters

Giulia: I see white pants I think Jensen jib10

Kat: SHUSH

Nat : Legit wanna throw my laptop away

R: The "Rafforza l'incantesimo"

my italian ass: GASPS

Giulia: Look at Rowena pretty dress

Kat: Yyyeessss that dress

Giulia: Also she brought a change

Zee: Came prepared

Nat : She's the thing that keeps me watching at the moment

Kat: Of course, it’s Rowena

Nat : UGH I felt that

Giulia: I felt dean

Zee: For me it’s deans legs and cas’s fed up face

Giulia: That place again

Giulia: What

Nat : Insert Joey gif: I'M SOOOOO SICK OF THIS TOOOOOWN

Giulia: Noted

oh look me walking with my tall friends

that door banging scared the shit out of me

R: Prendi cio che è debole, rendilo forte. D'una piuma d'oca, fai una spada.

Take what’s weak and make it stronger. Of a duck feather make it a sword

Giulia: OH ITALIAN

Zee: Is she speaking Italian?

R: Dalla nebbia, cemento possente, impenetrabile, inflessibile.

From fog, mighty concrete, impenetrable, inflexible

Giulia: SHE IS

R: Rendilo forte.

Make it stronger

Giulia: And pretty well too

Kat: It’s not working Sam

Zee: Connection lost. Check server

Giulia: Oh no

Kat: And down she goes

Giulia: Thanks

Zee: A real drink

Giulia: Lol

Kat: This look 🤣🤣🤣

Giulia: Gotta use it

Kat: Love the silent conversations

Giulia: Fuck off belphy

Nat : Ah angry ghosts . What else is new

Zee: I kinda love his sass

Kat: Same but I still want to stab him

Nat : Wow, imagine this was the last three episodes. It's over in a freaking ghost town. I'm still salty, can you see?

Giulia: Yeah that would fucking destroy me

Kat: Not at all you hide it so well

Giulia: That’s not who we are

Zee: Go Dean!! Tell them

Giulia: AWE SAM

Kat: Aw Sammy

Giulia: SAM

He’s so gentle . Such a big gentle giant, I love him.

Zee: Control your face Sam

Kat: That doesn’t happen. At all.

Giulia: YOU SHUSH THE FUCK DOWN

Giulia: that strap tho

Nat : Not gonna give up

Kat: He never does. Take a knee

Nat : He's like a leave in the wind, give up not giving up give up not giving up

Zee: Is he us?

D: Oh, I'm not freaked. I'm angry, okay? I'm pissed.

Giulia: I M PISSED TOO

Kat: THAT PISSED WAS SO COUNTRY

Kat: Jensen your Texas is showing

Giuls: And I’m loving it

Giulia: I need more then

D: Th-This... This sloppy-ass ghostpocalypse... that's Chuck's ending? No. No, I don't think so. After everything that he has put us through? I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some glorified fanboy get the last word.

Giulia: SLOPPY ASS GHOST APOCALYPSE

Nat : Sloppy Ass Ghost Apocalypse. Yeah, that's about sums it up

 Zee: Glorified fan boy

Giulia: dean speaking up for the fandom 

S: Anything useful in there? R: Not a thing.

sure

Nat : You don't have eyes

Nat : snorts

Zee: You don’t have eyes

Giulia: Ok that was funny

B: I got an idea, but, uh... you're not gonna like it.

Giulia: DON T

Giulia: TOUCH

Giulia: MAH BABY

Kat: You okay bb?

Giulia: no  I’m fear 

Kat: What

Giulia: Because i just remembered the season trailer. And i wanna be wrong

Zee: Surprised moose

Nat : Did he just say, minions

Nat : But that would mean that Belphy would stay on earth?

Kat: No he’d be in hell

Nat : Ah

Giulia: Ah

Giulia: ... I don t like this

Kat: DIBS ON SAMUEL

Nat : Dibs on Samuel

Giulia: Dibs on samuel

Zee: Dibs on Samuel

Nat : Hey

Giulia: AH sam witch confirmed

Nat : I'm calling Dibs on Dean then

Kat: NO

Giulia: Cas🙋🏼‍♀

Zee: Was waiting for Kat

R: Whoever does this, they'll be unprotected. No salt circles... all manner of angry spirits right up in their grill.

Nat : So yeah, Belphy wants Cas

Giulia: NO Don t look at my bb

B: I want protection.Muscle.

D: Yeah, Cass’ll go.

C: Well, it sounds like I don't have a choice.

Giulia: DEAN

C:

Zee: Dean threw him under the bus

Giulia: ugh

Kat: Oh babe

Giulia: COME ON

Nat : Dean would literally do anything now

Nat : That's how desperate he is

Kat: YUP

Nat : I see more of Ketch than I ever wanted

future me: ain’t that right

Zee: His underwear are ridiculous

Kat: SNORTS

Nat : Kill him

Giulia: Jesus lady there is an apocalypse going on

random demon I don’t care about: And you won't give them up? Not for any price?

K: Not at any price.

Giulia: Aw ketch

Kat: ya happy Nat?

Nat : AHHHHH OMG YES

Giulia: Eh

Giulia: We are at 2 spn final season deaths already nice

Zee: Casually strolling the graveyard

B: You know, your part in all this is, uh, pretty dangerous.I mean, you could die, get trapped in Hell. Your friends might never see you again. Funny, 'cause, uh,they didn't seem to think twice about it.

R.U.D.E.

Nat :lol Cas

Giulia: AHAHAHAH

Zee: Ok

Kat: Hhhhhhhaaaahahhaaa

Giulia: DO I LOVE HIM

Giulia: witch stuff

Nat : And what's Dean's role in this?

Nat : I think I got distracted

Kat: Outside by the hole  

Giulia: Being grumpy 

Nat : Ah where he should be 😉

Kat: Ready and waiting lol

Giulia: Well you’d want him in

Nat : Well, not the whole of him

Zee: FOCUS LADIES 

Zee: so fed up

C: Yet you needed protection, "muscle", for this?

B: Okay, you got me. I wanted company. I wanted your company. What? Shouldn't we at least try and be friends?

Nat : Belphy is Giuls

Giulia: WOW

Nat : You would want Cas' company too

C: You are not growing on anyone. Sam and Dean are just using you. Don't mistake that for caring about you, because I can assure you they don't.

B: Wow. You learn that the hard way?

Giulia: AWE NO BELPHY SHUSH 

Kat: Cas should know

Nat : Sush

Giulia: OH THAT REALLY STUNG

C: You're wearing Jack, who was like a son to me, like a coat.

Zee: Like a son to me

C: It's an abomination.

Giulia: im sad. I’m so sad

Zee: I think you should wait

Kat: It’s gonna get worse bb

Giulia: DON T PUSH HIM

Nat : Why does Cas has to go in first

Giulia: what else is new

Zee: The muscle

Nat : Ah

Nat : Do we trust him?

Kat: WHAT DO YOU THINK

Zee: No

Giulia: I hate how I can recognize enochian

Giulia: I trust bel so little

Nat : I don't think he should say that out loud

Kat: SUNG

Giulia: Oh

Zee: What?

Giulia: WHAT

Kat: SING IT CAS

Giulia: OMG WHAT

Nat : Don't do it?

C: ♪ Toh-luh dah... ♪

Giulia: OH COME ON

Kat: That’s all you get lol

Giulia: fuck  Oh great that was the “musical”

Nat : Ah Dean's at the hole

Nat : snorts

Kat: There might be a couple seconds more I can’t remember

Nat : Sam just thinks that he should be with Dean when this all goes to shit

Nat : And I cry

Giulia: ...great

Kat: Nope

C: ♪ ... mee ♪

Zee: Like an angel

Nat : WELL

Giulia: Oh fuck off

Zee: Oh fuck

Giulia: Well

Nat : Who is she again

Giulia: Ardat Some demon who wanted to kill bel

Nat : Ardat Lili is a dangerous storm spirit from ancient Sumeria, a vampiric succubus who visits men at night

Giulia: Thanks Hermione

Kat: Thanks google

Zee: Nerd

Nat : At least I know how to work google. Unlike the majority, it seems

Giulia: well I’m doing 3 things at the same time

Giulia: Everybody wants to rule hell. Nobody learned a thing from Crowley

Zee: It’s been a while since Cas got smacked

Giulia: He’s a fucking angel

Giulia: OF COURSE

Nat : THERE WAS A VACANCY. Pfffff

Kat: Ugh he’s so annoying

 Zee: That close up Giuls ? 

Giulia: I KNOW EXCITING

Nat : Ah the wind in Dean's hair

Nat : I need that close up Giuls   

Kat: The wind in Cas’ trench

Nat : lol in Cas' shirt

Giulia: that hand holding

Kat: 😭

Giulia: I’m having anxiety

Zee: We see

Kat: YOU SHOULD

Nat : Shouldn't Cas go out before it closes. Before Dean throws that bomb in?Ah, too late

Giulia: I can t take it

Giulia: DEAN.  DEAN FUCK

Zee: COME ON

Kat: He’s got business

Giulia: CAS

Giulia: what

Kat: IT’S NOT HIS FAULT AT THE MOMENT

Giulia: What is happening

Giulia: I’m so angry at everyone

Kat: CAS IS MAD

B: It's me... Jack.

Giulia: JACK SHUT UP

Zee: NO

Giulia: OH NO

The struggle Castiel going through is painful ok. I hate it , HATE IT.

Nat : Ah so Jack is gone?

Kat: His body I guess

Giulia: I HATE THIS

Nat : For good?

Giulia: FUCK NO

Zee: WTF

Giulia: WHAT WAS THAT SIGH

Well this destroyed me .

future me: AH JUST YOU WAIT DUMB BITCH

Kat: That wasn’t Jack

Nat : Because he's still in the empty, right? He's forgotten there

Giulia: FUCK

Kat: Death has plans

Zee: CAS

Oh you can see the moment Castiel feels like he’s got nothing left . great.

Nat : What

Giulia: ROWENA

Nat : WHAT

Kat: JUST FUCKING WAIT

R: Won't need that where I'm going.

Nat : Ah fuck

R: Magic can do anything, Samuel , can contain anything... even the vast multitudes of Hell.

Giulia: I HATE THIS

Zee: WHAT?

Giulia: NO

Nat : If I pay the price

R:"Death Is an Infinite Vessel."  A spell so simple it draws its power from its caster.Just two ingredients.

S: Rowena, why didn't you tell us?

shut up Sam 

R: Because, dear, the first ingredient is my own still-coursing blood. And the last is my final breath.

Giulia: I DON T LIKE THE PRICE

Nat : Rowena loves them to much

Zee: Hold on HOLD ON

Giulia: i love her so much

R: I'll absorb the ghosts and demons and return them to Hell.In time, my body'll break down, and they'll be released right where they belong.

S: No, no. No. Rowena... no.

Giulia: GREAT

Nat : NO AH

Giulia: I DON T WANNA SEE SAM CRY

R: To perform this spell, I have to die. And it has to be you that kills me.

Nat : Right, in every death book of Rowena, she's killed by Sam

Kat: POOR SAMMY

Giulia: OF COURSE GREAT

Zee: HE GOT OUT

Kat: SEE HE GETS OUT

Giulia: BUT AT WHAT PRICE

Kat: MIGHT BE BETTER IF HE STAYED THOUGH

Giulia: WHAT ?! YIKES 

R: My real, permanent demise is at your hands. It's in Death's books.

S: Yeah, well, you know what? Screw the books.

