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sunny6677 · 1 year

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Glamour

A BATIM x Fem!Reader

CHAPTER 1, PART 1: RECORDING GOLD.

TWS: SMOKING, BATIM, CROWDS.

A/N: In celebration of Batims return, I've decided to make this.

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1932, February 3rd

On a bright and beautiful Sunday, just in the midst of Brooklyn, a glamorous star by the name of Y/N L/N was asked to do some voice work for one of the background characters.

Y/N L/N was a star who had been casted in several movies, and was idolized by many.

Whatever she wore, the crowd would wear too. Whatever she did, the crowd would do too. Whatever she said, the crowd would agree upon.

To many, she was an icon of the fashion world; she had her own style, a style many would come to adore even after her vanishing.

She, with her slip dresses and high heels, would soon run the world. The world was a fashion show to her, and all she had to do was walk the runway.

On the cold, winter day in the afternoon-- Y/N approached with mobs of people following after. She payed them no attention, only looking ahead and smiling if the person approached politely enough.

The clacking of her heels was faint in the buzzing of the crowd, she could barely hear her own fragile voice attempting to answer the questions.

Flash. Flash. Flash. Cameras would snap pictures of her no matter what she did. For no matter what she wore or no matter the way she behaved, the crowd was still mesmerized.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Random people in the crowd cried after her. She was starting to walk faster, in the hopes that she'd approach the studio soon. The clacking of her heels grew louder as she finally spotted the large figure of the building she wanted to desperately see.

Growing impatient, she began to speed toward the door, only just noticing a man stepping outside. It was the man who had called her to the studio; Joey Drew himself.

Ah, yes. He had a voice anyone could recognize due to his rising popularity, real southern and jolly at that. A mustache and face similar to Walt Disney, it was almost surprising they were not related at all.

He was about 5'9 in his height, and had a toothy smile that anyone could smile back at. She noticed his light blue eyes for a moment, and caught them staring back at her.

Approaching his figure quicker, she finally found herself making it to the door. He gestured for her to come in, and of course, she quickly nodded.

He opened the door for her, bowing his head like a gentleman. She in return bowed her own, and entered the studio with a quick fumbling of her own body.

She panted heavily, as Joey hushed joyful nothings to the crowd and bid them an adieu-- for he then smiled at them, and closed the door.

"Hohoho! There you are, Ms. L/N! How are you doing this fine day?" He asked curiously, holding out his hand as an offer for her to be able to stand up stablely again.

She glanced down at his palm, and only groaned; sliding her hand up the wall and attempting to grasp his hand with her free one.

"Ohh.. I'm alright. Long day is all." She answered.

"Hahaha! I understand! Here at Joey Drew Studios, we get a lot of those! But we're doing just swell!" He replied.

"Well, I can see that, Mr. Drew;" She glanced at the dusty atmosphere of the corridor, "but if I may, are we going to walk on over to the recording Studio soon? I believe that I have a lot to do today, so if we could just--"

"Hoho! Don't worry, I've gotcha covered. Hey, say-- along the way, why don't I introduce you to some of the staff members?" Asked Joey.

"Well, I suppose if it doesn't take too long--"

"Great! Now let's get going!"

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The yellowish aesthetic of the lights gave her sparkling golden dress an even more amber glow. Her black jacket only remained a dark yellow, calmly glittering with the airs eery feel. A cascade of dark ink dripped down from corners of the corridors, giving the place an already creepy aura.

She followed behind Joey mindlessly, wondering what on earth she had gotten herself into. She wondered if there was even a janitor around the place. Maybe she would be able to suggest something like that to her probably new boss later.

As she stepped into the music department, Joey's cheerful voice erupted again: "And here we have the music department! Why, when you get the job, I'm sure you'll be able to fit right in with everyone here!" Y/N only nodded and gazed around the room in response.

They walked past employees presumably doing their jobs; some stopping to take a glance at the woman they didn't even think they would see in their work place. She heard gasps erupt from their mouths, mumbling and chattering between workers. Joey only grinned at the whispers.

"See? People here already like you!" He whispered with a smile.

"Well, I'd say that's a relief." Y/N tried to grin back, feeling the substance of her lipstick against her lips slightly as she forced the corners of her mouth upwards.

While she did appreciate the constant praise she received, she didn't exactly feel comfortable with the fact that she'd most likely be working there soon; so she would probably receive it more often then usual.

Joey only watched with soaking eyes of constant euphoria as more and more of the employees stared in her direction, his mouth nearly trembled with the attention she was getting.

Finally, he turned to her and said; "I'll go ahead and get Mr. Lawrence-- you are singing for your audition after all."

"A-- Ah.. right." Muttered Y/N, only just remembering that she was supposed to sing. She could sing fine; in fact, that was basically her entire brand. She just had one thing that most people who loved to sing would dread: stage fright.

"Hmm.. why don't you go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the recording studio? Me and Sammy'll be up there in a bit." He suggested with the iconic toothy grin that he always gave everyone. Her lips quivered, but she smiled back at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Of course, sir."

"Here, the doors this way." Smiled Joey, gesturing to the door.

"Thank you, sir." Replied Y/N. Walking up to the door, she twisted the handle and stepped inside the room, and took in the sights. The rook was big-- gigantic in height and practically able to swallow any and all who stepped inside.

Matching with the studios orange and yellow color, there was a projector on top of a balcony like place from above-- but no light emitted from its core.

Several chairs were scattered around one area of the room, and a piano was in the corner next to what could only be presumed to be the recording place.

The microphone from above and the papers lying on the top of the stand was what gave it away. If she were correct, she'd probably be doing voice work with Susie Campbell often.

Susie Campbell was the actress for Alice Angel-- one of the main characters for the animations. She was Bendys love interest, and although she was more of an angel, little devil horns sprouted from her head.

From what Y/N knew, Susie loved her character more than anything. Y/N wouldn't tell her, but she and Susie did share the same mutual love over Alice.

Taking a few steps foward, she took a seat on a nearby chair, and rested her exhausted arms around the upper part of the chair.

She sighed, and thought of her day so far. Her crispy bacon and eggs that she had for breakfast this morning in a rush, her hurried attempt at getting ready, everything was practically a mess today.

Spreading her legs in a cuddle of complicated knots, she took a deep breath and only hoped that she would be left alone for a minute or two.

Musical instruments were layed around different parts of the musical area, Y/N wriggled her fingers-- only imagining the complicated work of a musician.

She found herself with the desire to smoke a cigarette; it was what she had always done whenever she felt stressed. But she had forgotten to take her purse, and internally, she cursed herself for doing so.

"Ah, shit.." She whispered softly in light frustration. For a few moments longer, the studio didn't breathe.

But a breath came; and light peeked out from what could only be the door.

A whining creak sounded from its opening, and she cringed at the sound physically.

Disguising her face with polite nothing, she prepared to greet what she could only assume to be Mr. Lawrence and Mr. Drew.

But instead-- what came was a broom slightly sliding in.

The pair of hands holding it was revealed from the slight hiding of the wall-- and finally-- a figure she didn't recognize slowly peeked in. Emerald green eyes stared back at her.

And.. whom she was staring at was..

"O-- Oh! Ms-- Ms. L/N?"

#batim #read the tws #batim x reader #batdr #sammy lawrence #joey drew

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thequipsterever · 7 months

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what's up fellow gamers I'm back from the dead!!

your favourite the goobiest goober to ever goob this fine earth is back guys

you can call me quippy because I'm just so witty like that!! I'm seventeen, aroace and lesbian :D (that means i'm just so insanely cool) gender is being a bitch right now so you can use she or they for me i don't mind

i have a silly sideblog with my girlfriend about all of the silly adventures our ty beanie kitties get up to and its very epic so you should check it out @theepicallycooltriplemblog !!

i also have a sonic sideblog @literallyavectorfile i really enjoy the comics! specifically idw publishings 'sonic the hedgehog' ( although i also know a fair amount of the archie comics characters too!)

i'm also in charge of a devious Dalek sideblog where I'm attempting to post about two Daleks every day in december! (I'm living to regret this decision) You guys should totally go investigate it - @chasedalek !! (update: guys i failed so damn bad lmao)

i love so many things but right now stuff such as doctor who, pikmin, overwatch, sth, apex legends, total drama, fnaf, kirby, ddlc, batim/batdr, minecraft, voltron, genshin impact, steven universe, httyd, tadc, murder drones, and so much more all have me in a chokehold! (please let me go i beg i wish to have a life)

wooo I'm moving here permanently because tumblr support doesn't want to give me my account back man

#intro post #i guess?#quippys witty remarks

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reanimationstation · 2 years

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[ID: a sketch of pony versions of Henry Stein and Sammy Lawrence. Henry is at a drawing desk with a pencil in his mouth, and Sammy is writing music using a pen which his holds with his hoof./End ID]

@literary-ly stein holds it in his mouth like a chump (/j) and sam uses his hoof (somehow)

bonus:

[ID: a drawing of pony Jack singing and dancing while Sammy plays along with his banjo./End ID]

how do they play instruments with no fingers? yes

#victors art #batim au #every day i put these in the main tag #sammy lawrence #jack fain #henry stein #obsessed with my jack design on this fine day #theres nothing particular special about it hes just an earth pony but still heart emoji

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painfulbass · 3 years

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☾ ˚⊹ ❛❛ GENERAL QUICK CROSSOVER GUIDE

So crossovers are usually difficult for a lot of people. So, because I tend to think about these things, I thought I would make this comprehensive list/guide to writing crossovers with me. This isn’t anything in concrete, but to get the ball rolling or to help make it easier for both sides to contribute to plotting. It can be hard when you don’t know the fandom.

FNF, or Friday Night Funkin’ is a rhythm based game around rap battles. The Protagonist (known as BF) is trying to prove himself and win over his Girlfriend’s (GF) Dad, and it spirals from there. Gameplay style, it is very similar to Dance Dance Revolution, and the music is a fast pasted dubstyle/chiptune soundtrack.

What a lot of people know FNF for, however is the Mods. Due to it being on Newgrounds, and the creators having it be open asset, many creators are able to make their own “weeks” for players to challenge their skills in. Ruv, and those within Mid Fight Masses, are one of those mods. You can find most of their lore scattered in the scenes of their week, or by going on their official FNF Wiki.

Now, what does this mean for crossovers? I put it under a read more, simply because this is going to be a lot. I’m going to explain crossover verses I have. How I make them, and how YOU could have your character be in the FNF verse quite easily. So go under the read more to continue reading.

☾ ˚⊹ ❛❛ RUV IN OTHER UNIVERSES

Here are some just ideas that I came up with. While not EVERY interaction will work with these, they are ideas. They’re meant to kick start ideas and inspirations. I do not consider these full verses until I’ve talked with the other mun to make sure that they are okay with it. These can easily be changed, and swapped out for different things. My main goal here is to try and keep Ruv down to his core elements while fitting into a new setting.

POKEMON- Ruv, along with Sarv run the church- which she has turned into a sanctuary and a Nursery. Much like in Canon, Sarv is supernatural, and Ruv as a run away criminal vowed his life for all eternity to protect her. With church’s going out however, the next next step would be a PokeNursery. Ruv acts as protector of the Nursery from trainers and groups alike. He usually is seen sitting on the roof, throwing pebbles at kids or passerby’s who irk him in some way. You can always find his Onix, his Low-Key Toxtricity, and his Absol around him or the nursery at all times. He does still have his strength, speed, and other abilities. The “face” he has is also a mask- an attempt to hide his identity as the wanted criminal.

OWL HOUSE- Ruv was a wanted criminal for the longest time. His magic, due to where he was born was a lot less like those around him. He could fit into the covens, but anything he did reflected back on him. Living alone, and learning to just modify himself he became a wanted criminal with a bone breaking shout. However all of those times soon came to a stop as he met the winged mistress he stays with now. Protecting her (though she is much more than capable of protecting himself) she runs one of the many sects in the area. It isn’t the best building, but it’s out of the way and he usually isn’t spotted. However, unfortunately his past comes back to haunt him. He has no choice, and begrudgingly assists the Guards to repay for his crimes. Tied to Sarv through magical bonds, he has made it clear to those in charge and to her- should something come between his duty as a guard or her, he would chose her a million times over.

