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**pokes head out**

…uh… hi guys. I’m alive?

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you heard it from the man himself guys

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//apparently tonight’s the night of having Feelings about Joanna and Joey. sighs loudly and goes to grumble in the corner about wanting more BatiM lore

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Unexpected Hiatus Over

Hey guys. So, uh. I’ve been gone a while. Sorry about that. Long story short, I lost access to the internet for quite some time due to reasons, but I’ve gotten myself back to a place where I can get on again, and I’m doing okay! So, uh. I’ll try to get back to doing RPing, and I am so, so sorry to all my RP partners for just dropping off the face of the earth.

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“Look, okay, I know Callie and me have been gone a long time. But cut us two inks some slack! They’ve been having real-world problems and I’ve been having God-knows-what kind of problems!”

“Ah-ha-Anyway~! Give this thing a LIKE (or a REBLOG if you’re a sideblog) if you want to interact* with your good ol’ pal Bendy!”

*Interaction may come in the form of simply submitting a meme to your inbox.

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((OH?? MY GOD????))

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darlindamsel:

⋇ ⊱ ??? ⊰ ⋇:

                ❥ 〘 Eugh! A story that sounds similar to that of Lawrence’s                           tale – it seems good men fa’ us poor ladyfolk these days                           are a’ luxury far and in-between. To hell with both him and                           Drew, m’ sure your mother is just as grand of a bird as you –                           he should of directed more attention to you’s than to Beelzebub. 〙

-` ☾★ ´-                 ⊰   With arms crossed & a loud huff she’d attempt to take a deep breathe or two. Getting fired up over things no one could fix never helps anyone; let alone a tiny toon for that matter, making any anger more of a crutch than assist. ( best to wipe away at that bit of ink dripping down her face too; a sure sign of stress, but one she’d prefer to go unnoticed. ) ⊱

                         ⊰ One thing above all others however was the concept of time – though she knew it’s been many years, her description helped the realization of just how many sink in – & slowly turned anger & panic to a more melancholic sadness. Annabel’s grandparents have surely passed by now, & with her parents over-seas, there wasn’t a hair of a chance she’d ever see their faces again either. ⊱

                ❥ 〘 Oh Miss Jo, this is the absolute worst… ya’ father                           isn’t even sleeping with the fishes, me n’ Bendy.. we                           tried to take him out but he ran off to Lord knows where.                           Alice is missin’, Boris is dead – basically, we’re just sittin’                           ducks until he comes back ta’ either kill us or get killed by                           us. Can’t we just set this place a’blaze n’ get a nice                           apartment in the suburbs ? 〙

                         ⊰ She’s… joking about that. I think. ⊱

“Lawrence -- Sammy Lawrence? The music director?” Joanna asked. She was familiar with the name if only tangentially; she’d seen it in the credits of every Bendy cartoon she’d ever watched. Another, vague memory niggled in the back of her mind, but Joanna shook her head, “Did my dad -- god was there anyone here he didn’t screw over?” She muttered, running a hand through her hair, “And my mom’s great, yeah. She wishes I hadn’t taken quite so much after dad, but I guess art runs in the blood.”

Joanna startled at Blair’s lament -- not so much that she and Bendy had tried to kill him she’d worry what that said about her, that she wasn’t even angry with them for it. But after everything she’d seen and heard from Blair... she couldn’t even blame them for trying -- but that he was alive, “My dad -- my dad’s alive? He’s out there somewhere?” Long suppressed anger bubbled up, a thick and bitter bile rising in Jo’s chest, “He -- that - that son of a bitch, that utter bastard, he destroyed so many lives and he just -- just --” Joanna buried her face in her hands, letting out a muffled shriek of rage.

It took her a few minutes of deep breathing to be anything resembling calm again, and she pulled her hands away from her face -- hopefully any wetness in her eyes would be ignored in for of the sheer, burning determination. As far as the world at large was concerned, Joey Drew was dead, and everything that was his was no the rightful property of his daughter -- including his messes.

She was going to be better than Joey Drew, and she was going to start here, “Blair, can you show me where my dad’s office was?” Joanna asked the witch, “I -- I don’t know if I can fix what he’s done to you - to everyone here, but - I’m going to try.”

