Been dragging my feet on this and so here are with the last piece of 2023 that I did. WITH a small intro into the story.

To summarize this stardew valley au, my farmer Beau ends up with a alien child and very much is living a horror film narrative for a hot second. Regardless it's just found family. Now down below is the first chapter, you don't gotta read it but if you do I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Injury detail of burns and mentions of war. Just a heads up if you're uncomfortable.

A full year and yet the sounds of the cabin kept the man awake in his sagging bed. The deep moaning of the structure reminded him constantly how he should have asked Robin for an estimate on updating the supports. He had been so wrapped up in getting this farm together, he hadn’t bothered much in his living space. And now with another winter coming, he became aware how unprepared he had been the first time. 

With a deep sigh he rolls onto his side, pulling the blankets over his head hoping to dampen the noise around him as the night moves on around him. The ticking of his clock began to finally lull him asleep only for the house to rattle then the rafters shook as something plowed through the top of the roof. A scream erupted from him as the sound of splinters erupted and could feel pieces of shingles falling upon him and the floor. Has the war reached the valley? No no, not possible! Regardless he scrambled out of bed, hurrying to his light and flicking it on as he looked up towards the rafters.

In the light dust was still sprinkling down from a circular cut though the top. As if someone had used a cookie cutter through the middle of his shingled roof. Almost perfectly carve out if only the wood hadn’t splintered. He could feel the cool fall breeze drift into his small farm house, making him hurry to grab his robe on the coat rack only to pause as he peers out the window. A soft pulsing blue light came from outside, coming from one of his recently cleared fields… “This is a horrible idea.” Beau mutters to himself, as he shoves his feet into his rubber boots before grabbing the club he had in the umbrella stand and leaving the safety of his home into the cool night full of strange dangers. 

The leaves rustled as he steps down the creaking wooden stairs, the pulsing blue light allowing him to find the disturbed earth as something had slammed and skidded through his field. His mind is going to the worst places, but if he could see it and run really fast maybe he could warn the town if there was any danger. Surely this wouldn’t be like one of those horror movies where the stupid teenager goes towards the danger right? CRUNCH. He yelps looking down as he hops away from the piece of metal, giving off a spark causing the man to hesitate to move forward. Wait.. Maybe it was just a satellite? For tv! Nothing spooky about that. With denial and curiosity at his back, he moves towards the impact site. Finding himself staring into the steam at… “What the..” He murmurs, squinting through the bright glow, his club lowering as the farmer draws closer. Using his hand to wave away the steam he could see what had landed in his field. It was a cylinder in shape, and slightly bigger than the barrels he used to age his cheese in the shed. The capsule of some kind wasn’t glowing itself but what it held inside. A fizzy, bubbling glowing blue liquid that began to dim down revealing something in it. Beau had to move around to get a better view, sliding a bit in his boots nearly colliding with the strange alien object. Now closer, crouching down to see the capsule better he squints into the odd substance. “Huh.. There’s.. There’s something.. In there.” He murmurs, as he moves his hand to touch the glass, at first yanking back thinking it was horribly hot only for him to find it only warm to the touch. There was something fleshy in there bobbing in the liquid, but at this angle it was hard to tell what it was. It seemed all common sense of fear left him as he tossed the club away to move the capsule upright, one of the two green lights on the “lid” of the capsule turned orange, a garbled static voice spoke out and sudden searing pain came from his hand. Panic took over as the farmer tried to pull his hand away only for it to stay attached to the top of the lid.

“H-HELP! HELP! SOMEONE!” He yells trying to pull away, not paying attention to the fluid inside the capsule in his panic. If he had, he would notice drops of what might have been dye were put into the capsule. A small mechanical arm inside with a metal needle poked the strange fleshy object inside, making it twitch in response. Then the orange light turned blue and the farmer tumbled back with a startled yell.

