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Do you like muses with, or without icons? It shouldn’t really matter! But, but, do you like ignorant guys like Henry? Baby Teddy bears like Molly? Or music boys like Tempo? Maybe a squid or a kid like Agent 3? 

Then you’ve come to the right place! Heroikos is a multi-use interaction that involves all of these characters! Starting out with four, it may get more, but feel free to like or reblog this post to see our interactions soar!

I’ll see you all soon!

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Do you like muses with, or without icons? It shouldn’t really matter! But, but, do you like ignorant guys like Henry? Baby Teddy bears like Molly? Or music boys like Tempo? Maybe a squid or a kid like Agent 3? 

Then you’ve come to the right place! Heroikos is a multi-use interaction that involves all of these characters! Starting out with four, it may get more, but feel free to like or reblog this post to see our interactions soar!

I’ll see you all soon!

[inkpreyed]

slides in this starter call uwu

[inkpreyed]

"Henryyy..." (inkangcl)

The voice, echoed with anticipation of spreading despair among the weak-willed. The sound drags with visions of a woman containing a plan already in motion. The dwelling participation Henry has accomplished on to this very point, decapitating the head of misery and replacing it with a shriveled head of hope. A sad, sad journey, missing a friend who he did not create, but did indeed enjoy the company it held around even with the simplest of interference. 

The head of brown hair and blue eyes tilted, trailing the journey to the source of the voice. It could be behind him, nearby him, in front of him without giving a proper appearance. There is no hint, but a chance of surprise, for even Henry can be ignorant of the physical capabilities that drive this inner world of mad. 

‘ Why are you hiding? ‘

A voice of filled with anxious but confronting desire to know what was in store for their little “date” now. But there was always one question that remains in the mind of the old man.

‘ And..why do you want me to die? I didn’t do anything to you. ‘

[inkpreyed]

                                        @isoscelesnightmare - Starter

‘ I’ve seen enough supernatural beings these days. Just go ahead and tell me what your deal is so I can deny it already. ‘

[inkpreyed]

                                              Soul - gospelofdismay

      of course henry was too good of a man to ask for much. too used to being manipulated by joey, too nervous to dare bring his hand close to the flame of promises once again. soul was aware of this, at least peripherally, and yet he still couldn’t resist simply offering the option for henry to get what he deserved —- all the love and care that such a demonic divine could offer, as LOVESTRUCK as the ink demon really was for this humble human.

       even so, henry’s reply to such an offer made the demon’s smile playful, those almost unreadable piecut eyes showing a hint of mischief as they’d had in the days of licorice, before everything fell apart. how those days had been so different. even under joey’s thumb, they found ways to be happy, a creator and his creation.

       “sometimes, it’s best to stop questioning. a WHIM can go a long way, you know.” his thumb gently rubbed against the back of henry’s hand, as if further rubbing that kiss into henry’s skin. it wasn’t really a firm mark, no, but something that would at least keep the man’s mind on it for a few hours after he left.

       indeed, another nuzzle accompanied the gesture, a soft purr escaping him. how he adored this old, down-to-earth man. it was almost ironic, pairing henry with his creation, a god in almost every sense of the word BESIDES the divinity. was it any wonder how they were drawn to each other like a sunflower to the sun? a desire for that contrast that most would have been afraid to approach surely led them.

       soul pressed a kiss to henry’s forehead, before adding softly, “you deserve much more than you think, henry, and as your creation and a god, i think i can judge that myself quite well.”

Lids around the eyes began to question the motives the divine held for the mortal. Such an offering of wantings in the eyes of the one who only asked for the things he needed. There was nothing else in the world that he wanted other than the trust he wanted to give to others. He wanted to be able to give something and have something in return. The only wish he asked for, and the more he felt trapped in the studio, the more he felt that wish never coming true. 

Cause only dreams came true, right Joey? 

As soon as deep in his heart, that he felt a sort of depression that caused the lack of self-confidence began to overwhelm him, the lids closing slightly to give in to it, the nuzzle caused them to open again, eyes widening, the purr giving that rumble of comfort his soul desperately needed. The heart would feel the need to deserve such affectionate desire, such affectionate approval from the god, who is only self-claimed. But even in the eyes of the skeptical, there are times when even the self-claimed, can truly be the world-claimed. For even the kiss from the god can lure the strong willed into a vulnerable desire.