Us: *LOUD GASP*

D: Wh-What about the Crook?

C: It's gone. It was destroyed.

That what is so ..... wow

R: I don't care about anything enough to take my own life.Not you, your brother... not even the world. But I believe in prophecy. I believe in magic. And I'm here, and you're here, and everything we need to end this right is in our hands.I know this in my bones...it has to be this way. Do it! Kill me, Samuel!

Nat : I'm-

Kat: 😭😭😭😭😭

Giulia: I’m

Zee: INDONT WANNA WATCH

Giulia: I CANT TAKE ALL THIS

Nat : Fuck, Sammy

Giulia: OH MY GOD SAM

Nat : Sam is too fragile for that

Kat: I BELIEVE IN PROPHECY AND MAGIC 🤣😭😭

R:   I know we've gotten quite fond of each other, haven't we? But will you let the world die, let your brother die, just so I can live?

Giulia: NO SHUT UP

Zee: Shut up Rowena

Giulia: NO

Giulia: NO

Nat : Dean's pissed. What else is new

Giulia: NO NO

Nat : NO

Giulia: SAM

Nat : NOOOOO

Giulia: FUCK

Zee: God damn

Kat: NNNOOOOOOOOO

Giulia: STOP IT

Kat: She says Dean’ll die and Sam gets stabby

Giulia: NO ROWEEEENAAA

R: That's my boy.

Kat: THATS MY BOY

Nat : Of course

Giulia: WHAT IS THAT FACE SAM

Giulia: FUCK OFF

Giulia: FUCK THESE EPISODES

Nat : OH NO

Giulia: SHIT

Kat: IS IT BETTER OR WORSE THAN BORING

Nat : SAMMY CONTROL YOUR FUCKING FACE

Giulia: IM NOT READY

Giulia: NO DON T SAY THAT

Kat: JUST LIKE CROWLEY

Giulia: COME ON

Zee: CAN THE MUSIC NOT

Nat : CAS

Giulia: CAS BB

Giulia: WHY AM I SO TIRED

Zee: IMAGINE HOW SAM IS FEELING

Nat : HENLEY

Giulia: oh dean is in the nude

Zee: BUTT NAKED

Kat: SUCH GOOD SINGLE LAYER HENLEY PORN

Giulia: Oh he was crying In his room

Nat : Does Sam actually fit in the bed?

Giulia: Ah yeah ketch too

Kat: Okay I know it’s super sad but these boys are looking GOOD

Giulia: I KNOW AND IM SANGRY

I’M STILL MOURNING OK 

C: How's Sam?

D: Not great.

Kat: Get ready babes

C: Sorry about Rowena.

Giulia: No i refuse

Zee: WHAT?

Nat : NO

Giulia: Fuck

Nat : Don't you throw this in Kat

D: You're sorry? Why didn't you just stick to the damn plan?

Giulia: I DON T WANNA WATCH 

C: He wanted to eat every last soul to take over Hell, Earth, and every...

D: Yeah, and we would've figured it out... after. With Rowena.

OK but listen...figuring it out later could have been worse , although it’s true that Rowena was a real great asset. Idk man I’m hurting

Giulia: i can feel dean’s anger

Nat : Dean control your anger

C: Something went wrong. You know this. Something always goes wrong.

D: Yeah, why does that something always seem to be you?

Kat: Oooohhhh boy

Nat : WHAT

Giulia: NO

Nat : DID YOU JUST SAY

Giulia: DEAN  U FUCK

you can see the shock and hurt and heartbreak on Cas’ face but it’s fine , it’s fine WE’RE FINE

C: You used to trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt. Now you can barely look at me.

They both so hurt and I cannot bear this

Zee: Can’t breathe

C: My powers are failing, and... 

yeah can we talk about that ? becasue...why the fuck

C: and I've tried to talk to you, over and over, and you just don't want to hear it. You don't care.

Nat : The eyeroll

Giulia: I HATE THIS SHIT

Kat: I know bb

SO ANGRY

C: I'm... dead to you.

SO SAD

Nat : The eyeroll

Giulia: I HATE THIS SHIT

Kat: I know bb

Giulia: IS THIS FANFIC

Giulia: I READ THIS 364830173 TIMES

C: You still blame me for Mary.

Giulia: NO

C: Well, I don't think there's anything left to say.

D: Where you going?

IS THIS FANFIC

Nat : CAS IS GOING AWAY

Nat : CAS STAY

Kat: You knew it was happening bb

Zee: WHAT

Zee: THE

Zee: FUCK

C: Jack's dead. Chuck's gone. You and Sam have each other. 

Giulia: NO THIS SONG

Nat : I know

Kat: I know

C:  I think it's time for me to move on.

Zee: STOP HIM YOU ASSUOLE

Nat : I knew it but I'm not happy about it

Kat: Group hug

Giulia: WELL DEAN LOOKS REGRETFUL SO AT LEAST THERE’S THAT 

Kat: As per usual. He lashes out then is sorry about it.

Nat : That's human

Giulia: HEY YALL CAN TALK TO MY CORPSE

Giulia: TRAILER TIME BECAUSE IM IN DENIAL

Giulia: MEH

Nat : Yeah well, the next ep is kinky

Giulia: gag me

Kat: Yup

Giulia: My heart is broken. This ep destroyed me

Kat: I know bb

Zee: DONT LIKE THE PROMO

Giulia: FUCK OFF THE PROMO I DON T GIVE 2 SHITS ABOUT IT

Kat: But Jensen directed

Zee: Dean was exceptionally assholy

Nat : We'll get Lumberjack Dean

Kat: That too

Giulia: dean is on a real fine thread

Giulia: I think that’s when there is samifer

Kat: Well the red was there And it was red when we see bearded!dean

Giulia: I currently don’t give a shit honestly

Kat: They’ll make up by the end

Giulia: Yeah i wanna see when

Giulia: Whatever I’m so tired

Giulia: Fuck off

Giulia: Im also pretty real sad.  And that hasn’t happened in long on spn

Kat: Jensen said in an interview it hasn’t happened yet so we’ll see

Zee: We all are

Kat: I know. I knew exactly how y’all would react

Giuls: Ok but it’s not even about destiel. I just hate to see them fight instead of working together

Giulia: My stomach hurts too now. I should go. Kat go the fuck to sleep. And nobody talks to me about the ep

Kat: I AM TALKIN TO ZEE

Giulia: Hush i can still hear you over the sound of my soul crying

Zee: In my defense, I told her to sleep

Kat: Give your soul a tissue

Kat: She did. Many times. I didn’t listen like usual

Giulia: That vinyl now looks real good to ease my pain. Not gonna lie

Zee: Take me with you. I’ll probably be a mile back but still

Giulia: I rewatched the end briefly because I’m a dumb bitch.  And yep, i can confirm i screamed into my pillow and got actually teary eyed and boi am I dumb to get actually tears for a tv show jesus and it’s only ep 3 but the threat of the ending is getting tight around my neck already and this is stupid, and fuck. And bye

Giulia: People are hating over everything right now

Kat: Yup. People hate Cas, people hate Dean, people hate the town (@Nat )  Plus, I think it, being the last season, makes people lash out more.

Nat : Hey

Kat: Did I lie?

Nat : No but it still hurts

Kat: Well they’re away from it now At least there’s that

Giulia: Why, where are they Idk

Kat: Do I have to say it?

Giulia: Say what

Kat: Where people are. I don’t think you wanna hear it

Giulia: Exactly

Kat: So we won’t say it lol

Giulis: For what it’s worth all the people throwing hate at Dean and Castiel can all suck my dick.

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[redandfranticfeelings]

in light of the final trailer finally dropping, i should finally post some of my bojack season 6 part 2 theories/predictions/guesses/hopes/etc.

warning: this gets very long!!! also, spoilers for everything, obviously.

the moore-carsons have to return. in fact, i think it’d be really interesting if the cold open of the first episode in part 2 was about charlotte. after all, there’s going to presumably be a flashback to bojack during the time when he was friends with charlotte and herb...

given that season 6 overall opened with a flashback to sarah lynn’s death, maybe season 6 part 2 will open on what happened in the moore-carson house after bojack left penny and charlotte behind? since those are the two major incidents that part 1 set up to bite bojack in the ass. however theyre also not anywhere in the trailer, meaning they might not physically show up, or maybe something about their appearance would be a huge spoiler.

we also see bojack return to the club where he did stand-up during the 80s. this is probably what triggers the above flashback. maybe this ties into the charlotte thing too, as mentioned above?

that scene of bojack with the letter from hollyhock has a lot of people talking, with how last season ended and how his hands shake holding it. interesting that it’s a letter and not a phone call or online message. this leads me to believe something physical must be in the letter, like money or some sort of memento or personal record. or maybe she just wants to be old-fashioned. it seems there is some issue b/w hollyhock and bojack because there’s an empty seat when he invites her to some sort of show he’s in, maybe with his wesleyan students. (also diane looks very unamused, even though she and bojack ended on a good note, which feeds the idea that this is after bojack did something bad or something bad about him came out. also, who are all these people in tuxes? are these waiters? is this tied to mr pb buying elefante?)

i actually believe hollyhock will learn about maddy but not about penny, and bojack will assume she knows about penny and forget completely about maddy. this will lead bojack to realize something i don’t think he really has even after all his development: he needs to care about the people he hurts who were never close to him, because they’re still people even if he didn’t want their attention and didn’t “lose” anything in hurting them.

many people have noted that doctor champ isn’t a legal therapist and thus might not be under disclosure agreements, which leads me to believe that he will release information about bojack out of pure spite. i also believe maddy could be doctor champ’s daughter, which would give him even more reason to hate bojack.

however i believe that if everything about bojack does come out...the public won’t really care. it feels within the show’s nature to make a story about how “cancel culture” doesn’t really hold up well and how people will learn about a celebrity, but not care about what they did as soon as some other news overshadows it, and the celebrity won’t really lose anything in their career most of the time. bojack will suffer personally but his career won’t suffer as a result of being “cancelled.” this might actually send him spiraling and maybe he will try to convict himself or something, if he’s still at that level of self-punishing behavior.

something really interesting is that bojack is talking to biscuits braxby, the host of the talk show where he and gina covered up the strangling story. the fact this is the person to whom he’s dumping all his angst...concerns me. is he coming clean about that? does gina know he’s coming clean about that?

speaking of gina, i think she will connect with kelsey after all, maybe even work on the movie. i think kelsey will see past the hollywoo bullshit and suspect gina isn’t being given a fair chance. idk if it’ll work out but it feels in-character for her. i just really hope we see more about kelsey’s movie and i hope it’s a success.

somebody else had to point this out for me to notice, but bojack appears as a...corpse?? in an episode of birthday dad. this means he must lose his teaching job somehow, or at least goes back to acting in LA during his break.

on the subject of mr peanutbutter, i have a lot of thoughts about where his plot is going to go. for a while i thought pickles was going to leave him for joey pogo because of how episode 7 seemed to imply mr pb would set them up and joey is a lot like mr peanutbutter except close to pickles in age and spirit. i assumed this would send mr peanutbutter into a deep depression due to being truly alone for the first time in his life, which would ironically get him fired from making speeches about depression because he becomes unmotivated and irritable, which are symptoms of depression considered “too ugly” for the mainstream (bjhm is just the show to drop that sort of message on us). however, this theory is muddled by both this and the netflix january trailer showing them still together. so if the above does happen, it probably won’t happen right away. (maybe pickles will propose a polyamorous relationship but mr peanutbutter will feel actually jealous?)