Laying there in the dirt, he held his hand in pain. Unable to see the wound in this light but it felt like a burn or something… He was definitely going to have to talk to the doctor about this. Sitting up now he looks towards the source of his pain, the capsule’s fluid inside a sickly green and bubbling like a freshly carbonated drink. He didn’t know what to do now, no one would be up. He would need to talk to Gunther because this clearly was no missile or any war related object. It was something else entirely and he was deeply afraid.

Staring at it for hours, even as the sun began to rise up over the mountains around the town of Stardew Valley, the farmer watched the capsule. Only when something rubbed against his back did he snap out of his sentry-like state.

“AHH!” He whips around, only to see his large gray and white cat, letting out a chirp in response to his yell.

“I- oh.. It’s you Yogi.” He relaxes, reaching out to touch her only to hiss. Looking now at his hand it was red and… Yeah he needed to go see Harvey.

Moving up to his feet, finding himself stiff only for his back to crack and then his neck. He needed to take care of the animals and-

His dark eyes drift over to the capsule now lit up in the early sunrise, a soft hum over the bubbling noises reminding him of its presence pretty quickly. 

He needed to get that thing somewhere locked up first. Then he could show Gunther, but with his hand. He would NOT be touching that thing again. Not without some kind of protection. The stiff farmer walked back to his cabin, his cat chirping at his heels along the way, cooling off his hand with some water and then wrapping it up in gauze bandage before getting properly dressed. He was trembling all the while, grabbing his large quilt to simply cover the capsule with it and dragging it into his shed and rolling it into a corner where it stayed glowing faintly. Beau tried to remain calm but all the while it stayed in the back of his mind as he fed his beloved barn animals. Thankfully he had to focus as he tried get milk only to struggle with the one hand, the pain did help keep his mind off things but it only made it clear that he had to also go to the doctor. Nine AM could not come fast enough.

~~~~~ “Beau the doctor will see you now.” “Thanks Maru.” He ducks into the back, wishing he could have grabbed some pickles or a cup of coffee for the doctor. Would soften the lecture that could be on his way. He knocks on the door and enters seeing Harvey check some notes only to glance up and smile at the farmer, sending Beau’s stomach into a fluttering of butterflies. “Good morning Beau. Maru tells me you hurt your hand. Why don’t I take a look.” He pats the table for him to sit on, all the while looking over the somewhat disheveled man. A slight frown of concern flickered for a moment before going to unwrap his hand tenderly. “Mmmgh.” He winces, pulling his hand back slightly. The doctor frowns, pausing his attempt. “Do you need me to stop?” “No no. I just.. It hurts.” “Well what did you do?” Harvey showed no judgment or disappointment as he continued to unwrap the hand. Truly expressing concern and worry for the man that had more than once ended up in his office with devastating wounds from the monsters in the mines. “...I burned it. I think?” Beau shrugs as his hand is exposed showing the bright pink skin, the entire flat of his hand was raw with his palm having a large burn in the shape of a neat square. The doctor looks down at it, his dark brows furrowed, having seen plenty of burns over his time here but it was odd. So clean and the area around the nasty burn was more or less fine. “What do you mean you think?” He raises a brow studying the burn. It wasn’t anything horrible but would need to be cleaned properly and ointment would be applied. “I.. I.. Don’t know what I burned it on. I couldn’t really see anything?” “Were you in the dark? Hit it on the stove top?” “I was in the dark.. Outside. There… There was this..” Beau wasn’t sure what to tell him, then again the doctor had treated him for flying lizards. “A thing. Like a mason jar but barrel size and it crashed and I touched it. And this happened.” “...You touched an unknown object that crashed?” “Yes! And it’s in my shed.” “In your shed...When did this happen exactly?” Harvey walks over to the desk door, poking his head out. “Maru, could you please get a bowl of warm saline and soap? Thank you.” He ducks back in to look at the farmer. Seeing his hair a mess, the trembling from the lack of breakfast and wide eyes. He was in distress and he came to the doctor for help. There would be no way Harvey would turn his back on him. “It.. It was early.. Early in the morning? One maybe two AM?”