‘ You’re right... but I’m scared that even my heart would be taken in the end of that long way. After all.. thirty years or more of separation can be difficult to heal, could it? ‘

Here comes the solemn melancholy once again, lids lowering again. He could feel that many have said the word “deserve” towards him before. Henry deserved a job for his dedication. Henry deserved a best friend who would support him even through his toughest troubles. Henry deserved a life where everything was normal, that his life wouldn’t be in danger between this Earth, and even in Heaven, where all humans have desired to go. 

And all but his job had seemed to be taken away from him. Right? Joey?

At even the thought of how everything had begun to twist and turn to even his dreams were taken away from him, a hand went to one eye, where he felt would start to tear up first. But the other, began to tear up slightly at the mention of deserving something. Even the approval of a god could make at least a portion of his lack of confidence in such at thing disappear. 

‘ You say I deserve more than I think, but what do I really deserve? I’ve been losing everything I thought I deserved for the majority of my life. It’s like I.. don’t deserve anything at all.. ‘

Saying such a thing, made his eyes widen more. Denying a god’s words. That’s not right, that’s not right at all! The depression his heart grew worse, to the point that his eyes created the river of tears immediately noticed by both around them. There was no point, he couldn’t hide his feelings anymore. He could at least attempt to hide the tears, voice shaky with guilt twisted into his tone. 

‘ I-I’m sorry...!! ‘ 

[inkpreyed]

                                              Blight - - gospelofdismay

       henry was half-right —- normally he couldn’t see, unless he wiped his eyes temporarily. of course, the ink would normally flow right over them once more, resulting in him being blinded by default. he wasn’t going to learn that from blight unless the situation changed. drastically.

       of course, when henry claimed joey was alive, all he could do was laugh.

       “alive! alive? you gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me! i was the one who ended his fuckin’ traitorous life, righ’ when he ended boris’s and was goin’ afta’ OURS!”

        a shake of his head accompanied another step forward, the ink demon still guided by henry’s voice. however, the next step seemed to be less malicious in intent, and more hesitant.questioning. how the hell could he not have known? wouldn’t people have filed missing persons reports for such a large amount of people? the disappearances of a couple of people could be explained away, but an entire studio’s worth couldn’t be.

       and yet, he knew henry was likely telling the truth. after all, the boy he once was had a family, and yet they were rebuffed at every turn when they tried to figure out where their adopted son was. surely they would’ve given up eventually.

       the thought alone made that permanent grin fade somewhat. it couldn’t possibly move into a frown, but it was close enough.

       “…joey didn’t kill everyone. i did. i los’ control afta’ killing joey, an’ the next thing i knew, i was blind an’ everyone was screamin’. ‘m sure any blood that woulda been ‘ere was eventually replaced by ink. thirty years s’a long, long time, henry.”

       another couple of steps, but when a hand reached out, it didn’t head for henry’s neck —- instead, it searched until it landed on henry’s shoulder, before seeming to clutch it.

       “i knew th’truth about th’creation. ain’ sure if th’humans knew, but the other toons were well aware.” a chuckle, albeit a small one. “…i wouldn’ shut up about it back when i was licorice.”

The shift in motion, Henry noticed how hesitant he became with such truthful words coming out of the ignorant. Even the ignorant can change the mind of the blind, it seems. 

Despite so, the blind can change the mind of the ignorant by telling a more, pathos inspired story of the past, giving the few moments of silence to let those details sink in. This, particular ideal of Joey sending the letter to Henry in order to lure him in, became no more. Which makes, even the ink on the paper becoming cursed with whatever frame that trapped him here. Henry, unfortunately, can not figure out with any clue in mind of who wrote such a letter. 

When the hand reached out to him, eyes widened, a step taken back, however, his footing also hesitant, failed to be far enough, causing the hand to reach him, effortlessly. Death felt cold in his spine, the hand gave the same feeling, yet.. it suddenly, became to be so warm. Warm with feeling, the warmth that occupied the small chuckle. Eyes contorted with confusion, filled with questioning desire, fearful anxiety. Yet, what made asphyxiation avoided?