and while i don’t like the bojack suicide theory at all, if i have to pick a main character to die, i would put my money on mr peanutbutter, or at least that he’d get really badly hurt after putting on an impulsive grand gesture. his path in life is self-destructive and reckless in its own right, and when he loses everybody, i think he’ll lose himself. i picture him waiting outside diane’s old apartment not realizing she’s moved away for good, possibly getting sick on the sidewalk, hachiko style. however i’m not married to the idea of killing off any character.

on the subject of diane, i really like that we’re seemingly getting more focus on her issues again, and we get more art styles to demonstrate her angst. this one actually resembles the teenage diane from “the dog days are over” which means it could be a flashback. more info on diane’s childhood!

i also think guy’s son is going to muddle things for diane. as good as guy treats her, the son seems to be a major issue with guy, and diane has made it clear she doesn’t want kids so any long-term commitment probably won’t work out. i do hope things don’t end badly for her, and i really hope she doesn’t run back to mr peanutbutter or bojack. maybe she’ll take time to focus on herself and finish that book?

another interesting turn would be if maybe diane’s book ends up being about something that makes her happy rather than something that she thinks is important but stresses her out. or maybe she finds people who will listen to her and actually help her make change in the world, maybe not immediately, but in the long run.

as for princess carolyn i think her plot seems pretty straightforward. the only thing that seems to be implied is a stronger relationship with judah. i wonder if he’ll move in with her, since he’s in her apartment in one of the trailer scenes? she also goes to see him play in a band which seems to suggest we will learn more about judah and PC will get to know him as a person. i wonder if they’ll tease the idea of them as a romantic item, but i don’t think that would stick, though judah is a great man. (maybe we’ll learn he had a partner all along, or maybe he’s aromantic, or maybe he simply doesn’t want to date PC and make things weird knowing how her other work romances blew up in her face.)

as for todd, i’m wondering what’s up with his mom. i wonder if she gave him shit for his asexuality? all we know is she kicked him out of the house and he has some issue with her that makes his sunny attitude sink very quickly. i’m assuming she must have been cold and judgmental towards him like bojack used to be, but maybe even moreso. she probably wanted him to be more serious or something and he couldn’t follow through. i assume she’ll recover fully from her ailments (because they probably don’t want to try to top free churro) and maybe try to become close to todd again through some zany adventures (maybe tied to the reason she was in a coma). i feel like it won’t perfectly work out, though. todd and his father might be able to become closer, though.

i don’t know why margo martindale is threatening todd either, maybe she needs him for a caper? that’s bound to be wacky. imagine if margo is somehow tied to his mother?

todd’s bunny gf looks adorable, and i hope this relationship goes well. i notice maude has some family pictures up and i wonder if her being a rabbit will be relevant, because of the stereotype of rabbit families being so big. maybe her parents will want her to have kids but she’s unsure because she’s asexual. maybe she and todd will evetually have kids through nonsexual means, like adoption or sperm donation, if only because he’s so great with ruthie and the exploration earlier in the season of his family relationships might add some fuel to an arc about him as a father. however i wouldn’t die on this hill, though i do feel like maude and todd will work out.

in fact, i noticed todd is in formal wear during part of the promo and a lot of people from todd stories are there like emily’s firefighter boyfriend and the assistant from when todd was a ceo. initially i thought maybe this was a wedding party but then i realized maude is in the background talking to princess carolyn. i wondered if maybe this is for the peanutbutter and pickles wedding. however since todd is schmoozing and mr pb is giving out drinks, i think it must be something tied to both of them, so maybe a pb living related party?

(the following shot has pickles in formal wear but mr peanutbutter isn’t, and pb looks sad, so she’s going somewhere fancy without him which interests me, maybe connected to the above “pickles tries to date both joey pogo and peanutbutter but pb is jealous and depressed” theory)

i have a feeling they’ll do a time skip of substantial length for the final moments of the show. something that show’s bojack and his friends’ legacy or lack thereof. we can see an older ruthie, and how hollywoo changes, and how people remember bojack if they even do. it could end very bittersweet this way. but that’s just a wild guess, lol.

#bojack horseman #bojack spoilers #bojack season 6

[zelink-nalu]

Not a monster part 1

A/N: So this takes place about 2 years after Inky's "Birth" and this is basically how Tom actually realised that Inky wasn't really a monster and was actually harmless.

Also... WOW! Would ya look at that! I made fic this time! I'm also going to ask you to be gentle with me because it's the first time that I'm making a story, and since I'm already bad at writting in French, this bound to be not very good.

Now... Enough with that and let's get on with that story, shall we?

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???'s POV.

Why... Why did they do this to me?

I don't understand... Did I do something wrong?

Whatever I did, I promise I won't do this again!

So please... Someone... Anyone... Please, let me out of here...

It hurts... It hurts so much.

Thomas' POV.

'Why am I the one who has to do this?' Tom asked himself for what felt like the thosandth time.

Earlier, while he was fixing a broken pipe with Wally, one of his coworkers from Gent came to him and told him that Mr. Drew needed him for something important. 'What does that man want from me?' the head mechanic thought. So he went to the boss' office to know what did he want.

"Alright Mr. Drew, what is it that you need me for?" Tom asked.

"I want you to go dow to the Main Ink Machine and visit that abomination you and the other gus at Gent create. Don't worry! I made sure that it can't harm anyone!" he quickly added when he noticed the other man's worried face. "But I still want you to check if it hasn't tried to escape and pour this on it and it's chains." Joey handed him a bottle full of a strange liquid.

"What's it for?" he asked, not really sure if he even wanted to know the answer.

"It's a 'warning'. It's too make that demon doesn't get any idea of trying to escape. I made it myself! It's a mixtur-" he stopped listening after that.

Now he was at the massive entrance of the machine. His heart was pounding from the fear and aprehansion he was feeling. He hesitated for a moment and looked through the glass at the sides of the door. He saw the ink making the silhouette of the studio's main star in one of them. The silhouette was perfectly on-model.

He took a deep breath then turned back to the door. His hand was hovering over the lever that would open the door of the demon's prison. "Don't worry! I made sure that it can't harm anyone!" Joey's words kept playing in his head like a broken record player and he couldn't help wondering, how exactly did his colleages manage that. I mean last time he checked, that creature was about 8 feet tall (maybe even taller), clawed hands and  had huge strong looking black wings with claws at each!

After a few seconds of hesitation, he finally decided to pull the lever, his curiosity getting the best of him, and entered the big room but stopped imediately in his track at what he saw.

"Don't worry! I made sure that it can't harm anyone!"

Yeah... No shit...

Now he understood how they managed to keep it at bay. The demon was pratically surrounded by chains! It was forced to sit on a throne-like chair by chains going through its shoulders, hands and feet(or are they hooves?). There were chains going around him and the chair, keeping the wings tightly folded behind it. The thing only that could move was the demon's spaded tail.

But the worst part was the shackle around its neck.

Several small bars penetrated its neck to keep the shackle in place. Tom winced at the sight. No wonder why he was hearing a ragged breathing! It must be difficult to breath properly with a blocked airway. It was a miracle the demon could still breath!

While he was approaching, he noticed movement from the creature.

It... It was trembling and flinching, from the pain of its wounds rubbing on the shackles, at the same time.

At first the man thought it because of the pain but when he noticed that the closer he came, the more the slight trembling became a horrible shaking, how it was trying to make itself as small as possible and was just a whimpering, melting, shaking mess, it was easy to see that it was from fear. Even its face showed absolute terror. Which was surprisingly very expressive for being half covered in ink.

Saying that Tom was confused would be a huge understatement. He just couldn't comprehend the fact that the demon in front of him would be afraid of an average man like him. It was clear to him that this creature could tear him to shreds if it wasn't chained. The fact that it seemed afraid of him made it very disturbing too. It meant that it was capable of feeling human emotions, which should not be possible! Hell it shouldn't even exist!

But... It -no he - does... And right now, he was like a terrified child.

'Oh god...' Tom thought when he realised something. 'He is a just a child' The realisation made him sick. This meant that they locked and chained a child. And they did that just because he wasn't perfect.

He looked back at the demon and saw that the trembling and the terrified look lessened,

and was replaced by a curious and maybe concern too. Tom really hopped that the last one was only his imagination. Because he sure as hell didn't deserve that.

The mechanic sighed deeply and was about to rub his face from the exhaustion of the day, 

until he heard a croaked whine. When he looked at where the sound came from he saw that the inky kid was back to shaking horribly.

He then remenmbered the bottle that Joey gave him. When he raised the hand that was gripping the bottle, the demon began shaking and whining more.

'Why is he so terrified of this?' he asked himself. He then tried to remember what Joey said about it. It was something about it being a 'warning' and that he should 'pour it on the demon and on his chains'. He sighed, this didn't answer his question...

His eyes widened when he remembered a part of Joey's explaination he was sure he stopped listening to.

'-it's a mixture of acetone and Holy Water. I found out that, while the acetone unfortunately doesn't kill it, it does seem to affect it! Quite painfully might I add!' he smiled with glee at that. 'And I'm sure don't have to explain the Holy Water.'

Tom felt he was going to throw up. This... This was sick!

He wanted to throw that instrument of torture as far away as possible! But he knew that the sudden movement and noise might scare the poor kid more. Besides, Joey would ask about it if he came back without it. So he decided to do something else.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." he said softly and hopefully reassuringly, while backing away slowly. The demon was loking at him curiously and perplexed but least he calmed down a bit. When the man was satisfied by the distance, he opened the bottle and poured the content on the ground. After all, Drew would expect him to come back with an empty bottle.

Now the demon seemed so surprised that he completely stopped shaking. Tom decided that it was better this way.

He then slowly walked back to the demon trying to be as less intimidating as possible and when the ink creature flinched he stopped and said: "It's okay kid. The bad water is gone now and, like I said earlier, I ain't gonna' hurt you." After a few minutes, he took tentative step and when the demon didn't react, he walked closer until he was a feet away from him and slowly and carefully put his hand on the demon's head, between his horns. The demon leaned to the touch and even purred softly (at least as well as he could with a blocked airway) when Tom began petting him.

"You're just a big cat, ain't ya?" he chuckled. But his warm smile was quickly replaced by a frown. Now that closer he could clearly how his inky skin tried to close the wounds but ended up closing on the shakles. 'This looks painful' he thought. He then noticed that the demon has fallen asleep.

He smiled softly and decided that it was time for him to go. So he picked up the empty bottle and went back to Joey's office. When he entered the office, he had a hard time keeping his composure.

"So... Did you do it?" Joey asked with an unreadable face. Tom knew he couldn't trust his voice to not betray him, so he decided to just put the empty bottle on the table, a bit too harshly. Joey only glanced at it for half a second. Then smiled, looking disturbingly happy, and exclaimed:

"Excellent! This will your other job. Once a week I'll call you to my office and give you another bottle and you'll do the same thing as today. What do you think Tommy?" Again, not trusting his voice, he just shrugged.

"Fantastic! You can go now, you're dismissed." He said while waving the mechanic off dismissively.

When Tom went back upstairs, he was tackled by his worried wife. He hugged her but decided not to tell her the actual Truth when she asked him where he was all this time, so he just told her that Joey needed him for something related to the Ink Machine. She frowned but, thankfully, didn't question it.

Next Week he'll ask the inky demon some questions.