“Have you been up since then?”

“Harvey I’ve had a consistent sleep schedule, I am not losing it over missing a couple hours.” 

“You would be surprised with little sleep you would do to someone… Why don’t you take me to see this mason jar during my lunch break.”

“Yeah and I can grab Gunther too or maybe Demetris? Someone has got to know what it is…”

“I am sure we can figure this out, but in the meantime I’ll clean up that hand and wrap it in some fresh gauze. Then you can lay down in one of the beds for a bit. Catch up on some sleep.”

“That…That sounds really nice.” Beau smiles a bit, his shoulders relaxing as a weight comes off his shoulders. Maru knocks and comes in, bringing the bowl and soap. Harvey thanks her and gets to work. 

Cleaning the hand with the utmost care and tenderness, being aware of how sensitive the burns were with even unwrapping. Drying the hand and putting ointment over the palm easing down the burns before dressed with dry clean gauze wraps.

“Reminds me of the first summer. When you had to rub aloe all over me.” Beau smiles trying to break the silence after watching Harvey tend to his hand. The doctor’s cheeks turned a soft pink as a smile appeared under the mustache.

“You were as red as a tomato. I told you to make sure you put plenty of sunscreen on.”

“I know I just got caught up with trying to clear out one part of the section.”

“Well we both know you could barely move the next day. I am just glad I had plenty of aloe for you.”

The two chuckle as the doctor finishes wrapping his hand. “Now I’ll get some painkillers and you can rest a bit.” 

The farmer nods, as the doctor pats his shoulder. The two walk back and Harvey gets him to lay down. All the while the humming in the shed grew louder as the color of the boiling fluid turned slowly from green into a more sickly olive. The form inside twitched and grew.

the prodigal BASTARD 

i haven’t drawn this little shit in aaaages!!! as usual aces au belongs to myself and @gruvu, if you want to draw fanart or write fics for it feel free but credit us :]

Sharing The TPS Drama

TLDR: Gruvu stop lying about me, I did not steal an AU from you and I am sick to death of your petty behaviour over fanfiction of all things.

Evidence drive: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Wmib2VgbdSSK6kLL8n5uyf5_L5ARliKy?usp=share_link

Hi everyone, it’s tea time (annoyingly) As I said in my last post, I am going to share with you my experience with the tumblr user Gruvu. Some base context, about five years ago while beginning work on The Prodigal Son, the second part of my Bishock fanfiction series, Rapture Falls - I approached the user Gruvu to request permission to use a prompt they had suggested in a tumblr post. The long and short of it is that they agreed and I began writing TPS soon after. Since then Gruvu has claimed I stole their story, their AU, their ideas, refused to give credit, ect. None of which is true. In fact to this very day their credit is STILL on the fanfiction. I never hid or removed it and as I told them previously, I will not remove the credit unless they specifically ask me to. That is all I ever owed them. After three separate confrontations were initiated by Gruvu (one for not mentioning them when responding to someone praising my work, a second for daring to not tell them about fanart a friend was making and a third where they outright asked me to discontinue the series entirely) we cut contact. It was a very unpleasant experience that did not have an amicable ending. Gruvu (in my opinion I cannot prove this) was actively utilising the anon system on tumblr to send asks to me and themselves to both hurt me and victimise themselves. I have noticed that they tend to get in drama with former friends and every time they get an influx of hate on anon. Again, I can prove literally none of that, I can only acknowledge the pattern and have my opinion on it. And my opinion is that it is petty and dumb so I didn’t engage with that behaviour in turn and tried to just move on from it all. This is a very brief explanation of what occurred and there’s more detail in the drive. Since then I kept it moving, continued writing TPS (despite my slow ass upload schedule), and let it rest. Gruvu however has not been satisfied to do the same. 