And well. All else failed? She’d grab Blair and Bendy and anyone else still alive in this hellhole and then set it on fire.

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-` ☾ ⛧ ´-           ⊰  Howdy ! Do ya like toon demons ? Think an unholy concoction of ink & stardom & possibly some dead bodies are pretty swell? Or do you need a smol demon or a creator to pester ? Well, this could be the blog for you ! With Bendy the Dancing Demon from the hit horror game, Bendy & the Ink machine & his precursor, Oliver Flynn ( a.k.a. tiny slightly stressed animator doing his best ). darlindevil is a partner blog to darlindamsel & is open for duplicates, canons, other OCs & basically anyone who’s looking for a hell of a show in the BATIM RP community ! Give that heart button some love or give this a reblog if you wish to enjoy the show !   ⊱  ⛧  

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darlindamsel:

-` ☾★ ´-                 ⊰   It seemed the witchling was particularly touched by the subject– expression softening at mention of Joey “not being around” for her, and any imagined scenario just brings up all sorts of emotions. Annabel’s parents were overseas for the most of her short life– & that loneliness develops into a void near impossible to fill. ⊱

                           ⊰ Initial reaction from her was to stuff gloved hands into pockets invisible until this point– accented cheeks momentarily puffed as she kicked a soup can with the side of her foot off to the left. It’s made even worse when you consider… Blair had come to call Henry her “Papa” – & he left all the same. Talk about father issues !  ⊱

                  ❥ 〘 I jus’ don’t wanna believe it ! I can somewhat                                understand why tha’ creator lied ta’ us… but ta’                                his own flesh n’ blood too ? Family is s’posed ta’                                stick ta’getha… why’s all these moralities screwed ? 〙

                          ⊰ Though surprisingly less vengeance-hungry than Bendy– despite what her attitude may imply– this would be dully noted on the list of reasons why Joey’s murder was condoned. Nobody is more deserving of the toonish title ‘Balooka’ than mister Drew, hands down.  ⊱

                 ❥ 〘 W-Wait… they didn’ ? Did Joey really lie ta’ me about that,                                too ? He said there was police reports.. a-and our families                                were notified ! When Olivier’ disappeared I caused a whole                                ruckus about it– d… did it fall on deaf ears ? No newspapah’                                article… not even a’ whisper a’ suspicion caught you off ? 〙

Joanna grimaced, “Yeah, well, my dad was always married to his work. Mom knew that when they met. I guess she thought that maybe once they had a kid --” Joanna cut herself off, shaking her head. There was a reason she’d been determined to become a more famous artist than her father -- to be better than him.

Looking around, it wasn’t hard to imagine that she’d won in the second category, at least, “I don’t think Joey Drew was ever much concerened with morality,” she said, looking around the studio.

As for the disappearances -- Jo sighed, “I’m sorry, Blair. I... don’t remember a lot of what happened back then. I was still pretty young, and my mom tried to hide a lot of it from me. She woulda done a better job of it if she and dad hadn’t spent every night he was home screamin’ at each other.” She had vague memories of the police coming to talk with her and her mother, after she’d finally realized that her father wasn’t coming home and called to report him missing, “There might have been something, I just -- never knew.”

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“Monsters in the basement. Right, duly noted,” Normally, Joanna would’ve laughed, but at this point -- well, she’d believe anything. She was talking to one of her father’s cartoons, for chrissakes -- a living, breathing cartoon.

“Dad -- stopped being around so much,” Jo said, when Blair questioned how she couldn’t have known about any of this, “Guess I know why now. Even before then, he was never really... there. Not for mom and certainly not for me.” A workaholic cartoonist for a father hadn’t left Joanna with a lot of bonding time with her sire and namesake.

An affair or just being married to his work seemed real preferable to satanic rituals, though. Maybe her mom was right and her dad was in hell now. They would be so lucky, “People sort of... didn’t realize anyone was missing for a long time. And well, interest in the cartoon had been dying for a while, between missing deadlines and it just not comin’ out anymore. I guess everyone just figured this place folded and all the employees just left. Not... what actually happened.”

Who could have possibly expected the Ink Machine, after all?

