#batim/hp au

[justwilfee]

Something a lil' weird XP

Me and Lily Wilfred.

Lily is actually my BatIM OC, but I drew us in Hogwarts uniforms. This is because I love the Harry Potter universe very much, but I don’t want to forget about BatIM and my “part” in it (Lily herself)

Now it's my new PFP X)

I think I'll give my characters from BatIM AU a "tour" through another universe, hehe... I'll draw strange, maybe cringe and nonsense things, but that's who I am :)

This isn't a crossover and not a new universe, but it'll be just FOR FUN, there will be no meaning and plot!

And I always wanted a barn owl :3

[stormyblueberry]

Okay. I’m doing the same thing as Ash and coming up with some tags for myself. As of now, the Hermitcraft Rejection Saga is on hold and I’ll just use this for general Tumblr stuff with a few pieces of HC Rejection Saga stuff sprinkled in when I get inspo for it again.

Now I’ll start using tags like #Stormy rambles for general talking points and #Stormy’s special interest(s) for things I really enjoy, or #OC Talk for talk about my OCs.

Like this post, for example! Send me a symbol and a name, and I’ll ramble about her until either I run out of space, or until I can’t list special facts about them anymore. I’ll include some fun facts but I can ramble about them all damn day.

The OCs I’ll use for this are:

Skylar “Storm” Elizabeth Afton (My very first OC! She’s a multi fandom OC, originating with the Markiplier/Jacksepticeye fandoms, the FNAF fandom, and the TFF(TheFamousFilms) fandoms!)

Ben Drew/Luthor-Hart (Technically, he was a friend’s BATIM OC originally, but I have since stolen him from a friend and made him my own)

Nova Aria West (A newer OC I created because of my love for Wally West, specifically the variant from Young Justice)

Melissa “Missy” Jane Grayson (A general DC AU, a Storm variant in another version of her timeline, and now used in Teen Titans and Young Justice timelines)

Briar Rose Luthor (Another Young Justice OC and Ben’s twin sister in said AU)

Alania Weasley (A Harry Potter OC I made a few days ago)

Zander Hawthorne (Another HP OC, same universe as Alania)

Zara Hawthorne (Another HP OC, Zander’s twin sister, same universe as Alania as well)

There’s too many more OCs and I’m running out of time and space to list them so those are the 8 I’m gonna use!

OC Outfit Doodle Asks

Send one of the following symbols and one of my OC’s names and I’ll doodle:

👀 OC in their typical underwear 💤 OC in their sleep attire 🔞 OC in something sexy ���� OC in what they would wear to the beach/pool 👔 OC in what they would wear to a formal event (such as a wedding) ☠ OC in what they would wear to a funeral 👖 OC in what they would wear to a casual event (such as a birthday party) 👑 OC dressed as royalty 🚪 OC in what they wear when lounging around at home 💕 OC in what they would wear on a first date ❌ OC in something they would absolutely never wear 🎃 OC in a costume they’d wear for Halloween 🎄 OC in an ugly Christmas sweater 🚓 OC in a prison uniform 🚲 OC in athletic gear  🐰 OC in a kigurumi of their favourite animal ❄ OC in what they’d wear on a very cold day 🔥 OC in what they’d wear on a very hot day 👕 OC in a T-shirt with something stupid printed on it (think Zazzle) 🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire 📦 OC wearing something that isn’t clothes (such as a fig leaf, a barrel, etc.) 👻 OC in a really bad disguise 📷 OC in a stereotypical tourist getup 🙎 OC in something embarrassing 👗 OC in something from the 50’s 💀 OC in goth/emo/scene attire 💃 OC in some radical 90’s clothes 🌁 OC in a hoodie 🌋 OC in camping or adventuring gear ♠️ OC in their armor (or in some sort of fantasy armor if not applicable to their story) 🎨 OC in a cartoon character’s outfit  🏨 OC in a maid outfit 🏥 OC in a nurse uniform 🐑 OC in farmer wear 👍 OC in a crop top

[star-going-supernova]

BatIM/HP Crossover

This is what happens when Star isn’t able to write for a long time. I get these dangerous things called ideas. So! Here are some little bits and pieces (mainly about their sorting) from the slowly growing world in my mind featuring our favorite BatIM characters and our favorite school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please keep in mind that how I sorted them is my own opinion, based largely off my own interpretations of the characters.

~ We’ll start simple, with Joey, Henry, Susie, and Norman meeting on the train. They share a compartment and despite being slightly awkward children, Joey is just out there enough to draw the other three into a conversation, one that lasts all the way until the train stops. They decide that no matter which Houses they all end up in, they’ll stay friends.

~ Joey’s a pureblood; Susie’s got a witch for a mother and a muggle for a father; Norman’s father’s best friend was magical, so while he’d grown up knowing about magic, having it himself was a surprise; and Henry tells them that he was entirely clueless about magic up until the day he got his letter. 

~ They take turns guessing what each House they’ll each go into, once they’ve made sure to explain how the Houses and sorting works to Henry. Even after the short amount of time they’ve been together, they all agree on Joey being a Slytherin. Susie’s sure that she’ll go into Hufflepuff, if only because she’s not particularly brave, clever, or cunning. It takes some discussion, but they end up deciding on Hufflepuff for Norman. It’s the same with Henry, who shrugs. 

~ Joey goes into Slytherin, just as they’d all thought. He got the typical ‘cunning and ambitious’ spiel, nothing new; what was surprising to him was the Hat’s brief dilemma over Slytherin versus Gryffindor (for his reckless and impulsive behavior). There’s some deliberation over Susie, but the Hat puts her in Ravenclaw. She’s a bit shocked but can’t say that she’s disappointed. The Hat reasoned that her creativity and drive to stand out would help her fit right in. Norman ends up in Hufflepuff without much fuss, but for different reasons than they might have expected. The Hat told him that it was his understanding that Hufflepuffs were often overlooked, and that Norman’s penchant for lurking and being one of those good kids that everyone knows but no one remembers would be able to continue. 

~ Henry sits on the stool for a long time before the Hat finally calls out, “Slytherin!” He joins Joey and merely explains, “It said that Slytherins are good at hiding themselves and don’t like taking no for an answer.”

~ They make good on their promise to remain friends, and not a single one of them lets something like being in different Houses stop them. It’s more rare to see them separated among their tables than to see all four of them eating at one. They admittedly hadn’t been too sure about it in the beginning, but their hesitation ended the moment an older student told them they shouldn’t do it, and Henry looked that Ravenclaw straight in the eyes as he deliberately sat down and filled his plate without blinking. The professors honestly think it’s kind of adorable. 

~ Joey lives up to the Slytherin stereotype, but that’s honestly part of who he is as a Slytherin, making people believe he’s over-the-top and dramatic and blatantly charming, when it’s the little things that he manipulates to his will. He’s especially fond of figuring out chain reaction type things, where he tips the balance in one spot and watches as everything falls into place exactly like he expected it to. He likes playing around with runes, and despite being a pureblood, he’s fascinated with the idea of combining magic and machinery to make something new.

~ Susie fits right in with the other Ravenclaws. She thinks just far enough out of the box to be more clever than she’d thought, and she’s got a way with words that can cut someone down to the quick if she has reason enough to. When the situation calls for it, in fact, she has the tendency to be downright harsh. Susie also enjoys the myriad of voice-altering spells, and she uses them as a basis to learn real, nonmagical ways of making her vocal cords do amazing things.