Huh. 'Inky' actually suits him, maybe he should call him that.

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Whew! Finally done with the first part of this story!

Hope you liked it!

And a little reminder, I'm French and I'm still learning English! So if there are any errors, please point them. I promise I won't mind since I'll need that to improve my English!

So see ya in the next chapter! Buh bye!

#Wingless au #Wingless fic #prequel #thomas connor #joey drew #Inky #my batim au #Allison Connor #random Gent worker #Nalu writes

[edengate5]

She Wolf 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

There is no way, no how I am doing this! We really don't need the radio waves, do we? Ugh! Fuck, we do. I need to do this. It is just a few ladders up, to get the switch on. This would help Dutch out, get him in touch with people who would eventually help me out.

"You sure I can't persuade you to go up instead, Jim bo," I ask, looking at the high reaching radio tower. After our lunch, we take a small hike down to the radio tower, destroying another shrine on our way here. I thought the switch would be in the office, but nope. Dutch informs me, its on the tower. High above. At the tippy top. Fuck me.

"You got money to pay me, Deputy? I know you save me and all, but there are somethings that aren't free," Jim said, refusing to help little old me. I scoff in annoyance. I hate heights. I really hate heights. I hate flying too. Shayna was surprise to hear that I drove for hours on end just to get here. There is no force on this earth that's going to make me get on an airplane. Well maybe my job, but nothing else.

I sigh, knowing I am losing time here. I salute Jim.

"It's been nice knowing you, Jim. I know you need to get back to your family," I inform him, since he is not going up this thing. He nods and says his goodbyes. I thank him for helping me with the station and another shrine we just hit.

"You got this. One step at a time," I mumble to myself as I go up the ladder. Once I hit a platform, I crawl to the ladder and slowly get up. The first platform is okay for me, but once I hit the second platform, fear made me its prey. I didn't want to do this. My fingers grab onto the grate of the platform, trembling at how high I am. This is too far high. I might fall and break my neck, or worse. DEATH!

I let a whimpering, closing my eyes. Creaking trees and the breeze, my nerves are on high alert. This is completely bull shit. Come on, Rhea. Get angry! You need to hurry up, but this pep talk is not helping.

"Hey, Rook. I know what you're thinking and no I ain't gonna have you climbing towers all over the county for me, so don't worry…..also try not to fall from up there."

I choke on a sob, not wanting to be there at all.I wipe my tears away and look up. I have one more platform to go. I can do this. I let go of the grate of my death grip and pull myself up with the ladder. One step at a time.

Four.

  Oh Shit! It's moving. ITS MOVING!

    Three.

  Two…...One. Finally, I reach the lever, my body shaking as if I'm walking on a wobbly bridge. I hear it turn on, hopefully Dutch has -

"Hey Deputy. I'm getting a stronger signal now. Head back to the bunker. The fog should be clearing soon by tomorrow, which means we can get you off this island and start helping people in Hope County," Dutch radios in. Clutching to the wires and not caring how dangerous it is, I un-clip my radio and respond to him. It would be dark soon, so it is better to head back and start early tomorrow.

"Deputy here. Coming back asap," I said, getting down from there. I take my time getting down, before jumping the last two steps. Never again! I really don't like heights. I look around the tower, hoping to loot somethings. I find nothing and make my way towards the bunker.

"Oh shit...Deputy, get here fast. I'm pickin' up something new outta Holland Valley. It's a broadcast from John...You need to see this." Dutch said, worrying me. This can't be good. It's probably some sick thing of getting the sinner and protecting Eden's gate thing.

Walking down the path, I don't rush to the bunk. I have little food in my stomach to go wasting one end of the island. I past the station, seeing the civilians, cleaning up the place. I wave at them, going on my merry way. They wave back before going out of sight.

I hope everything would fall into place. Wishful thinking, I know it's going to be nothing but hell for me. When I get my hands on Joseph, I'm going to tear him apart. He should know his place.

Nearing the bunker, I smell around, seeing if someone is following me. Just in case, they knew about the cameras around here. I try to open the door, seeing it is open. I bet Dutch knew I was close by. I close and lock it behind me, before descending down. I already know Dutch would be in his red room, gathering information. I enter it, setting my bag on the table. Dutch is writing down something before putting it on the board. He looks at me with pity?

"Take a seat, Deputy," Dutch said, showing me the way. My eyebrows furrow. What's going on? I take a seat and he raise the volume up to this broadcast.

At first, it was static coming through before it starts. It is a very close up of someone wearing a blue pattern shirt. They turn around and its John 's picture of him did not do him justice. What strikes me the most are his baby blue eyes, reminding me of blue jays flying around winter. What a handsome guy he is. For a moment, I thought he and I could talk this out.

"We are all sinners. Every one of us."

Welp. There goes that plan. He fuck it up by opening his mouth. I mean he is a good looking guy, but horrible personality I can tell. I mean what is with his broadcast. It's like a late night infomercial during Toonami. Not important and lame. Oh god it even has background music.

"You. Me. Even the Father knows deeply of sin. It's a poison that clouds the mind,"

…...Fuck he is good.I need to be careful with this one. Unlike his brother Joseph, John hasn't lost his sanity just yet. His morals maybe. He is a bitch. A smart bitch, who uses the system to hijack that child's support money from the baby daddy.

"What if I told you, you can be free of sin? What if I told you that everything you ever dreamed could come true? What if I told you that everything could be overcome if you embrace an idea,"

John is selling everything and giving me used car salesman tactics realness up in here. I mean this is pretty good for being amateur productions. Hell even the homeless looking Peggies are selling it. The camera gives me another angle and I get a glimpse of my partner. Joey Hudson. Tied up and duct taped.

I grip onto the arms of the chair, and really study this broadcast, learning who is there, hopefully where it is, how does John acts and anything Joey might give me.

"Come on partner. Give me some Morse code. Anything," I whisper out loud.

"That freedom from sin can come from the power of just one word…" John raises his hands, the camera panning out to the word YES. People were clapping and cheering or is it a recording? My gasp as not only Hudson was brought out, but my sister. My poor, out of it sister.

Both of them look like they were drag through the mud, and the fear etching itself onto their face. Hudson looks like she put up some fight until she couldn't fight anymore. Her mascara running as if she was crying for hours on end. Sigh…..I told her to buy the waterproof one, but noooooo she had to go cheap.

My sister seams out of it. Like a twink of the deep end. Her head has bandages around it, blood staining it. Black hair sticking out like a madwoman, and her hazel eyes out of focus. Her skin looks like an ashy brown color. She can barely walk let alone stand by herself. A head injury, which explains the cut off connections. I let out a sigh of relief though. They look like their injuries are being taken care of. For now.

"Yes, I am a sinner. Yes I wish to be unburdened. Yes...I must be redeemed. If you are watching this, know that you have been selected. You will be cleansed. You will confess your sins, and you will be offered atonement."

"Sick fuck," Dutch harshly whispers, stepping away. He starts to pace around the room while I watch the rest.

"Don't worry you don't have to do anything. We'll come for you...Welcome to Eden's Gate."

I have a death grip on the chair, watching my helpless sister like that. John Seed. You really fuck with the wrong family. I decided to go after him as I see him close his hands around my sister's neck.

"Sorry, Dep. It seems that John has your partner and your little sister," he said. I let out a small laugh. A lot of people confuse me as the big sister because of our size.

"John Seed has my big sister, Dutch. Tomorrow, I will give him my answer. I'm going to burn his whole operation to the ground, then I'm going to kill him like the animal he is," I snarl at the end. Dutch doesn't say anything, doesn't show any emotion at all.

I take a few breaths in and out. My whole body just wants to run out there and save my Beta. My sister, but I know better. I need to plan it out. The T.V goes back to the commercial again. This is the only thing I have into getting information on him. Slowly, I start to grin, a smile covering half of my face.

"This is perfect!" I exclaim, holding the T.V for a bit. I look at Dutch and he is confused like a teen girl with her period for the first time.

"I need paper and something to write," I ask of him. He goes over to a drawer and gives me the stuff I need. I go back on the chair, sitting Indian style and watching the broadcast over and over again.

"You aren't going to watch this over and-"

"Yes. Don't you see!. With this, I can see how he acts, what he wants everyone to believe in, his mannerism. This broadcast will ruin him. With my B.A in Criminology and Masters in Psychology, I am going to analyze this to the minuscule of details," I said, not letting my eyes leave the screen. Dutch mutters something and leaves me here.

With every rerun, I write something done, writing everything that comes to mind. Ignoring Dutch, I continue to watch this over and over again.

Dutch left for a while, probably to relax and away from hearing John's voice over and over again. He comes in with some type of soup and crackers at first. I devour it, not tasting how bland it is.

I quickly write down more as I look around the background of the video. The Peggies seem new, not used to carrying a gun. Some of them even have their fingers on the trigger, which means they don't have training in gun's safety. Hell their stance are shit too. Now, I'm only focusing on him and him alone.

Dutch sets another meal in front of me. This time fish with some canned peas and corn.

"I think that's enough, Deputy. It's already ten p.m. Take a rest and start fresh tomorrow," Dutch kindly said to me. I go over and lower the volume to silence the broadcast and deeply sigh. He is right. I need a long deep sleep to get my body it's time to fully rest.

"Yea. I'll head to one of the spare cots you have and thank you for the meal. Is it okay to bounce off ideas, Dutch? I have some theories," I mumble the last part. I brush my hair back behind my ear to see his surprises.

"Sure. Lay it on me," he said, taking a crate to sit on. I stretch my legs, getting the flow of blood in them before taking my list from the desk.

"So I notice some things: One: His Peggies do not have any gun training. Two: He was an abused victim or has a kink with self mutilation. I see that he had a scar on his chest with blood still visibly there. Which leads me to believe to Three:" I rant, stopping to put some food in my mouth. I wipe my mouth to continue.

"Three: He gets off with hurting people, playing with people's lives and being the one to save them like his brother save him," I ended with that. I look up to see that Dutch is impress with my find.

"And ya find that all with just his broadcast. While I be damn, we might have hope to take back the whole county," Dutch compliments me. I flip my hair back and relish in the praise.

"Aww thanks. I'm still paying those student loans though," I said, reminding myself about how much in debt I'm already in. Dutch lets out a chuckle.

"Well, when this is over, I will personally help you out-"

"It's about 98,600 dollars loan, Dutch" I cut him off. His jaw drops and curses.

"Yep, but look at the uses of those degrees. Taking out a cult in Montana,saving people lives and shit," I said, finishing my meal.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Dutch," I said, picking up my plate. He says his goodnight and I place the dirty plate in the sink. I'll clean up tomorrow. I head to the room with the bunk beds in them. I take off my shoes and just lay on it. I finally know where my sister is. Soon, Shayna. I'm coming for you. Soon, I'll change and rip his throat out and paint the walls red with his blood. He will see the monster we truly are and we shall devour him.

#john seed #far cry 5 #far cry deputy #jacob x deputy #faith x deputy #werewolf deputy #john seed x deputy #jacob seed #jacob seed x deputy #faith seed

[rosebloodcat]

Lion’s Body, Serpent’s Tail pt1

Honestly, I’m a little stuck on how to continue this one. Feedback and Suggestions are welcome. Really.

Harry had hidden in a back corner of the Toy Department, sitting on the floor with his tail curled around his feet. Hoping to finally have a quiet place for him to sit down and think.