As of this week I became aware of them once again publicly claiming I had stolen from them. I reached out to tell them to knock it off and leave me alone or I’d publicly speak up myself, as I declined to do when they first lashed out at me. They refused and so now I am writing this and sharing a drive with most all our interactions (some were cut for Gruvu’s privacy) as well as the nonsense surrounding the whole situation. I have removed most the other parties usernames and pfp because honestly this drama isn’t all that deep and they all deserve to be left out of it. Leave them alone and, I hope I dont have to say this but I will, leave Gruvu alone too. 

The whole reason this is even being shared is because they couldn’t leave me alone so I would hope you lot don’t completely fail to notice how wildly out of pocket it would be to behave the same way to them. The evidence drive is listed here and contains anything else you might need to know. I might edit the drive a bit over the next few days if there’s a need for clearer screenshots or better censorship. But otherwise it is all done. If you read all that, thank you.  Enjoy the dumb fanfiction drama.  And to Gruvu: You’re a whole ass adult. Act like it. Love Mali

got tagged by @gruvu​ for this WIP ask meme

Rules: “post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!” 

anyways, quite frankly, I have way too many WIPs in my folder, and that’s after I cleaned out the ‘abandoned’ ones so. peace and love <3

so I won’t be tagging as many people as there are wips, and feel free to ignore this but uhm @wickedica @nil-elk @paleiido @fetabathwater @usurper-clay @ependasketchpad

WIP name game

Thanks for the tag, Gruvu!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

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I don’t name my art wips but my writing ones are:

The Kiss at the End: II. Dragon Rising (tes)

Ascent (star wars)

Galileo (destiny 2)

Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum (ffxiv)

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Jump on the bandwagon if you like, I’m no good at tagging!

WIP Ask Game

tagged by @gruvu thank you for thinking of me and subjecting me to the mortifying ordeal of being known gfdgsd

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

I don't actually have that much in the works right now so a lot of these are more like... stuff I abandoned or just never posted lmao

ART

71022

71622

72022

72622

stray_redraw2

WPtemple

(sorry these are boring I mostly title my csp files by date like some kind of """organized""" person)

WRITING

PW: no one asks any questions

and then everything was Fine and Good

PW timeline

PW: visit

Project WILDCARD

you might as well not exist

he wants to say something

SR: fair enough

SR: first meeting

I don't even know fifteen people but uuuhhh... @axperjan, @cowboyworm, @impossible-rat-babies, @mihqorio, and -points directly into the camera- you.

Do you still play l4d2?

Oh man it’s been so long since I played any of the L4D games. Not gonna lie I do miss them but my pc somehow can’t run them too well anymore. Also I’m not in touch with my old buddies anymore so I would just play the campains on solo since I hate playing Versus rip.

A shame, because I still love those games. They were the series that opened managed to make me hate less horror/zombie games, so ye.

30 min writings 3

Prompt: Early days of Sidestep, what made them be a hero. Thank you Gruvu!

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You can't be yourself. You can't.

You don't even know who yourself is. You know who you are supposed to be, the face to check for in the mirror, the right expression, the blank look, the faint smile only there because it makes you look non-threatening.

You can look threatening. You know that. You saw it on your handlers' faces as you escaped, as they...

No. Bad memory. That's beyond you now. You're out. You're free. You've got decisions to make.

Decisions. You didn't think it would be this hard. How do people do it? How do people just walk down the street and pick a store and walk inside? Make a choice? What to eat? What to wear?

You've stuck to copying people. For now. You know how to do that. Be safe. Be the same. Don't stand out. Just one in the crowd. Don't bother to pick what to eat, just take the daily special, it's there for a reason. Someone else made that choice. Easier for you to obey.

Everything is delicious out here anyway.

The first carton of fries you stuffed down your throat, salty and fried, carbs and oil and no vitamins but good enough to make you tear up. Crying into your hamburger. People stared. You took it and ran.

Ran and ate. Coughed. Had the taste in your mouth for hours afterwards.