DUCKTALES- Ruv is the petrified remains of the guardian of St. Sarvente. Awoken as the earth was shifted off of it’s orbit and forced into something it’s not, the callous guard is in search of the one he calls Sarvente, whom he claims is the Ruler of Souls and the one he Vowed to Protect. He is, 100% made of stone.

TOONTOWN- Stickfigures aren’t uncommon drawings. One’s as complicated as he and Sarv though usually get a few eyes. Not only that, but video game characters are always treated differently in Toontown. Maybe it’s because of a developers history, or lack there of. The story of Ruvyzvat being a heartless killer however spreads like wild flower, and while he and Sarv will primarily stay at the church... sometimes curiosity becomes too much.

KINGDOM HEARTS- FNF is it’s own world. Keyblade turned into a microphone, Ruv & Sarv are some of the first that would be met. Despite their challenge, they are rather distanced from the troubles of the Darkness and Light and would be semi-good companions.

THE BLACKOUT CLUB- Ruv is a 16. Any day will be the day that a voice will end up taking over, merging with his mind. That’s fine. Much like how Seed-The-Grudge would want, he’ll just get revenge.

HAZBIN HOTEL / HELLUVA BOSS- Ruv ironically enough is one of the few in Hell who does not make him dead. In fact, in some cases that can make him extremely rare. This crossover he IS able to accompany Sarvente into the Underworld, and follow her on her treks through it. While most assume he is a dead sinner, he usually just doesn’t answer. However something about being here and meeting those who reside within the land sets him off. He’s a tad more feral, and a tad more willing to go to the violent answer.

PORTAL- Violence core. What else is there to say? Alternatively, him being a test subject would be fascinating, especially if he was grabbed post-vow. The man is immortal, and therefore would have messed with the tests just by the fact that there is only way for him to die. Death isn’t the worst thing to happen to a man however, and he does still feel pain.

RWBY- Ruv has the ability to manipulate sound waves, specifically his own). Trained with great strength and and even greater speed, his form of combat is continuously dodging as he looks for a weak spot. Weapons of choice are shot gun snow boots, and his sickle that doubles as a short sword.

DOCTOR WHO- Sarv has the ability to create portals. While they are MEANT to be used to intergalactive travel, but instead parallel world travel that in of itself is monumental for a lot of DW plots. Ruv and Sarv can easily go from one universe to the next, however chose to stay in the church. Not to mention Ruv’s skills in target elimination and his abilities would make for some individuals to repurpose him into a weapon. While they have been approached by UNIT on several occasions, they always refuse. However, enough time has passed that they’re starting to notice that the couple in the church aren’t aging...

FNAF- RUVYZVAT and SARVENTE were creations of Fazbear Entertainments as karaoke machines... if we want to go the robot route. If we want to go the normal person route, Ruv was hired by Fazbear’s because it’s one of the few places that doesn’t do a background check, and when he said he wanted to wear a mask as part of the work outfit they were all for it. He runs the karaoke machine though. Stays away from quite literally everyone. While he isn’t the infamous killer of children here, he does have a reputation of his own that he is running from, and that does tend to make him silent.

BATIM- Criminal on the run stumbles into the wastelands formerly known as Bendy’s. Actually enjoys it at first because the cartoon was popular when he was a child. ALT. Stickman drawing of one of the artists come to life. Usually pretends to be Lost One, but when he’s alone with another (Sarvente) they turn into their stickman version selves. Has the ability to jump between 2 and 3 dimensions, but none of the strength or voice.

PSYCHONAUTS- Agent Ruvyzvat, Russian sector. Ruv is working for the Psychonauts in some weird, turning event. Mainly because the sole woman that he trusts and saved his life, Agent Sarvente brought him in. The two are inseparable, and despite Sasha and Nein being infamous for their clinginess, these two take it to a whole knew level. Ruve’s “loud voice” is actually a psychic ability he can use outside of the mind to jumble and confuse thoughts and has no damage on anything physically in the present.

GRAVITY FALLS- Sarvente is a Demon, much like Bill. Where sa Bill desires nothing but chaos and madness, Sarvente is trying her best to keep the world like it is and preserve it’s beauty. Seeing such beauty in a runaway criminal, she and he run to the forests of Oregon. Throughout Weirdmageddon, neither managed to be captured or turned to stone, however Ruv seemingly gained his incredible voice abilities. Now, they live in a semi-collapsed church out in the forest. Sarvente always asking those who come her way to join their church, Ruv is suspicious why such events would happen in such a small town, and is distrusting of most everyone he sees.

DETECTIVE CONAN / KAITOU KID / ANY ANIME OR SERIES LIKE THAT- VERY infamous criminal. Take his “Wanted Dead or Alive” that exists in all other verses, and ramp that up quite a bit. Usually wears a mask whenever he is committing a crime. He does seem to be in it for the fun, though it’s hard to tell with the stoic and expressionless looks. That being said, he does seem to have a very clear goal of what he wants. There are no patterns to where he hits, or what he takes. From wallets of people off the streets, to priceless artifacts. He’ll find where Sarvente went, and how they were able to change her mind in such a way.... how they could corrupt her.

MODERN / NON-EXTREMELY FANTASTICAL- Ruv is honestly a rather down to Earth individual, in some terms. He is untrusting of EVERYTHING, but also due to his own strengths finds little that fear or challenges him. Keep him mind he did make a deal with Lucifer (or his Lucifer) for Immortality for protecting her. While he will always be doing things on his own, a lot of his end goals and motives will come back to her. Without her involvement, he is a walking, talking, machine of destruction with no sway on which side he decides to tear apart.

☾ ˚⊹ ❛❛ GENERAL STOPPING POINTS FOR WANTING TO PLOT

DON’T KNOW THE WORLD YOU’RE FROM / YOU DON’T KNOW MY LORE. - That’s fine. I can get my hands dirty. I can research. In fact I usually would love nothing more to. I love learning about new fandoms, or new media to get into. You shouldn’t be afraid of that. As for mine- It should take someone less than an hour to get through all of the links I have posted in the RESOURCES tab in my bio. I’ve timed it. So if you have an hour to spare, or 15, or just enough time to read his wiki that’s fine. He’s not from a long running show, or anything like that. You can catch up extremely quick.

WELL WHAT ABOUT A BOOK/COMIC? HOW WOULD HE FIT IN?- If we are talking about Super Hero comics, then it depends. 90% of the time I will just play up his wanted status a lot more, and make it more of a reason for an interaction. You just ran into a man who has killed hundreds. If your muse is a super hero, or a vigilante? Would you let him go? What a villain? That might make a good partner.

TV SHOW? LIVE ACTION?- Again, it depends on the type of show. Superhero follows the same above. If it’s investigative, have him be a witness. Or a falsely accused man who can prove he isn’t the guilty party. Is it more supernatural- well he did make a deal with Lucifer and is an immortal now from it. There are a million ways to spin it. Don’t look at making him a big character. Quite honestly, side characters that you pass in the street have just as much backstory, and as long as there is a plausible chance of interactions then we can work it out from there.

☾ ˚⊹ ❛❛ GENERAL IDEAS TO BE AWARE OF THAT MIGHT HELP

HE IS A WANTED CRIMINAL.- Meaning his name Ruvyzvat is known. Despite his crimes going on for decades, he is on the run and never stopped. Several city, state, countries, and possibly nations are looking for him, and looking to take him in.

HE IS ALSO AN IMMORTAL.- While he hasn’t been around forever, and nearly not as long as Sarvente has been, he HAS been around for at least 100 years, give or take some. He can be injured, but even fatal injuries heal in an almost Deadpool like way.

HE ALSO HAS SUPERNATURAL POWERS.- His speed and reflexes alone is not something to be taken lightly. He does train and fight with Lucifer on what used to be a semi-regular basis. He has moved and adapted to be able to make sure no one but the singular person he trusts is able to lay a hand on him. That isn’t to say you can’t catch him off guard. You also have his inhuman strength to worry about, but most of all his voice. His voice which could completely demolish a building, and that isn’t the full strength. He has an amazing control over it, but that certainly isn’t a trait of his to ignore.

HE IS NOT ALWAYS IN THE CHURCH. I MADE SURE OF THAT WHEN I MADE MY BLOG.- He goes on walks, and he goes on errands. He also goes to the Gym on occasion, though not as often. He enjoys walks on the beach far earlier than anyone should be awake at. What I’m saying is running into him OUTSIDE of the church is possible. That being said, meeting him IN the church is your best bet for him warming up quicker. He feels safer in the church, and therefore usually wishes to stay there.

DOESN’T FIT THE STYLE OF CHARACTERS/WORLD? - If he doesn’t fit, then I can work to adapt him into something that WOULD fit. What characteristics about him doesn’t work. This is when I would need plotting help. If, lets say it was an all animal world, we can talk about what he is, his traits, and other such things. I am always happy to not use my icons- I just like to because I think they’re neat and I worked hard on them.

WHAT WOULD HE BE DOING?- Any number of things. He likes throwing pebbles at people. He mainly guards and protects Sarvente and her things, but I know we’re talking besides this. He cannot cook, but he does actually sew, and he does read quite a bit. Working on his fist to fist fighting would be a big one. He likes secluded areas, which especially work for explorer’s and people who walk off the beaten path.

IS THERE ANYWHERE HE COULDN’T BE?- He wouldn’t be at a bar. Ruv doesn’t drink, at all. I also don’t see him at any parties unless Sarv dragged him to them. Writing starters or plotting around those are perfectly fine, but do not expect his muse to be comfortable while he’s there.

HE SEEMS OVERPOWERED.- At times, he certainly can be, but only when he feels it’s necessary. He doesn’t flaunt his abilities, and most he has are out of self preservation. If you as a mun are worried about him and what he can do, the best thing you can do is read my information, look into his wiki, and then come and talk to me. Ruv isn’t someone who will 100% abuse what abilities he has, especially since now he is trying his best to be better for her since it makes her happy.

☾ ˚⊹ ❛❛ GENERAL IDEAS TO HAVE YOUR CHARACTERS IN HIS UNIVERSE

LOCATIONS?- The Church, the back alleys, the karaoke bar (that primarily does rap battles), the Alternate dimension that Sarv made so that he can be loud and not retrain his voice.

MOTIVATIONS?- If your muse is in the FNF world, then be ready for some sick beats to be dropped. Your muse could be rescuing someone from the BBEG and going through the slew of minions to sing against. There’s always the alternative side of this of “what the hell is going on?”

MY CHARACTER ISN’T FROM THERE, SO THEY WOULDN’T FIT IN.- Well I do have a “main” verse which replaces raps with fists. Looking for someone important to them, in the search of a deep and hidden artifact within the search, the rumors of a man born 100 years ago- theres a lot to be found in the library if you looked.

WHAT DOES THE FNF WORLD CONSIST OF?- It consists of Demon Daddies, Singing Skeletons and Pumpkins, Tankmen, a Demonic Lemon Demon, Sentient Video Game Characters, and if you take the mods in you also have Demon, Angels, Ghosts, Deadly Ex’s, Bomb Headed Men-- I promise your character will fit in at the end of the day.

ISN’T HE EXTREMELY AGGRESSIVE AND HARD TO TALK TO?- He can be. He talks in very short sentences, however I do my best to give my reply enough that you can reply to. Actions, and I chose to be very descriptive with his expressions in this case. Ruv spend many years alone, and sometimes with him, actions speak louder than words. When you or your muse figure that out is up to you.