‘ So, you did know.. ‘

Albeit, a soft tone, distance short enough to be heard with much emphasis. Soft, but with feeling, a hand reached to accept the clench of shoulder. This bittersweet moment, no longer so scary. 

‘ That further explained how much of a bad person Joey was huh? Hearing him being dead sounds almost.. I don’t know.. bittersweet. ‘

[inkpreyed]

                                           @gospelofdismay Licorice

Blue hues diverted from the humane conscious of mind, a direction beyond strict recognition. It was oh so weird that Joey succeeded in bringing the little demon out of a sheet of paper. Oh so weird for the little demon to hop around as if he was still inside that sheet of paper. Demonic possession was a strange thing, and if it were to be escorted to the outside world, who knew what would happen next?

As chipper the thoughts were, the mood becomes to be a little brighter as the sudden little devil makes himself appear in front of the eyes of the creator. Wonder what was on the little guy’s mind this time?

‘ Licorice? ‘

Eyes flutter with half tiredness, with no intention of losing contact with the world’s favorite toon. It’d be rude, it’d be odd.

‘ How are you? ‘

[inkpreyed]

Starter call!

[inkpreyed]

Who wants an old man in their inbox?

[blindedcrown]

             The fate of a prince who only wanted to see the angel upon the cliff.

         The thunder of ignorance strikes curiosity, taking away the sight of knowing.

Do you like smol princes? Do you like smol princes who loves to read books and be curious about almost everything? Well this smol fellow will love to meet you! If only he could see.

Take a journey through “ The Liar Princess and The Blind Prince “, featuring TECH as THE BLIND PRINCE. And a certain other as the princess in disguise.

The kingdom is known, but for you, there might be answers not even the prince will be able to find.

….for he too, wishes for a happy ending. 

[inkpreyed]

"Boo." A pair of hands delicately rested on Henry's shoulders from behind, even as Soul gave a soft trill in his ear to signal that it was him. The other pair of hands were behind the god's back, a bouquet of vibrant red roses that seemed all the more /present/ within the studio's dark and gloomy ambiance. A kiss on the cheek was his first gift, and a nuzzle his second. "Happy Valentine's Day, Henry. <3 "

That voice, that trill, those hands that wrapped themselves on to the shoulders of the human. How could he mistaken that this was not Soul? For he knew in fact that he was Soul? 

But he did know that there was a missing pair of arms in the mix. Keeping in this “ act “ of ignorance, he dared not to ask, for this day he realized that the god is filled with surprises. A quick look, a quick gasp as his head turned to attempt eye contact with Soul behind him, before he’d eventually smile, moving a hand of his own across his chest, to the clenched shoulder of the opposite side, the hand gently placed on top of the others to add an affection of his own. It was practical, that the day filled with love has no desire for hatred or blank spaces. The kiss concluded the romantic affection they have together. The nuzzle concluding the familial side of affection ( they have together ). This was, truly, a never-ending love story.

A nuzzle in return, even as a soft chuckle escapes from the human in response to the reminder of the fourteenth day of February. 

‘ Happy Valentine’s Day, Soul.. I’m guessing you have some things planned for me today, don’t you? ‘

Another chuckle. The typical personality of the god was a possible treatment for the mental stature of ignorance usual deriving within Henry. 

[inkpreyed]

Used Snapchat for the first time and some of the filters are really pretty;;

By the way, Happy Munday!

[inkpreyed]

                                                    - The Reason -                                                - Headcannon Post -

It was convoluted on why Henry was invited to the studio in the first place. First it seems that hew as led to some sort of trap by Joey Drew until we find out that toons were brought to life by the Ink Machine. But then as we progress through the story, it could guessed that Joey didn’t expect the studio to be attacked internally by the toons and be ruled by the Ink Demon ( Bendy ). But then it turns out that it could be a trap by Joey Drew and he turned out to escape alive.

Well from all the bullshit we’ve seen and heard of that, it doesn’t make sense, does it?

Thanks to interactions from @gospelofdismay it has come to our attention that Henry has a more...spiritual reason of why he’s there. One that would even make him even more canon-divergent at this point. What we developed is from Allison’s point of view ( well from my own perspective ) that her belief that Henry was here to “ set them free “, right? Going along with the fact that the studio is reigned by demons in the first place led to the belief that Henry has a more heavenly presence in the studio. 