This city makes you cry as often as the farm does. But for different reasons.

Everything is magic here. Too loud. Too brash. No dampeners. No Talodine. You can feel everything, brilliant, overpowering, so very... human.

Is it rubbing off on you? People look at you in the street and see a person. Some smile at you. Some... think about you. Bad thoughts. That's not new. They're predators but you're not prey anymore. Not to them.

There's only one person you're running from and she has no idea you're in Los Diablos. Hiding in a sea of humanity that just doesn't care on a level so deep you're envious. You try to be like them.

You really do.

But then there's some that do care, and you can't help smiling back at them, an echo becoming real. A diner that becomes a habit, even though habits are bad but the fries are so good.

Some people do care. Care enough to ask you if you have somewhere to sleep, and polite enough to pretend to believe you when you say yes. An alley does count, and a dumpster makes a decent shelter if you angle the lid just right.

You shouldn't care back. Not enough to risk yourself. Not enough to knock the robber out, with moves too smooth for the person they thought you were, and you turn and run because there would be questions.

And you are afraid of the answers.

Just like the feeling that came with saving them. You made a difference in their lives. You mattered. Just a little. They'll remember you, not the cuckoo, but the person, and that is dangerous but also...

Nice.

Are you getting greedy? You never needed nice before, but now you crave it. The next time you wear a scarf wrapped around your face and your hood up. You break the assailant's arm and takes his gun. Accepts the stuttered words of gratitude before disappearing back into the shadows.

A drug dealer gets you the money you need. It's a crime, but your existence is a bigger one so you upgrade. Sports equipment. Microfiber. Some protection. Mostly mobility. The gun is a backup. The mask stays. Goggles too.

Are you being selfish? Maybe. The little bursts of terrified gratitude when you save people are nice. Not a lie. They see you. A hero. Their hero. Someone. They make you want to be someone. Someone new. Someone good. Someone the Farm would never let exist.

Making your own decisions. Your own mistakes. Every single one leaves a scar. You sew them up, the pain a distant, numb thing. A lesson to remember. A mistake you wont make again.

Though you think you've already made the biggest one. Picking a name. Thinking you matter.

Being someone.

Being someone new.

Oh well. It's better than being nothing. You'll never be nothing again.

If you don't mind me asking, how many Bendy AUs do you have/participate in?

Oh boy, I have a lot. Haha.

My own AUs are Rise of Bendy, Family AU, and Beast Son AU (which is the Family AU, but only with Bendy who is able to change between all three Bendy forms). My friend Trashboatprince writes a lot for the Beast Son AU as well. :)

The ones I share with my friends (Inkspottie, Trashboatprince, Hntrgurl13, and Gruvu) are Bioshock AU, Wild West AU, Silver Lining AU, Space Pirates AU, Seven Seas AU, Monstershock AU, and Circus AU.

We also like to crossover our own AUs sometimes, such as all of our Henry’s becoming toons in Inkspottie’s Little Errand Boy AU. Fun things like that.

@gruvu sent me a prompt and I was inspired.

Enjoy the Sammy/Henry content!

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So far so good on attempting to edit the script.

Henry had found a way to shorten his time in the music hall and had actually gotten a reaction out of Sammy this time when he tried to cross the inky hallway. Throwing a can of soup from one of the alters that musician had set up worked enough to startle him, but Sammy still escaped.

Even yelling at him after breaking into the sanctuary didn’t do much but to make him tilt his head like a confused dog, but it was better than being ignore or silently stared at.

But now Henry had to try, he had to figure something out before he was made into a sacrifice. As he walked down the hall to the lobby, he made sure to stop just a foot or so from the spot he remembered writing ‘ouch’ on. As he did, Henry turned quickly, just in time to see Sammy come towards him with that damn dustpan.

“Sammy, wait! It’s me, Henry-!” He was suddenly struck and brought to the ground. 