WELL WE CAN’T DO AN ENTIRE THREAD IN A CHURCH.- I never said we had to. He is more than happy to leave the church should he want, and should there be a reason. Usually, (despite what it seems) he does like helping people, so you can lure him out that way ;)

#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝕽𝖚𝖓 𝕬𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖂𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖓 ⊹ — ❛❛ v. crossover.#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕶. ⊹ — ❛❛ resources.#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕶. ⊹ — ❛❛ psa & updates.#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕶. ⊹ — ❛❛ save.#i added all i could think of #just so i could kinda help out when it came to plotting but #even if we don't know each others universes or anything #this is pretty comprehensive so i hope it helps #i spent a while on it and it should be pretty helpful to anyone who wants to write with me but has no idea how #now if you excuse me im going to scream because of how long this took #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕰𝖓𝖉 ⊹ — ❛❛ headcanon.#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕰𝖓𝖉 ⊹ — ❛❛ meta.

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bornoffireandwisdom · 4 years

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Little Alien-

Hey guys. I recently got into HLVRAI and I couldn’t resist drawing Benrey. And.. unfortunately it also gave me a possible AU idea. 😭😅

HLVRAI Secret Friend AU

This idea is based off what Benrey says about him and Gordon being childhood friends. For this idea, Benrey crashes or falls to earth one night, and Gordon who loves space and aliens in the AU, happens to see something fall from the sky through his telescope. He thought it was a shooting star or a meteorite, but then he noticed how it seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Basically it falls near his house. So Gordon sneaks out while his parents are asleep to go check it out, and instead of finding a big space rock, he finds Benrey. Instead of freaking out and screaming about aliens he takes Benrey home, and hides him in his house like that movie E.T. 😆😆

Gordon wasn’t afraid of Benrey, he was shocked and surprised at most. Benrey was just a scared little alien child anyway so he wasn’t really threatening. Benrey starts off not knowing how to speak though (only speaking through Sweet Voice) but eventually learns how to speak English in a day after playing online video games on Gordon’s computer when no one was home. 😆😆

Also the clothes he’s wearing were borrowed from Gordon.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this picture! I’m sorry if the quality is very bad! I tried my best to take a good photo of the drawing but it was just too hard. I’m only posting this because I was excited to show it to you guys. I took two pictures because I wasn’t sure which one looked better. 😅

Also I’m probably not going to make this AU. I wish I could, but I already have a hard time posting for my BATIM AU and its Spinoff. But if you guys want me to try and make this an AU I could try. 😅😅

#Benrey #Gordon Freeman #HLVRAI #Possible AU Idea #HLVRAI Secret Friend AU

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youllallriseintheink · 4 years

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What are some good prompts to write

I can’t tell if you mean BATIM related or not, so...

original fiction:

-a nervous, eager-to-please teenage alien must conquer earth for their school project. To do this, they impersonate the president. Instead of falling in love with humanity, they come to hate it even more. (This is comedy.)

-werewolves send off the paperwork to adopt a child. A few days later, a child arrives at their doorstep, pretending to be their adoptive child. They are confused but let the child stay. A month later, they are contacted about their real child. The one they have adopted is a vampire spy who was turned as a child.

-You are Satan. God has taken a day off. You must find a way to tempt as many people to sin and vice as possible within 24 hours.

BATIM prompts:

-the music room crew must frantically hide an ink-related disaster from Joey. (This is comedy.)

-Show how a group of friends met. (Personally I’ve wanted to write how the butcher gang trio met for a long time.)

-Write someone noticing that Sammy or Grant is infected and losing their mind to the ink (these are the two people who canonically went crazy due to ink infection). Have the person force them to get help. Norman is a good option for this.

-Write Norman interrupting Susie’s ritual.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #creepyalienghost #thanks for the ask #writing help

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adobe-outdesign · 5 years

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What would happen if each of the BATIM employees woke up and had the opposite of their usual personality for a week (Bertrum is painfully diffident, Joey is caring, somber and down to earth, Henry is the most eccentric person you've ever met, Grant is a bundle of energy and positive vibes, etc.)? Who all would end up dead? Who would wish it could stay that way forever?

Henry: OKAY LISTEN UP BECAUSE HE’S GOING TO LOUDLY EXPLAIN EVERY THOUGHT THAT’S EVER CROSSED HIS HEAD WHILE DISPLAYING A VARIETY OF EMOTION

Joey: In the coarse of a week he improves his employee’s working conditions by 200% and nearly pays off all of his debt by focusing on grounded logical decisions instead of dreams. too bad he undoes it all once he’s back to normal

Sammy: His freakishly nice and extroverted behavior is legit creeping Wally out

Jack: Is not only a feral asshole but chews everyone the fuck out for taking advantage of him all those years, then is super embarrassed when it’s over

Susie: Acts like a bitch the entire time but on the plus side she’s suddenly ecstatic about Allison getting the role because she never really wanted to be Alice anway.

Allison: hey you know what hope is stupid and so is being nice to people. she’s going to go pout in the corner don’t talk to her

Wally: maybe he’ll just stay in bed today as he’s not feeling especially cheerful. you can tell something’s up because he claims he’s not hungry when there’s free donuts in the breakroom

Norman: he’s just standing around? in the open? actively talking to people and making legitimately funny jokes??

Thomas: The kindest, sweetest person in the studio. Let’s Wally take the day because he’s not feeling up to it and apologizes for yelling at him, and threatens to call the police on Joey for the demon bullshit

Shawn: Suddenly both super calm and rational. Why sled down the stairs on a trashcan when that would obviously get him hurt? it’s nicer just to sit here and paint instead

Grant: Is this what it’s like to actually have energy and to be happy to be alive??

Bertrum: The average Bertrum Piedmont does not admit he actually has a really low opinion of himself. maybe the theme park wasn’t such a good idea you know just cancel the whole thing and forgot about it

Lacie: Super passive and really enjoys hanging out with her coworkers. the Bendy animatronic was such a great idea

#bendy and the ink machine #bertrum piedmont #joey drew #wally franks #thomas connor #AUs #finchs-fangirl #Ask

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free-pigeon-bread · 4 years

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Going through a batim phase, here are some character head canons/bios.

Joey Drew:

- Started the company in the 20s when everything was good and easy and he did it with no idea of how to run a company

- thinks he's rich but he lives in a one bedroom apartment eating cold mac and cheese.

- has a really deluded perception of himself, he sees himself as a swanky bachelor with his own company but he's just broke guy that has bouts of psychosis

Sammy Lawrence:

-grew up on a farm so he is strong. While at the farm he played the fiddle but dreamed big and ventured to the big city of New York, because of his belief in dreaming big he made friends with Joey, who quickly employed him making him one of the older employees of the studio.

- He does have a particular fondness of things that remind him of home, like the banjo which his father played and Jack, who also grew up on a farm but came to the city as a teen ager for work.

- Gets to work early to use the coffee machine while no one else is there, unfortunately (for Sammy) this means he has to interact with Wally Frank's when he finishes his shift the day before to get the keys.

Jack Fain:

- A country boy, raised on a much smaller farm than Sammys. He was the youngest child growing up and his parents were very protective of him growing up so he didn't do that much manual labour and had a pretty breezey child hood.

- His sister would play tunes on the piano and Jack would like to make parodies of the songs she sang. She was very complimentary about them and encouraged him to do it for a living.

- His sister died of small pox before she'd become the famous pianist she wanted to be so Jack felt like it was his job to become a lyricist. So he snatched up the opertunity to write for the bendy cartoons.

Henry Stein:

- Has one of the two and a half brain cells that float around the studio, the other belongs to Lacie Benton and the half is fought over by Grant and Wally.

- Talks to inanimate objects while on the job, sometimes rehearsing conversations he plans to have with other people because he's a bit of a perfectionist.

- Very respectful, refuses to be unnecessaryily mean to other people and does his best to be polite

-joined the company because he had the skills and Joey was an old friend

Susie Campbell:

- Originally from a well to do family in Rhode Island, she took professional singing lessons as a kid and prides herself on her voice. Comparing it to the likes of Helen Kane.

- Snatched the role of Alice Angel as she saw it as her way to make it properly big and get invited to massive parties and get gifts of chunky diamond jewelry.

-she lives in a better part of New York which is paid for by her family. She travels for about an hour each day to get to the studio and arrives 'fashionably late' most days.

Allison Pendle:

- Another farm kid. She's the oldest of her siblings and is the mum friend in any friend group. Yet she always looks the youngest.

- Lives with two of her friends in a progressive part of town. Her friend , Lottie helped her get the job after hearing her sing in the shower.

- Feels a bit out of place being one of the few people at the studio that's actually sane.

Wally Franks:

- A teen that's far to optimistic to be living in a time period to be known as the great depression, treats every cent he earns like its a million dollars. Unfortunately he wouldn't treat riches very well and as such he only keep enough to pay for food and pay rent, he's even missed a couple of rent dates too.

- has always lived in the city, the more dangerous end mind you. He had three old siblings growing up and they were all dreamers, once they hit eighteen they moved out to make a fortune. Wally did the same when he moved over to the studios side of town. He hasnt heard from any of his sibling since.

- He REALLY wants a dog but he knows he can't afford one but he's befriend every stray hound on the block and even earns a couple extra dollars by walking some better off people's dogs.

- Joined the studio expecting riches and fame, like all those other animations studios but instead hes gotten stuck scrubbing the floors.

Thomas Connor:

- Posably hasn't slept in a week, probably hasn't slept for a month. He is determined not to fall behind in his work because that would mean trouble from GENT and his... Employer

- Is in love with Miss Pendle, kind hearted with good intentions. Likes to think about starting an American dream type of living situation with her.

- likes to act all gruff and mean around Wally but it's only to toughen him up, inside Thomas sees him as an unofficial son. He is determined to see Wally with an actual job one day.

-only works there because GENT makes him do it.

Lacie Benton:

- Her grandfather was an engineer, her father was an engineer but her mother only had one child and it was a girl but the family legacy refused to change tradition.

- Towards the end of her fathers life and started blue prints for house service robots. He died before he could make them and Lacie is doing her best make the bendy-matronics as close to the blue prints as she could muster.

- She is also a GENT imployee but likes it at the studio because people are so worried about themselves that they leave her alone.

Bertrum Piedmont:

- Was alive in the victorian period and acts as such. He uses flamboiant words and would probably faint if he ever saw a flapper, let alone talked to one. Very opinionated too, anti-communist anti-nazi anti-KKK. Which is all pretty understandable.

- Comes from old money, owns a GIANT mansion on the other side of town. Met Joey at an up and coming business man party and was somehow tricked into working for him.

- No one may call him Bertie. Ever.

Shawn Flynn:

- Irish if you hadn't guessed it. Very prepared to belt out the Irish national anthem if need be or just drunkenly shout in your face.

- He drinks and fucks and fights and Lord help anyone who makes a deal to arm wrestle. He actually lives in the tavern, rents a room every night and if he doesn't have enough he'll sleep out back.

- sometimes his drinking problems cause problems at work, which can range from hungover to painting the bendy dolls crooked to outright fighting and swearing in the break room.

Grant Cohen:

- Tried, depressed and really really stressed.

- Met Joey at the bar the night he'd been sacked from his old place and joey lept at the change of easy hire.

- Is a very good accountant but the job he's got is just mad, it's the ultimate loss making company. He very often has to turn to drinking to calm down.

Norman Polk:

- Likes his alone time and can get very irritated if he has to do anything social for a long period of time. In contrast to this he does like people watching.

- he also rarely speaks to other people but of he does it's very down to earth and honest, he doest really care what you think about him or what you say to him.

- No one knows how he joined the company, not even Joey. One day he was just there, doing his job, really well.

My ask box is totally open and I'm bored so you'll likely get quick answers!

