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"You're in my World now, not your World... And I got Friends on the Other Side~"
Got an urge to draw @haleybob 's bastard minty Fae after listening to this gorgeous mashup from Thomas Sanders. And it's damn fitting since he has "friends" that are powerful ghosts (damn Observants).
He's a creepy mean mint boi but I still enjoy him.
I have to ask, all the reblogs have got me hooked. Best place to watch Net juu? (I forgot how to spell the rest wow.)
It’s on YouTube and also on AnimeFreak. I imagine it’s probably on other anime streaming sites, too, if you have a preferred one of those.
Most places, you’ll find results if you search for “Net-juu No Susume”.
Hey! I know the answer to your question. It is listed in the original Leroux that Moncharmin was a bigger, bulker guy while Firmin was slight. Madame Giry points this out when she is explaining how the Opera Ghost uses her to get his paycheck.
Yaaay, thank you! Now I can use a word search to look at the text. :)
"No...I saw you die. Why...Why are you here?"
Based off an rp with @haleybob. Bit of parallel universe jumping occured so both of them could meet again. Tears were shed, hugs were given, and healing can begin anew!!
Brent is mine, Rex is Haley's.
If you still feel write-y, I feel a need for a prompt where Brent and Rex play Bendy and the Ink Machine together. It's ludicrous. And if it's all just swearing and blank we stares, so be it!!
((BLESS YOU HALEY. BLESS YOU.))"Hey, Brent?""Hmm?" The Musician turned away from the stove in the kitchen, looking over the counter to his partner. "I'm almost done with dinner, Tin-Limbs. Everything alright?""The Boss just sent you a command on your device." Tin-Limbs, better known as Rex, was standing behind the couch, pointing to the laptop on the coffee table. "It doesn't look incredibly urgent, but..." He trailed off a little bit, bouncing both shoulders in a shrug. Brent rolled his eyes and let out a small sigh. "Yeah yeah. Gimme a minute so I don't burn your dinner. Don't need this place smelling like cooked blood." Turning back to the stove, Brent turned the burner down and stirred the mixture in the pan. To anyone else, he'd be fine saying "Just open it up and read it." But, Rex was still adjusting and learning. He had to be given literal instructions in a firm manner. So he said "You have my permission to open up the message and read it out loud for me.""Yes sir." He could hear the gentle clicks and taps from Rex's prosthetic hands as he used the keyboard. "....Boss says 'I just found this little gem that will come out in about three years. Thought you might find this incredibly interesting. It is on your computer's game system now.' End message. .......Boss, you play simulations on your device?""It's just Brent, Rex. And yeah. Sometimes." Simulations... Well. He didn't like first-person shooters or those war video games that were popular. But he could see them having been used in Rex's world for practical purposes... Now to translate that in layman terms.... "They're just called video games here. There's a few that are simulation based to help with fighting, but a majority of them are for problem-solving or testing reflexes. I'm more familiar with the later two." The vampire hummed in acknowledgment, and Brent turned off the stove. He kept stirring the concoction in the pan another minute or so before pouring it into a large mug. This was not his favorite thing to do, but! There had been no jobs recently, and he would rather not have Rex in the kitchen by himself. Didn't want to have an incident like the Toaster Explosion again. Pocketing his phone, he took the mug to the couch and sat down. "Okay. Let's see what Steam has for me..." ---------------------------------------------------------------It'd taken a little fine-tuning to get the damn game running, and he'd had to dig out an external mouse to attach, but the main menu was up. ....Not entirely sure what he expected, but a yellowed background and dripping black ink was not it. Neither was the chilling music that worked omniously with the visual. "'Bendy and the Ink Machine'? ...Interesting enough title, I guess." Rex leaned over slightly, eyeing a part of the menu screen. "...Why is there a red spatter on the corner there?"Brent had almost missed that. But he followed the directions of Rex's pointed finger, and saw just that. "...Well that's morbid." He scowled a little as he read over the chapter titles. "So we got 'Moving Pictures', 'The Old Song', and... 'Rise and Fall'. Can already tell which one I'll like. But, might as well start from the beginning..." Clicking on the Play button, Brent decided to make himself comfortable. "I wonder why the Boss wanted me to play a horror game." "This doesn't look like a horror simulation." "Horror isn't limited to gore, Tin-Limbs. .... Oh hey a letter. 'Dear Henry, It seems like a lifetime since we worked on cartoons together. 