~ Norman keeps his old habits of purposefully blending in with the crowd to better go unnoticed. He likes seeing everything around him without being seen, and he becomes very good at all manner of concealing charms and other spells that mask his presence. You need some gossip? You go to Norman Polk, and you hope that he’s in the right mood for sharing. In a way, he likes collecting secrets, not necessarily for blackmail purposes, but because they’re full of meaning and all so different. He’s also very good at reading body language, and that makes him a nice friend to be around when your mood’s a bit wonky, because he’ll know whether you need comfort or space.

~ Henry seems to defy most of Slytherin’s main traits even as he practices them right under everyone’s noses. He does the opposite from Joey’s over-the-top methods, instead being the most under-the-radar type of manipulative. He’s especially good at predicting right-place-right-time scenarios, and that results in him ‘selling’ such information to some pranksters. It’s a hallmark of his cunning that he never gets caught. If someone says that something’s impossible to Henry, he often takes it as a dare, and just like the Hat said, he doesn’t like taking no for an answer. Though this doesn’t mean rules in general— in fact, he’s a model student, a real goody-two shoes who never seems to get in trouble. And that makes it all the easier for him to just slide right on by, unnoticed and underestimated. 

~ Henry and Norman aren’t so different in that respect, but the thing that really separated them was Henry’s “Challenge Accepted” attitude, inspired by his tendency to look impossibilities in the face and say, “Watch me,” like in The Art of Being Alive. For him, magic just sort of opens up a whole new world of loopholes. 

~ To outsiders, Joey’s the Instigator of their antics, Susie’s their cheery Motivator, Norman’s something of a meticulous Planner with everything he sees, and Henry just seems like he’s along for the ride. What they don’t see is that, in private, Joey might be the one to suggest something but Henry’s the one to push the rest of them to go through with it. He’s an Enabler, like in Dreams Come True. And he’s also their Plan G, as in Get Us Out Of This Mess. He’s very good at it.

~ They eventually meet Sammy, who’s in the year above them. Their dynamic is… interesting, to say the least. It’s the sort of friendship that everyone looks at with total confusion, because it doesn’t make sense on any logical level. During their second year, they meet Wally and Allison, new first years who also become part of their group.

~ I might end up doing more, especially if it seems people are interested, but I wanted to end with this one. As this is BatIM, you might be wondering where the toons come in, if at all. Well, great things often start small, and this is especially so in their case: they started as something like imaginary friends, characters that were born in the mind of a child only to become far more real than what should’ve been possible. Only, these were imaginary friends put to paper by a child with magic in his fingertips and love in his heart. You see, Henry wasn’t exactly telling the truth when he said he’d been absolutely clueless about magic prior to receiving his Hogwarts letter. Though he didn’t know exactly why or how it happened, for as long as he could remember, he could make his drawings come to life on the page. It’s one of the reasons he’s quiet around those he’s not close to— he never had much practice making friends, since he’d always had Bendy, Boris, and Alice to talk to. Coming to Hogwarts certainly doesn’t put a stop to it, though he doesn’t share his secret with anyone else. Not at first, that is. But sooner or later, perhaps a few years down the line, he might see the potential in Joey’s theories about combining magic and machinery to do amazing and wonderful things. Maybe even something like bring his living drawings off the page to join him in the real world.

Should I do more? Let me know if there’s a particular thing that you’d like to see me address.  :)

[rosebloodcat]

Where is he?

Warning! There is violence and swearing in this one! Nothing too bad, but I thought you’d like the heads-up.

Henry wasn’t looking forward to this. Something wasn’t right, and he needed to talk to Joey to find out what is was. No, not talk. Interrogate.

When he had come in after Halloween, Joey had met him at the door looking exhausted but positively giddy, and presented him with an actual, living, breathing version of Bendy. There where a few minor differences from the model sheets Henry had drawn for the studio (this Bendy had a tail, a scar of some kind by his widow’s peak, and green tinted eyes) but it was undeniably the same Devil Darling he had created in the early days of the studio.

At first Henry had been amazed and delighted, but almost as soon as Bendy had shyly greeted him, he remembered the teenager they had hired to be Bendy’s voice for the cartoon.

He had promptly asked Joey what this would mean for Harry’s job, since the man had essentially rendered it moot. A strange look had come over his friend’s face, but he’d assured Henry that there was nothing to worry about.

Harry hadn’t come in to work that day, and he had gone to Joey’s office to ask if he knew why. Joey had said that he had given Harry some time off because of all the hard work he had put into the past couple episodes. At the time, it hadn’t seemed to outrageous. And now Bendy was there to voice his own lines, so the schedule wouldn't be held up by it.

But then Harry hadn’t come in for the rest of the week either. He hadn’t heard from the teen at any point during that time, and he had started to get really worried about him.

And just that morning Harry’s landlady, a kindly woman by the name of Ivy Monroe, had called the studio and Henry had been the one to answer. Apparently Harry hadn’t come back to his apartment at any point in the week, she called a few other people she knew the teen hung around and none of them had seen him. As far as she could tell he was missing and she was getting frantic about it.

Henry had told her he would ask around and find out if anyone at the studio knew where the teen was, but he had a suspicion that had been bugging him for a while now.

Bendy had a lot of odd habits. The odd slang he used, food and drink preferences that had never appeared in the show, verbal and physical ticks that Henry knew he had never come up with for the toon. All of them were habits he had only ever seen in the toon’s missing Voice Actor. It raised more warning flags than he didn’t like, and it definitely wasn't good for Henry's peace of mind.

Harry had stayed late to talk with Joey about something on Halloween, then the next day an actual living Bendy is introduced to everyone at the studio and Harry just up and vanishes without a trace?

No, that couldn’t be a coincidence.

He had searched around the studio and asked his coworkers if they had heard anything from the missing teen, hoping to find something to disprove his suspicion. But there was nothing, no one had seen or heard from him.

Then Henry searched the Voice actors area of the music department, and found Harry’s belongings haphazardly jammed in a rarely used supply closet in that section of the studio. Heart sinking, he had searched the items, but still found nothing hinting at what had happened. A polished stick had fallen from Harry's jacket (from a sleeve or pocket, he couldn’t tell), and Henry had picked it up.

It had looked like a “classic” wizard’s wand, and considering Harry’s own (rarely seen) interest in magic, he had assumed it had been for a costume that Harry had planned to wear that Halloween. He had tucked it into his pocket, hoping it wouldn’t have to act as evidence for his theory about what had happened to its owner.

He had gone to the ink machine room to try and think about things.

It wasn’t the quietest room in the studio by any stretch of the imagination, but it was the least likely to have people wandering through while he tried to put his thoughts in order and figure out what could have happened to Harry. He had kicked something by accident on his way there, and when he saw what it was, it only acted as more evidence of his growing theory. And Henry didn't like the theory in question.

He rapped his knuckles against Joey’s office door, then opened it without preamble. He needed to know what was going on, and he couldn't let Joey have the chance to try and weasel his way out of it.

“Joey, we need to talk. Right now.” Joey looked up from the papers on his desk, confusion on his face. Henry’s jaw set. “How did you bring Bendy here?”

Joey blinked at him in confusion.

“I already told you Henry, I brought him to life with magic.”