#batim #batim sammy #Joey drew #henry stein #sammy lawrence #jack fain #wally franks #thomas connor #shawn flynn #lacie benton #bertrum piedmont #norman polk #susie campbell #allison pendle #bendy and the ink machine

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 4 years

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Old Friend (BATIM Hell’s Studio AU)

TRIGGERS: Near death experience (very vague but still), death mention SUMMARY: Things are a bit much for Bendy, so he gets out of work for a little while. On the way, he picks up a surprise for a friend. NOTES: I’ve already posted this on another site as a kind of vent fic but I kept forgetting to post it here like a complete idiot, so now I’m doing it. It’s semi-unedited because I couldn’t think of a way to fix it. Based heavily off a comic done by @doodledrawsthings that hit pretty damn close to home for reasons I couldn’t figure out. Will I link to it? Yes...Once I find it again. ^^; Also another shot at writing Bendy’s accent that probably went better than the first time around (I hope so, anyways)

A car whizzed by, horn blaring as a short figure jumped onto the sidewalk. "Jeez..." The figure glared after the car as it sped down the road. "There's a speed limit sign for a reason, ya dillweed."

Bendy checked himself over for any melting ink caused by the scare. Arms are okay, face is okay, legs are covered by pants so they're okay, feet are-well, feet, but they look like boots still so they should be okay. Tail hasn't budged from around his body, the hoodie isn't sticking to him and nothing's going fuzzy so nothing's gonna melt anytime soon. Phew. "Can't afford to start meltin'," he said to himself, pulling his baseball hat down lower and fixing his hoodie. "Gotta lot of stuff to do. Deadlines ta meet, people ta meet, cartoons ta make, people ta spook..." He started walking in the direction of his workplace/home when something caught his eye. An art store, several years old and looking like it. The window was a bit dusty, the front stoop was worn down and the bell barely visible through the front door's window was tarnished. It was filled with people, though, and had an advert that caught Bendy's attention-a sale on art supplies. Bendy grinned and bounded up the stairs, work temporarily forgotten. The owner smiled at him and gave him a nod when he came in. The memories this place held. The days of hiding out here, looking at book after book, testing out paints, having to pay for them (and the floor damage) after, a friendly voice re-hashing what the grouchy then-owner of the store had told him: "Ben, I know you like paint, but maybe let me buy them before you start messing around with them." Bendy found himself staring down a rack of high-quality sketchbooks. A voice nagging in his head told him that he was going to be late for work, but it was overthrown by the louder voice telling him that he had space in his backpack, spare money and a friend he was due to visit anyways. Wouldn't hurt to bring a surprise, right? If the other voice had sentience, it would have growled in annoyance as Bendy reached for the books.

The traffic near Bendy's next destination was a fair bit more lacking. This was a relief to Bendy, seeing as-him being not the tallest toon on planet earth-he looked like a child visiting his parents whenever he opened the gates, which led to people feeling sympathy for him. He hated sympathy. The toon flipped the latch up and pulled the gate open, slipping inside without bothering to close it again. He paced up and down the row of gravestones for one in particular. "Come on, come on, where are you-" He gasped suddenly, seeing a group of people walking towards him. He quickly ducked behind a large gravestone and tried not to strain his ears too much as the people walked past. One of them, a woman, was sobbing her eyes out as a man comforted her. "He's not in pain anymore, Sarah," the man said in a low voice. "I know-" she blew her nose into the tissue her escort had offered her. "I just hate to leave him behind like this..." Bendy knew the feeling. He remembered all too well how leaving his friend behind had felt like a blow to the chest. It still stung leaving him behind after casual visits, but what can you do? It's not exactly legal to bring a dead body home, plus Joey would have a fit. The toon stayed tucked with the gravestone as the slow funeral procession walked by, none of them noticing him. The gate latching closed gave him the green light to move again. "Sorry, Molly," he said as he patted the gravestone. "May you rest in peace. Say hi to Susie for me." Time bled away some more as he paced the rows again, stopping once he found the one he was after. Reading the name was like knocking on the door to an old friend's house. His eager smile deflated a little. "Howzit goin', Henry?" He greeted the month-old gravestone. "Hope ya ain't sick of me comin' here. Of course, it ain't like ya could tell me that anyways. Not while yer six feet unda." He knelt down in front of the gravestone and opened his backpack, rustling around in it to gather all of his new stuff. "So get this," he started, "they were havin' a sale at that art store down th' street. Two for the price of one." He proudly pulled out a stack of sketchbooks and grinned. "I am now currently in possession of six brand new sketchbooks. Th' good ones, too! Not like a buncha prin'ner paper stuck between two pieces of cardboard." "Was gonna head back home, but uh..." Bendy's smile deflated again as he looked down at the sketchbook, feeling a little silly over what he was going to say. "I dunno, I just started thinkin' about how we always went down there to look around durin' breaks. I just figured..." Things started getting blurry. He wiped his arm over his eyes irritably. "Figured it'd be nice, to...Um..." Screw the blurriness. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Nice to just sit down and draw wit' you again. Y'know, for old times' sake..." Drops of ink got onto the cover of one of the sketchbooks. Bendy wiped at them and watched them smudge all over the green-patterned cover. Green swirls on a black background. Henry's favourite colour over Bendy's ink... He shook his head and grabbed a new pencil, settling against the gravestone with his pack to draw a little. Joey was going to worry for a while, wondering where he'd gone-and yes, he was supposed to be at a meeting in an hour. But they can all wait. Henry needs company and Bendy needs a break. It's only an hour away, after all. Besides, if he needs to, Bendy can just take the bus.

#El writes #batim fanfic #Hell's Studio AU #death mention #vent fic

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creamybeemovie69 · 5 years

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BATIM HCS

Because I’m not really part of the JSE community anymore for unknown reasons I’m completely redoing Shawn, and that leads the rest of them being redone

Joey:

The mans a train wreck but you can’t look away

He can’t have children, so he wanted to bring the toons to life so they would essentially be his kids

He was 35 when he opened the studio with Henry

Obviously that didn’t happen

Finding out that the first bendy didn’t work broke him and eventually sent him insane

There is no one on God’s green earth he hates more than Henry Stein

Henry:

All he wanted was a decent job and time with his family

That’s it

He still adores joey and sees him as his best friend

He was 22 when he started

Well

Until he was sent to the studio

Bendy was based on his own child Ben, who was 4 at the time

Bens a little shit that loves tap dance, hence “The Dancing Demon”

Wally:

He was the only one to know Henry before he left

He’s a ray of sunshine

He’s got more keys than common sense

Sammy wishes he give Wally the former

He’s basically Thomas and Shawn’s son at this point

He’s called Shawn dad a few times ‘by accident’

He’s like 4 foot

And chubby

He has a terrible sweet tooth

He sees susie as his sister

He sees Thomas everywhere, but he rarely sees the people from Heavenly Toys and onwards because it’s not his job to clean up there

He’s 17

Sammy:

He’s a stress head

Surprisingly, a lot of the studio can sing, but him, Shawn and Susie take the crown

He loved his job, but the pressure eventually got to him and now he runs on autopilot until he sees Susie

He’s 26

He loves Wally really, he just can’t stand how dense the kid is

Susie:

She’s a sweetheart

She worked her ass off to get where she is

Her, Thomas, Norman and Shawn stick to each other like glue because they’re all social out casts (her, Thomas and Norman are coloured and Shawn’s Irish)

She lives with her mum so she can support herself and her mum

She has a thing for sammy

The next bitch to shout at Wally is gonna get there teeth knocked out

She’s a very stubborn woman, but she’s quite emotional

Thomas:

He’s the same age as Shawn (48) and hates his job

He’s a fully qualified engineer, and like the majority of the studio worked very hard to earn that

So the fact that he’s doing nothing but replacing pipes day in day out has lead him to become depressed

Him and Shawn were in the war together, so the pair of the them tend to go to each other for help

But even Shawn doesn’t know how to help him anymore

The highlights of his job are seeing Allison, Shawn and (as much as he hates to admit it) Wally

He’s come ridiculously close to decking joey

Allison:

She’s worked there for a while, but she was only ever really noticed by everyone when she started voicing Alice

She tends to avoid Wally because as sweet as he is he’s got a temperament and he’s not happy about Susie loosing her role

She’s a sweetheart though and looks up to Susie, but she understands why Susie hates her

She’s 45 but looks 10 years younger at least

She’s a professional voice actress

Shawn:

He’s the unspoken dad of the group, partly because of his parental nature

Mostly because he’s the only one that’s punched joey

So far, anyway

Him and Thomas are the closest friends you’ll ever see

He’s hella gay

He’s supposed to wear glasses, but he doesn’t and he refuses to admit he needs to

He’s got the worst temper

He’s ridiculously worried about Thomas

They weren’t crooked, Joey’s just an unbearable perfectionist that Shawn can’t be arsed to argue with anymore

He calls Wally son

He’s ‘married’ to a man called Charlie McBride (or as married as 2 men can be in the 1930s)

All but Joey and Wally have had to wake him up and tell him to go home because apparently he hasn’t heard of things called ‘breaks’

Wally was too busy laughing at the stone faced middle aged soldier hugging a bendy plush to wake him up

I’m pretty sure it’s canon at this point that he has a lopsided grin

Lacie:

Give this woman a break

Please we are all worried

She’s started hallucinating the bendy animatronic moving pLEASE JUST LET HER S L E E P

She’s bertrums best friend

It’s become a daily occurrence for her, Sammy and Shawn to be dragged away from their desks

She has a stash of whiskey in her desk

Bertram:

He’s so full of himself but you can’t not love him

He brings in cheese and ham toastier every Friday just to say to Joey “looks like I’m 1 short” every time

Which is dig at the fact that Joey’s about 5 foot

He’s amazing at pretty much everything, so he has right to boast in all fairness

He can’t run for shit though

Norman:

Never in your life have you seen a beard like it

It’s incredible

And it’s so f u z z y

He’s an amazing hugger

He’s just great

He’s so soft

I love him

Everyone has been ticked by his beard

He’s a living teddy bear

Jack:

The majority don’t even know he exists

Sammy sees him as a brother

He’s just a child

Nice hats

[ EDIT ]

I fUCKING FORGOT GRANT SHIT—

Grant:

He’s another stress head

His existence is as much of a mystery to the others as Jack’s

He lives in his office

He’s really smart but he’s close to Wally on the common sense scale

There is no obstacle he hasn’t ran into

Spends most of his time around Sammy, as they both prefer quiet places to work

#joey drew #henry stien #wally franks #susie campbell #sammy lawrence #thomas connor #shawn flynn #norman polk #bertrum piedmont #lacie benton #allison pendle #jack fain #grant cohen #hcs

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scatter-kinnin-patter · 5 years

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Mobile About

💜 Under the cut💜

💖🧡💛💚💙💜🖤

About Me

Hello hello! You can call me Scatter when not referring to any of my kins- I’m 22, trans(he/him pronouns), and gay and ace. I’m kinda new to the kin community but consider this a safe space for fictionkin(or all types of otherkin!), fictives, coping link, or whomever may identify with/as fictional characters!

Thinspo, transmeds/truscums, and exclusionists/aphobes please do not interact!

I would love to interact with people from my sources and talk about canons, make friends, and all the like! However, I’m not looking for canonmates(I’ve had a few bad run-ins with people telling me my canons were “wrong” if they didn’t match with theirs, and would rather not go through that again), but I greatly enjoy discussing different canons! Doubles are free to interact!

Disclaimer: I use fictionkin to cope with mental illness, so please try to understand why I do this and don’t interact if you have anti-kin sentiment. I ain’t hurting anyone, and I wouldn’t be here today if I didn’t have fiction to fall back on, so please respect this harmless fun <3

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Kin List

💜Michael Afton💜

Nickname(s): Eggs, Mike/Mikey

Source: Five Nights at Freddy’s

About me: I’m 24, demiboy(he/him), gay, and polyamorous

About my canon: I’m the FNaF 4 brother, Sister Location’s Eggs Benedict, and FFPS’s Night Guard. I’m son of William Afton and Crying Child and Elizabeth’s older brother. I’m very gay for my Phone Guy. I’m also the Michael from The Joy of Creation: Story Mode!

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from FNaF, but I’d adore meeting some Williams and/or Springtraps! I’d love to meet fellow Aftons or nightguards too! Oh and Ennards too, I love all of the animatronics!