However, before he blacked out, Henry noted that the sheep song wasn’t quoted this time. No, he heard Sammy say something else, “Henry? A familiar name, my little sheep...”

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Henry groaned loudly, feeling his face pressed against old, rotting wood. Well, this is different from normal, typically he’s tied up to a pole, about to hear Sammy’s speech. Actually, where was Sammy?

He opened his eyes, finding himself on the floor of the sacrifice room. Oh shit, did he miss the whole thing? No, he’d have been beaten to death by Searchers if that was the case, it’s happened twice in the past. With a huff, he pushed himself up, trying not to move too fast, his head was killing him.

The door to his left open, and Henry saw Sammy come out, humming to himself as he toyed with a length of old rope. He stopped and looked at Henry. “You’re awake.”

“Brilliant observation there, Lawrence.” Henry frowned, moving to stand, using the pole he was normally tied up to for support.

“How do you know my name?” Sammy asked, stepping carefully closer to him. “I have not heard anyone say my last night in so long... the angel remembers my first name, I think.”

“She does, she tells me you use to be a very handsome man.” Henry replied as he rubbed at the dry blood in his hair. “Heh, I’m sure it’s still true. Oh God, my head hurts... did you hit me with the corner?”

Sammy was quiet as he observed the former animator. “Before... you informed me that you are named Henry. Yes, that name is... familiar, so familiar, has my lord mentioned it to me before? His whispers are sometimes hard to recall...”

Henry shook his head. “Sammy, we’ve done this song and dance a million times. You recognize my face, but you ignore that, and then you spew some bull crap about Bendy being your lord and that you’re going to be free!”

“I will be free of this i-”

“Yes, yes, this ‘inky prison’.” The animator rolled his eyes as he stepped towards him, he noticed that Sammy took a step back but that didn’t stop him. “Bendy doesn’t do anything for you except turn you into a puddle! And you want to know what happens after he does that?”

Before Sammy can reply, Henry is suddenly too close to the prophet. He’s backed the man up to the door he had come from. “He makes you lose all faith in him and you go even more insane than before, you try to kill me, only to get killed again! And sometimes... sometimes...”

Sammy flinches when the other’s hands slap down onto his shoulders, gripping them. “Sometimes I have to be the one to kill you, because you’re nothing but a Searcher, forever wearing this stupid mask.”

“I-I... I need it, to be the p-perfect form.” Sammy stumbles over his words, no sacrifice has done anything like this before. He gasps when one of the hands moves to his mask and carefully removes it from his face. He shoves at Henry, covering his face. “Don’t look at me! No one can see my face!”

“Stop it.” Henry tossed the old wooden mask aside, not even bothering to see where it landed. “Sammy Lawrence, I’ve seen your face. I’ve seen it so many times without that mask, even before everything went to hell here, before the Ink Machine.”

This seemed to catch Sammy’s attention. The silence was Henry’s cue to continue. “We use to work together. You use to have a tiny office up on the first floor, it was practically a broom closet, and I had a corner of from the front door. We’d visit each other often, talking about Joey behind his back.”

“Joey... Drew, yes... I remember him.”

“Do you remember an animator?” Henry asked carefully, glancing at the axe that Sammy had left aside, just in case if Sammy tried anything. “Do you remember the man who created Bendy?”

Sammy was quiet, carefully removing the inky hands from his face. “I... think, I remember a man... kept to a desk a lot. Drawing all the time, always my lord, with perfect skills. He asked to draw me once, for Boris, I played my banjo.”

This made Henry blink, and he felt embarrassed suddenly. Of course, of all things, Sammy would remember the time Henry made an ass out of himself while drawing Sammy playing the banjo for practice! But this was good, this was a start! “Does the name Stein mean anything to you?”

The musician seemed conflicted, at least as far as Henry could tell with such a face like that. “Stein... Haw... I remember!” He exclaimed, turning to fully face Henry, pointing a finger at him. “Henry Hawthorne Stein! You, you were him! The artist in the corner!”

