#note to self water-based ink is the DEVIL for this kind of thing

[rhinocio]

(2-3/?)

first - series

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気楽 に行こう. (kiraku ni ikou) - Take it easy. だいじょぶです! (daijoubu desu) - It's okay! ご愁傷様です,弟. (go-shūshō-sama desu, ototo) - I'm sorry for your loss, little brother. あなた は 一人 じゃない. (anata wa hitori ja nai) - You are not alone. 弟 (ototo) - Younger brother 濱戸リア (hamato lea) - Lea Hamato はじめまして, 弟. (hajimemashite, ototo) - Nice to meet you, little brother.

[renegaderoots]

BASIC INFORMATION

☠┋FULL NAME: Avery J. Williams ☠┋PRONUNCIATION: A-vree ☠┋NICKNAME(S): Avy, Av, AJ ☠┋TITLE: The Sleepwalker ☠┋OCCUPATION: Drug dealer ( see also: fortune teller, singer, waiter) ☠┋~AGE: 18-28. Plot dependent. ☠┋DATE OF BIRTH: 23rd October ☠┋GENDER: Cisgender ☠┋PRONOUNS: He/Him/His ☠┋ORIENTATION: Homoromantic Homosexual ☠┋NATIONALITY: English ☠┋RELIGION: Christian ☠┋SPECIES: Human ☠┋THREAT LEVEL: Moderate (not malicious, sometimes violent, defensive and aggressive)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

☠┋FACE CLAIM: Andy Biersack / Ash Stymest ☠┋EYE COLOUR: Light-blue ☠┋HAIR COLOUR: Naturally ginger but dyes it black ☠┋DOMINANT HAND: Right ☠┋HEIGHT: 5’4 or 162 centimeters ☠┋WEIGHT: 48 kg.   ☠┋TATTOOS:  He is literally a tattoo landscape, so describing his ink collection would take an entire century, but the roses on his hands are most notable along with a quote from Hermann Hesse’s Steppenwolf circling around his collarbone. ☠┋SCARS:  The most notable ones along with a constellation of burns are on his upper back, though there are other scarred areas as well. Most were souvenirs from an accident whereas others were self-inflicted. ☠┋PIERCINGS: one lip piercing, one nose ring ( usually wears studs), several ear piercings (Industrial, conch, auricle, upper lobe, helix, tragus, graduate lobe, smiley – honestly just ask me what part of his body isn’t pierced and we can all go home sooner) ☠┋GLASSES: Avery doesn’t need glasses.

PSYCHOLOGY INFORMATION

☠┋JUNG TYPE: INFJ ☠┋SUBTYPE: Intuitive Subtype ☠┋ENNEATYPE: 6w5 SX/SP ☠┋MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral   ☠┋TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic/Choleric ☠┋SCHEMA: (NP) Negativity/Pessimism, (MA) Mistrust/Abuse, (EP) Emotional Deprivation (form C)

☠ ┋INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Visual/Spatial Intelligence

☠┋~IQ: 110 ☠┋NEUROTYPE: Definitely not neurotypical. ☠┋AT RISK? Possibly, although I can’t say for sure at this conjuncture. Likely depression, insomnia and Biploar Disorder II, as there’s a genetic predisposition on the maternal side of his family (his great-grandma had it, along with his mother.)

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

☠┋HOMETOWN: Dartford, England, though he was born in Boston. ☠┋CURRENT:  Visual-Spatial Intelligence, Intrapersonal Intelligence, Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence ☠┋LANGUAGE(S): English ( native language), German ☠┋SOCIAL CLASS: working class ☠┋EDUCATIONAL LEVEL: GCSE ☠┋PARENT #1: John Williams ☠┋PARENT #2: Allison  (Alisa) Williams neé Little (Klein) ☠┋SIBLING(S): Samantha Williams, 24, alive, estranged

☠┋MAIN SHIP: I ship Avery with stability and getting his shit together. ☠┋RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single ☠┋CHILDREN: None

☠┋PET(S): Pet rats called Muffin, Sugar and Berry. ☠┋ADOPTED? No. ☠┋RAP SHEET? Surprisingly not, no. ☠┋PRISON TIME? No.