💛Roxas💛

Nickname(s): Rucksack

Source: Kingdom Hearts

About me: I’m 22, male(he/him), and gay

About my canon: I don’t remember Xion too much, but Axel and I were inseparable. I wasn’t quite as edgy as everyone portrays me… actually I was a huge nerd! Oh, but was I so in love with my Sora. I know it’s cliche, but being in someone’s heart does that to you. I was also, ironically, great friends with Riku!

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from Kingdom Hearts, but meeting Soras, Axels, and Rikus would make my day and then some.

🖤Darkiplier🖤

Nickname(s): Damien, Dark/Darky

Source: Markiplier’s Egos

About me: I’m 38, agender(he/him or they/them), and bisexual

About my canon: I was once Damien before the events of Who Killed Markiplier, and since then have been living with Mark’s other egos. I have long since forgiven Mark and Wilford, and we live peacefully now. I was very much in love with my Wilford and my Antisepticeye. Celine was resting during my time, so I really only had Damien taking over personality-wise.

Who I’m looking for: Any of Markiplier’s or Jacksepticeye’s egos, but I would adore meeting a Googleplier, Wilford, or Anti.

💙Geno💙

Nickname(s): Starboy, ♡♪!?

Source: Super Mario RPG

About me: I’m a star, so age is complicated, but am an adult, genderless(he/him), and bisexual

About my canon: It’s me, that star from SMRPG! Mallow was a little brother to me, and I was very bi for the rest of my team. I frequently visited Earth again after the events of the Star Road, and fell in love with Dreambert from Mario and Luigi: Dream Team. Cappy from Odyssey and I were also very close friends.

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from the Mario franchise, but I’d really really love meeting some Marios, Bowsers, Cappys, or Dreamberts!

💖Scott Cawthon/Afton💖

Nickname(s): PG/Phone Guy, Scottie

Source: Five Nights at Freddy’s

About me: I’m 25, transmale(he/him), gay and asexual

About my canon: Hello hello~! I was the phone guy! Fun fact: I had two purple guys in my canon- one was my twin brother, the other was William Afton himself. William adopted me, actually, so he’s really quite the father figure, despite… everything. I worked in numerous Fazbear Locations, nearly died in FNaF 1, and came to my final end in FFPS.

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from FNaF, but it’d make my day to meet Purple Guys/William Aftons, Jeremy Fitzgeralds, or Mike Schmidts!

🖤Bendy🖤

Nickname(s): Benjamin, Bendaroo

Source: Bendy and the Ink Machine

About me: Age is complicated cuz I’m a toon, but consider me 21, genderless(he/him), and pansexual

About my canon: Ayyyy it’s the little devil darlin himself! I was very close with my Henry, and he actually broke the loop that freed us all! Oh I was gay for my Henry and my Sammy. Also I’ve been willin to reconcile things with Joey, why not! I was also friends with Cuphead!

Who I’m looking for: Listen, not to be all biased or anythin, I love all BatIM or Cuphead kins, bUT HENRIES AND SAMMIES PLS INTERACT

🧡Lawless🧡

Nickname(s): Hyde, Lawli, Servamp of Greed

Source: Servamp(both the anime and the manga)

About me: I’m an immortal vampire, though forever 18, male(he/him), and bisexual

About my canon: It’s ya favorite tragic backstory thespian! Oh I was hopelessly in love with my Ophelia and Licht, and thankfully have moved past my more, eheh, destructive tendencies. Now I’m just a vamp with an angel trying to recover from it all!

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from Servamp, but I’d give anything to meet a fellow Licht or any of my Vamp-Sibs!

💚Link/Masky💚

Nickname(s): Grasshopper, Hero of Time

Source: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time + Majora’s Mask

About me: I’m 18, male(he/him), and aromantic/asexual.

About my canon: I go by the name “Masky” to avoid confusion with other Links, as Majora’s Mask was my more prominent canon in both memory and my behaviors. I was short, and a bit more on the apathetic side, but I was always taking notes in my notebook and studying each scene. Guess I was more of the “think things through” type. I later on taught the Hero from Twilight Princess.

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from any Zelda game(I’ve played nearly them all), though I’d love to meet fellow Links from other timelines.

💜Virgil Sanders💜

Nickname(s): Virge, Anxiety

Source: Sanders Sides

About me: I’m 29, male(he/him), gay and asexual.

About my canon: My canon was Found Family Trope. Patton was like a father to me, and I was in a polyamorous relationship with Roman, Logan, and Deceit. Remus was cool, though we were never involved romantically or platonically. Fun fact: I had a cat hoodie in my canon that matched Pat’s but it was black and purple, lol.

Who I’m looking for: Any of the Sides, but Romans, Logans, and Deceits would be cool to meet(please no “evil” Deceits, though)

💙Taako Taako💙

Nickname(s): Koko, Bastard

Source: The Adventure Zone: Balance

About me: I’m an elf, so I’m well over 100, transmale(he/him), and gay

About my canon: Fun fact, even though I love Kravitz to no end, I was involved romantically with my Magnus! Saved the world, cooked some food, it’s what we do!

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from TaZ, but PLEASE the 7 birds- especially Magnus or Merle, interact!!!

🧡Lampy🧡

Nickname(s): Tim/Timothy, Lamps

Source: The Brave Little Toaster

About me: I’m an appliance, I have no “age”!, genderless(he/him), and gay

About my canon: Only lived through the first 2 movies, never really considered “Goes to Mars” as canon… maybe more of a fever dream. I was pretty darn smart, though social cues weren’t my strong suit. I was so in love with my Radio, though~!

Who I’m looking for: Literally anyone from either TBLT movie- but especially Radio!

💚Edd💚

Nickname(s): None(?)

Source: Eddsworld

About me: I’m 26, male(he/him), and gay

About my canon: I’m just a chaotic cat lover, what can I say! I miss having Tord as a friend and I was in love with my Tom and Eduardo! Uhhhh… Cola.

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from Eddsworld, but Toms Tords and Eduardos please interact!

💛Ethan💛

Nickname(s): Gold

Source: Pokemon Silver/Gold

About me: I’m 20, transmale(he/him), and gay

About my canon: I traveled across both Johto and Kanto with my Cyndaquil, and had a pair of roller blades! I was always on some kind of wheels, a speed demon for sure, and a bit egotistical/loud XD. I had… a relationship with Red, don’t remember if it was platonic or romantic. BFFs with Blue and Kris, and Silver was my boyf <3

Who I’m looking for: Literally ANYONE from Pokemon, but… Reds Blues and Silvers… hit me up 👀

🧡Arthur🧡

Nickname(s): Arty

Source: Mystery Skulls Animated

About me: I’m 25, male(he/him), and gay

About my canon: GUESS WHO DIDN’T DIE AFTER HELLBENT!!! Listen fam Arthur is my kin that goes into hibernation but revives every 2 years to scream before going back to vibing in the background. Had a poly relationship where both Vivi and I dated Lewis, but Vivi and I didn’t date each other, if that makes sense.

Who I’m looking for: Anyone MSA… Lewis and Vivi tho… hai-

💙Cloud Strife💙

Nickname(s): Soldier boy, Spikey

Source: Kingdom Hearts(mainly), Final Fantasy 7

About me: I’m 23, male(he/him), gay and ace

About my canon: I’m KH Cloud more than FF7, though I still connect with my FF7 self. I was one of Xehanort’s first experiments with heartless, which is how he was able to separate Sephiroth and I. Sora was like a baby brother to me. Leon and I were classic rivals-to-lovers. Fight me.

Who I’m looking for: Hit me up if you’re anyone KH(say hi to Roxas too while you’re at it) and/or FF7. Not really picky, down to chat with whomever.

💖Charles Calvin💖

Nickname(s): Charlie

Source: The Henry Stickmin Collection

About me: I’m 27, transmale(he/him), queer and ace

About my canon: Listen I just started kinnie this boi the day I typed this all I know is I had a cool pilot jacket and I’m a disaster queer and love flying choppers and Henry cute aaaaaa

Who I’m looking for: Please… I will take ANY thsc kinnies…

💖🧡💛💚💙💜🖤

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browniefox · 5 years

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on your AO3 account you have around 25 fics which are currently unfinished. I was just wondering how many of these were discontinued? You don’t have to give an in depth answer if you don’t want to, I was just curious. Also all of your works are really good and I can’t wait to read more!

You pose a good question. And I kinda want to do an indepth answer? If for no other reason, than to kind of go over them myself? And I’m glad you like my writing :)

Role Reversal - Supernatural - Discontinued

This one (and probably most of these ones I’m going to start with) are pretty much discontinued. I have just no drive or interest in continuing it. If I ever did, I’d want to start it completely over, since the writing is just so old. Like, wow, five years old at this point. This fic inparticular, I had better ideas for it after I had published it. At this point I’m keeping it around for like posterity’s sake.

From Heaven to Earth - Supernatural - Discontinued

This one is discontinued as well. It was an interesting fic, but I had no idea where I was really going with it.

Wiccans Don’t Use Rifles - Supernatural - Discontinued

I kinda like this title, but this fic is definitely discontinued. I had no idea what had caused this weird thing to happen in the timeline. It’s like a fic I would’ve liked to read, but didn’t know how to write.

More Than One - Sonic the Hedgehog - Discontinued

I actually had way more of an idea of the plot for this one than I did the previous four, but I just lost steam on it and grew dissatisfied with my own portrayls of the characters. Also I think there was maybe another chapter that I head meant to post but never did? And that’s always annoying :P Also I hate the name and summary.

Strangers of the Woods - Homestuck - Discontinued

Uhuh, no no, not a huge fan of this one. I don’t really like the plot anymore, or how I was executing it, and I definitely think I could’ve done much better work. I used to really like the plot, but now I’m just kind of embarressed about it.

The Monsters Came - Undertale - Discontinued... probably

This is one of those fics that I could see myself writing another chapter to years later, if I’m ever really bored or have a really good idea how to portray the inegration of monster and human culture and stuff, but honestly it’s probably not going to update again knowing me

Galaxy’s Mightiest Guardians - Avengers/Guardians of the Galaxy - Eternal Hiatus

By ‘Eternal Hiatus’, I mean that maybe maybe maybe in a distant future, I’ll update it, or if I like watch Gotg 3 and get excited I might write another chapter. I really liked the whole language barrier going on, but I just have too many things to work on to try and figure out what to do with the plot

Gemstone Tutor Reborn - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - Discontinued, sadly

I love love love gem aus, especially art and stuff for them. And I guess that my ideas for this just didn’t go far enough away from canon to make me happy with it. But I still love it, even though I know I’m probably never going to update it.

Flower For Your Thoughts - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - Kinda Finished Actually?

I should really change this one form 3/? to just 3/3. If I ever want to update it, I can and will, but i’m pretty satisfied with the three chapters i’ve written for it. Thsi is one of the fics I’m really proud of, and I love this way lesser used soulmate au

Virtuous - Fullmetal Alchemist - Eternal Hiatus

Another fic that met it’s death due to the fact that I didn’t plan the plot enough. I did know that I wanted there to be seven ‘virtues’ but choosing the characters and figuring out, like, the rest of the fic just never happened. I still love the concept of it though

A Doggone Mess - Youtubers - Complete

Another one I should change to complete, seeing as it was a series of one-shots anyway. It was left incomplete because at the time I kept writing more, but now that I’ve more or less finished, I should really let that reflect on the fic itself.

Soulless Machines - Detroit: Become Human - Complete

The exact same situation of ‘Doggone Mess’ where I was writing a bunch for it, but now I’m happy with where it is and what I’ve written for it. In fact, I’m just in general happy with this fic and reread it often enough.

The Dragon Watching Over My Shoulder - The Dragon Prince - Hiatus...?