“Yes, but how did you do it?” Joey leaned back in his chair, a confused look in his eyes, but a smile on his face.

“Well, I did a ritual. In the Ink Machine room, since Bendy needed to be made from Ink being a toon and all. I had to use some... hard to get ingredients, but the ones that I used ensured that Bendy would be able to live well and even be able to do actual magic.”

Henry kept his face blank throughout Joey's speech, which served the purpose he wanted, since Joey began shifting uncomfortably in his chair under his gaze.

“Those “hard to get” ingredients wouldn't happen to have something to do with Harry hasn't been seen anywhere for the past week, would they?” Henry very carefully pulled the object he'd found out of his pocket, and set it on the desk. Joey's posture stiffened, his eyes widening and face paling at the sight of it. “Or why I just so happened to have found Harry's glasses in the hall outside the Ink Machine room? The glasses we both know he can't see worth a damn without?”

Henry leaned on the desk, his eyes narrowing at Joey, who shrank away from him. The blonde swallowed nervously.

“I really don't want to think you did something to him, Joey. I really don't. But right now, I'm finding it really hard to come up with reasons to not suspect you. I want answers Joey. And I want them now.”

Joey twitched, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt anxiously. Henry could tell he was struggling to come up with something to pacify him, without putting the man's own neck on the line. Henry had always been a force to be reckoned with when he was angry, it was good to know that Joey hadn't forgotten it.

“W-well. I- um...It's..Alright,” Joey sighed, nervously running a hand through his hair. “I- uh, maybe I did do something. Harry's- You've seen he has issues, right? With being touched and being around people. He's a good kid, so I de- uh, I thought it would be a good idea to, you know... To give Harry a bit of a second childhood, you see-”

“Stop beating around the bush and cut to the chase already, Joey.” Henry ground out. He hated when Joey would try to dodge around a subject. Especially with the fact that they were talking about a person right then. It gave his sizable imagination far too much time to make its own conclusions. And they weren't good ones.

Joey flinched, seeming to fully realize the impending danger looming over him right then. He tugged at the collar of his shirt.

“W-well, I needed to use Harry to, um, to make Bendy-”

“Define 'use' for me, Joey.” Henry's tone dipped dangerously, until it was just barely above snarling. That was… Living people weren’t...

“I, um, used the ritual I mentioned to, uh, t-turn Harry into Bendy?”

“You… You did what?!” Henry was torn between disbelief and fury. How was that even possible? Why would Joey try to do something like that? There was no way Harry would have just sat back and allowed him to do that, Joey would have had too…

Joey flinched at Henry’s darkening expression and hurriedly continued speaking.

“W-well, Harry was actually magical, and I would need magic to bring Bendy and the other toons to life without resorting to more drastic magics. The first ritual had to be done with a magical person in order to ensure the toons would come out stable, and without having to sacrifice more people to bring them to life! And-and this way Harry can have a second chance to-”

There was red seeping into his vision, and before Henry could stop himself, he had cut Joey off by slugging him. Joey reeled back at the punch to the jaw, caught by surprise. He tumbled from his seat, clutching at the new injury. He stumbled to his feet, backing a couple steps from the enraged animator.

“N-now Henry, there’s no need to get so aggressive.” Holding out his hands, Joey futility attempted to placate the man. Henry snarled and took another swing at Joey, who saw it coming this time, and barely managed to duck under the hook. He knew Henry’s strength. The first punch would ache for a good, long while (and would leave a hell of a bruise later), but if he managed to land another, serious punch on him... Then Joey would be leaving the studio with a broken jaw.

If he was lucky, that was.

“You FUCKER!” Henry took another wild swing at his boss that didn’t connect, before leaping at Joey with a furious yell. Joey hit the floor hard, the wind getting knocked out of him under Henry’s weight and he was easily pinned by the stronger man.

“Henry, stop, you’re being irrational!” Joey pleaded fearfully, writhing and squirming to escape Henry’s considerable grip. He had expected Henry to get mad at him for changing Harry, but not a full on rage of this intensity. He needed to think of a way to calm Henry down, and fast.

“Irrational!? I’m being irrational?! You-” Henry spat, too angry to formulate the rest of his words, instead taking the opportunity to swing another right hook into Joey’s vulnerable cheek. The blonde let out a pained yelp, his struggles growing more frantic. Another fist sailed, slamming into the nose and making it bleed fiercely. Through the chaos, neither man noticed Bendy entering the room, possibly looking for one of them. Seeing the two fighting, and the blood on Joey’s face, the little ink devil had panicked, scampering out once and returning while dragging a confused Wally in by the cuff of his sleeve.

The janitor’s confusion quickly morphed into shock and alarm at the scene.

“Henry?! What the hell man?!” He lunged forward, hooking his arms under the animator’s to keep him from throwing any more punches at their prone boss. An equally distressed Bendy grabbed onto Henry’s shirt and started pulling him back. It took their combined effort to pry the seething man off of the bruised and bleeding Joey.

“Henry, what the hell has gotten into you?!” Wally grunted out, still restraining the man.

“THAT FUCKING BASTARD KILLED HARRY!” he screeched, writhing and straining to escape their grip. Wally just gripped Henry’s arms tighter, gritting his teeth a bit at the accusation.

~~B~E~N~D~Y~~H~A~R~R~Y~~

Bendy looked between the enraged Henry and the injured Joey, while still helping Wally restrain the smaller man. He had eavesdropped on part of their conversation, before they had started fighting, and now he was feeling a  bit lost about the whole ordeal.

People had mentioned “Harry” to him before. That he had been Bendy's voice in the show, before Joey had brought him to life. He’d heard them wondering what it would mean for the actor’s job, but no one had seen or heard from him since Halloween. (Why did their mentioning him make him feel strange? Like he had forgotten something important) But, why would Henry think Joey had killed him?

Yeah, he’d heard Joey mention something about sacrifices earlier, but he also started to say something about Harry having a “second chance” of some kind. Second chances were good things, right?

(His head was starting to hurt. Why was it starting to hurt?)

“Izzat… Izzat true Joey?” Wally looked and sounded distressed, his eyes peering at Joey over Henry’s shoulder. He must have said that out loud. But why were they all so upset? Was there something he was missing about all of this? (My head hurts…)

Something caught on the edge of Bendy’s glove when he adjusted his grip on Henry’s clothes. An ever curious little demon, Bendy couldn't help peering at the thing that had caught his glove. There was something slim and wooden poking out of Henry's pocket. And he had the sudden, irresistible urge to pull it out and examine it. He carefully grasped it and tugged it free of the pocket, finally pulling Henry’s attention from strangling Joey.

“Bendy? What are you...”

The little devil ignored him, far more curious about the stick that he had pulled out. He could hear the humans around him talking (Joey was asking about the stick, Henry said he’d found someone's stuff, Wally was asking his own questions), but their voices faded into the background. He turned it over in his hands, examining every curve and nick and stain in the wood.

It felt strangely... familiar. Like he had seen and held it before but he couldn't remember where. He could swear it was warm to the touch. Possibly from being in Henry’s pocket? Was the tip of the stick glowing? His headache was getting worse. Why was it getting worse? (Not a stick…)

(“Arigh’, now we just need t’ get yeh yer wand, best get t’ Ollivanders…”)

This was… This wasn’t a stick. It was a wand.

(“Unusual combination – Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple.”)