VICES / HABITS

☠┋SMOKES? Yes. He’s a chain smoker, in fact.   ☠┋DRINKS? Yes, excessively. Might’ve developed an addiction, though it’s unsure to know for certain as this conjuncture.   ☠┋DOES DRUGS? Only soft drugs.   ☠┋IS VIOLENT? Yes, he is. Avery’s type of violence is most often just on one level, namely the physical one. Unafraid to mess up somebody’s face twice his size, he’ll do so if and when he feels threatened – or, alternatively, when he really doesn’t like you. It’s not necessarily that he’s pone to violence, nor is he quick to hit and punch without first weighing the consequences, but it does happen. Only on rare occasions such as intimate settings is he emotionally violent if fearing abandonment.

☠┋HAS AN ADDICTION? Possibly. Alcoholism.   ☠┋IS SELF-DESTRUCTIVE? Yes. Self-harm (among which multiple suicide attempts number. Most frequently, these patterns are implemented through cutting, burning or scratching), habitual lying and high-risk reckless behavior along with excessive  promiscuity. ☠┋HABITS: swearing, smoking, cracking knuckles, a sweet tooth that’ll probably rot his teeth down to nothing one day, picking at nail polish, habitual lying, procrastination to the highest level imaginable, forgetting names of people (mostly because he doesn’t bother to remember them in the first place), purposefully argumentative, double-checks everything more often than Nolan (which is an accomplishment in and of itself bordering on obsessive), bites fingernails, snarls for no, grunts for yes and shrugs his shoulders for maybe (not the most communicative sort, obviously), drinks energy drinks and sugary stuff like water to stay away because he’s close to mortified by sleeping or the process of falling asleep (three to four hours of light sleep tops), leave him alone for a while and chances are he’ll have been playing with whatever object is in front of him for many minutes already, will use movie references to retro movies nobody knows (except maybe movie nerds themselves) when around somebody he can tolerate

☠┋HOBBIES: customizing his own clothing, drawing, sleeping in late, organizing everything to a T, cleaning, woodwork, collecting used up pencil stumps, skateboarding, street painting, collecting bibles without any attention to read through them, reading psychology books ☠┋TICS: none

☠┋OBSESSION(S): Avery is downright obsessed with establishing a thoroughly organized system and often can’t resist eliminating any and all ounce of disorder either in his flat or at the shop. He also has a great aversion towards unclean people and therefore spends a lot of time in the bathroom washing his hands. ☠┋COMPULSION(S): hoarding

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

☠┋HOUSE: Slytherin ☠┋VICE: Wrath ☠┋VIRTUE: Kindness ☠┋ELEMENT: Air

☠┋ANGEL: Gabriel

☠┋MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Sirens

☠┋ANIMAL: Scorpion

☠┋MUTATION: Invisibility, Air manipulation ☠┋WOULD SURVIVE POST-APOC? Yes.

STATUS INFORMATION

☠┋DEVELOPMENT: Developed ☠┋SHIPPING: Multiship ☠┋VERSE: Multiverse ☠┋VERSE TYPE: realism, magical realism, crime

☠┋CANON: His tattoo shop verse. ☠┋PLOTTING: Open ☠┋CREATION DATE: May 2014

 CHARACTER SUMMARY

 If you think you’ll encounter an angel because you’ve judged him by his looks alone, you will be deeply disappointed. In lieu of sweet tunes, you’ll get an earful of pirate-like swearing, profanity, and absolutely no filters. For better or worse, Avery is honest - sometimes brutally so - and doesn’t know the first thing about propriety. His morals are his pillars despite the dysfunctional mess that is his past; however, his own integrity is merciless and predominantly black or white. Regardless, you shouldn’t mistake him for level-headed or even cerebral; Avery is a complicated, contradictory clusterfuck of a person --- all white-knuckled protests aside, he is a very emotional lad, prone to anger issues, and an even poorer developed impulse control.