In a fashion that reminded him of being in Hogwarts again; by the next day, everyone in the studio not only knew Henry and Joey had gotten into a fight, they also knew that Bendy had collapsed and that somehow Joey had turned Harry into Bendy, and now he had his memories back.

The only consolation (in his mind) was that they didn’t try to treat him like he was frail, or damaged by whatever had happened to him.

He couldn’t remember being changed, and they believed him. But they did seem to feel the need to hover over him a bit. As Bendy, he’d had the mindset of a child, and they had treated him like one (for the most part), and now they were working to connect their coworker to the face of the childish toon they had spent most of the week with.

Joey, while he hadn’t been separated from everyone, had at least three people keeping an eye on him. And even with the kicked puppy look he had, he never once argued it. He understood that there was a reason for the suspicion and that he had broken the trust of his co-workers (and his friend), and would have to earn it back over time.

Harry planned to call Mrs. Monroe later in the day, but he needed a few moments to himself to plot out what he was going to say to her.

Rappaport's Law was the major issue for him, and what posed the largest risk right then. (And it was such a stupid Law. Couldn’t they see that isolation was exactly what caused the incident that made that law in the first place?)

He knew it was, would be repealed in the future, it was one of the few historical things he could remember from Hermione’s ranting about the subpar classes taught by Binns, but right then it was still active. And therefore, still an issue.

He knew they wouldn’t be inclined to get rid of Harry himself since he was an “exception” in the laws due to his time displacement, and due to the prophecy related to him in the future. They couldn’t risk it being something serious that could land them in major trouble later. Because of that, the DoM were the only ones that really knew about his presence (though they may have told the President about him, he wasn’t really sure though).

The only thing he could think of was presenting the situation as a “social experiment” to them since it was obvious that no one at the studio seemed to really have any problems with magic. No one had really gotten upset about Bendy suddenly being real when Joey had presented him to the rest of the staff, they all just seemed to roll with it.

Even after learning he was actually Harry, it didn't seem to bother them. Or even that he had been magical before that.

It was harder to think of ways to convince them they should allow the exception than it was to find reasons for them to not just alter everyone’s memories and leave.

There were too many records of Harry’s presence for them to not figure out someone was missing from the staff. There were a huge number of recordings of Harry voicing Bendy, and Grant kept excellent records of the Studio's finances and the pay that went to the employees. Not to mention all the records Joey kept in his office, the health records for the infirmary, the little notes the other employees all had about him in their homes, they would notice if he was suddenly just gone, and there was no explanation why.

And Joey had already proved he could effectively use magic (even if it was in the form of a ritual).

Joey had explained why he had done what he had to Harry (under threat of another beatdown from Henry), he wanted to bring the toons their studio had created to life because of how much they meant to everyone. But the only rituals he could find for doing that involved sacrificing someone with a strong connection to what he wanted to create since Joey himself wasn't inherently magical and a person without any magic of their own couldn’t make something from nothing.

But he’d discovered that, if he performed the first ritual with someone that was magical, their magic would soak into the objects used to allow him to make the rest of the toons without having to do any more sacrifices. And he had set up the ritual to only change Harry, without actually killing him, while still infusing the tools with Harry’s magic. He had also wanted to give Harry a ‘second childhood’, so to speak, since he seemed to think Harry had grown up in a harsh situation.

(Was Harry an abused kid? He… He honestly didn’t know. The Dursleys hadn’t been good people, they had never been good people, but… Had the way they raised him really been abusive?)

As well-meaning as he may have tried to be, it was entirely possible Joey would try a ritual like that again. And there was a very real chance things wouldn’t turn out as well as they had with Harry. If they took Harry away and erased the man’s memory, what would stop him from just trying again? With someone that wasn't magical? Or something worse?

The idea made him sick, but it was very possible. If Joey was willing to use a living person in a ritual once then, given a bit more time, he would probably do it again.

“Harry?” Harry looked up to see Henry standing over him, a worried look on his face. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Are you alright? Is something wrong?”

He gave a weak smile and shrugged.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just… I just needed some space to think.” He murmured. Henry watched him for a moment, frowning slightly, then nodded.

“If you say so, Harry.” He said softly. Harry wanted to sigh but held it back. “You said about talking to your landlady soon, right? Is she magic too?”

Harry nodded, the tip of his tail twitching subconsciously, bumping against the side of his leg. It was easier to talk to Henry about this sort of thing, he had a much better idea of when to push and when to just let things lie.

“Do you think she might know a way to…” He hesitated, then vaguely gestured at Harry’s changed body.

“Fix this? I have no idea. Probably not,” Harry muttered with another shrug, idling twirling the tip of his tail around his finger. “I’d never even heard of something like this even being possible. But there’s always the chance she could know something I don’t.”

There was a moment of silence, then he heard Henry sigh. The man slumped down onto the floor beside him, draping an arm over Harry’s smaller shoulders and tugging him against his side. (Part of Harry wanted to squirm away from the contact, another just wanted to curl up into Henry’s warmth and never leave)

“I meant what I said the other day, Harry. I still plan on helping find a way to get you back to normal…”

“I know Henry, I know. But that’s not what I’m worried about…” He mumbled, finally surrendering and letting his head fall against Henry’s side. The man blinked in surprise at that.

“It’s… Not? Then what are you worried about? I want to help...” Harry hesitated, debating trying to explain the laws of MACUSA right then, but simply sighed and shook his head.

“I’ll explain it later Henry. After I’ve talked with Mrs. Monroe. It’s just… It’s really complicated. And I’ll need some other input on what I can say.”

Harry finally worked up the nerve to make the call in the afternoon. He had taken over one of the offices (after politely booting everyone else from the room). He stood quietly by the desk where the phone sat, holding it to the side of his head while listening to the ringtone, his tail twisting and flicking behind him.

He hoped Mrs. Monroe would be willing to listen, she didn’t seem the sort to jump to conclusions, but he didn’t want to take a chance. He really didn’t want a fuss to be made that could draw too much attention to himself or the Studio. It would only cause trouble for them all.

He nearly jumped when the line was finally picked up. (He probably had, toon logic and all)

“Hello?” He swallowed nervously and spoke.

“M-Mrs. M? It’s me, Harry.”

“Harry?! Oh my goodness, are you alright? Where have you been? Are you okay?” Harry felt himself smile slightly at the concern in her tone.

“I… I’m okay, f-for the most part. It’s hard to explain over the phone but… Something, well, something happened to me. Something magic related.” Harry said, rubbing at the back of his head subconsciously. “This... this is definitely an Unspeakable thing though… Could you come to the Studio after hours? It would be easier if I could talk to you in person.”

There was a moment of silence at the other end of the line, then;

“Is there any specific specialty I should bring with me?” Harry hesitated, then took a fortifying breath.

“Rituals, and maybe transfiguration.”

“Alright Harry, I trust you. I’ll come by with a specialist after sundown.” Harry nodded without thinking.

“Thank you, Mrs. Monroe. I’ll see you then,” he said. He hung up the phone. Now he just had to wait for them to arrive. And to not let himself fall into a panic before then.

#harry potter #harry potter crossover #hp #hp crossover #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the ink machine crossover #batim #batim crossover #voice actor Harry #bendy harry #batim henry #joey drew

[sweetnestor]

odlt extra #2 | a plethora of difficulties

March 2018, aka the night of ethan’s drunk stream. drink responsibly kiddos.

PREVIOUS FICS (u should read these if ur new here)(srsly this is ethan x oc)

The magic number for this month was nine. I was one week away from being exactly nine months sober. I was proud, and I had also run out of people to give my chips to. The last person to receive a chip from me was Amy, and that was two months ago.

Anyway, every anniversary I always end up reflecting on my progress. Yes, I quit drinking. That meant I had to find other ways to cope with my never ending, always frustrating social anxiety. That was a particularly hard thing to deal with, and it was really annoying.

Drinking excessively? Over it. Suicide attempt? Like it never even happened. Depressive episode who? Don’t know her. Social anxiety? Yeah, she’s a BITCH.

I was trying, though, and Ethan told me that trying always counts.

I’ve managed to be around my close circle of friends (Mark, Amy, Tyler, Kathryn, and Jack when he was in the country) without feeling the deadly temptation. I was comfortable around them because they’ve witnessed my bad moments with alcohol… and my bad moments in general. If I ever was feeling triggered, I had my ways to combat it.

One thing I have found useful and productive in my sober time was my unconditional and insatiable need to mother the shit out of my boyfriend when he couldn’t do it himself. Over time, I had become the permanent designated driver for not just Ethan, but also his friends outside the team. It helped all of them save Uber money, and it eased my mind knowing that they all got home safely. It also helped me get comfortable around the friends I didn’t know as well, so then maybe I could actually be out and about with them in the future. Yeah, Ethan threw up in the passenger seat one time, but at least it was in the safety of my car. And yes, it was a bitch to clean up. And no, the friends that witnessed that moment have not let him live it down.

Aside from blowing chunks in inconvenient spaces, the times when Ethan would drink a little too much were tricky to deal with. When I would get him inside his apartment, he wouldn’t make it to his room. He would settle for the couch and insist on taking me with him. He was also very handsy and always wanted to kiss me, despite the liquor breath. Once I made it clear I wasn’t interested, he would back off and fall asleep.

Tonight was a little different. I headed over to Ethan’s apartment after working at the office like I normally would. He was walking out of his recording room as I entered the apartment. It took a second for me to notice his droopy eyes and dopey grin. And then I saw the bottle of Jack in his hand. Oh.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked as I closed the front door behind me.

Ethan looked up and smiled wide. “Bella!” He opened his arms and walked towards me.

He was a cuddly drunk too. Can’t complain about that.

“Me and Brian just recorded some videos,” he told me as he pressed my head against his chest. “Mm, I missed you.”

I giggled as I pulled out of his grasp. I looked up at him, trying to determine just how intoxicated he was. “So how much have you had?”

He chuckled and held up a finger, like he had some big, rousing story as to how he got in this situation. “Listen… when you watch the videos, you will understand.” He spoke slowly and fumbled on his speech.

“How much?” I asked again.

“Ten - No, twelve shots,” he replied. “Twelve, I think.”

I hid my shocked expression well. “I see. And what are you gonna do now?”

“I’m gonna go pee. And I’m taking this with me.” He held up the bottle. “‘Cause you’re not allowed…”

And he strode off into the bathroom.

It’s one thing to drop him off at his friend’s house or at a bar. It was easy for me to have that distance and do my own thing. Now I was torn between going home and staying to take care of him. I should go home because I still get triggered by alcohol and being around drunk people. But I should stay because Ethan was hammered and he was alone in his own apartment. Who else was going to take care of him?

I took a deep breath and marched over to the fridge. As soon as I opened it, all I saw was beer and expensive whiskey. But no, I was better than this. I’ve stayed in Ethan’s apartment many times, knowing there was alcohol in here. It took me a moment to reach for the orange Gatorade, but I did it. However, I did pretend it was tequila or vodka as I drank some of it. Just because you’re clean, don’t mean you don’t miss it.

Then I heard gagging and retching in the bathroom. It was quick and followed by the toilet flushing. Guess I can’t have Gatorade now.

Ethan stepped out of the bathroom like nothing happened. He walked over, still having a grin on his face.

“I’m gonna stream now,” he said casually.

I chuckled. “Okay, sure.”

“No, really. I already tweeted it.”

This was going to be harder than I thought. I checked my phone, and there was indeed a tweet linking to Ethan’s Twitch channel. Dammit.