It- It was his wand.

Bendy’s head throbbed painfully, a hand moving away from the wand to clutch at his head, suddenly feeling dizzy. A sharp spike of pain shot through his temples, the world spinning, and a pained keen tearing from his throat. His legs gave out under him, curling in on himself in a vain attempt to escape the pain he felt.

“Bendy!!”

He groaned, his eyes squeezed shut to escape the spinning room. A painful ringing blocking out the other voices in the room. And slowly, the world faded from his senses.

-

-

When he woke again, he was wrapped in soft blankets and laid out on one of the camp beds in the infirmary. With the lights turned low and only the distant rumbling of the Machine in the upper floors filling the silence. He still had the wand, no, his wand clutched tightly in his hand.

He sat up slowly, listening for any signs of someone besides himself. He heard the sound of soft breathing coming from the other side of the room. He glanced over, spotting Henry slumped over on the couch there, snoring slightly where he sat. A small smile tugged at his lips and the sight of the dozing man, then his gaze dropped back to his toony, gloved hands, and the wand he still held.

He remembered who he was now. He wasn’t Bendy, he hadn’t been born as the little toon. He was Harry James Potter. A wizard that had been displaced in time.

And now he was a living cartoon demon, thanks to Joey Drew. He couldn’t remember what had actually been done to him, but it seemed obvious who was responsible for it (the tea, Joey must have drugged his tea. No wonder it had tasted odd).

He wanted to be angry at Joey for what he’d done to him, but…

When he’d woken without his human memories, thinking he was just Bendy, Joey had been so kind to him and so careful while “introducing” him to the world. And he’d done so much to get him comfortable in the Studio and to make sure he was safe and healthy. And even before then, Joey had always been such a kind, well-meaning person, he…

Harry was angry with him but he felt like, given enough time, he could come forgive the man for what he’d done.

“At least I still have my wand, I guess…” Harry mumbled to himself.

Harry idly turned his wand over in his hands, running his fingers over the ridges in the wood, and felt a lump build in his non-existent throat. Now that he wasn’t human anymore, would he still be able to use it? Could he use any magic? The thought sent a fearful chill down his spine. His wand was one of the few things of his real life and name that he still had, if he couldn’t use it…

Hands shaking slightly, he raised his wand and whispered the first spell to come to mind.

“Lumous.” He nearly sagged in relief at the pale blue light that appeared at the tip of the wand, unaware of a soft intake of breath from the couch. But Harry couldn’t help wondering, now what? He couldn’t exactly walk into the nearest magical hospital and ask for a potion to turn him back into a human. Was there even a way to change him back?

And what about Mrs. Monroe? She was a part time Unspeakable, so by now the DoM would know about him disappearing. It was only a matter of time until that had Aurors look into the situation, and that would lead them to the Studio. What would they do when they found him? What would happen? And what would they do if they found out about what Joey had done? What he could do? They couldn’t just obliviate the staff and expect it to end there.

There wasn’t  a quick fix for this, it was just too complicated. (He didn’t want to leave. He liked being where he was. He liked his coworkers, his friends, he didn’t want to be taken from them. He didn’t want them to forget him...)

He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder. Looking up, green eyes met with Henry’s hazel eyes, illuminated by the pale light from tip of his wand. There was a strange look on Henry’s face, like he was searching for something in his face. He seemed to find it, as he carefully sat down on the bed next to Harry’s (much) smaller form.

“Harry, is… Is that you buddy?” He asked, his voice soft with a hopeful tint to his tone. Harry’s throat felt tight, part of his saying he should lie, or do something to prevent Henry from knowing about. But he couldn’t, Henry didn’t deserve lies, or to have part of himself taken just to keep a law he never believed in safe. Harry felt himself give a slight nod, his eyes watering slightly.

Henry startled him against by wrapping him in a hug, giving the human-turned toon a slight squeeze.

“I’m so sorry Joey did this to you, Harry. He shouldn’t have, he shouldn’t have even considered doing it. I’ll do everything I can to find a way to fix this, I promise.” He buried his face into Henry’s shoulder. He didn’t think Henry could keep that promise (this was too complex, too advanced, for him to fix. For either of them to fix), but he still found some comfort from the actions and words.

He needed to think of what to do, he had to.

[mook-pooltable]

Giant post dump for a Crossover AU that Mango and I played with a while back. It’s a long-arse thing, but I couldn’t get the undercut to work right.

This is the Uncle Sam AU.

I want to write stuff for it, but I’ve been just having a blank.

[terminaxshowtime]

Termina's Fanfic Ideas!

Because I thought it would be cool to write them down somewhere.

For ones that I may write in the future, I will try to avoid spoilers, but I don't care too much about scrapped ideas so you can use them if you find them interesting enough. Most of them are crossovers, though, so yeah.

Don't have that many at the moment but I'll add more here as time goes on!

Scrapped Fic Ideas

1. "A Smoke to Cleanse Our Souls" (I think that's what it was called. I can't find the document :/)

Fandoms: Friday Night Funkin' x Madness Combat

Summary: Here!

2. "Let the Undead Beware, Too!"

Fandoms: Undertale x Genshin Impact (Never written for Genshin before...)

Summary: Two skeletons get lost on the wrong side of Wuwang Hill. A particular starry-eyed funeral director has her eyes on them.

"Come on, I'll help you pass over! What? The afterlife? No, no, pass over the hill, silly! I'm not going to kill you! Hehe, can skeletons even die anyways? Maybe we should find out!"

"let's not."

"Awww, you're such a party pooper!"

(What the summary says. Basically an AU where the UT and Genshin universes are the same, monsters are free from the underground and Papyrus and Sans accidentally end up on Wuwang Hill in the middle of the night. At first, Hu Tao, being Hu Tao, did what she used to try to do to Qiqi- bury them, cuz they're already dead. Of course, she quickly warms up to them and realizes that they're not... dead. So this is just crack and fluff.)

Unused Fic Ideas (May write in future)

1. "Mind Games"

Fandom: Gravity Falls (However, this is also heavily inspired by "Friday Night Funkin': Mind Games" but I wouldn't call it a crossover. More of an AU. Although the Dearests are here.)

Summary: With Stanley being pronounced dead years ago and nobody else to trust, Stanford struggles to find a place to hide his final journal, and worst of all, Bill still has free access to his mind whenever he sleeps, making him hit a complete roadblock. Until, one day, he hears rumours of a real, actual psychic who could help him with his dream demon problem, who is apparently taking temporary residence for a job- somewhere in Oregon.

Meanwhile, Stanley is doing great, or as great as he could. Despite the fact that he's made millions from his service to the Dearests, he's still too afraid to show his face to his family, especially since he had to erase his identity in order to be able to keep his job. His employers assigned him yet another dream demon problem- those had been popping up more and more recently- but who was he to complain? He was doing just great, after all. Even if it was a little lonely.

(Or: Psychic!Stan AU based off of FNF Mind Games. There's A LOT of details and lore here, and psychics work MUCH DIFFERENTLY THAN TRADITIONALLY, but I'll have to make a separate post for this. I can't describe too much of what happens in this fic without there being spoilers. Just watch this.)

Fics which I am writing but have not published yet

1. "Burning in Hell"

Fandom: Friday Night Funkin' x Undertale (Cuphead and BATIM are mentioned as this is based off of this fantastic mod!)