As somebody who became homeless when still a minor, Avery is no stranger to the ends to which some had to go in order to survive. He might not be gallant, buoyant or even very talkative, but he is humble, charitable and noticeably protective over those who have no means of defense. Nowadays, Avery stays afloat working odd jobs, the most notably one being his position as a drug dealer for the Morrison family. Beyond that, his ability to ascertain how full of shit people are has proved rather lucrative, too. In the end, he has been through too much, has seen too much and heard too much to be fazed by humanity’s depravity anymore, and thereby doesn’t dare reach for the stars. He still lives in an abusive home mentally sitting at disconcertingly silent dinner tables, and making tired excuses for angry welts under layers for him to have any motivation other than to simply sleepwalk through life.

 APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION

Swinging calloused fists, throwing uncouth threats left and right…at the imposing height of 5’4. Although Avery will still feed you your teeth if you reckon it’s cute to call him pipsqueak or any other derogatory remark as to his height, he has come to think of his lanky, tiny, and largely androgynous appearance as an advantage. Looks can deceive, his in particular, because if there’s anything he’s not, it’s helpless. Be that as it may, there are self-image issues along with a deeply-seated insecurity at play regarding his physique, and overall gentle aura, which he contrasts with a collection of tattoos. For attentive listeners, you will hear a mostly Bostoner accent mixed with a faint German undertone while his voice is deep, masculine, and has a raspy current to it. It is not a shock, though, that Avery’s demeanour doesn’t exactly inspire pedestrians to chat him up at a park. As for clothes: just be on the lookout for a scowling, tiny lad in black from head to toe.  

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION

Contrary to his cantankerous tunes, Avery knows when words of thanks are in order, and he is not at all too prideful to express his gratitude. Anything you give him freely, whether time, trust, or tears is valuable to him. Generally speaking, however, he is best described as being of a melancholic-choleric temperament, a man of few words but decidedly strong convictions who won’t hesitate to play devil’s advocate in order to call you out on your own hypocrisy. What he isn’t, though is deceiving because honesty is an integral part of his belief system; the engine without which the machine would come to a complete standstill. What’s most important to note about his general disposition, additionally, is how much of a duality Avery can be. Endearing at times, and then downright base. This boils down to his anxiety frequently expressed through rage, and insecurity. Ambivalent doesn’t even begin to cover how his personality oscillates between aggressive and dependent absolutes. As enigmatic as he is towards others and himself, though, there’s nothing uncertain about the fact that he is secretly an idealist in a misanthropic realist’s clothing. He wants to believe only the best in people, but also knows when there’s nothing to be done other than to turn some away. In the same vein, Avery struggles with emotional expression – full stop. Due to trauma, genetic factors, and environmental influences, trust is nearly an impossible feat for him; that goes both ways: towards others and himself, thus, while fiercely instinctive, it requires a game guide to unlock personal dialogue, resulting in suspicion and rebellious behaviour to cover up the fear of abandonment.

SKILLS / COMPETENCES

By general standards, Avery’s academic gap in his CV doesn’t speak well for his skills or competences, as one would be quick to presume he’s got none at all, which isn’t true. Regardless of having only done the utmost necessary before dropping out of school, he’s not a monolingual. Since his mother has German roots, their household was bilingual, with English being the primary language in their earlier developmental stages, and German introduced at around six to eight years old respectively. His level of proficiency is high in both languages, making him bilingual despite no linguistic talent or inclination to broaden his horizon. There’s also something to note about his dexterity, for his hands aren’t only his most important tools in his career. Indeed, most of his hobbies revolve around crafting or creating something – woodwork being one example.  He is also, perforce, an amazing cook and is known to hand out free food to friends who are, unfortunately, still homeless. What’s more, he has been blessed with an impeccable singing voice --- hard, soft, raspy currents like ripples in a river. Up until middle school, too, Avery used to participate in competitive running marathons, along with a penchant for precarious hobbies like skateboarding and parkour, the latter of which he gave up after too many unsuccessful attempts and stays in the hospital. Lastly, and this is vital, he has a natural gift for reading others; he is not easily deceived.