“Are you sure, bubby?” I asked, trying to get on his sweet side. “You just got sick, don’t you wanna go to bed?”

Ethan took two clumsy steps towards me. He reached up and stroked my bottom lip with his thumb, evidently smearing my lipstick.

“You can wait for me in bed, baby,” he told me as he attempted to wink. “Keep your lipstick on. I like it.”

I would have laughed had it not been for the circumstances. Here I thought he listened to me better when he was intoxicated.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drunk stream,” I suggested, getting anxious as I wiped just below my mouth.

“But the community!” he whined. “I can’t disappoint them! I promised a drunk stream! It has to happen, Bella!”

I rolled my eyes, now getting impatient. “You’re gonna regret it tomorrow, but go off!”

Ethan’s face fell a little bit. “Don’t be mean to me… I’m just trying to have fun!”

“I’m not-” I stopped myself, realizing there was no point in arguing. “Okay, you made the decision. Have your fun! And take this too, you’re gonna need it.” I gave him the Gatorade.

Let him regret it in the morning.

“Okay, I’ll try to be quick.” He leaned in and kissed the top of my head. “I love you.”

“Love you,” I mumbled as I went over to the couch.

Of course I watched everything go down from my laptop. It was entertaining to say the least, but it also made my stomach feel heavy. Should I have tried harder to stop him?

I hesitated to mod the chat on Twitch, but I eventually signed on and made my presence known. First message I saw? “Bella, come get ya mans!” Honey, I fucking tried. I figured, as long as I don’t make it known that we’re in the same apartment, it shouldn’t be a problem, right? People don’t have to know that I let him get this messy, right?

“Oh, hi Bella,” Ethan said in the stream when he looked at the chat. “Everyone say hi to Bella!”

“Hiiiiii Bellaaaaa,” repeated his friends in exaggerated, flamboyant tones.

The first response I noticed in the chat was from Kathryn. And that was only because she texted me over the phone first.

“Should we be worried?”

On Twitch: “sup fam”

I responded in the chat first. “Hey queen.”

Over text: “He should be fine. If things get even messier then I’ll step in.”

Kathryn replied quickly. “Oh you’re there with him? You good fam?”

“lol yeah it’s all good. Keeping an eye on the boyf keeps me occupied.”

As the stream continued, Ethan took two more shots. He also drank the Gatorade I gave him, so he was attempting to stay hydrated. He was already really far gone, though.

“Brian, Brian… I love you,” Ethan slurred, clearly out of his mind.

“I’ll kill you!” Brian replied, causing everyone to laugh.

“Don’t let your girlfriend hear you say that, Earthan,” Joey added.

I snorted. My boring, sober ass couldn’t keep up anymore.

“Bella knows I love her,” Ethan told them. “I love her so much…”

“Here we fucking go,” I mumbled as I typed in the chat. “lol I could never come between you and the bagel.”

The chat went wild. Ethan missed it because he had accidentally called his mother. What I would have given to hear that conversation.

After that, things got weird. Ethan somehow logged himself out of the Discord chat with his friends. He was confused, and it showed on his drunk face. His eyes were also drooping enough for people in the chat to take notice. To top it all off, Ethan put his head down on what I assumed was the microphone, but it shifted and he practically went limp.

That was when I got up and went to the recording room. Ethan was pulling off his headphones and talking to Siri. He slowly turned towards me as I entered the room. He was so out of it.

“Is the stream over?” I asked quietly, not wanting to be overheard.

“Yeah, I ended it,” he replied softly. He moved to get up but suddenly paused. “Ugh, I don’t feel good.”

I quickly ran out of the room, grabbed the bin from the bathroom and returned. Ethan took it and held it in his lap, waiting.

While he puked up the alcohol, I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and found the Tylenol. As I went to the kitchen, I heard Ethan retching into the trash can. I got a glass of water and took it to the bedroom. I placed the glass and the painkillers on the bedside table, and then I pulled the blanket back on the bed for when Ethan wanted to lie down.

He came out of the recording room with the little trash bag tied up. He was wasted and he looked miserable. I gently took the bag from him.

“Brush your teeth and go lie down,” I told him.

“Yes, Miss,” he slurred back.

“And don’t be nasty,” I added before going to dump the trash.

As I went out to the dumpster, I mentally prepares myself. The end of the night could be good or bad, depending on how much Ethan drank. Tonight was already a bad night, I just had to get him to sleep soon. Remember when I said Ethan was handsy?

Okay, let me clear this up: I don’t mind having a cuddly drunk of a boyfriend. It’s actually really sweet. Most times, he just wants to be held as he falls asleep. That’s usually after a reasonable amount of alcohol. I wasn’t sure what to expect after 10+ shots. It also goes without saying that the alcohol breath was very difficult for me to deal with, which was why I didn’t like to kiss him in these circumstances.

I walked back into the apartment to only hear silence. I took a deep breath and went over to the bedroom. Ethan was lying on his side in the space I had made for him. His eyes were closed, so I carefully crawled in under the covers next to him.

He wasn’t asleep. As soon as I was on my back, Ethan scooted closer to me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and leaned in towards my mouth.

I quickly turned my head away from him. “Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Let me kiss you…”

“Only on the cheek.”

He did, and then he lied his head on my chest. I stroked his hair and rubbed his back, hoping he would fall asleep soon.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my shirt. “I love you so much… so fucking much…”

“I love you too, bubby,” I said. “Try to sleep, yeah?”

“M’kay…”

~

Ethan was the one who drank into oblivion, yet he still woke up before me. Granted, he was still in bed when I woke up, but he was sitting up with the TV on and playing a game. He was still in the same clothes he wore yesterday, minus the sweatpants.

I rolled into my side facing him. Ethan looked down and grinned.

“Hey Siri,” I mumbled sleepily.

He paused the game. “Goddammit, not you too…”

I chuckled. “Is it a meme now?”

“Yeah…” He sighed and lied down on his side too. “So… I kind of remember when you showed up. And I barely remember the stream.”

“Have you watched it back yet?”

Ethan nodded. “Yup. And then I took it down. It’s, uh, not my finest hour.” He rolled onto his front, hiding his face in the pillow.

“I mean, it was a fun stream!” I reassured as I rubbed his back.

He groaned and it was muffled by the pillow.

“It’s okay! It happens to all of us!”

Ethan picked his head up and sighed. “Never let me get that drunk again.”

I chuckled. “Well, I did try to talk you out of the stream. You usually listen when you’re drunk.”

“Did I try to make out with you again?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. You gave up when I said no and you passed out.”

“Well, thank you for looking out for me,” he said sincerely. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be. Oh, and I also got rid of the Jack Daniel’s, and I stashed away all the other alcohol. Just in case you were triggered or something.”

“I’m always triggered…” I admitted.

There was a pause. Ethan turned and lied on his back, resting an arm behind his head.

“You know you don’t always have to take care of me when I’m drunk,” he said after a while. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to stay.”

“It’s okay. I like taking care of you.”

“Well, I’ll try not to get so hammered next time. I’m never doing a drunk livestream ever again.”

#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #sweetheart writes #odlt extra #real talk that stream was an entertaining mess #and i fully understand why ethan took it down lmao #and i just wanted bellas take on that whole fiasco #and yes there was a t swift lyric in there #song: clean by taylor swift #also im trying to compile all my lil one shots onto one masterlist thingy #so that way theyre all together #like the pre soau belliplier ones #and the ylh extras and the lists of hcs #theyre kind of all over the place #so im tryna get that sorted #and um yeah #if theres anything yall want me to write abt bella and her boo let me know #SIDENOTE the 'yes miss' thing was a bedroom reference sksjdjsjzjsj #that may or may not be what he calls her when she's in control of the NastyNasty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) #ahem anyway

[utopianparadoxist]

HERALD OF THE POST-APOCALYPTIC POG ECONOMY- Jude Harley, the SEER of DOOM

When you say you’re going on hiatus, that means you ramp up your posting massively, right? I was going to leave this by the wayside but I am, lucky for you guys, I’m still too sick to record. 

Plus the Xefros and A.Claire posts are doing really well and frankly winning over the fandom is my best shot at long-term stability and things changed for the better for me in a big way recently, so I have the time to get out a couple more of the things I’ve really wanted to say before I start focusing on video--these will all be useful scripts for me soon anyway.

Let’s talk Jude Harley, who has already given us a likely Class and a definite Aspect. And who knows--maybe he’ll lead us to a bit of prophecy on the threats our heroes will face in Hauntswitch? Maybe, maybe not, but either way it’s clear I was doomed to make this post from the start.

So let’s dive right in, and let’s start with the side of Jude’s title I’m surest about: His affinity for the Aspect of Doom.

If Jude’s psyche is concerned with anything, then it’s concerned with death, risks, threats, and the rules you follow to avoid them. While not exactly cynical, Jude is certainly cautious and wary. Even his interest in aliens and cryptids frames them as mysterious threats to watch out for--his shirt isn’t depicting a simple alien, but an alien abduction.

He keeps a flare gun because the chance of a life-threatening emergency is a basically constant presence in his mind, and his interest in POGS is linked to his belief in their eventual post-apocalyptic value. Jude sees the worst in the world, and he prepares for it.

Apparently pretty well, too! I’m not AS sure that Jude is a Seer as I am that he’s a Doom player, but if this is a case of Class Roleplay, then it’s an oddly successful one. The big twist of the first half of Hiveswap is, of course, that Jude was right about basically everything--even if he muddled the execution a bit.

The Seer/Mage key verb--Know--is repeatedly linked to Jude’s biggest contributions, and it’s his foresight that keeps not just Joey but her beloved dog Tesseract safe. 

All of this squares quite nicely with the verbiage we can extrapolate for a Seer: One who knows Doom (or through Doom) for the benefit of others.

And we should stress that “for others” part, because where his plans stumble, Jude himself is the one to pay the price. For Joey’s benefit, but also for ours--the audience’s-- as his tragedy give us the deepest glimpse into his psyche and character we get during Act 1.

As @curlicuecal ‘s excellent post on Jude tells us, Jude’s pigeons actually each reflect his relationship to one of his family members, and how he experiences the loss of each of them in turn. Of course we start off with Frohike, apparently Jude’s favorite. Jude is devastated by Frohike’s tragic death, but nothing about it necessarily links the bird to A.Claire except context.

Langly makes things far clearer. When Jude finds himself abandoned, his fury is outright vicious. He makes it clear that he regards this as both betrayal and abandonment, an act of cowardice. He also alludes to being unable to communicate his anger properly and needing to suppress the emotion in order to focus on the task at hand.

Given that we’re talking about Jude, who basically ALWAYS has a task at hand, this all reads as a clear analog for his feelings about Pa. Emotional repression is something of a hallmark of the Harley line--John, Jake, Jade and Jane are all known to dabble in it. If he’s this upset when a bird abandons him, how does he feel about his own father doing so?

All this loss had already gotten to him before the attack on the Harley manor--Joey refers to all of this stress on Jude growing bad enough that Roxy took him to a doctor.

And the losses of his birds leave Jude isolated and desperate--he begs Joey to protect Byers and refers to him as “all he has left”. Not long after, he begs Joey not to go near the portal, saying he can’t lose her, too.

Byers, of course, is the bird that represents Joey in Jude’s heart, and he leaves with her when she’s abducted. However things work out between him and Dammek, for the time being, Jude is now alone. 

And maybe worst of all is that this always seems to have been the plan, because Jude is the victim of Act 1′s titular Kansas City Shuffle.