Summary/Excerpt:

Boyfriend hissed, barely dodging the attack as the edge of the Gaster Blaster's laser beam singed his shoulder, taking off a good chunk of his HP and causing the red heart representing his chest to flicker as he took damage.

While he wasn't weak enough to collapse from the pain, per se, it didn't mean that he didn't falter, and he paused for a moment, just to catch his breath if not for another reason.

"Just keep attacking," A voice in his head Boyfriend could distinctly recognize as not his own murmured, the tone comforting at first, yet something about how they spoke put him on edge. "Just let me take control, let them get the ending they want, and you can go home to your girlfriend. You want that, don't you?"

H...Home?

G-Girlfriend...?

He had forgotten what his true goal was, having been blinded by curiosity. He wasn't supposed to be making friends. He was supposed to be trying to survive, to get back to his own universe where he was supposed to be...

How had he forgotten that?

If whoever this was could truly offer him this, then...

Remembering what he had lost, and equally tempted by the offer, Boyfriend obliged.

(Or: The Genocide Route of Friday Night Funkin': Indie Cross, from the point of view of a confused Post-Pacifist run Boyfriend. One-shot. Title of the fic and the fic itself based off this banger of a song.)

2. "Bonedoggle"

Fandom: Undertale x Friday Night Funkin' (Once again, based off of this mod!)

Summary/Excerpt:

"HUMAN! SO YOU REFUSE TO FIGHT... BUT INSTEAD... YOU WANT TO SING SOME TUNES????"

Boyfriend happily beeped in confirmation, causing Papyrus' eye sockets to widen, but he continued grinning nonetheless.

"NYEHEHEHEHEH! WELL, THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEVER BACKS DOWN FROM A CHALLENGE! I SHALL ENGAGE IN YOUR ART OF... EHH... WHAT WAS IT? RAP BATTLING? RATTLING? AND THEN I SHALL CAPTURE YOU, AND BECOME PART OF THE ROYAL GUARD!" Papyrus was practically glowing as his scarf blew in the wind which came from... somewhere, enthusiasm and determination clear in his voice.

Boyfriend flashed a side glance to Sans for permission, who shrugged and gave him a look which said, 'just go with it.'

Facing back to the taller brother, he beeped once more in agreement, making the other laugh once more.

"SPLENDID!! NOW... PREPARE YOURSELF... TO BE MINDBLOWN!!"

(Or: After the pacifist run of Indie Cross, Boyfriend somehow returns to the Underground in a different timeline, yet Sans still remembers him from their time together. After being stuck in Snowdin after a particularly bad snowstorm, he's been tasked by his newfound friend to entertain his brother. Prequel to the aforementioned fic, Burning in Hell.)

[rosies-batim-blog]

Just curious, how many Batim AUs that currently run in this art blog right now after the updated?

About, oh, five at the moment.

There are the two vampires Henry AUs, the two HP Crossover AUs, and then the Android Henry AU. Although, I suppose any art for the Original game would count as a sixth one.

But more will probably show up at some point, but this is what we have so far.

[artsyfangirl]

Info About Me

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I’m 20, and my blog is currently safe for minors, but I don’t remember everything I write, so if you come across something I’ve written that you believe crosses that line, please tell me what it is and I will review it, and change things accordingly.

My blog will always be friendly for minors, but I may have things not safe for them, which I will tag accordingly and put the tag here so they know what tag to block.

I’m an age regressor, and part of the CGLRE community, which is a SFW space. Age regression is NOT ageplay, age regression is a coping mechanism formed to deal with stress and trauma, and from what I’ve heard, is more commonly found in people who didn’t have much of a childhood. However, kink can also be used to cope, not saying it can’t.

An age regressor does not need to be undergoing a traumatic experience/reliving their trauma or be stressed in order to regress, they can regress from being overwhelmed or simply because they feel like it.

Age regression is a coping mechanism in which the affected individual mentally regresses to a child, and may enjoy child-oriented activities and foods/drinks.

I have many diagnoses, including ADHD, depression, anxiety, DI, osteoporosis, scoliosis (Edit: the scoliosis is gone :D), POTS (a subset of dysautonomia (POTS is a nervous system disorder, I believe?)), and others. So don’t be surprised when/if I reblog or post things about these, as it’s important to spread awareness and I enjoy educating others, especially when it’s about things like this (my family and I had never even heard of POTS before I was diagnosed).

I am part of many fandoms, including HP, LOTR/Hobbit, Chronicles Of Narnia, Sally Face, Creepypasta, Slenderverse, DSMP, Undertale/Deltarune (and the AUs), Fran Bow, HTF, BATIM, Sanders Sides, FNaF, as well as the Markiplier and Jacksepticeye communities. And of course, TWF, Harmony and Horror, etc.

Please don’t come around bringing negativity about any of these onto my blog. Many of these are genuinely a huge part of my life and my coping mechanisms, so please, just don’t.

My general opinion when it comes to things like HP’s creator, is that we’ve lost too many fandoms to bigots, so why not fight back and make their own work repulsive to them? HP is a prime example. Trans fanfics, art, etc is a great way to enjoy the fandom and actively spit in the face of it’s creator at the same time.

Update to the above! In discovery of blogthegreatrouge’s actions, I do NOT support her or what she has done. I still greatly enjoy NAJ, VV, and PJ’s Daycare, and I will still write for them if requested, but I will be attempting to develop them (basically just stick to what’s already there that isn’t problematic from what I can see and strengthen it + add on to it) and stop associating them with her.

I have to add, that other one, Jammy Wolf or something like that? Never really cared to learn the name, it never stuck right with me. It was boring, confusing, had no plot, and I just didn’t understand why it was made. Looking back, I recognize a lot of the red flags in it. But at that time, I didn’t think to even consider that things like that might be present. It was an UnderTale AU comic, after all.

To be clear, I have also never seen that one comic for NAJ and never intend to. I’ve always seen the relationship those two have in that AU as something tentative. If that makes sense. (Another confusing thing about NAJ, Goth? The only one I remember is Librarian Goth, but I remember hearing somewhere that there was another one? What?)

Addition! In terms of Linkverse AUs, I only deal with LU and LU AUs. Sorry, but it’s a personal preference, and I can’t keep up with all of those Links.

I’m somewhat aware of the stuff going on in the self ship community, but I don’t want any of that brought onto my blog! Don’t harass anyone using my reblogs! Don’t harass anyone in general, but I especially don’t need to see that. Proship in general, DNI, but I’m very anti-harassment. Don’t harass anyone, regardless of whether you find their ships disgusting.

I don’t mind age gaps in selfships, as Mike and I have a large gap ourselves. So long as it’s legal and not grooming, I couldn’t care less.

Anyway, I’m Arthur, I’m 20, and I go by She/Her pronouns, but am also experimenting with They/Them. I currently identify as a bi cisgender female, which may change down the road. (Edit: Currently identify as questioning, but I know I’m a girl!)

If you don’t like my stance on things, feel free to block me. I feel the need to be honest about these things. I love you all and hope you have an amazing day!

My kins!

My F/O’s!

[bendywackyadventures]

Story Ideas

Submitting this way because the Ask feature won’t let you have multiple lines. :( -Someone is playing Pokemon, and having trouble with a Gym Leader/Legendary Pokemon. -The gang watches a superhero movie (of your choosing). -Henry tells the Toons part of the show’s backstory.