INTERPERSONAL MANNER

How Avery approaches you or comes across is entirely dependent on you – because when he smells bullshit or feels in any way lied to, threatened or manipulated, you’ll encounter his belligerent, patronizing and stubbornly righteous side. If you’re straightforward with your intentions, Avery is more likely to warm and loosen up around you. All in all, he is easy to like, but hardly few really know him. Since his family is a subject best not breached and linked to survivor’s guilt, Avery, for now, is on his own, excluding Lin, Trish, and Síle. Sometimes, even, the lad refers to his own room as a coffin. Unsurprisingly, his sexual relations are strictly physical, and any romantic interest is generally suppressed. If he were actively searching, however, Avery would best respond to unabashedly frank men who are assertive or creative – physically, he likes his men tall, muscular, preferably inked, and not afraid to straight up ask him to fuck. Moreover, given his demons, Avery works very hard to keep the shreds of stability he has in his life, which is why you will not hear him argue unless it’s something he categorizes as fundamentally wrong; he absolutely detests screaming or raised voices.

 Additional notes:

His voice claim is the same, i.e. Andy. Is anyone surprised?

Frequently lewd and downright tactless towards men, which is not reminiscent of his bad flirting skills but rather an indicator to please leave him the fuck alone.

Sugary sweets as bribery? 100% effective

Drinks an unhealthy amount of energy drinks to doze rather to deeply fall asleep because the feeling of falling asleep makes him incredibly anxious - night terrors are common.

Listens to bad German punk band and dub step. Definitely don’t allow him to play his music should he ever be in your car lest you’ll suffer profusely.

Has the almost compulsive need to play with items directly in front of him.

His younger sister detests him for walking out on her and leaving her with an alcoholic, abusive dad. Years prior, their mother left one day and never returned.  She hopes he’s dead in a ditch.

His relationship with religion is...complicated, to make use of a gross understatement as his family were zealots who only accepted their truth as the way to live. Consequently, Avery also has self-image issues and low self-esteem.

He feels more comfortable and considerably safer around women as far as platonic relationships go, and has an easier time opening up to them.

Natural ginger. Heat and Avery? Not a good mix.

Smells faintly of turpentine oil and citrus-scented utensils for cleaning because he is a neat freak.

Do not allow him anywhere near paper because he will doodle on anything.

Utilizes his art as a means to express himself emotionally.

[enigmas-artdeck]

Wrong: Part 2 (A 2D Bendy AU Fanfic)

Alright, this fanfic is by far one of the most popular posts on this blog. It even got a follow up by @pooka-dragon (which is really good by the way, give it a read!). 

HOWEVER

That is their version, not mine. While I am a sucker for fluff, me, being the twisted mind I am, made a part 2 (some people asked for the second part) and made some more angst. I am working on part 3 which should come later in the week.

AGAIN I am sorry if things seem weird or are wrong *snort*.

Part 1

part 3

SO HERE WE GO:

He didn’t know what to expect. He knew that sometimes his friend would get upset, but this? This was one of the last things he would expect from the companion that he’d been through so much with.The house was an absolute mess with the ink spattering the walls and the thrown furniture. Carefully navigating over the strewn chairs and small tables, he kept note of all the ink in the carnage.

“What the hell Bendy…” Henry lowly whispered to himself as he made it further into the house. He placed his knees on the floor to pick up the large coffee table that blocked his path. As he reached under for a better grip, his fingers were pricked. Ignoring the pain, he lifted the table off to the side. Then he saw it.

A knife.

Stained with ink.

Panic almost immediately seized the elder human. As he looked further into the hall, he could see more knives stained with the same substance. His mind kept racing with more scenarios of what could’ve happened to the toon. A robber? Self defense? Some sort of twisted prank? Henry conjured up more thoughts the deeper he went into the house. He not dare to think of that scenario, however. When Henry reached the kitchen, he could no longer ignore the thought.

The sink was filled with watered-down ink.

This was intentional.

One could say that he came damn near close to breaking the sound barrier with the sheer speed he used to run to Bendy’s room. He banged on the door heavily as he attempted to twist the handle fully.

“Bendy, open up!” He kept calling out to his friend for some kind of sign that he was alright. No reply came. Henry took it upon himself to become a battering ram. Using hi upper arm as a shock absorber, he kept crashing into the door in hopes of the barrier to give way. And gave way was what the door did.