“Took you long enough.” Henry replied with a slight smile as he approached the man. “What do you remember?”

“That you were one of the only saving graces of this horrible place.” The musician replied. “I remember... you left, and that idiot did things, horrible things...”

He looked at his hands, conflicted once more. “What you must think of me, Henry, you make it sound like we’ve been through all this so many times before.”

“Joey’s put us through hell over and over, I don’t know how he does it, but he has me repeating this, and every time I try to talk to you, he keeps my mouth shut. But I did something, I changed the story, and I think,”

With slow movements, Henry placed his hands on Sammy’s face. This was the first time he had ever touched the man in this form, he felt cold and wet, just like the ink, but he was solid. “I think that I can keep changing things. Just let me help you.”

“Only Bendy can change me, free me.”

“Well, too bad, Bendy’s not here and you’ve got me. Hold still.” He started to carefully wipe at the ink. It felt disgusting, but he had to try, he had to know if there was a chance to save this man. The ink ran down his arms and through his fingers as he tried to remove it all. Bit by bit, he started to find features under the thick liquid, spotting the tip of a nose first, then he found cheeks, a mouth.

Sammy gagged and spat up thick ink on him once he removed the ink from his mouth, how had the man been speaking to him this whole time? Uhg, he shouldn’t question things in this place.

Just as he moved to remove more, he noticed that Sammy was working to try and free his arms of the stuff, one hand was free, and sporting the missing finger.

Henry dragged his thumb over where he thought an eye was, seeing it closed. It blinked open, looking at him, widening. He did the same to the other eye, then moved to try and work on his hair, only to feel arms wrap around him.

He paused, and Henry did not move. As much as he wanted to say something, he felt like Sammy really needed this, that this was his way of thanking him without saying it. With a small sigh, he returned to hug, feeling Sammy tighten it, as if he was afraid that the moment he let go he’d return to being trapped in that casing of ink. 

Well, Henry wasn’t going to let that happen, he wasn’t going to lose this man again. It’s gonna take a lot of work to keep freeing this man from the studio, but Henry was willing to put in the effort. No need for Bendy saving him, no relying on Joey ever changing the script, this was Henry’s story now, and Sammy was coming along with him to the ending.

More starchild doodling. Beau is trapped in a horror filled narrative but it's about found family I swear

CHARACTER TRAITS:

tagged by @gruvu

tagging nobody cause i don’t know anyone else into fhr

Klaus Becker [ACHERON] :

Bold applies all the time, Italicized for sometimes

FLAWS

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | masochistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | rebellious

STRENGTHS

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

SKILLS & HOBBIES

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | baking | beachcombing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry (: | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | minor potion brewing | tricks & trinkets | crow keeping

I headcanon that Alpha+Zeta fusion is like that one friend that is always thinking, like, he is just there being cute and then he lets out one of his twisted thoughts about dead and the like.

And since it looks like my hand writing is getting worse with every day that passes by, this is what they're saying:

Alpha+Zeta Fusion :"Some day everything as we know it is going to fall down and every thing would be nothing more than chaos and destruction."

Delta:"Daaaaammm dude are you okay?"

Alpha+Zeta:"No"

Alpha and the fusion design: @inkspookie

Zeta: @gruvu

Delta: @trashboatprince

The entire BATIMxBioshock AU are theirs, @doberart and @hntrgurl13

Contest Results!

1st Place Winner! {Prize: Companion Cube Messenger Bag and Drawing}

@blairaptor

2nd Place Winner! {Prize: Companion Cube Keychain and Drawing}

@the-dangerous-mute-lunatic

3rd Place Winner! {Prize: Drawing}

Participants! {You will all be contacted about a secret participations prize!}

@wholewheatsins @lunawolf237yeahstuff @mindfulwrath @suitsandsemtex @citranium @thelabrat190 @accio-smerch @mango-sass @gruvu @toothanddraw @determined-fanart @purplechromium @socketmpossum @emmys-sketchbook

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THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR ENTERING!!! This has been a lot of fun! Look forward to more of these in the future! I’m coming up on a follower milestone, I’ll probably do something special for that.