I always meant to update it when the second season came out, and then I never watched it... UNTIL RECENTLY! So it’s possible that someday, maybe even soon, I’ll update it. But I’ve had a lot of different projects I’m working on right now, so don’t expect anything like immediately

Thanks for the Memories - Paranatural - Hiatus

One day, I hope to update this. I don’t have it thoroughly planned, but I do have it enough - and it should be short enough - that I think it’d be doable.

Tradition - Legend of Zelda - Hiatus

I do plan to update this one! I really like this au, and while I’m not entirely sure where it’s going or where it’ll end, I enjoy writing about this Ganondorf, and though I may not complete, I definitely want to continue it

The Legend of Zelda: Folds of Darkness - take a wild guess - Discontinued probs

I never really planned to continue this one. I may, however, one day write a prequel to it? Or maybe rewrite this one (with a better title). I’ve played around with this au and the characters and the backstories and kinda have grown attached to em

Dream Team vs The Ink Machine - BaTIM - Hiatus

I do want to finished this one, especially because it’s so long at this point. I have a vague idea of where I want it to go, it’s just a matter of finding the time to write it when I’m not doing other things or working on other fics

Fires and Espers - KHR/MP100 - Hiatus

I don’t think I’ll finish this fic, but I do want to update. I like this little au, and I want to go more into Reigen’s ‘past’ and stuff. It’s just kinda fun to write in :D

The Future Waits For No One - How to Train Your Dragon - Hiatus

I actually do know where the plot is going! Again, I just need to actually get to writing it. I’ve enjoyed writing it, and it’s seemed to get pretty good reception too :)

The Path Less Traveled By - Digimon - Hiatus

The biggest thing stopping me from writing this fic is that it required me rewatching the anime and sometimes it just takes the slightest thing to make me too lazy to do something. But I love Joe, and hope to start diverging from canon at some point, but it probably won’t be updating soon

Wrong Place, Wrong Time - Detroit: Become Human - Discontinued probably

If I update, it’ll be a miracle. I always seem to start these Avergers crossovers and never finish them. I’m not really intersted in it anymore :(

Tipping the Scales - Daredevil/Avengers - Hiatus

I want to finish this one! I really like it, and it’ll just be another four or so chapters until it’s finished, and it’s really cute :) but I’m been really into drawing lately - and Hollow Knight - and they’ve distracted me from writing :P

#browniefox speaks #browniefox writes #my fics #ask #answer #sorry for the late response :P

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queenofcats17 · 5 years

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Epic

I’ve written BATIM fics to Hadestown songs before. But I recently rediscovered this song, and I wanted to write it. This video held a lot of inspiration too.

This story is very much about my version of Joey, but the song works for many of them, I believe.

@halfusek ‘s Abomination also heavily influenced this.

Heavy and hard is the heart of the king King of iron, king of steel The heart of the king loves everything Like the hammer loves the nail

Joey Drew had long since convinced himself that the world was against him. A lifetime of bullying and ostracization had told him that no one was ever going to support him. The school had never done anything to help him. His parents had brought up the subject time after time, and the administration had said they’d do something. But they never did. Because he was different. The administration couldn’t very well tell the students not to beat up the sickly Jewish kid, right? After quite a while of this, his older sister Esther just started beating up those who dared hurt her brother. Of course, most had been quick to demonize her for this, but it had made Joey feel better.

“You don’t need to beat them up,” Joey said as Esther cleaned off the fresh scrape on her knee. “Everybody just gets mad at you for it.” Their parents had told her off for getting into another fight, especially given she was about to go into high school. They were more worried about her than anything else, though, unlike the school administration. They didn’t know how much they could protect her.

“So?” Esther didn’t look up, wincing a bit as she applied the rubbing alcohol to her scrape. “They hurt you, so they deserve to be hurt back.”

“But Ma and Pa are always really mad when you beat them up.” Joey hugged his knees, trying to hide his smile.

“I don’t care.” Esther looked up, her eyes meeting his. “You’re my brother and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

At the time, he’d felt comforted by her words. He felt better knowing that she was on his side. But then she’d gotten into high school, and she’d turned her back on him like everyone else. Suddenly she had responsibilities and expectations to uphold. Suddenly, she didn’t have time for him anymore. His parents weren’t much better, in his opinion. They too talked about expectations and responsibilities.

“A career in the arts is rather risky, don’t you think?” They’d say. “Are you sure you’d be able to get by?" They were always talking about money, if he’d be able to make a living, if he’d be comfortable. Their families had had nothing when they’d come here. They knew what it was to be hungry. Their worry had nothing to do with his abilities. But to Joey, barely 18 and angry at everything, it felt as though they didn’t believe in him. So, he decided that he didn’t need friends nor family. Obviously, everyone would only abandon him in the end. They’d never believed in him anyway. If he wanted to be successful, he had to harden his heart. He couldn’t let anyone get in the way of his ambition.

After Henry had left, he’d hardened his heart once more. He’d thought Henry would stay. He’d thought Henry would support him, would share in his dreams and be by his side forever. But Henry too had abandoned him. Everyone left in the end. And so Joey’s talk of dreams grew hollow. Not even he believed himself anymore.

But the heart of a man is a simple one Small and soft, flesh and blood And all that it loves is a woman A woman is all that it loves

He had moments of what he called weakness, of course. Moments where he missed his family, missed having friends, missed having people to support him. But he knew how to deal with those moments of weakness. He knew how to numb his feelings to make sure they didn’t bother him. Alcohol usually did the job well enough. He’d sit in his office, drinking until he couldn’t see or think straight.

“You shouldn’t drink so much, sir,” Grant told him whenever he found Joey doing this. “It’s bad for you.”

“Shut up,” Joey growled from behind his bottle. “Just give me the reports and get out.” There were very few who had seen him in this state. Grant was one of them because Joey knew Grant could keep his mouth shut. And so, Grant bowed his head, put the reports on the table, and left.

Alone once more, Joey cursed his heart. No matter how hard he tried, these moments always crept up on him. Some little thing would happen and remind him of better days, of what he’d once had. He’d gotten rid of any reminders of Henry in the years after his friend had left, and no one dared speak Henry’s name for fear of setting Joey off. For all his smiles and talk of dreams, Joey was a cruel and unforgiving person. Sammy was the only one who could talk back to him without getting fired.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Drew?!” Sammy yelled, slamming his hands on Joey’s desk.

“Is something wrong, Sammy?” Joey asked, trying to hide the slight slur in his words. That day hadn’t been a particularly good one. It was the anniversary of the founding of the studio, a reminder to Joey that the man he’d thought he could depend on had left him high and dry. Sure, Henry visited, he sent letters, but it did nothing to mend Joey’s broken heart. He’d coped with it the way he always did. By drinking.

“You’re giving me two days to write three songs,” Sammy growled. “That’s not enough time and you know it.”

“I’m sure you can do it,” Joey said dismissively. “If you can’t, I’ll find another music director.” Sammy was about to launch into a tirade but suddenly stopped. He leaned closer, eyes narrowed, and sniffed.

“Have you been drinking?” He asked, his voice softening. He looked genuinely concerned. Immediately, Joey felt rage well up in his chest.

“That’s none of your business, Lawrence.” He snapped. “Are you going to get me the songs or not?” But Sammy was undeterred.

“Are you alright?” He asked, leaning on the desk. “You can tell me if you’re not.”

“I’m fine.” Joey gritted his teeth, forcing himself to smile. “Don’t you have songs to write? We’re on a deadline. I won’t have you missing it.”

“You’re not alright.” Sammy insisted. “I can smell the alcohol on your breath, Joey. What happened?”

“Nothing happened. I’m fine.”

Sammy drew back a bit, eyes narrowing in thought. Then recognition passed over his face.

“Oh...” He stood up. “It’s the anniversary of the founding of the studio.”

“Yes, it is. But that’s not important.” Joey’s smile was so wide and so clearly forced it looked unnatural. “You should get back to work, Sammy.”

“You know you can talk to me if you need to.” Sammy moved to lean on the desk again, to get close to Joey. Joey shoved him as hard as he could, sending the music director stumbling backward.

“I don’t need your pity. I’m paying you to work, not to hold my hand and play shrink.” He growled, letting the facade drop. “If you can’t do your job, I’ll find someone who can. Do you understand?” For a moment, Sammy looked hurt. Then his face settled into a mask of irritated indifference.

“I understand.” His voice was monotone as he turned and left. Joey collapsed back into his chair, fishing out his nearly empty bottle of whatever booze he’d picked up from the liquor store. It didn’t matter what it was. Just so long as it got him drunk.

And Hades is King of the scythe and the sword He covers the world in the color of rust He scrapes the sky and scars the earth And he comes down heavy and hard on us

He taught himself not to care about other people, to put his own success and happiness first. Nothing else mattered as long as he survived and his name was remembered. He wasn’t a good boss, he knew that full well. He pushed his employees further than they were able to go, demanded more of them than he should have. Sammy and Grant were perpetually on the verge of a nervous breakdown because of him, the animators were overworked and underpaid, the studio was hemorrhaging money, and that wasn’t even touching on the absolute mess with Bendy Land.

His employees talked behind his back, sure, saying that they didn’t understand what he was doing with the company. But when push came to shove, they were afraid of him. They’d do what he asked because he was the one with the power. He was king in this studio, holding their souls in the palms of his hands. Whether they liked it or not, they would give up their lives for the sake of his dream. Their lives were inconsequential. They didn’t matter. No one mattered but him.

He was justified he told himself as he sliced Norman’s neck, the blood soaking into his white shirt and staining his skin rust red. The projectionist had been poking around, snooping in on Joey’s plans. He’d gone looking and had found the grotesque version of Bendy that the GENT Ink Machine had produced.

“You should have left well enough alone.” He whispered as he watched the light fade from the older man’s eyes. He didn’t enjoy this. The killing. He liked having the power over other people, but the process of killing was...messy. It wasn’t a pleasurable experience for him. Some part of him was sickened by the killing. But it was necessary. No one would stop him.

He dragged Norman’s body to one of the coffins, setting it beside the one that held Susie’s body. She’d been one of the earliest sacrifices. So eager to reclaim Alice Angel. It still tickled him how easy it had been to manipulate her into giving up her life. Sammy had been furious with him, of course, but Joey had managed to talk him around to it.

“She’s happy. She’s embodying the role she loves. Besides, now she’ll be young and beautiful forever!” Joey had told him. “She’ll never have to worry about losing roles because she’s getting too old or she’s not pretty enough. Don’t you want her to have security?”

Susie was a sweet girl, but so terribly insecure. Both Joey and Sammy knew this. Her insecurity was what had driven her away from Sammy and into Joey’s arms. From what Joey could tell, she’d always been riddled with anxieties. Always afraid of not being good enough, not being pretty enough. She’d been voicing Alice Angel for years when Joey decided to replace her, so it was natural that she’d grow attached to the character. Of course, he didn’t really think Allison could do better. He just needed a reason to make Susie desperate.

Allison herself had been rather unaffected by Joey, but that was only because Thomas had stepped in and protected her. Joey wasn’t sure if she knew what he’d done. She was always polite and courteous to him, so he imagined she didn’t. Still, she was much more confident in herself than Susie was, and thus harder to manipulate. She could be flattered, yes, but that only went so far. He knew he couldn’t seduce her the way he had Susie, nor could he prey on her insecurities. Her only weakness was Thomas, and Joey wasn’t eager to take on the other man in a fight.

It was their fault for falling for his manipulation, he told himself. If they were smarter, they wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Of course, most weren’t fooled by his act. They could see through his bullshit smiles and fine words. But those who did believe him...Well, he didn’t let them get away.

But even that hardest of hearts unhardened Suddenly, when he saw her there Persephone in her mother’s garden Sun on her shoulders, wind in her hair

Joey had known he was gay since he’d been very young. He’d learned quickly not to publicize his attraction to men, especially after he’d been mercilessly bullied for kissing another boy on the playground, but it was still there. No amount of suppression would make it just go away. When he’d been 18, his attempts to harden his heart were much less successful than he’d hoped, especially after he met Henry. The moment he’d laid eyes on Henry, his heart had melted. Henry had always been rather babyfaced, but as a fresh-faced college student, he’d been downright cherubic.