⊱  [ X ] | [ @born-to-blood-and-ink ]   >>>  ‘ Ignorance Isn’t Bliss’ ⊰ 

                     ❥ 〘 If ya’ so heart-set on sticking around… we’re settin’                                    some ground rules. Main ‘a which being don’t go in                               the basement– ba’cause, uh– there’s monsters there.                                    Yeah, monsters. The bad kind too– not the friendly kind                                    ya’ see in the newspaper funnies that’re just misunderstood.                                    They’ll eat you. …And then you’ll die. 〙

                    ❥ 〘 I’m admittedly still in tha’ slightest bit a’ shock, though.                                   Ya’ pops didn’ tell you jack about any’a this – which…                                   well, it’s kinda’ a weird situation. How’d he manage ta’                                   do all of this under tha’ radar ? He told me n’ Bendy                                   humans was snoops n’ if we was caught they’d throw us                                   in da’ paddy wagon ta’ be hauled off fa’ experimentation.                                   Part a’ me called bull, but… well, I still avoid people fa’ the                                   off-chance he was actually tellin’ some truth fa’ once in his                                   existence – but noone’s curiosity got ta’ them until now?                                   It’s odd. 〙

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//Oh my goodness I hardly feel like I deserve getting mentioned here but me and Jo will be waiting eagerly for the blog revamp, I can promise you that!

      Tiny little heads up though. Firstly, if you haven’t realized already from the abundance of posts, THIS BLOG IS AFFILIATED WITH THE CBKW AND POPGOES PARADISE GROUP VERSES . That being said, if you don’t want to see irrelevant posts to you, go ahead and blacklist v; cbkw and v; popgoes paradise .

      Secondly, i’m going to be POSSIBLY re-writing the majority of my blog. Same muse and same basis, but just a bit more in depth– and the blog will have a URL CHANGE too to match with @inkdecay whom is also revamping their blog in a similar way over the next few days. Practically, we’re going to be mirrored with each other, if it wasn’t obvious enough – but just to make it clear, Blair is extremely, EXTREMELY built upon, based with, and dependent on their Bendy. In fact, Blair wouldn’t even exist if it wasn’t for Miya. I’m always super self-concious when it comes to OCs in big fandoms unless I have a rock to keep me grounded, and her Bendy is basically it– 

–but wow, the acceptance and support i’ve gotten really says alot too– and some of the OCs i’ve seen as well… they’re honestly all amazing. Just, tiny shoutout to @divinitywings / @amiablesolitxde / @gospelofdismay (nowhere near a finished blog, but it’s soon to host an OC of my friends that you’ve GOTTA love ! As well as some canon muses since its a multimuse ! ) / @born-to-blood-and-ink / @demisedue / @tearsdivine ( MY SAMMY’S PRECIOUS SON ) / @notmyink / @doodleddrollery (BLANCA IS A GOOD NO-TOUCHY SON) / @themisfitmouse ( I LOVE LOVE LOVE SAVVIE SHE IS SO ADORABLE AND I DIE and also!! THE COLOR SCHEEEME THAT BLUE IS A GODSEND ) @mo-shui ( he cOUNTS ) and everyone else because i’m sure i’m missing some but— I love all your OCs and admire them from afar (or some up close, honestly, those of you i’ve gotten to know I cry that I love them daily because I do !! )

You all write so well and just !!

But, that’s enough rambling from me— I hope everyone has a wonderful night / day ! And expect alot out of me real soon !

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          Hello, hello ! Would you please LIKE AND/OR REBLOG this post if you are interested in interacting with a BENDY from the horror game Bendy & the Ink Machine ? I would very much appreciate it ! 

          Personals please do not interact with this post unless you have a roleplay sideblog ! 

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                       I got my mother’s good looks & my father’s GREAT RAGE

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Send “Gone Viral” for our muses to have created/starred in a viral video together.

Bonus: specify what they did in the video.

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//If there’s one thing I’d really love to have on this blog? It’d be a Joanna vs. Joey confrontation/showdown, especially since my RP with @spilledencre has given me the inspiration of Jo maybe following in daddy’s footsteps a little too closely with the magic and all

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Rebagel if you’re open to Skype/Discord RP with folks you trust.

Because some days, the blog format just ain’t doin’ it.

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//In honor of it being father’s day, come ask my muse questions about their dad!