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(Sorry I took so long, writers block and other personal things took over my life! But here you go!)

AU’s Used Optic Ink AU and Ask-Joey Drew Studios

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Optic Ink AU- Gym Troubles

Optic Ink AU belongs to @metamatronic

"Ugh come on!" Susie groaned. Susie looked at the screen of her DS and groaned as she saw the HP bar of her Delcatty slowly go to 0.

Allison was passing by, and saw the former voice actress in distress. She could of kept walking, but she felt bad for her, and went up to her. "Hi Miss. Susie." Allison said, her bright smile lighting up the room.

Susie groaned in disgust. Out of everyone in the studio it had to be her. "What do you want, Allison?" She asked.

"I saw you playing a video game and I thought you need some help?"

Susie growled, she didn't need help from Allison, but she looked at her game and wanted to beat it badly, so she sighed in defeat and looked at Alison. "Fine, just this once!"

Allison squealed and sat next to Susie. She took the game from her hands and looked through Susie's team. "Ah ha I know what you need to do!" Allison went to a building in the game and talked to an NPC.

Susie just rolled her eyes and turned away from the actress who stole her role from her. But she hopes she can help, which she'll take. She just wants to beat the gym leader and-

"Okay! I defeated her!" Allison cheered getting Susie out of her thoughts.

"That was fast." Susie saw her character talking to the gym leader and smiled when she got her badge. Susie smiled and did what she would never do to Allison. She gave her a big hug! "Oh thank you! Thank you!" She cheered.

Allison smiled and hugged Susie back. "Your welcome." Allison got up to leave the room and get back to work, when she was stopped by Susie.

"So where did you get the Machop anyways?" Susie asked.

Allison smiled. "Oh I traded your shiny Drowzee to some NPC."  

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Samsie Twins- Movie Night

AU by @ask-joeydrewstudios

"Dad!" The twins yelled.

Sammy looked up from his work and saw his twin boys smiling at him. He sighed, and looked at his twin boys. "What is it?" He asked.

"It's." Stanley started.

"MOVIE NIGHT!" Stephen yelled.

Sammy sighed of course movie night. Every Friday night the the Lawrence family does a movie night where they see a movie then they do some fun family thing together like dinner or get ice cream. Though Sammy didn't feel like going tonight, and instead wanting to stay home and write music.

"Sorry boys but tonight it's you two and your mother." Sammy said as he went back to work.

"Aww." The Twins sighed. "But why?!" They both asked.

"Well." Sammy put his glasses down and looked at his boys. "Because I'm busy and this due on Sunday so I can't-" Sammy stopped when he saw his sons do their mother technique; The dreaded Campbell Puppy Eyes. "Oh no that's not gonna work on me." He tried looking away but the boys kept giving him the puppy eyes. "Please stop! That only works with your mother." Sammy gave up and stood up from his desk. "Okay I'll go just stop giving me the eyes!"

"Yay!" The Twins cheered.

The Lawrence family then walked to the movies, The Twins beaming happily as their mother paid for the tickets. "So what movie are we seeing tonight mom?" Stanley asked.

"Miracle on 34th street!" Susie beamed. The twins smiled and Stanley even squealed. The family went in bought their popcorn and enjoyed the movie.

Throughout the movie it was relaxing especially for Sammy. The twins laughed at the funny moments, and when the sad moments hit him and Susie put their arms around the twins for comfort. After the movie was over the family were at an ice cream shop enjoying some ice cream.

"Mom! Thanks for taking us to that movie!" Stephen cheered.

"Yeah you really surprised us this time!" Stanley added.

Susie smiled and gave a soft chuckle. "Anytime." She then looked at her husband who sat down enjoying his Rocky Road ice cream. "What about you Sammy? Did you like the movie?"

Sammy chuckled and looked at his wife. "I did. In fact since it is the holidays it's about time I surprised you with this." Sammy dig into his pocket and took out a snowflake necklace. Susie eyes filled with tears seeing the necklace. Sammy chuckled and put the necklace around his wife. He then looked at his twins and took out two more things from his pocket.

"And these are for you two." Sammy handed the boys the two small boxes and inside were some pins. A music note pin for Stephen and a star pin for Stanley.

"Wow thanks dad!" Stephen cheered hugging his father.

"Yeah dad! Thank you!" Stanley hugged his dad.

Sammy smiled and hugged his family back. "Anytime boys. Anytime."

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BATIM-Backstory

AU by @ask-joeydrewstudios

The toons were spending the night at Henry’s again, and were excited. They waiting on Henry to tell them a bedtime story about how their home, the studio was built.

“Okay you trio of toons! I’m here!” Henry introduced himself. The toons smiled widely and they got comfortable. Henry chuckled as he moved a chair close to Bendy’s bed and sat down. “You guys are ready for this story, aren’t you?”

“Yep!” Bendy cheered.

“We waited all night for this since you told us!” Alice added.

“And we finally get to hear how our lives started.” Boris said too. “I’m surprised you know that stuff Henry.”

Henry chuckled. “Well before you guys were born, Joey told me everything that happened leading up to Bendy’s creation.” Henry rubbed between Bendy’s horns making the toon giggle.

“So how did the studio come to be?” Alice asked.

“Well it started when Joey was working at a comic company with his two buddies; James and Mark.” Henry started.

Flashback

A young Joey Drew was sitting next to his two buddies as he drew a familiar ink demon on paper.

“How is your character going, Drew?” James asked.

Joey looked at his friend and smiled. “It’s doing well James. I think I got him all figured out.” He said as he added the finishing touches on Bendy. He smiled seeing the design of his original main toon.

Just then the doors open and it was the head of the boss of the paper industry, Mr. Mood. “Hello boys, I have a friend over in town for the next few days and he wants me to invite a few workers to see his newest project.” The comic artist were excited and wanted to know what this project was. “So Joey, James, Mark, Toby, and Scott all five of you are coming with me tomorrow. That is all.” He said as he closed the door to his office.

“Wow!” Mark cheered. “Us guys get to go somewhere special.”

Joey chuckled. “Yeah.”

The next day Joey and his pals we’re at a building. They went inside and met with their bosses friend. “Ah Mood. Welcome to my studio. It’s been quite a long time.”

Mr. Mood smiled and shook the hands of his old friend. “It’s has been quite indeed Mr. Robb.” He faced Joey and the other workers who stood proudly with a smile. “These here are my workers in the comic industry.”

Mr. Robb went over to the guys and smiled. “Well welcome boys to my animation studio!” Mr. Robb exclaimed. He took Joey and the rest of the boys around, and Joey’s eyes shined in amazement seeing the studio. What got him more amazed was seeing how cartoons like from the comics he made were moving and alive.

“I think I found my calling.” Joey whispered.

Days after the event many of Joey’s workers were saying goodbye to him. He told his boss about working for an animation and he understood. It was hard for the many friends he made at the comic industry but they knew this was Joey’s dream.

Flashback ends

“And that’s how your Papa Drew became an animator, built the studio, met me and made you guys.” Henry smiled. He saw the toons were already asleep, and slowly left the room so they can sleep.

“Henry.” Bendy whispered facing Henry. Henry stopped at his tracks and faced the tired demon. “I miss Joey.”