30 years really slips away, doesn't it?' Woooowwww. Okay. So it's a horror game involving cartoons.""You mean those expressive moving drawings?""Yeah. Hang on... 'visit old workshop'....'something I need to show you'... 'Your best pal, Joey Drew'. ....Original name." He rolled his eyes, but jumped slightly as the sound of a creaking door screeched through his laptop's speakers. Maybe it was his nature as a Musician, but he hadn't expected it to be that loud. He looked over at Rex, blinking once, then twice. "...You can watch me play through this, Tin Limbs. I don't mind. ... Hell, maybe you can help me figure out why Oleg wanted me to play this." "Okay si-...Brent." He sipped at his mug of hot blood and milk, licking his lips after the fact.--------------------------------------------------"...I guess I need to find the stuff to turn on this machine." Brent rolled his eyes as the absurd looking machine in front of his avatar. He started to walk down the hallways and look around. "They'll probably glow or something..." "What's that drawn thing in the corner? Looks like a... You-know-what." Brent smiled gently at Rex's choice of words; he had a genuine trigger with the word "demon". He was proud the vampire was trying his best. "Well... If I had to guess from the posters, that's Bendy. The mascot from the title." He flinched as a loud violin accompanied a cut-out appearing. Even Rex reeled back."...That wasn't there before.""Yep." He started to walk around the cut-out, and his face fell as he saw a morbid sight in the end of the hallway. "...Jesus Christ, what in the...?""Oh my god. Joey, what were you doing?""Valid question! What the fuck?? Rex, you seeing this?""Yes! ...What's the problem, it's just a body." "Rex, that's a Creation's body. Apparently of..." He leaned over slightly to read a poster. "Boris the Wolf." He let the camera look around, and he narrowed his eyes at the literal writing on the wall. "...Oleg has a sick sense of humor." Rex nervously sipped at his mug, eyeing Brent with some suspicion. "Why do you say that? It's just a game. A really tame one considering what we do for a living." "Yeah. But still a shitty thing to show an Author like me. I mean... Look at this. Who would do a thing like this to their own Creation?" ((To Be Continued. This is too good not to. But it is a little late and I need to write more.))
TWO YEARS WORTH IT. Holy cow. I love your story. I'm so glad you are doing better and you have good community. You're writing is just the style I love reading! Great, great chapter! I thought I was going to die if nothing affectionate happened between Marianne and Bog, so thank you! Good job!
Oh, I’m so pleased you liked it! I was so worried that after such a long wait it wouldn’t measure up!
"Traitors: Jason Micheals was a radical, but strong Hunter in the Las Vegas valley, with a clan that showed promise. However, he fell in love with a target: a vampire named Lilith Caramine. Despite even becoming engaged in secret, Jason still planned to use Lilith's position in the Red Velvets vampire gang to take it down. The take-over failed miserably, and Lilith was killed. In his grief, Jason tried to kill the Red Velvets' leader again, but failed. As punishment, he was Turned into a vampire. He didn't take Turning well, but he was eventually picked up by Clockwork. He grieved and was taught to adjust to his new living status, and chose to go back in time to watch over Lilith and her family while she was a child. He took the name 'Randy' as he became a new person. But he can't escape the consequences of what he did as a Hunter and as a grieving man. Brent McKinney... Well. He was picked up by a powerful ghost and given the oppurtunity to change the world. But this ghost knew his paranoid history and knew how to scare him. And despite Brent knowing this ghost was full of lies, was either too scared to fight it or too interested to see how far he would go. He was the only underling of the Observant to catch on to the ghost's lying, but he never took steps to protect himself or to get out. He only got out when the ghost shot to kill him, instead killing his partner." MORE HUNTERS. I kinda like the themes I'm going with for each photo set, so I think I'll do it for the remaining Hunters. I'll be completely honest saying I missed Randy. He's a fun little ball of issues. Randy Micheals belongs to @haleybob Brent McKinney is mine. All mine. My son.
Miss Suzie, has your fic with Big and Marianne's affair updated...? I haven't gotten on tumblr in a long while! If not, that's okay, and good job on your other stories of awesome!!!
Nah, it’s been a while, right now I’ve been concentrating on the Strange Hearts & Wild Things timeline!
But I do only have one last little bit to write for the current arc of that timeline, and then I’ll be going back to Between the Shadow and the Soul. I’m crossing my fingers and hoping that the next chapter won’t be too difficult to write, but I know how well that’s turned out…
