Nov 10, 2024
doodles 💕💕
I can’t stop drawing the sillies- 😭💕
BATIM SoulBound AU by me <3
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doodles 💕💕
I can’t stop drawing the sillies- 😭💕
BATIM SoulBound AU by me <3
How would the bitties react to their owner throwing them an 'adoption party'. As in they celebrate the day they adopted the bitty.
Well in general they would be flattered but it would also depend on if you have any other bitties in your family (Ink or other). So I will try to make one for each senario. It will be under the line as it will get long. They will be in order so you wont have to look far.
Love is a GLITCH
A very happy birthday to @insanely-creative-things! Here’s a chapter from a story I’m writing for them!
Ashi looked at the broken down studio in slight disgust, the old man’s instructions still running around her head as she opened the first door and shut it as soon as she was in. Waiting a second, she opened the other door, grimacing at the black, sludge piles of ink on the walls and floors. “Hello?” She called, walking down the hall. “Henry, are you there?”
When no one replied, she shrugged and went through some of the rooms before screaming for a second. She stopped herself a moment later later she couldn’t tear her eyes off of that… that thing!
She felt someone wrapping their arm around her waist, second hand over her mouth as she let out a second scream while being dragged back around the corner. The person let go of her, causing her to turn her around and move to pull out her sabre before the realization clicked. “Jack?! She said, eyes widening. “I thought you were going to wait outside!”
“Ashi, that was three hours ago! What were you doing? Were you just staring at-at that all this time?” the other teenager asked.
“T-three hours? But I’ve only been in here for three minutes,” the two shared a look before bolting towards the door, the boy wincing as he hit the hard wood while Ashi managed to skid to a stop. “Shit! Drew must’ve done something to stop people from getting out!”
“Ashi, if a minute in here is an hour out there…” Jack trailed off, and suddenly, her mouth clacked shut.
“My father might be in here,” she breathed. “Jack, my father, he-he could…”
Glancing up, she saw his face set in grim determination. “We better start looking then.” Slipping their hands together, she tugged him into the room where the… life sized and very dead Boris was. “What is that?”
“Boris the Wolf. He was from the cartoon Drew Studio made, Bendy the Dancing Demon. There were seven recurrent characters; Bendy, Alice, Boris, and The Butcher Gang, who’re Charley, Barley, and Edgar. Mr. Drew makes enough appearances to be the seventh.” she rattled off.
“How do you know so much? This studio looks like it’s been shut down for years.” Jack noted as she looked around the body a bit more.
“My human father, Sammy Laurance, was the music director here. When momma had to work, he’d take me with him into the studio and let me watch him and the band work.” There was a book right next to the body! Reaching over, she barely spared a glance at the title before turning to Jack. “Mr. Drew had everyone put mementos on pedestals in the Machine Room. He wrote this, so I’m guessing it’s his.”
“What? Why in the Machine Room? What even is it?”
“You’re starting to sound like Miko, Jack,” she joked. “The Machine Room is where Mr. Drew put the Ink Machine. Drew Studio had some sort of special ink that made printing and drawing a lot easier, and it always made the cartoons feel alive. I think he said the mementos were to appease it, but I don’t exactly get how.”
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“Daddy, Daddy!”
Running down the hall at top speed, the three-year-old was quickly caught by her father, who laughed and hugged her tight. “My Melody, what are you doing here?” he asked.
“Mama went to work, so now I getta watch you work!” she squealed, making him grimace before smiling, the redhead missing his expression.
“Of course sweetheart. Let’s go to my office,” walking towards the elevator, Ashi could see Mr. Drew watching them from his office, brows furrowing when he slammed the door.
She waited until they were off the elevator and on the music level before asking about it. “Daddy?” at her father’s hum, she continued speaking. “Why doesn’t Mr. Drew like me?” He stopped, a strange look on his face as he knelt down in front of her.
“Sometimes,” he began softly. “Sometimes people just don’t like other people for very little reason.”
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Waking up with a jolt, she glanced around the room, noting how the ink hadn’t somehow drained into it and that the elevators were blocked with pallets of… soup? Shaking her head, she moved to stand up, but let out a choked gasp as she saw what was on the floor. Moving a little to the left, she frantically shook Jack awake, pointing at the ritual, his eyes bugging out as soon as he made the connection.
Magic was something that everyone in the world knew existed; it’s how the Soulmate bonds were formed after all, but Black Magic…
Suddenly, the birch wood walls seemed constricting, and the shadows seem to grow darker and bigger with each passing second. “We need to get out of here,” Jack said, and she agreed.
She agreed, for Black Magic was the only thing to break a bond.
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She paused in the music booth, remembering how she’d sit up there with Norman and how her father and the instrument players would smile and wave at her before starting, and how the elderly man would comment that everyone in the studio except for Mr. Drew were so much happier when she came in.
“Hey Ashi, I found the keys!” Jack called from outside of the recording area, making her sigh as she walked away from the room. She came to a halt outside of her father’s office, watching as the teen unlocked the door. As it swung open, her breath caught at the ink stained purple bunny that was missing it’s right ear. Before she knew it, she was picking it off of the floor and holding it gingerly. “Is that-”
“I gave it to my father before he left work. I was sick, and it was Henry’s day off, so he offered to watch me.” Her eyes started to burn as she continued on. “A couple hours later, the world was told that Drew Studio exploded due to a gas leak and that there was only one survivor: Mr. Drew.”
“But that obviously didn’t happen,” Jack murmured. “So what was he hiding?”