The two of them had run into each other on their first day of classes. Joey hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going, and neither had Henry apparently, so they’d run straight into each other. Joey wasn’t exactly in the best of moods, so he was prepared to scream at whoever had run into him. Until he saw Henry’s face. Henry was flat on his ass, his large glasses askew, his soft brown hair mussed in a way that was frankly adorable. He was wearing an oversized sweater, pants that were too big for him, and some beaten up loafers. He looked like just about every nerd Joey had gotten stuffed in lockers with, and yet infinitely cuter. His lips looked so soft and plush, and Joey just wanted to bury his face in the other boy’s fluffy hair.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” Henry looked distraught, trying desperately to gather up his and Joey’s books. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. I-”

“I-It’s okay.” Joey cleared his throat, helping to gather the books as well. “I wasn’t looking where I was going either.”

“I guess we were both lost in our own worlds, huh?” Henry smiled. And Joey’s heart melted.

“Yeah.” Joey smiled back, a tad awkwardly. “Um, I’m Joey. Joey Drew.” He held out a hand to the smaller boy. Henry stared at the offered hand for a moment before gingerly shaking it.

“Henry. Henry Stein.” His smile turned shy. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“So, um, which class are you headed to?” Joey withdrew his hand, shoving it in his pocket.

Henry fumbled his books a bit to pull out his schedule. “Umm...Introduction to Art History, room 406.”

“Me too!” Joey’s face lit up.

“Really?” Henry brightened as well. “What a coincidence!”

“Maybe we could sit together,” Joey suggested, a hopeful note in his voice. He hadn’t been able to make a lot of friends since he’d come to the college. It didn’t help that he was living in a ratty apartment a mile from campus because he couldn’t afford on-campus housing.

“I’d love that!” Henry gave him a big smile, and Joey’s heart melted.

The smell of the flowers she held in her hand And the pollen that fell from her fingertips And suddenly Hades was only a man With a taste of nectar upon his lips, singing: La la la la la la la…

Being Henry’s friend was the best thing that had ever happened to Joey. For what felt like the first time in his life, he had a friend. Henry was in his corner, no matter what happened. He was Jewish too, although Joey had long since abandoned his faith. Absolutely no one was allowed to know about that part of him. He wanted to make something of himself, and he’d seen how being open about their heritage and faith had affected his parents. Even his sister hadn’t publicized her faith. Sometimes Joey wished he could find the comfort in religion that Henry and his family did. It would have been nice to have something he could believe in.

Henry wasn’t ashamed of who he was. He had none of the persistent self-loathing that Joey did. When they’d met, Henry had admittedly still been figuring himself out. But even as the two of them grew into adulthood, Henry showed no signs of developing any kind of self-hatred. He proved to be easy-going and calm, reigning in Joey’s more manic tendencies. The two of them worked well together, especially once the studio was set up. Joey had the charisma and silver tongue to get through the business parts, as well as quite a lot of ideas, while Henry supplied the actual content.

Joey was never happier than when he was with Henry. Henry was such a genuinely good person, always polite and kind to everyone he met. Or at least, polite. There were some cases where he didn’t particularly want to be kind. He made Joey want to be a better person, always pushing him in the right direction or to do the right thing. He relied perhaps a bit too much on Henry to be his moral compass. Henry had never been one for confrontation, something Joey only really noticed in passing. He didn’t often speak out against Joey, tending instead to keep his grievances to himself. After all, his grievances were always rather small. Just little things. But as time went on, his grievances began to build. Still, he kept quiet, always telling himself he’d bring his complaints up at a later date.

Then they’d opened the studio together. Henry had been seeing Linda for nearly a year at this point. He’d met her when he and Joey were working odd jobs in order to get up enough money to start the studio. Joey hadn’t been all that fond of her at first but had relented his displeasure after seeing how happy she made Henry. He was also a little scared Linda would beat him up. She was a small woman, but she’d been working a factory job when they’d met her.

“This is it!” Joey said, wrapping an arm around Henry and pulling him closer. “Our own studio!”

“It is pretty exciting, huh?” Henry grinned, unable to stop himself from laughing.

“Come on! You have to see the inside!” Joey let go of him, fumbling out some keys and opening the door with a flourish. Joey’s expression was enough to send Henry into another wave of laughter. His friend very much resembled an excited child, eager to show their parent something they were proud of.

He stepped inside, looking curiously around. The hallways still smelled faintly of sawdust. Everything was new and fresh, completely untouched. Henry almost didn’t want to venture further in for fear of sullying this place with his presence.

“What do you think?” Joey asked, striding in behind him.

“Well, it’s great so far.” Henry glanced back at him with a smile. His excitement continued as he entered what seemed to be the main lobby. Until he saw the company name plastered onto three reels.

“Joey Drew...Studios?” His smile fell a bit. He turned to Joey, who was standing nearby with an eager look on his face. “Why is the studio named after you?”

“I thought you said you didn’t mind being out of the spotlight?” Joey’s eager expression dampened a bit.

“I don’t. It just...” Henry pursed his lips, then sighed and shook his head. “You know, nevermind. It’s not important.”

“Are...Are you sure?” Joey asked.

“I’m sure.” Henry nodded. “Now show me the rest of the studio.”

“Well, alright.” Joey gestured for him to follow.

The rest of the tour went well, but Joey couldn’t put that moment from his mind. Henry had seemed rather upset to see Joey’s name on the wall and not his own. But Henry had said that he didn’t mind being out of the spotlight. So what was the problem with it? He tried to put it from his mind and focus on getting the studio off the ground.

Norman, Sammy, and Wally were some of the first few to be hired. Both Henry and Joey had become friends with Sammy after working at a bar where he played music. He was responsible for bringing in most of the band, since he had more contacts in that field. Wally and Norman, meanwhile, had responded to ads put in the paper by the studio asking for a janitor and a projectionist.

At first, Henry was the only animator they had. Joey trusted no one else to draw Bendy and Boris. Henry had always had a tendency to work himself harder than he should, but with Joey relying on him like this he’d gotten even worse. The other employees would often come in to find that Henry hadn’t gone home, finding him asleep at his desk or drinking an ungodly amount of coffee in order to keep going. Everyone became rather worried about him, especially Linda.

She came by the studio a lot to check on Henry. Joey heard her talking to Henry in hushed tones whenever she visited. Occasionally, she’d stop in to say hello to Joey and ask how he was doing, but more often than not she just made a beeline for her husband’s desk. Joey mostly tried to stay out of her way, but he had a bad habit of eavesdropping when it came to Henry.

“I’m fine, Lin, really.” Henry’s words were slurred by his lack of sleep. “I just need to meet this deadline.”

“You say that every time.” Linda sighed. “You can’t keep going like this. You’ll end up killing yourself.”

“I’m not going to die.” Henry laughed, but the sound was hollow. Joey felt his heart sink at the sound of Henry’s voice. God, Henry sounded so tired. He wasn’t killing his best friend, was he? He quickly shook his head. That was ridiculous. If Henry felt he was being overworked, he would have told him. And so he walked away, failing to hear the rest of Linda and Henry’s conversation.

“Well, have you at least talked to Joey?” Linda asked, glancing down the hallway to the staircase that led to Joey’s office.

“Not...yet.” Henry hunched his shoulders, drawing into himself. “But I will. I promise, I will.”

“Henry...” Linda cupped her husband’s face in her hands. “You can’t keep putting it off.”

“I know...” Henry averted his gaze but lifted his hands to touch hers. “I just don’t want to bother him. The studio’s just getting off the ground, so we’ve all been busy. It wouldn’t be fair for me to dump my problems on him.”

“If he’s really your friend, he’ll understand.” Linda pulled away. “I hope you’ll be home for dinner tonight.” She knew full well he probably wouldn’t be. But she could hope.

As more time passed, Henry’s grievances began to build. He tried to push them down, but he was almost at his breaking point now. No matter how hard he tamped them down, they rose up again, constantly at the back of his mind.

Joey relied on him far too much to push him in the right direction.

Joey took credit for work Henry had done.

Joey expected far too much of him.

Joey took and took and took and never gave anything.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. When he entered Joey’s office, his friend was a little surprised. Henry had a rather grim look on his face, one Joey was rather sure he hadn’t seen before.

“Is something wrong?” Joey asked, quickly shuffling away his paperwork.

Henry took a deep breath, leaning on Joey’s desk. “We need to talk.”

“We...We do?” Joey felt his stomach begin to sink.

“I can’t do this anymore, Joey.” Henry continued, his eyes on the floor. “I haven’t seen Linda in weeks now, I’m working so hard I can't remember what it’s like to sleep on an actual bed. It’s just...It’s too much.” Joey stared at him for a moment, licking his lips. Why did his mouth suddenly feel so dry?

“I...I understand.” He managed to force the words out, putting on a shaky smile. “I’m so sorry, Henry. I didn’t know how much pressure I was putting on you.”

Henry immediately relaxed, as though a weight had been taken off his shoulders. “I know this was supposed to be our dream, but I really need to find somewhere else. I can’t work for you. You’re my best friend. I can’t be strictly professional around you.”

“I understand.” Joey nodded again, his smile staying in place. But Henry could tell his friend was forcing himself to put up a happy front.

“I’m not leaving you, Joey.” He reached out and took Joey’s hand in his. “I’m still going to be here for you. I’ll visit. I just can’t work here anymore.” Joey looked down at Henry’s hands, admiring the callouses on Henry’s fingers and the ink that forever seemed to outline the ridges of his fingertips.

“I know.” His voice was soft as he lifted his gaze to meet Henry’s. “I hope you’ll be happier elsewhere.”

“Thank you.” Henry squeezed his hand. “And I hope you make this the most amazing studio the world has ever seen.”

Joey wished he could believe him.

And what has become of the heart of that man, Now that the man is King? What has become of the heart of that man, Now that he has everything?

One could count on one hand the number of people who brought up how much Joey had changed. Wally was one, but that was only because he tended to just say whatever was on his mind without thinking. Sammy was the one who brought it up the most often. He was one of the original employees, after all. He’d seen Joey’s slow descent into madness and wasn’t afraid to call him out on it.

”What happened to your dream?!” He demanded after Joey had given him yet another impossible deadline.

“What does the deadline have to do with my ‘dream’?” Joey asked coolly. Grant had delivered that month’s expense reports, so Joey was already in a rather sour mood.

“You’re practically a slave driver now!” Sammy slammed his hands on the desk. “You’re working everyone too hard and expecting too much of us! You used to care about the employees here! Now you just treat them like machines!”

“I do care about my employees.” Joey looked the slightest bit offended. “I’m simply pushing you all so you can achieve your true potential.”

“Our true potential.” Sammy scoffed, drawing away and folding his arms. “That’s bullshit.”

“Well, it certainly worked for Susie.”

Sammy stiffened at the mention of Susie. He hadn’t been allowed to see her since her transformation into Alice. Joey had told him that Susie didn’t want to see him, which was partially true. He also didn’t want Sammy undoing all of his hard work and showing Susie how she’d been manipulated.

“Is she...She’s still alright, isn’t she?” His voice was much softer and he wouldn’t look at Joey. His fingers began to twitch as he fought the urge to start fidgeting.

“She’s fine.” Joey smiled, folding his hands on his desk. “Although, if you keep pushing me, she might not continue to be.”

“Don’t hurt her.” Sammy’s eyes snapped up.

“Then keep doing your work.” Joey’s smile widened.

“I can’t do it,” Sammy said, giving in to his desire to fidget. “There’s too much to be done and not enough time.”

“You just have to believe, Sammy.” Joey’s voice was soft and soothing. “Have faith in me.” A flash of annoyance passed across Sammy’s face, but he said nothing.