Henry frowned in sighed. He wondered if the toons we’re going to say that. It has been a few months and they still haven’t got over it, but he promised to take care of the toons and the studio and he will. “I miss him too Bendy. I miss him too.”

[star-going-supernova]

BatIM/HP - Henry’s Drawings

@lavadog asked some great questions: Ok, so if Henry can bring his drawings to life, how exactly does that work? Are they alive forever? Does Henry have to forever carry them around on the page and make sure they don't get torn or something? If they aren't alive forever, does that mean they cease to exist/die and the next time he does it it's a new one entirely separate from the old one? Or do they just sort of live in his imagination and come out every once and a while?

Keeping with the general concept in most (if not all) of my stories, there’s just something about the way Henry draws them— in a way, believing them to be alive regardless of them just being drawings— that translates into true life given the right circumstances. Most often, the “right circumstance” is simply the Ink Machine. But as a child with a great imagination and a core of magic, Bendy and Co start coming to life a little earlier than we’re used to. It’s a combination of his love of his characters, his belief in them being alive regardless of their state of existence, and his innate magic. 

As for when they’re alive, since their life comes from Henry and his magic, everything that makes up who they are is transferred with every new drawing. It doesn’t hurt them or anything; truthfully, it’s almost like falling asleep and waking up. Their personalities exist in Henry, he just lets them run around on paper sometimes. 

Not everything he draws comes to life. Back to the love and belief aspect, things that he doodles or doesn’t really put much thought into don’t come to life. He’s got to be invested in what he creates. Eventually, after practicing for a while, he can kinda control it a little, just enough that he can show other people his drawings without having to worry about them starting to move and talk on their own. One of his favorite things to do is draw a very small Bendy on the palm of his hand. Anything works as a canvas for his characters, and it tickles when he feels the little demon hopping around on his arm.

[star-going-supernova]

an attempt was made (i don’t proclaim to be an artist, but i will blame the terrible hotel pen for my problems this time because this was unnecessarily difficult to do since the pen worked only half the time)

bendy doesn’t have legs because i ran out of hand, oops

it’s not letting me tag you for some reason, but thanks @insanityallegra for the idea

[rosebloodcat]

HatID Chapter Five- Eschewal

It had taken longer than he would have liked, but Harry had finally gotten into the Music Director’s office to throw the pump switch that would drain the stairwell of ink. He had to compliment Mr. Lawrence on the complexity of his Musical Puzzle. It took Harry a number of tries to get it right. And he did not give in to the childish impulse of intentionally doing it wrong to find out how many cutouts would appear in the orchestra pit. Really. (He was so glad Hermione wasn't there with him.)

He stood silently in Mr. Lawrence's office, staring down at the papers strewn over what had once been the Music Director’s desk. He frowned, shuffling around the papers and carefully reading them over.

From what little he'd gathered about the man in question, Sammy Lawrence was a musician and had no interest in messing with the Ink Machine (unless it was to shut the blasted thing down). Yet there were blueprints for the Ink Machine on the desk in his office. A second Ink Machine. But why? Why would there be blueprints for the Machine in the Music Department, of all places?

Harry was pants at mechanics (electronics in general if he was going to be honest with himself. (Something in his head twitched)), he knew that. The same went for most British magicals. He'd only gotten as far as he had based on guesswork and gut feelings. But if there were blueprints for the machine, then maybe someone else could figure the blasted thing out. And maybe they could even figure out how to undo the damage that had been done with it.

Perhaps Hermione would know something about this sort of thing? Out of all of them, she had done the best at keeping up with her non-magical education outside of school. At the very least, he would need to hand them over to the Unspeakables to be studied.

Nodding to himself, Harry carefully rolled up the plans and neatly tucked them into is satchel (he was so glad he’d brought the magically expanded bag with him).

“Alright, time to see if the stairwell is finally clear. And then I can finally get out of this mad house.” Harry muttered, striding out of the office and back down the gloomy hallway. He ignored the uncomfortable twitching of his nerves, telling him that something was off right then. He really hoped there weren’t more ink monsters getting ready to attack him.

It was just the stress of creeping around this eerie place getting to him. At least he hoped it was, his grip tightening on the ax (He had returned his wand to it's holster long ago, finding it easier to get things done with one hand free). He needed to focus on getting out of there in one piece and alerting MACUSA about what was in the Studio. Everything else could come after that. Harry rounded the corner, his focus on the doorway to the stairwell and the exit that lay at the bottom of it.

CLANG!

The back of Harry's head erupted in pain, stars appearing before his eyes and black quickly seeping into his vision. Harry felt himself crumple to the floor, the ax falling from his fingers with a clatter.

“Rest your head, it's time for bed.” For just a moment, he glimpsed the strange figure he'd seen earlier standing over him, and his vision went dark.

Harry groaned, the world slowly slipping back into focus.

“There we go, nice and tight. We wouldn't want our sheep roaming away now, would we? No, we wouldn't.” Harry felt something cold and wet seeping into his clothes, and slowly pried open his eyes.

He was met with the sight of a stained Bendy mask, which made him freeze in shock. He eyes took in more of the figure before him who appeared to be a man made entirely out of ink, wearing stained brown pants that were being held up on his frame by a pair of suspenders. He bore an uncanny resemblance to the creatures he’d had to fight earlier, but somehow he seemed to be in worse condition, his body being far too thin and rippling in unnatural ways. His breath caught in his throat at the sudden wave of fear that gripped him.

'Sammy' was the frightened whisper in his head, recognizing the being’s voice from the recordings of the Music Director that he'd found earlier.

“I must admit I am... Honored... that you came all the way down here to visit me. It makes what I'm about to do seem... Cruel. But the believers must honor their savior. I must have him notice me.” Harry's eyes frantically flicked about the room, wrists twisting against the rope, mapping out the room in a desperate attempt to find a way out of this. He could see his ax resting against a support beam with a speaker mounted on it. The post he was tied to was mounted in the middle of a ritual seal that had been drawn on the floor in ink.

“The time of sacrifice is at hand! And then I will finally be freed from this... Prison. This inky... dark... abyss I call a body.” Harry wanted to speak, to say something, anything, to stop this madness, but he couldn't get a single word past the lump of fear in his throat (this wasn't right, he's been in worse situations than this, why was he terrified of this man?!). A hoarse, strangled sound finally escaped him. “Shh! Quiet! Listen! I can hear him. Crawling above. Crawling! The ritual must be completed! Soon he will hear me... He will set us free.”

The ink man moved away, dragging his feet as he made his way to a room positioned on side of the room.

What is he doing? A small part of Harry's mind wondered. You're not supposed to leave the area of a ritual when summoning something. Without any magical elements or items in the seal, the demon would be drawn to the summoner's voice. The speakers above him crackled to life, and his captor started speaking.

*“Sheep, sheep, sheep, it's time for sleep. Rest your head, it's time for bed.In the morning, you may wake. Or in the morning, you'll be dead. Hear me, Bendy! Arise from the darkness! Arise and claim my offering!”*

Harry's breathing picked up and he started fighting harder against the bindings. (He needed to get out. He needed to escape. He couldn't be caught by the demon!!) He ignored Sammy's mad ramblings as the metal gate in front of him clattered open.

*“...Show your face and take this tender sheep! No! My lord! I am your prophet, I am your-”* Sammy's voice cut off with a terrified, blood curdling scream.