In order for a confidence game to be a "Kansas City Shuffle", the mark must be aware that he is involved in a con, but also be wrong about how the con artist is planning to deceive him. The con artist will attempt to misdirect the mark in a way that leaves him with the impression that he has figured out the game and has the knowledge necessary to outsmart the con artist, but by attempting to retaliate, the mark unwittingly performs an action that helps the con artist to further the scheme.

Given that we know that Scratch was expecting Joey, and that he is involved in the events that have put her here, we know for a fact that the swap between her and Dammek was always the plan.

Jude assumed the cult wanted the Cherub Portal for themselves, and that may well be true, but it’s his very defense of the thing that leads Joey right to it--and so, right into Scratch’s plans.

In this regard, Jude’s fears have come fully to fruition, as his knowledge of Doom helped the aliens who abducted his sister in the first place. Jude’s shirt is not just a mark of interest, but a prophecy of the fate Jude himself was doomed to witness, and Joey to experience.

And here is where it gets interesting (and somewhat speculative), because Jude’s Classpect is only half as relevant to his family as it is to his relationship with the source of all their troubles, the true antagonistic force behind both Hiveswap and Hauntswitch.

Homestuck’s Doom players were always marked by a duality motif, largely centered on Red and Blue. This was fitting for the trolls, as everything that Beforus and Alternia were doomed to was ultimately linked to the Red/Blue bomb that would eventually lead to the creation of the Green Sun.

Notice how once the sun is created, Sollux’s red/blue motif expires, and reaching the sun is basically the end of his relevance to the plot.

But even then he maintains a focus on Black/White duality. As is fitting of a Doom player, because Duality seems to be one of the biggest fundamental principles of Paradox Space. Everything in Homestuck comes in pairs: Aspects, Classes, Class Verbs, Players--all of it.

Duality is the rule, the boundary--just as death is a rule we all must follow, just as some fates are unavoidable. And so Jude, like the Captors, is similarly marked by a motif of duality. Only instead of the Red/Blue that the Captors are bound by, Jude is marked by the Red/Green color contrast linked to all Cherubs and, specifically, the cherub responsible for these games’ events:

Lord English.

Jude’s Red/Green motif directly references Lord English at least once, when the red and green marbles are used as the Lion’s eyes. Yaldabaoth--the evil, flawed creator God that Lord English is partly based on--is commonly depicted as a serpent with a lion’s head. And this lion has its gaze planted firmly on a globe of Alternia, reflecting Lord English’s indomitable control over the planet.

It goes further.

Whether or not the Cherub portal is a literal doomsday device, as has been hypothesized, it’s undeniable that every member of the cast is doomed. Both Alternia and Earth are doomed by Sburb in a matter of decades, so Jude, Joey, Xefros and Dammek are all on borrowed time.

Hell, this even extends to Trizza, who must inevitably be ousted or killed as Heiress in order to make way for Feferi’s short-lived reign. And on both sides of the Portal, the fates the characters are being led to are tied to agents of the

Lord of Time himself.

Because while Joey and Xefros seem to be dealing with the nefarious influence of Doc Scratch, Jude still has his Cultists to deal with--and they’re likely more linked to Lord English than it initially seems.

After all, The Condesce spent time on Earth before her dissapearance--perhaps enough to craft the perfect Heiress, but almost definitely enough to continue her habit of empowering clown-themed cults to carry out her agendas for her, just as she did on Alternia through Subjugglators and as she will on Alpha Earth through the juggalo presidents.

And while we never learned about the cult of the Mirthful Messiahs in too much detail in the comic, they are described as being spread across the cosmos. It makes sense to think they may be a smaller operation on the Beta Earth, where the Condesce spent relatively little time. But it is still altogether likely that they are already here.

And if so, Jude and his friends seem to be the only ones watching.

I’m really overwhelmed and grateful by the support so many have shown me, and excited to take posts like the one I did on Joey and this one to Youtube, where more of the fandom can engage with classpects in an accessible way!

You can also feel free to drop by and chat about this and other interesting Hiveswap and Homestuck topics in the r/Hiveswap discord!

Hope to see you soon, and until then–

Keep Rising!

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#Hiveswap #Jude Harley #Seer of Doom #Joey Claire #Dammek #Doc Scratch #A. Claire #Lord English #Condesce #My MSPA Analysis #Hiveswap spoilers #Hauntswitch speculation #Mirthful Messiahs

[falseprotagonistsofbatim]

Just Gotta Believe

(( @dreamnoteprincess was the only one brave enough to pick Wally. So here’s my blurb!))

He hated his life.

He didn't used to. But then, that was before the accident with the Ink Machine last year.

He remembered bits and pieces of that night so clearly, but then there was other details that escaped him. He could remember reaching in the machine with both hands, feeling nothing but cold, thick ink before something wrapped around his right wrist like a vice. How the grip felt like fingers before his hand met something unyielding. But he couldn't remember how he managed to pull himself away. He could remember the agony on being on the floor, but not screaming. He remembered his boss running in, the pain in his foot lessening slightly, and Joey kneeling next to him. He couldn't remember a damn thing that was said, from him or from Joey. And he certainly didn't remember how he got to the hospital afterwards. The surgeries... The night terror that came with an infection-based fever...

But he remembered waking up that next morning and finding three men in his hospital room. Shawn Flynn, asleep in the nearest chair and no doubt hurting his neck leaning back the way his head was. He'd always considered the toymaker a friend, and felt a kinship with him being from an Irish family. They weren't related, but it was nice pretending they were brothers or cousins to others who didn't know better. There was also Norman Polk, sitting on the floor and leaning heavily against the wall. He liked Norman... He should be with his kid though... Vincent would be so worried.... He felt an inkling of guilt that the black man hadn't been given a seat, but then realized that Norman was leaning against the door. Maybe that was his way to keep nosy doctors and nurses out.... And then, there was his boss. Joey Drew. ....A crazy, eccentric man. He'd been going downhill since Henry took off, and it'd only been worse when Sammy finally left. Wally always had a healthy respect for Mr. Drew, but it had slowly morphed into fear and bitterness over the last year or so. But... Here in this room? Mr. Drew was sitting in the remaining chair, his hands and shirt still coated with black ink and dried blood.

Mr. Drew had to be the one who took him to the hospital. Helped him. ...What on Earth was so bad with him that all three of these men were asleep in a room with him? Shawn should be home with his sister and his brother-in-law. The McLoughlins would be worried sick... Vincent Polk was only fifteen, he still needed his father there. Mr. Drew should be at the studio...

He remembered sitting up in the bed, and finding one of his limbs was shorter than the other. His right hand...Half of his whole arm... Gone.

He'd cried there on the spot.

A year later, and he still wasn't used to it. He constantly tried to reach for things, only to realize too late that there was nothing to grab with. He practiced and practiced writing with his left hand, only to throw his pencil or pens in frustration. He'd been an animator for God's sake! And now he could barely write his own damn name! Then there was his damn foot... His left foot twisted to an almost permanent 45 degree angle. Sometimes it was worse. He had to give up dancing. He could barely walk without using a cane, what chance did he have of doing anything else?

...

No one wanted spare pieces like him. He didn't even want himself.

In a fit of frustration, he'd almost thrown out his recorders. He had a nasally voice, no one wanted to listen to him talk at all. He'd almost thrown out one tape in particular, but his stupid fingers slipped and he hit play instead.

"There's nothing wrong with dreaming."

Oh. He'd forgotten this. He'd recorded one of Mr. Drew's "inspirational" speeches just a few weeks ago. Why had he kept this, this was stupid.

"Wishing for the impossible is just human nature. That's how I got started. Just a pencil and a dream!"

...Well. Maybe that man had a hint of truth in him. ....Mr. Drew could've been anything. He really could have! But instead, he was an animator. ...An animator with a bad leg. But he never did let that stop him.

"We all want something without having to lift a finger. They say you just gotta believe. Belief can make you succeed. Belief can make you rich. Belief can make you powerful."

Wally didn't want any of those. He just wanted to be normal again. He raised up the recorder, about to throw it against the wall.

"Why, with enough belief, you can even cheat death itself."

Wally slowly put the recorder back in his lap, pressing the pause button and rewinding it. He could've died in the machine. He could've lost more than his hand. ...He still had his legs. He still had his smarts. Hell, he still had his voice! He COULD be something. He COULD do something with himself.

...

Maybe Mr. Drew was on to something with the whole "Belief" thing.

He could make it through this.

He WOULD make it through this.

He believed. If nothing else, he had to believe.

#Wally Franks #Joey Drew #bendy and the ink machine #Drabbles #Joey B. Drew #Wally H. Franks #Norman Polk #Shawn Flynn #The Butcher Gang #Ocs #Ink Machine #Headcanons

[justeeyore-blog1]

Describe your character; How do you see your character in your own eyes and not based off the bio. How have you developed this character into your own?

Eeyore, oh, sweet, sweet Eeyore. She’s my sad little bean and I love her more than words can express. I never would have planned on applying for her or any of the Winnie The Pooh characters... but I made the mistake of reading her biography. (I don’t view her as a mistake for the record.) I was immediately struck with this vision of her, by a paragraph and a half in, and it was so strong and specific that the thought of someone else playing her differently actually pained me. I was afraid that my love for her would vanish as quickly as it came but it’s only grown so much stronger and she may have been a spontaneous decision but when it comes to roleplaying or probably even life in general, she’s one of the best I’ve ever made.

I try hard not to stray from bios, I let the development happen over time and with reason, but I will say she’s more talkative than I planned on. In my defense, it’s hard to play a character without ever giving someone dialogue to work with. So I try to push her to speak more just to make that easier for everyone else. She was meant to be more sarcastic because let’s be honest, actual Eeyore is kind of a butt. Her thoughts are bitter but they’re lacking in the cold humor. I try to bring that out because I feel it inside of her, but she’s not as rude as I assumed she would be.

Eeyore is my biggest struggle when it comes to muse because it’s both therapeutic and exhausting to play her. She’s so negative all the time. It’s great when I want to take out a bad mood and when I’m already feeling down and out. It usually makes me feel better in some odd kind of way. But I don’t like getting in that mindset when I’m not already halfway there. Eeyore’s muse is either extremely strong or non-existent, there’s no in-between with her, but I guess that was to be expected.

When I hear the line “it seems to me you live your life like a candle in the wind -- never knowing who to cling to when the rain sets in” it makes me think of Eeyore. Every. Single. Time. She isn’t distant from people because she wants to be alone. She’s distant from people because she doesn’t have much experience in them liking her, she’s got negative feelings towards strangers, and she figures her trying to befriend someone is just going to end in her being the laughing stock somehow. She has the worst insecurities of any character I’ve ever played before. And she’s extremely vocal about them too. That’s weird to me. Most characters and people for that matter only voice a few things in passing, or a comment will slip, something about how someone is prettier than them or they’re not good at this or that. But Eeyore is constantly saying those things. When she feels it, she says it. It’s usually during an inappropriate situation and it could seem like attention seeking but that’s the last thing she’s trying to do. She’s not fishing for compliments and she doesn’t expect someone to comfort her. It feels awkward to write sometimes, I feel like I’m constantly pulling the conversation away from the characters she is interacting with, but for her it is one hundred percent unintentional. Even if someone pointed it out her remark would probably be “oh, well, here I am being selfish again” not realizing that is ALSO bringing herself down in a way and circling the topic back.