“If you do as I say, everything will be fine.” Joey continued. “Now go on. You have songs to complete.” He gestured to the door. Sammy gritted his teeth and hung his head. Without another word, he turned and left the office.

Joey sat back in his chair, satisfied by this outcome. Perhaps, though, he should pay a visit to Alice. It had been a bit since his last visit. She’d been a bit...emotional the last time. She was still upset about the whole debacle with Allison, not to mention that she hadn’t come out ‘perfect’ enough to earn Joey’s praise.

He filed away the rest of his paperwork and headed to where Susie was. She was a floor or two up, along with a few other transformed employees. It was a bit sad that no one had asked where Wally had gone. Perhaps they were all happier now that he wasn’t constantly chattering in their ears. He’d been a terrible mechanic too. Joey hummed to himself as the elevator screeched upwards. He saw Thomas talking to Allison on one of the floors and waved. Thomas gave him a poisonous glare.

“Hey, Mr. Drew.” The employee in charge of watching the ink creatures greeted him when he stepped off. They were a skinny kid of indeterminate race and gender who called themselves Adrien Amsel. They tended to blend into the background because everything about them was brown, from their hair to their clothes. Joey had just kind of found them on the street and decided they’d be a good person to hire since they didn’t ask any questions or care about much of anything. They had something that was like a reception desk or guard post. It was just a desk with a chair.

“Hello, Adrien.” Joey strode out of the elevator. “How is my angel doing today?”

Adrien shrugged, their gaze mostly on their book. “I mean, she hasn’t started screaming or anything.”

There was music coming from inside, which was probably a good sign. Joey moved to the door, looking over at Adrien. The teenager flipped a page. They were reading a copy of Grimm’s Fairytales.

“Fairytales, hm?” Joey paused with his hand on the doorknob.

“It was a present from my godfather,” Adrien said. “I thought it’d be rude if I didn’t read it.”

“Alright.” Joey turned back to the door. “You know what to do if things get out of hand.”

“Yep.” Adrien gestured vaguely what looked like a fire extinguisher at their side. It wasn’t really a fire extinguisher. It was filled with acetone. Susie’s body was made of ink now, so acetone was a good deterrent for...unwanted behavior.

Joey smiled and walked in, closing the door behind him. He was rather pleased with the scene he found before him. Alice was sitting in the middle of the room singing while the other ink creatures played instruments. They couldn’t play well, since most of them had malformed limbs, but they were playing all the same. A chorus for an angel. Boris was playing the clarinet, but it was wildly out of tune. Alice stopped, gently slapping Boris’ back.

“What happened to your musicality?” She asked. “You’re great at the clarinet!” Boris looked sheepish, hunching his shoulders.

“Don’t give him too hard of a time,” Joey said, entering the room with the pomp and circumstance he thought was necessary. “He’s still getting used to this new world.” Boris moved away from Joey, whimpering. Or at least, he was trying to whimper. Joey had made sure he couldn’t make any noise.

“Joey!” Alice immediately stood up. She was the perfect image of Alice. But without a halo. He needed to find some way to get her a halo.

“Hello, my darling angel.” Joey walked forward, cupping Alice’s face in his hands. “You’re as lovely as ever.”

“I thought...You said I wasn’t perfect.” Alice lowered her eyes shyly, her cheeks coloring.

“You’re not perfect yet, but we will make you perfect.” Joey rubbed his thumb across her cheek. “After all, you’re my angel.” Alice smile, but then quickly looked back at him.

“But what about Allison?” She demanded, taking Joey’s hands off of her. “You aren’t going to replace me again, are you? You haven’t come back in a while. How am I supposed to know that you didn’t just decide you could do better with her?!” The ink around her began to bubble, the ink making up her body began to dribble. Boris whimpered, backing up.

“I won’t replace you,” Joey assured her, keeping his cool. “In my eyes, you’re the only Alice. I only had Allison take the role to see if it would drive up sales. Obviously, the world wasn’t fooled.” He took her hand again. “You are the only Alice Angel.”

“...You better not be lying to me.” Alice stared at him. She hadn’t been a dangerous person as a human. But ink creatures had certain powers. And Alice was a very powerful ink creature.

“I would never lie to you.” Joey kissed her cheek. He was lucky Susie had always fallen for this sort of thing. Lucky that she’d never picked up on his unrequited crush on Henry. Boris watched him warily, holding the clarinet to his chest as though it would save him. Joey kept smiling.

Alice seemed satisfied by this, a smile returning to her face. She walked back to where she’d been sitting, arranging herself primly on her chair.

“So, what brings you here?” She asked. “You never visit anymore.”

“Things have been...busy,” Joey said slowly, sitting down next to her. “I’ve been dealing with quite a bit.”

“You’re always working so much nowadays.” Alice rested her head on his shoulder. Her horns dug into his shoulder a bit. “Always so serious.”

“I suppose you’re going to bring up how I’ve changed, hm?” Joey let the bitterness slip into his voice.

Alice pulled away, her brow furrowed. “Did someone else bring it up?”

“Sammy did.” Joey’s smile fell a bit as his irritation became plain. “Kept talking about how I’d forgotten my ‘dream’. All of this is for my dream! I push them so that they can achieve their true potential! So that we can all be better!” He slammed his fist down on the chair beside him. All the other ink creatures had shied away from him at this, especially Boris. But Alice stayed.

“You have changed. But it’s not a bad thing.” She said, smiling and taking his arm. “Sammy doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He never did.” Her nose wrinkled in disgust for a moment. “You’re making dreams come true.”

“Yes, I am.” Joey smiled back. “And it’s all thanks to you.”

She was such a fool for trusting him. It would only bring her pain in the end.

The more he has, the more he holds, The greater the weight of the world on his shoulders See how he labors beneath that load Afraid to look up, and afraid to let go And he keeps his head low, and he keeps his back bending He grows so afraid that he'll lose what he owns But what he doesn't know is that what he's defending Is already gone

The bigger the studio got, the tighter Joey held to it. No one could say he didn’t love this studio. Everything he did was to ensure its success. But somewhere along the way, his love had become twisted. He loved the studio as a possession, something he could own, something he could use. He loved his workers not as people, but as tools. Everything within the studio walls was his, and woe to anyone who tried to take what was his. The employees could call him incompetent all they liked. He was in charge. He couldn’t let this studio fail. He couldn’t. If he failed, then those who had doubted him would be right. He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.

He became controlling, demanding perfection from everyone in the studio.

Bertrum and Lacie tried to take it away from him. Bertrum had threatened to quit, to take all his plans and go elsewhere. He and Joey had been having an argument about it near the elevator shaft on Level S. Bertrum had his plans and blueprints shoved in a bag and clutched to his chest.

“Bertie, please, you can’t leave.” Joey’s smile was forced and fragile. He felt he might snap at any moment. He knew he probably wasn’t going to get Bendyland off the ground. Not with Grant dead. They’d found the accountant hanging in his office. The pressure had gotten too much for him.

“Let me go, Mr. Drew!” Bertrum snapped. “There’s no point in me staying! This park clearly isn’t going to happen!”

“It will happen! It will!” Joey was practically begging now, trying to grab at Bertrum as the park architect dodged him.

“You’re deranged!” Bertrum yelled. “A fool! I never should have agreed to work for you!” For a moment, Joey saw red. A fool?! He’d show him a fool! Before he knew what he was doing, he’d shoved Bertrum into the elevator shaft. He stood there, staring into the darkness, listening as the architect’s body hit the bottom of the shaft. He felt...relieved. Bertrum had been so irritating! Always questioning him! But Bertrum was gone now.

“Bertie? I’ve got the rest of your....papers.” Lacie came walking up with another bundle of papers. She trailed off when she saw Joey standing in front of the shaft, Bertrum’s papers scattered about. She looked at Joey and she knew what he’d done. She dropped the papers and ran at him. All Joey had to do was step out of her way. Even then, she managed to grab one of his suspenders as she went by. If she was going down, she was taking him with her. Joey barely got a hold of the post on the edge of the shaft, and the jerk nearly sent him tumbling down. The only thing holding Lacie up was Joey’s suspender, and it wasn’t very strong. Lacie knew this.

“I hope you rot in Hell, Drew.” She growled. Then the suspender snapped. Joey managed to pull himself back onto the landing. He sat there for a little, composing himself, then he threw the rest of the papers into the shaft. Everything was going to be fine, he told himself. It was all going to be fine.

It wasn’t fine. He’d underestimated just how badly in debt they were. Esther was the one to give serve him the bankruptcy papers. Her firm wasn’t handling the case, but she’d wanted to serve it to him. She’d wanted to help him. Her eyes were tired and pleading and she promised she would help him. He didn’t want her help. He didn’t want anyone’s help. He had to find some way to fix this. He couldn’t lose everything he’d worked so hard for. So...He panicked. No one was going to take this away from him. No one. Everything here was his, everyone here was his. They would die for his dream. They had to.

On the last official day of operation, Joey locked the doors to the studio and went down to where they kept the twisted copy of Bendy. He wasn’t allowed near the other creatures as they’d found he tended to...dissolve other ink creatures. He opened his spellbook and began to chant. He’d held a goodbye party in the breakroom, with provided cake and coffee. Everyone had gotten something. They hadn’t even noticed the inky taste in everything. As Joey chanted, the employees began to feel strange. Soon enough, they began to vomit, shocked and horrified when they saw they were throwing up ink. The ink continued to pour out of them, starting to consume them. The employees screamed, scrambling for the doors. Their panic and fear spiked when they found the doors were locked. Joey could hear their screams even from where he was.

“This is my studio.” He said, closing the book. “No one is taking this away from me.” Bendy tilted its head to the side curiously.

“Tommy said you needed a soul.” Joey smiled. “So I’ll give you a soul.” He wrapped his arms around the demon, allowing the ink to spread over him, consuming him whole. He’d wanted to live forever. Now he would.

Where is the treasure inside your chest? Where is your pleasure? Where is your youth? Where is the man with his hat in his hands? Who stands in the garden with nothing to lose, singing: La la la la la la la…

It was all over now. The studio he’d worked so hard to build had crumbled, leaving him trapped in a hell of his mistakes, gazing out over his crooked empire and the people he’d destroyed. The dreams were gone. Had it been worth it? Had his actions been justified, in the end?

He’d brought his creations to life, hadn't he? They walked and talked and breathed and thought, didn’t they? But...No. They didn’t. Bendy had been born without a soul, and Joey’s fusion with him had produced a twisted and horrifying monstrosity. He’d taken Boris' voice, and all subsequent Borises lacked voices as well. Alice’s mind was fractured due to an ill-fated run-in with Joey himself. The Butcher Gang were twisted mockeries of their animated counterparts. None of it was right. None of it was the way it was supposed to be. And he knew it was his fault. He’d been so unwilling to let his studio go he’d turned it into a horror show.

“You just have to believe.” He’d said that before, in an audio log. He wondered if he’d ever actually believed that before he’d adopted that persona to manipulate his workers. Henry had believed. Henry had always believed. Henry had always pushed him to do the right thing. Without his family there, Henry had been his moral compass.

“He should have pushed harder.” He growled to himself, trapped within the ink, surrounded by the reminders of how he’d failed. Henry should have done something. Henry should have stopped him. Henry should never have left. If he could just get Henry back...Henry would fix things. Henry would put everything right! All he needed to do was get Henry back into the studio. Henry had the heart that Joey needed. Henry had always been the soul of the studio. If he could just get Henry back, then everything would be fine. It was Henry’s fault that this had happened, anyway.

But deep down, Joey knew that this was his fault. All of it was on him. He’d lost sight of what he and Henry had sought to create together. He’d lost sight of his dream, his happiness. He should have listened to the others, should have accepted their help, should have acknowledged his own shortcomings. He was in too deep, though. He’d become too wrapped up in his own ambition. He couldn’t just admit his mistakes now. And so, in the ink, he let his anger fuel him. The young man who’d stood side by side with Henry was gone. There was only a monster now.

La la la la la la la…

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