The human fell on his back on top of the door, splashing down into the 3 inches of ink. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t believe that Bendy managed to do this. Destroying the furniture, yes. But flooding the room so everything was the same lampblack ink as him? No, this was inconceivable, even for Henry, who knew quite well what the toon could do.

Henry unhooked the palm-sized flashlight (something he picked up after the whole workshop ordeal) from his belt loop, shining the white light into the dripping darkness. Thank god he left his shoes on, he really didn’t want to feel what the ink is like. As he cleared the bunk bed’s frame, lo and behold, there was Bendy sitting in the corner, facing away from the door. He trudged through the ink over to the heaving toon.

“Hey, Bendy. You okay?” Obviously not, hence the damage outside the room, but he was trying to provoke some sort of response from the shaking frame.

“C’mon Bendy, you can’t mope here forever.” Nothing. “Hey, Bendy, I’m here. I’ll listen to anything you say. Say one word, or say them all. I’m all ears.”

Finally, some response. A low mumble came from Henry’s friend. Henry slowly advanced towards him, attempting to hear better.

“Bendy, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to speak up.”

“…wanted to kill…”

He stopped dead in his tracks, blood becoming ice. Had his friend just…? No, no, that wasn’t right. It’s gotta be an audio mishearing. There’s no way Bendy of all people would want to do that…

“I’m afraid I misheard you. Why don’t you-”

“I wanted to kill someone.”

Bendy slowly rose from his hunched position. Henry thought it was a trick of the light, but he realized no, Bendy really is 8 feet tall. Bendy slowly turned around, fully revealing himself to the human before him. Henry knew why his friend was upset. He turned into the shape of them.

“Oh my god, how-”  Henry never got to finish.

“BECAUSE THEY WERE ME! ALL THE NEGATIVE ASPECT OF ME WERE THEM! THEY WERE ALWAYS ME! I WAS ALWAYS THEM!” Henry fell backwards, using his hands and feet to push himself to the other side of the inky room. Bendy followed the man, madly rambling.

“I WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE, HENRY! I WANTED TO BASH SOMEONE’S SKULL IN AND PUT THEM IN A MORGUE! I WANTED JOEY AND SAMMY TO PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID, BUT NEVER KILL THEM! I WANTED TO TAKE A CHILD’S LIFE! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THAT CAME FROM AT ALL! I CAN’T EVEN TELL WHAT’S REALLY ME OR THEM! I CAN’T EVEN TELL IF WE REALLY WERE SEPARATE BEINGS OR NOT!” During his screeching, Bendy had gotten down on all fours, closing the distance. Now that he was finished, he was only a mere few inches from the man’s face, razored fangs dripping with ink.

Henry was at a loss for words for the first time since the workshop incident. He started to speak, but the words never came out. Bendy uttered a line that nearly made Henry weep.

“I’m a devil, but not the kind I was supposed to be.”

Henry brought his hand up and forward, trying to do the same action that helped Bendy calm down and feel secure many times. Bendy swatted the hand away.

“Leave.”

“No.” 

Somehow this made the toon snap. Bendy started screeching ‘leave’ over and over, jumping to the ceiling. His head did a complete 180 turn, staying on Henry. This action gave Henry a sickening feeling, for Bendy has never truly done anything demonic like this before.

An inky hand rose from the floor, pushing the elder to the yawning doorway. Another hand picked the door up, ready to place said door back. Once Henry had exited, both hand shoved the door back into place, along with staying there to make sure the door never got knocked down again.

Henry rammed into the door for 10 minutes, but it was to no avail. Didn’t even budge. Rubbing his sore arm, he headed to the phone. It took no more than a moment for the other end to pick up after dialing the number.

“Hello, this is the Willows residence, Carmella speaking.” A woman sounding no older that 40 answered the phone.

“Hello, this is Henry speaking. I was wondering if your son Samson could come over tomorrow?”

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I kinda sorta (really) wanted a family that didn’t have a parent that didn’t trust Bendy, so I came up with Samson Willows and his mom Carmella Willows (single parent who happens to work with Henry.)  Their names are Based On Sammy Lawrence and my own aunt. She actually adores Bendy, making a sort of mother figure for him. She, however, sees Henry only as a friend. Both of them came up on a whim.