It breaks my heart to think about how happy she used to be. She was such an adventurous little girl, so full of love and so full of life. And she ended up here. It’s so upsetting because no one ever meant for this to happen. Her parents did the best they could. They didn’t mean to take such a toll on her. And I’m sure none of the old classmates that teased her had any idea this would be the outcome, this shell of a human being, so sad about her own existence and focused on all of the things going wrong in the world, but that’s who and what Eeyore is. 

The real question is -- is there any turning it back at this point?

What’s your favorite thing about your character? What’s your least favorite?

It’s not okay for her to go around bumming other people out and I wish she would realize what a party pooper she is. She doesn’t try to hide how she feels and that’s admirable to me but she could be that way without telling everyone how miserable she is all the time. I’d say my favorite thing however is that even though she doesn’t want to and she’s complaining about it the whole way... Eeyore keeps trudging on.

What are some of your favorite relationships your character has formed?

First of all, can we talk about Daphne? She is everything that Eeyore wants to be. I can feel how much she envies her. She’s beautiful, inside and out, she’s nice, she’s fun to be around. In Eeyore’s mind she has everything that she doesn’t. She wants to consider her a friend but she’s just too cool for her so she’s waiting for her to forget her name and shrug her off. Every time they talk and she’s nice to her, it throws her off. A part of her is afraid to be pulled in because she thinks she’s going to end up being the butt of some cruel sick joke. But I think in her heart she knows better.

I love the whole Wendy/Eeyore dynamic and I can’t wait to see more interactions with them in the future. Wendy was so welcoming and helpful on her first day, showing her pure no-strings-attached kindness and honestly, she keeps waiting for it to be turned back around on her. She has trouble believing that anyone would be so genuinely selfless and nice to her, but here this girl is just selflessly offering her clothes in a time of need and it blows her mind.

Kandace wasn’t a biography connection but she was one of my favorite bios and I was ecstatic to see her brought to life. She’s the honorary mom friend, okay, and Eeyore has really grown to appreciate her presence and Joey’s existence as well. In this school of people she doesn’t really know, Eeyore finds comfort in having a familiar face, and Kandace is someone that she does believe wholeheartedly has the purest intentions, even if she’s waiting for her to grow impatient with her attitude.

Has your character changed you in any way? Or do you yourself in yourself in your character?

Eeyore represents me on my bad days, except, you know, x100. My negativity is as internalized as I can keep it. Most times I suffer in silence and no one knows I’m putting on an act. Eeyore on the other hand... well, she doesn’t bother trying to pretend she’s okay. I don’t see much of myself in her, and I can’t say she’s changed me, but I do think I can understand my own emotions and maybe other people’s as well more now after playing her.

Do you think your character has had a big impact on Walt? Is it a good impact or bad?

I don’t think she’s had an impact at all. Neither does she.

Favorite thing your character has done and worst.

The worst thing she’s done is probably in next gen when she keeps the fact that she isn’t the biological mother of 2/3 of her children from her children, but she means well. Eeyore always means well. However I don’t think she’s done anything I would say is my favorite thing just yet.

What is some progress you hope to have with your character in the future?

I want Eeyore to be happy. I know that’s asking a lot and I understand that’s a lot of freaking character development but I’d love for her to find that happiness inside of her, the joy she felt as a child, and pull it back out. Even if it isn’t so upfront. Just a smile here and there. A lighthearted joke. I’d like her to just see a flower without coming up with twenty negative scenarios that can come from that little plant. Even if she never believes the good outweighs the bad, it’d be nice if she could see them as even.

What is one thing you would tell your character?

Please stop being so hard on yourself, you are going to be more than okay.

What has been YOUR favorite thing about walt?

Besides other things I’ve mentioned, and the things I will mention if I ever do this for my other babies, the character portrayals are so spot on and lovely and I’m amazed.

Has your experience been a positive one?

Yaassss. (You know, I started saying that ironically and now I can’t stop.)

Got a favorite memory? Share it!

Daphne convincing Eeyore to go to that party with her was so sweet and pure and Eeyore was so lowkey honored and touched that it warms my heart to just think about.

What are you looking forward to in the future?

Using smiling gifs, hopefully. ALSO, getting the Hundred Acre Woods gang. I’m ready to wire someone money to apply for Pooh. I’m not kidding.

Have you had a favorite event? Favorite plot? Share it right here!

I’m looking forward to the possibility of 3gen.

Favorite character that’s not your own and why.

— Kandace fricken Roo. She’s exactly what I’d envision the human version of Kanga as, she’s such a mom and so kind and nurturing but she has her own stuff to deal with and figure out and it’s amazing how much pain she causes me. I want to scoop her up into a great big hug and assure her that she’s doing a good job. Looking back on her relationship with Danny, the self paras and reading her inner monologue, I feel like she could use an all expense paid trip to Hawaii or at least for Christopher Robin to come along. So if anyone’s listening... do ya thing.

— Wendy! I feel like I’m talking about Wendy a lot in this but whoops, I just love Wendy, what can I say? I’m not a big Peter Pan fan (I know, I know) and I haven’t truly seen it much, so I didn’t expect anything from her character but I absolutely fell in love with her! She seems so composed and it’s like I can hear her voice in everything that she says and I love when characters have such a feel for them that you don’t even have to guess what’s going to come out of their mouth. You just know.

— I feel like I probably should’ve already mentioned how much I love Wally. Have I not? Why have I not? He’s so complex and amazing and he and Oliver make me believe in love. Future Wally is everything to me. I’ve hardly ever had any interactions with him honestly but I’m so proud of that boy. It’s because of Zuley. Zuley is a queen and we all know it.

Ideas, shoutouts, request, dedications, questions? Put ‘em here!

@kandace-roo​ | This is a call-out post. I need to tell you to stop being so dang awesome. You always come along and swoop up a character that makes my life so much better. Your portrayals are always on point, your writing is always breathtaking, and you’re always beyond friendly. I’m so glad that you’re a part of this group because I genuinely just don’t think the rest of us would know what to do without you.

@darling-wendy-bird | You are so kind, I definitely see where Wendy gets it from! I’d love to plot with you more and I’m always so happy to see you on the dash. I didn’t realize I could love a Wendy so much. You never stray from her character, she is always 100% herself. It’s amazing the kind of grasp you have on her. You’re a very good writer and I can’t and wouldn’t want to imagine anyone else playing Wendy!

#w h a t i'm actually doing this for my other characters?? #i got way behind my bad #watask #tasks.

[ruhigknight]

Speculation & Spoilers about Rebirth Deathstroke:

I like Priest and have more faith in him than others about character death (Lord knows this book faked deaths plenty already as well have one character find a way to cheat death) but still got some concerns about the advertised death (though deaths advertised outside huge crossovers tend to be fake outs). Not counting Wally and Wintergreen as they’ve been confirmed to be alive after the annual and if they do die there it is obvious it didn’t last. Any way:

Not that likely and if they do they'll easily come back: Tanya and Rose.

In any other book I would be worried for Tanya the most but given how Priest saved her from limbo and has been developing her character more than before, with the added bonus of her having a healing factor of her own in the book it seems unlikely she'll die and stay dead. Rose has been pretty popular even before this series and Priest described her as the book's costar (though I'd definitely argue Joey is as much as one as she is but you know his track record). She doesn't seem to have a healing factor like Slade and if something did happen to her shed not only come back soon but it tie in to the mystery of her time traveling sword and the White Lotus.

The very likely and ones I'm most worried for: Joey and Tara.

Combine their luck in DC, reputation for dying for Slade's character development before, and them both being mentioned in dangerous scenarios involving Slade somehow in the solicit before the annual makes me worry.... The fact Terra is featured on the cover gives hint she might have extra prominence so hence something "big" happening to her. Yet she's still pretty new to this book and don't know if they'll uncover much about her character before the annual to warrant a death...which could add to the likelihood of the death being a cop out and maybe even touch on the theory of, how like her brother GeoForce, if dead and buried she can be revived. Then there's Joey, who I'm betting that if he's offed only his body will "die" but his conscious will live in another body like done before in Johns TT, TT Earth One, and at the end of the first New 52 Deathstroke...which I'm personally getting just as much sick of as when he's made into a sadistic, one dimensional villain. He'll basically be a non-mystical, bisexual Deadman unless they'll be another arc about cloning or reviving his body. There's also the possible "foreshadowing" in Terra pointing out how vulnerable Joey' s body is when he "jumps" and issue 25 with Slade talking about how he deals with death then shifts to how proud he is of Joey but can never tell him. There’s also that he'll be facing Ikon again in issue 27. This could be more karma after what he did to Ikon (probably Ikon himself killing Joey accidentally when he meant to kill Slade or Joey dying to protect Ikon or Slade...yeah not looking forward to that for a lot of reasons. Like I don't hate Ikon as much as others; there's a lot about his character I find interesting and if it wasn't for sleeping with the kid of old friends I'd like him more. But please killing a fave of mine for his development won't help ). It's also something that would definitely make Slade go on yet another new path...especially if like E1 and Johns TT Joey is stuck inside him...hoo boy. Not to mention how this will only worsen Addie' s anger and bitterness towards Slade (and Rose) and on that note:

The not really expecting to die but still highly likely: Addie

She is a Defiance member so her dying is possible however....not that sold on it and really don’t want to see Addie die either. Especially her being a civilian/supporting character making her less likely coming back.

They sure as hell better not: Tanya’s new puppy.

Because really.

#deathstroke #ruhig's fandom junk #gen dc junk #seriously i like this book but if joey tara or addie die for reals and stay dead again #please no priest

[ask-joeydrewstudios]

When someone in the studio is sick (especially Sammy) does Susie make anything for them and stay at their house till their better?

((Sammy’s the only person she’d stay with until he was better since he lives alone and they’re a couple anyway. With everyone else that seems kinda unnecessary, most people have someone at home who can take care of them. Also do keep in mind she’s a voice actress, while she does want to help people feel better if she gets sick she’s basically rendered useless to the studio until she recovers. If she hears your sick and she can find the time, she’ll get Alice to sneak some stuff out of Joey’s office and she’ll make tea for you. She’s got this specific tea she makes and she swears up and down you’ll feel better almost instantly after drinking it, nobody questions her claim they just accept the gift. After that she’ll ask how they’re doing if she happens to run into them, maybe offer to make more tea, but she wont stick around too long.

   Now, here’s the thing about Sammy - he wastes all his sick days on stuff like mild headaches and allergies and stuff he doesn’t need to stay home for. Then he actually ends up with something bad and oops, no, you have to come in today. Joey almost doesn’t feel bad at all, he’s not the one who blew all his sick days on nonsense, why should he feel bad, right? So Sammy comes into work sick as hell and more bitter than usual. He intentionally tries to cross paths with Joey just so he can force the most violent coughing fit he can manage in an attempt to get him sick in revenge. Susie feels really bad for him and spends every extra second she has with him. Remember when I said she can’t afford to get sick? Well, with him its a whole different story - he’s worth possibly catching a cold for. At least then they suffer together. She runs errands for him, makes him tea, leaves him with a blanket and tells Bendy not to be too much of a bother if he can help it. Sammy might be rolling his eyes but he likes being taken care of.

For the record, when she ends up sick he offers the same generosity she did. She doesn’t come into work obviously, but he invites her to stay at his place if she wants so he can look after her.))

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #samsie #sammy lawrence #susie campbell #ask #anonymous #anon #alice angel #joey drew #mun speaks #headcanons #coulda polished this a little more #sorry xD