Okay so we ended up making Henry a descendant of an archangel ( or... the human representation of a banished archangel ) for his romantic sin. That sin in which led to the ship between Henry and Soul was falling in love with the demon within Soul ( Seere ). Now God doesn’t like demons. He may have created Hell but he doesn’t like his demonic creations(?). The sinful stay down there and the pure stays up in Heaven. Though speaking of Heaven and Hell, the archangel Raphael ( Henry’s angelic/real identity because...reasons ), has been punished by being banished from Heaven and becoming the human as we all know as Henry ( Dobbs ) Stein until he repents from his sins or he dies. Which in this case... neither has happened yet. For two reasons.

First he saved himself ( the studio and the world in the alternative version along with my Henry in the gospel timeline ) from death, and he finds himself falling in love with Soul even after finding out that the demon inside of him is the very same demon he fell in love before the punishment. So.. I guess God doesn’t want him back.

[inkpreyed]

                             How to ( Receive ) Love From A Beast ?

                     IC Response/Drabble to @gospelofdismay - Soul

Ink trailed fingers wrapping around a human hand as if flowers were delicately plucked from the purest of gardens. This world may not be of Eden, but it is God who creates the rules of how love shouldn’t be a quarrel of words and physical activity. How divine it is for someone as complicated as Soul would bring such simple suggestions of spoiling the human Henry with affection and gifts. Yet it is the ignorant man who fails to be known to the sight of a spoiled personality. Whether it be bliss or it be curse, who would’ve known, that a spare of his life wouldn’t sound spoiled?

A blue hue disappears under the eyelid made of skin, while the flow of said skin on the cheek danced with the nuzzle of a god. For the blessings, he heard, he listened. He lets all of these gentle commandments sink in to his mind, while lips departed to speak a word, but none came out. For as old as Henry is, he would never know how the pleasure of the world, of any desire wrapped around a finger felt in compared to the old life in which concluded how he was wrapped around a best friend’s finger. Before his death, before his chains were released he always thought the term ‘ spoil ‘ was nothing but a sin filled with lies and manipulation. Having anything you want, anything you ‘ need ‘, could be expressed as the same thing, the same issue or the same definition both positively achieving or negatively puppeteer-ing.

The kiss on the back of his held hand, tickled with feeling, tickled with nervousness. A sense of a dark force could be felt as a sort of after-felt, like a touch of sense version of the sense of taste. An aftertaste of desire that Soul kept within him, one that would bring out the cat within Henry that would never be killed by curiosity in a sense that even looking through the glass of knowledge would take him to a new world of possibilities. With much, limitless percentages of chances out there that would make him forget about the stressful days he puts on himself, or arrived from others, it would be too soon to even think about what other ‘ needs ‘ Henry would be accompanied with for as long as he lived.

A stare at Soul with the most hopeless of eyes, he could begin to understand why Soul was so generous to him. That being of divine power, made of the ink that may or may not had killed Joey. It was of that story that he’d begin to worry about the state of the rest of the world. The mind of Soul may not be twisted, but even for Henry’s safety there may be other... necessary casualties.

‘ It’s kind of hard to ask for something without really understanding what I need it or want it for. ‘

A pause, the eye that closed briefly re-opened to give back to his god, his angelic presence in the body of a human.

‘ I’m willing to give you any information you want or need. Please know that I won’t be asking for everything in the world, though, the sound of it does seem pretty nice. But I’m just not divine enough to deserve such a feeling. Honestly, I’m okay with that. ‘

[inkpreyed]

‘ I wake up to someone being possibly overthrown? ‘

[gospelofdismay-a4]

Hello there! I mentioned once or twice about a BATIM Discord server, and now I’ve finished it. This is also a place for me to get to know my mutuals better, since I’m a potato in most situations.

This server has:

3 OOC channels, 3 safe-for-work IC channels, 2 not-safe IC channels

Channels for plotting, wishlists, headcanons, playlists, musings, and ship things

A category for games

A place where we can keep track of everyone’s triggers

A suggestions channel, in case you want to suggest more channels

and more!

As I said, this is for mutuals only, but feel free to give a like and I’ll IM you the invite link.