“C'mon, c'mon, I needa' get outta' here...” He breathed, his magic roiling and flaring under his skin in response to his frantic, scattered emotions. Harry stumbled forward, nearly falling on his face, when the ropes abruptly vanished. He lunged for his ax as more ink monsters formed around him, closing in on him. He wrenched the blade up, letting it dig into the nearest monster.

Harry forced his way to the passageway that had opened, cutting down any monsters or wooden planks that barred his path. He swore when the ax abruptly snapped in his hands. He looked around, his fear fading slightly. He nearly sagged in relief when he spotted a door a head of him. A wonderful door marked “Exit”. A small part of his mind twitched at the large room full of ink between him and the door.

“Thank Merlin. Now I can finally get out of-” Harry cut himself off with a choked scream as 'Bendy' surged up from the pool. Harry stumbled back, a fresh wave of terror flooding his senses, and bolted down the branching hallway. Pelting down the winding halls in a blind panic, Harry followed a random path without thought, hoping it would lead him to safety.

‘There’s a way t’ escape, gotta get there!’ Harry was breathing hard, rounding a sharp corner, he spotted an open doorway at the end of the hall and put on another burst of speed.

Bolting through, he seized the door and slammed it shut, shoving a board over it to hold it shut. Something slammed into the closed door, making him stumble back, but then everything fell silent. Harry held his breath, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. The door sat there silently, no sounds coming from behind it. He carefully moved closer, pressing an ear to the door and listening.

Nothing.

Had it... Had it left him? Why? Surely a such a plain wooden door wouldn’t have been enough to actually stop that monster from chasing him further…

Harry took a half step back, he still couldn’t stay there. He needed to leave and find another way out of the Studio. This place was simply too dangerous for him to stay any longer. But he had a very big problem now. He had no idea where he was in the building, or how deep underground he was, or what else Drew had done to change the building from the plans he'd originally seen, so he definitely couldn’t apparate out of there now. And he had no plans of splinching himself anytime soon.

He needed to find somewhere safe. Somewhere that he could sit down and think, without being in danger.

'Gotta get to the safe house...' Harry paused at the strange thought.

A safe house? He didn't know about any safe house in the studio. Green eyes narrowed. He had been having a lot of strange thoughts and feelings since he'd woken in that odd ritual circle... Had it done something to him? The only ways he could check would be a diagnostic charm, or to use his limited occlumency skills to delve into his own mind.

He wasn't great at occlumency (and he never would be, not with the damage Snape and Voldemort did. It had been hard enough to learn to make basic shields from Andy), but the idea of someone or something getting into his head and messing with his mind in this madhouse of a studio...

Harry jolted at the sound of a can falling and rolling out from behind a corner. He spotted a shadow ducking behind the wall, a nervous whimper echoing through the room. Harry whipped out his wand, training it on the hidden person.

“I know you're there... Come out and show yourself. But I'm warning you, don't try anything, I'm armed!” There was another whimper, then the sound of shuffling footsteps.

A tall lupine-yet-humanoid figure dressed in dull brown overalls stepped out into Harry's view, worriedly rubbing his hands together, his ears twisted back in his distress. The wizard sucked in a startled breath between his teeth.

“B-Boris? You... You're alive!” He almost couldn’t believe his eyes. He had been sure the corpse he’d seen up on the first floor had been real, yet Boris was standing in front of him, alive and unharmed.

Just what was going on here?

[rosebloodcat]

Arrival

AN: I'm an HP nerd and BatIM is steadily joining it. Here's a new AU that I'm gonna be playing with. Wish me luck, I guess.

Harry fidgeted in his seat. He’d given up on a quick way home, but was still nervous about getting a job. All it had taken was one mis-cast spell in the Time Room of the Department of Mysteries and suddenly he’d been stranded in the 40’s in America, of all countries.

The MASUCA Auror’s had picked him up under an alert from their Unspeakables, interrogated him on how he got there, then took pity on his situation and helped him get settled in the current time.

He’d spent ages with the American DoM trying to figure out how to get him home, but there had been nothing they could do. The only thing he’d really learned was that Time Magic was one of the most complex, confusing, and least understood branches of Magic out there. The only thing he could really do was sit back and wait for them to do their own searching or for time to pass on its own.

Which led to his current situation.

Due to him technically not existing yet, he couldn’t use his real name or accounts or else his presence would interfere with the inheritance magics that would take place before his actual birth. Which meant he had to live under a different name, and not in the magical world. In other words, he would have to etch out a living in the Muggle world until he finally got home. And while that didn’t sound so bad, he was also stuck in an entirely different era and country than he was used to.

He was staying in a magical apartment with a woman who actually worked in the DoM, to give them all easy access to each other and to keep an eye on him (this was different from the order, at least the people from MACUSA told him that they were watching him).

But he needed a way to pay rent (he refused to leech off of someone else’s kindness, even if it was work related), so he had gotten the okay to go into the Muggle world to find a Job. It had involved a lot more paperwork than he’d expected, but he dreaded the idea of just sitting around and doing nothing.

He’d found himself surprisingly enthralled by the American cartooning industry, when he’d taken the time to immerse himself in the pop culture of the Era. It had landed him on the doorstep of an animation studio that was finally branching into voice cartoons. Previously the studio had stuck firm to the use of music and sound effects for their cartoon, but now they wanted to give their character’s voices.

He’d seen a few episodes of their top cartoon, “Bendy the Dancing Demon” (it had caught his eye thanks to the unusual protagonist), and Harry had decided to try his luck and apply for a job.

He’d spent days practicing the audition lines, struggling to make his accent less noticeable as he read them out loud, and now he was sitting in the waiting room of the music department with the other hopefuls looking for work in the studio. He sighed to himself, leaning back in his chair and rereading the script once more.

“Harrison Evans?” green eyes shot up fro his papers to the brown haired man peering in through the door.

“H-here!” He stumble to his feet, hurrying over. The man smiled at him and chuckled.

“No need to be so nervous. I’m sure you’ll do fine.” He led Harry down the halls to the recording booth. Harry had a feeling he was only saying that because of Harry being younger than all the other applicants, but didn’t comment on it. “I’m Henry, one of the animators.”

Harry gave him a nervous smile.

“Nice to meet you, mate.” The man blinked in surprise.

“Where are you from kid? I’m not familiar with your accent.” Harry tucked a chunk of hair behind his ear, suddenly feeling self conscious.

“B-Britain. I’m from Britain.” Henry gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Ah, so you’re new to the country then?” Harry nodded. “Must be hard being so far from home.”

Harry shrugged. Yes, there were things he missed about home, but he was more worried about what had (would?) happened after he’d ended up there. (Were the others okay? Would they be okay? Would he ever see them all again?)

“I’m… Alright, I guess. Just- Trying to focus on the now at the moment. Finding a job and all that.” Henry nodded at that. The older man clapped his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about how you’ll do in the interview. Joey’s a good guy, just give it your best shot and you’ll be fine.” Harry gave a shaky smile.

“Thanks mate. I’ll try.”

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A few days later, Harry collapsed into the bed in his apartment. He couldn’t believe it. Not only had he gotten a job as a voice actor, he wasn’t voice background or bit characters.

Even with his slight accent, Mr. Drew had liked how he did enough that he wanted him to voice their star. He was Bendy, the main character! He was going to voice Bendy!

He was still displaced in time, but things were finally starting to look up for him.