Everyone’s art and writing was truly lovely and special in its own way and I fully encourage you to keep doing what you are doing. It’s a little overwhelming to know that there were enough people that liked my fic enough to want to make art for this contest, but it makes me really happy. I didn’t expect this good of a turn out! You are all wonderful, talented people and I love you! <3

Expect a message from me within the next couple of days!

51, 43, 22

22. Is there anything you regret writing?[I know there is things, but nothing that I can recollect. It was all small things. Probably responses that I thought were too sudden or too abrupt in a story]

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?[hohohOHOHOHOHOHSo many people have inspired me. @actingwithportals, @ask-glados-anything, @ask-glados-queen-of-aperture, @aperturesapiens and so many others have inspired me to improve on my writing and shown me how to create a world so vivid in my minds eye.And then there’s so many people that have inspired my art. Again, to name a few: @rnainframe, @gruvu, @faragonart, @did-you-reboot, @finchfish, @yunyin and so many more. They’ve all inspired me to keep working on what I do to make what I create even greater.]

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go![OKAY I FREAKING LOVE SIMPLE IDEAS WITH AN INCREDIBLE STORY. Like, I mean I saw a role swap AU for Portal 2, but instead of it just being them all in the others positions, it gave a new story and new interactions that would fit the characters interacting and then there was even a new VILLIAN AND IT WAS GREAT. (The fic I am referencing is “Reversal” by Obvious Octopus)And then there’s @actingwithportals “Aperture Cafe” (Link). Most coffeeshop au’s that I have seen have had barely any story, but tHIS AMAZING PERSON TOOK THAT IDEA AND THREW IT AT A WALL TO SEE WHAT STUCK. Like, they created a coffee shop au, where so many characters are all having to work together to get Black Mesa Brewery out of business figure out issues and talk about stuff all over latte art because DOUG IS GREAT AND THERE’S A CAT. CUBE IS A CAT HOW GREAT IS THAT. And here’s suspense and I just really like that fic pls read it it’s really good]

A lil Grogg snippet underneath, cause he doesn’t actually follow the canon where he fights the giant wurm and becomes a champion. He is a bit of a hermit waiting for something or someone.

Standing there in the bitter breeze, watching his breathe puff into clouds as he breathes out, the norn was waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting... He had finished his hunt, had eaten, went down the mountain to the village to trade his pelts for supplies. In his hands was the note he left on his door, in case the plant man returned his lodge. He stood there watching the swirls of snow on the horizon for any sign of the one who promised to return. Alhan.. Yes that was his name, as brief as their time was together, he felt... Good with him. He loved the company, for once feeling like he belonged somewhere. Connected with someone, having hoped... But no. Hope was something he had to stop feeling, wanting for once to stop waiting. 

A breeze hits him, bringing snowflakes that nipped upon his tattooed skin, reminding him of where he was. Alone, in the cold... Unmoving...Unchanging. Maybe he was best being lost in the snow... Least he had the spirits to be there for him while once again he was left. Least he knew this time where the sylvari was alive, off to fight some war. Being part of something much bigger than he was, and he was pretty big. It made him think, thinking of leaving his lodge hidden away in the snow drifts, to go be part of this massive battle. Then he remembered he wasn’t a warrior, he was just... Grogg. He wasn’t a great warrior like the sylvari that graced his home, with scars from battle and armor that could take a kick from alpine minotaur. Alhan was brave, smart and someone who wasn’t going to wait around. He had to go upon his wyld hunt, promising he would come back to see him after it was over.

The wind began to pick up, howling in his ears to pull him out of his thoughts, breathing out one more time, looking out to the drifts before he turns his back to head back inside and that was when he heard the roar. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alhan belongs to @kornyo