“Well, giant wolf corpse, an ink machine with a serious leak, oh, and not to mention the seven foot tall, murderous demon that caused the floor to fall out from under us,” she listed off, contempt growing more and more in her voice. “I’d say a lot, and that’s not even mentioning the obvious Black Magic he was doing.”
“Or the coffins.” She stilled at the reminder, squeezing the bunny a little. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
After a few moments of silence, she slowly shook her head. “No,” she whispered hoarsely. “I knew those people. This… this isn’t a studio anymore. It’s a mass grave.”
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She took the cassette tapes with her.
She probably shouldn’t’ve, but they had her father’s voice; a voice she had been so sure she would never hear again. Jack hadn’t said anything against it, instead offering for her to put them in his back, which had somehow managed to escape being soaked in ink so far.
She wanted to break down and cry at the searchers, knowing full well what they had been, but instead stayed strong. I am a Decepticon, I do not fear death, she chanted in her head, blasting the ink creatures with her gun. Jack had found a staircase and was walking up, trying to see if any of the doors were unlocked.
Then, she heard something, footsteps, but not those of ink-soaked sneakers. Turning around, she caught a glimpse of a Bendy cutout before a shovel was brought down upon her head.
“Rest your head… it’s time for bed…”
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“There we go now, nice and tight. We wouldn’t want our sheep roaming away now, would we?”
Her breath hitched as she slowly came to, tied to a chair as the ink man from before stood in front of her, an axe in hand as the two stared off before he looked away, shaking his head. Those words he spoke, they…
“No, we wouldn’t.” He stepped back and extended his arms a little. “I must admit, I am honored you came all the way down here to visit me. It almost makes what I’m about to do seem…. Cruel.” She tensed, doing her best to look around. She needed confirmation, she needed-
“Daddy?”
The word tore through her throat before she could stop it, and the ink encased man froze from where he was holding up the axe, the cut out mask unmoving as his glowing eyes shifted to study her face, the axe dropping a second later.
“Ashi,” he breathed, and she could feel something swelling up in her chest. “Oh, my little melody. You’re alive? Drew didn’t kill you?”
Slowly, she shook her head, desperately trying to make out her father’s face from the black goo. “No,” she answered. “I got away before he could. Someone took me in, once Momma died. He doesn’t know I’m here. I… how are you… The explosion-”
Something on his mushy face changed and he stepped back. “Drew had already transformed everyone by then. The explosion was just to cover up his tracks.” There was a pounding on the door in front of her, breaking the moment as she stared ahead, eyes wide. The ink-man swung his axe and broke the ropes, grasping her shoulders. “You must run! I will find you, but you have to get away! He won’t be willing to spare you.” He rushed into a side room, leaving her little time to steady her spinning head and halt her pounding heart before she was forced to rush into the now clear door, unable to keep herself from glancing back.
Master List (Will be updated with each new bitty)
Care crate: https://batimbitties.tumblr.com/post/639409120897859584/care-crate
Bendy: https://batimbitties.tumblr.com/post/190688631370/bendy
Alice Angel: https://batimbitties.tumblr.com/post/190689074305/the-original-alice-angel
Boris: https://batimbitties.tumblr.com/post/190689195545/boris
Corrupted Bendy: https://batimbitties.tumblr.com/post/190689949740/corrupted-bendy
Corrupted Alice: https://batimbitties.tumblr.com/post/190690054480/corrupted-alice
Sammy Laurance: https://batimbitties.tumblr.com/post/190700490845/sammy-laurance
Searchers: https://batimbitties.tumblr.com/post/190864399330/searchers
Projectionist: https://batimbitties.tumblr.com/post/622123179744346112/projectionist
Thomas Boris: https://batimbitties.tumblr.com/post/648574821221941248/thomas-boris
Allison Angel: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/batimbitties/692065860102307840?source=share
who are your most creative bitties??
Well, the most creative bitties in the center are;
Sammy Laurance; Sammy is one of the more creative bitties, in a way. With how he worships bendy, a lot of it will be bendy focused so it might disturb other bitties. But if asked, he will ease up on the bendy stuff and work on something else. He can help other bitties with drawings or learning to draw, sing and/or write. He is a music producer either in his ink form or in his human form (Samuel Laurance. He will be released later).
Alice Angel and Boris: Alice is a talented singer and loves to create new songs to sing to other bitties. While Boris is talented with multiple instruments. She is always willing to teach other bitties to sing and help them write songs. Boris will often play an instrument to back up Alice and will help other bitties learn an instrument and even help them find their instrument. Alice and Boris are often recommended together like Bendy and Boris.
Projectionist: This might seem odd at first. but they are very talented in video editing and making. He adores film making especially old-styled film making which included a red room for producing pictures. He is also a talented photographer. If asked or allowed, he will make films for the younger bitties to enjoy.
-Midnight
which bitties of yours do well with super destructive bitties?(Fantasy Fields now has Utah bitties and I want a whole pack-)
Well, it would depend on what you're looking for. If your looking for a caretaker like bitty or a leader to Help quell most of their destructive urges.
If you are looking for caretakers then Alice Angel and/or Boris wolf would be best. they can help calm down any meltdowns or tantrums and can help clean up the mess that is left behind.
However, If you are looking for a leader bitty, Then I recommend either corrupted Alice and/or Sammy Laurance. Normally I wouldn't recommend either of these two but seeing the nature of the question I will permit it. These two are natural leaders and will use their words to sway the destructive bitties.
However a reminded: Corrupted Alice and Sammy Laurance are for medium to experience bitty owners only!
-Midnight