I'm Curious As To What Your Tom Design For Your AU Is!(Pre Fall Lol) If You Have One, That Is Lol If

AAAAAAAAAH I LOVE THIS THIS DRAWING IS SO GOOD

GOOD FOR JACK HE DESERVES THOSE SMOOCHES

Have a kiss, cutie 💋💋💋💋💋💋

“Y’can’t just kiss a guy outta no where…”

Good luck with your audition! You’re gonna be awesome!

Thank you!! I'm auditioning for the role of a Jock (who is an asshole).

I'm really nervous XD

Hey!

it’s Lily/Inky (bloodofthedemon)

I’m sorry for not explaining, but I went on a long hiatus and decided to start a new account to start fresh. I’d still like to be friends though, if you still want to.

Thanks for understanding ^^

Oh! Sure!

Of course, I get it! And being friends would be swell!

Hmm unsure if this is a weird ask or not but what do you ship in batim/dr (don’t worry I’m not gonna start a shipping war, I’m more or less normal when it comes to ships, if I don’t like something I won’t interact, I’m just interested in what ships other people enjoy and if so how they write the ship. :P)

Hmmm in my au, Norman x Susie is one of the main ships. I also like Henry x Sammy or Henry x Joey. If you're curious about the other ships in my au, you can just look at the Dead And Buried Cast.

I like a lot of ships and I can see why people vibe with certain ones, such as: Norman x Sammy or Alice x Allison, etc. Yeah ..uh XD I can vibe with a lot of them and if I made a list..it would be...too long.

*Sobs even louder*

*Hudson retrieves the toaster and gives it to Wally*

"Here you go. Hope you can toast your bagels now! There's kind of a dent in it..but..I'm sure it's fine. Won't cause any fires or something."

*About to walk away, then stops*

"Thanks for cleaning." *Proceeds to give Wally a loonie (Canadian dollar)* :3

“Hhhh… alright then, I guess I can… fix the dent and make sure the wiring is alright… easy fix-“

*then looks up* “huh? Oh! Uh no problem fella- I’m glad someone appreciates me-“ *looks at the loonie coin* “is this one of those chocolate coins? NICE!” *try’s to chomp the coin*

“OW-“

I love your art style! It’s really unique and cool ^^

Oh my God, thank you!! Honestly? I really needed to hear this. Thank you again!!

Been listening to the new Gaslight District song and it is awesome.

GOD CAN WE JUST LOOK AT THIS FOR A SEC??? I'M PROUD OF THIS OKAY:

I WILL ALWAYS BE IN THE BENDY FANDOM. YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME.

Listen - I don't give a fuck if you prefer Batim more than Batdr or Batdr more than Batim

I don't give a fuck about your opinion on this game or character

Reblog it if you are actually still in Bendy fandom or at least remember being in it

I need to know how many of us are left in the world...

Edit: YOOO WE GET TO 1000

YESS

BENDY FANDOM (or people who just like it) - RISE!!!

Another edit: 2000???

Where were you hiding all this time???

Edit: yeah, gonna write it here too

By the way this post was not made for reblog bait... I mean, you can do anything - reblog, comment or just like, I just wanted to know how many people still know this game. Not that anyone said it is, I just don't want anyone to think this is. No, do what you want, it's okay

LOOK AT WHAT MY MOOT DID!! GUYS IT LOOKS SO COOL!!

OH MY GOD A VIDEO—

Yaaaayyyy, enjoy an animatic I made within like, an hour or two. Can we tell I didn’t use any references…

GUYS PLEASE CHECK THIS STORY OUT! It's short and totally worth reading!

Going to be honest, the depictions of suffocation and blood were on point and made me smile (BECAUSE IT WAS WELL-WRITTEN NOT BECAUSE RAY IS SUFFERING NO)

The whole "first person" view makes it even more thrilling!! And the wrap up at the end just seems content! Especially since all of this in Ray's perspective!!

Anyway, I hope more fic will be written in the future!!! (I'll be trying to write more, that's for sure)

For The Mind & Lungs

A short Ray/Hudson fic for the Aftermath AU!

Depiction of choking/suffocating + blood! It isn’t very graphic, but the themes are still dark!!

I can’t breathe.

I try to take a breath, but I’m just gasping for air, my lungs never satisfied.

They ache and burn.

I can’t scream either. My voice is muted and dull, like it was just taken away from me.

Maybe it’s because I can’t. BREATHE.

It’s his fault. Who’s fault? I look around, but I can’t see anything. Why can’t I see anything?

Smoke. There’s too much smoke. It clouds my vision; fills my lungs. It stings my eyes, making them water, and now I can’t tell if I’m crying because it hurts or because I’m terrified.

My hand grasps at my chest, pulling at the fabric of my shirt. It feels wet. Warm. I glance down.

My hand is stained red, so is my shirt. Red blossoms from my chest, reaching across the white fabric.

I liked this shirt, I think past the buzzing of other noises echoing in my head. But it’s ruined now. It was white and I don’t want a red shirt.

By now my lungs have found enough air to send me spiraling into a coughing fit, and suddenly I’m doubled over, my chest and stomach heaving uncontrollably. I feel nauseous. The coughing is making me gag, so is the smell of all this smoke.

Everything is so overwhelming. My body is failing me. Tears are spilling out of my eyes and down my cheeks as I helplessly gasp for air past the ragged wheezing. I’m dying.

I’m dying.

I feel soft cloth pressing against my skin as I sit up so quickly it’s dizzying.

I’m still gasping for air, but now it’s not because the room’s full of smoke, my heart is just beating out of my chest. I’m in a cold sweat and I’m shaking like crazy.

Through all of the panting and buzzing in my ears, I hear my name. Soft and confused, a voice I would recognize anywhere.

He asks if I’m okay, and I can tell any response I give will convey a “no” even if I say I am.

I nod and close my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breathing. I let him pull me in; nod once more when he asks me if it was another nightmare.

We’ll talk about it later, but for now I just assure him that I’m okay, he should go back to sleep. He holds me in his arms, which feels weird considering I’m usually the one doing that. It’s nice though.

He’s still concerned, but he’s also half-asleep, so he goes along with it as I settle back down. He wraps an arm around me and I rest my head on his chest, staring into the room as I think about other things to distract myself.

Chores. Comic ideas. I repeat the steps to make a paper chrysanthemum in my head and I’m already drifting off by the third flower.

I feel bad for waking him. Even worse that it’s become so normal he doesn’t even look surprised anymore. But he cares.

And they’re all just dreams anyway.