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pinksparklelps · 2 years ago

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I really need to get this off my chest. Whether to just, inform, or give myself some kind of peace of mind. Because i think about this so frequently and sometimes it gets so overwhelming. Everything will be under the cut, so please, protect yourself if you do not like to read about discourse/drama.

First things first, im gonna do what i REALLY dont want to do, and thats ping who exactly im talking to. Even if they dont work at all. @velvet-sword @fluffnstuffq you two. You two are the main sources of my endless thoughts.

I want to start this off with how childish you were. Your “proof” is not proof. I am not, and never will be that stupid asshole terf Florence. I am just as much of a victim as all of you, and you have no right to say otherwise. I guess i could say its my fault for getting so close to popular people that are/are nearly adults when im STILL a kid. And when all of that shit went down i was, what, 14? And you expect me to act like the mature one.

Im so tired of thinking of this almost everyday because you caused me, AND MY GF so much pain and paranoia. Why, WHY on gods green earth would i EVER want to be florence? Tell me. Give me what you think are my thoughts. Because let me tell you, I HATE ATTENTION. Good, bad, neutral, ALL OF IT!! I do not like to be complimented because i feel like i dont deserve it, i dont like to be yelled at because i feel like a failure, i hate when people even LOOK at me because who KNOWS what on earth they could think about me? Even if its just polite eye contact, the thought of someone watching me makes me freeze.

I admit, i have used gacha back then, and I occasionally use it now because the minigames are fun. Character creators are good because i can make characters like that if im not feeling inspired. But SOOO many people use gacha life/club/whatever. Whos to say one of you didnt or did have it installed? I have no proof it was you, you have no proof it was me.

And the fact that you were harassing more people just solidifies the fact that i made a huge mistake in idolizing you back then. I was just a kid who like a silly game about music and shapes, and you basically ostracized me from the entire fandom. I havent played the game in like 2 years because of the terrible memories of you.

And Blitz!! Remember that one person you mentioned that you got us all against? I know them. Theyre actually a nice person. AND. You and gingy. You crossed the line, especially gingy. Stealing my characters after the fact, redesigning them EVER SO SLIGHTLY, and making a goddamn story with them? Even my spiritual oc’s that represent parts of me. You guys are supposed to be role models. You are popular, and older, and you do this to a fucking child? Ive been more mature than youve been in that situation. You all sent hate anons when i just walked away. I wanted to leave but you kept chasing me. Funny how i got no more hate after threatening to block them.

Speaking of which, “changing typing styles.” Only way i change my typing/writing is for fanfiction/stories and when i meet new people. I naturally incorporate others words and phrasing into my language. Hell, one of my new friends got “skill issue” from me haha. It seems to me like you couldve been projecting. Taking your actions and saying IVE done them so everyone looks at me instead of you. Funny, since you care so much about justice. Justice for everyone except the child who was also a victim of tracing and cyber bullying.

And i cant BELIEVE you would think i was abusing my gf. Shes smarter than that you know. If she were in a bad situation i know she would want to leave. If i knew i were hurting someone i would feel so guilty and push who i was hurting away. Well it seems my “loving and sweet gf” facade has worked for 2 years huh. Impressive of me isnt it? No. Me and my s/o are happy and we help each other grow every day. I do something wrong? They point it out, I apologize and do my best to fix it, and vice versa. Unlike you, i know that we are happy and in a really healthy relationship.

And since im talking about all this, rainb! Yes you! You were so incredibly uncomfortable to be around. Just seeing you type was enough for fight or flight to kick in. You were so harsh and not at all understanding and its a miracle you were allowed to be a mod. Sometimes i wonder how many people in that server got hurt and how much the server has fallen into disarray. I just hope people get out of toxic situations like i did.

And lastly, how dare you make fun of my fucking vents. You, you all are utterly amazing! I couldnt even begin to THINK of the possibility of someone doing that! You fucking assholes. I can be scared of my mom and still seek guidance from her. Shes my MOTHER! And i did NOT hide behind her, and it was only ONE TIME when you all were ganging up on me in a private chat. Its not my fault i froze and fucking broke down because you thought i could cause mass chaos in a community i loved. The second you start making fun of someones feelings that they trusted you with, you have become the monster.

No matter how much I despise each and every one of you, i do not wish for you to come to harm, even though you so obviously deserve it. I hate that i want you to be happy. But my mom told me it shows that im just a kind person. Sometimes i miss you, and i hate it because you were awful. I wholeheartedly believe in karma, but i also believe you can do better. I want, need, and deserve an apology, but i know you wont give it. And even if you do, im never ever going to forgive you for what you did to me. I once almost committed suic*de because i couldnt contact you and i didnt want to lose my friends. I couldve been sent to the mental institute back then because i cared so much about losing who i loved. But i see i put my life in the wrong hands.

I felt so hopeless in that server, but in my new group, i see so many talented people and know i trust them. I love them, and i dont feel sad knowing im not as good as them. They are talented, and even if i cant fully see it, i am too. I could never see myself as good enough with you all. But now im happier, and have good friends and family that i know care about me, even if i dont fully think i deserve it. Im happy with where i am. Im happy with how much ive grown.

And even though it hurt so much, im happy i met you guys because it was a learning experience that i never asked for.

I dont care what you have to say to or about me anymore.

Im happy.

#drama #discourse #suicide mention #jsab drama #icy dont look #toxic friends #toxicity

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inkabelledesigns · 4 years ago

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BATIM in Sims 4: Playing with the Drews

So if you guys play the Sims 4 and you haven’t checked out @startistdoodles ‘s gallery yet (SurfingEevee), you should. She’s made a lot of amazing stuff, some of which I definitely need to incorporate across my worlds because they’re just that good. But today, I’m gonna share my experience playing with one of her households: The Drew Household. It’s no surprise that we here in the Bendy community love our AUs and multiple interpretations of the canon, and I’m no exception, so getting to play with a household that’s Hyde, Gingie, and Snowy as roommates is not only awesome, but incredibly funny at times. So let’s dive in and have some shenanigans!

And of course the first thing we’re greeted by is this! X’’’D Okay, so Star warned me upfront that this household has some custom content, and seeing as I’ve never played with custom content before, I don’t have all of the same assets downloaded. That being said, nothing could’ve prepared me for the laughter I had when this popped up. I’ve been trying to find something close enough to replace the missing hair and clothing with, and I think I’ve made it work for the most part. Sorry Gingie, not even magic can stop you from balding eventually. X’’’’D

That being said though, when I went to go and give them back their hair and clothes, I opened up the clothes just to see what they were wearing. And Hyde lost his pants. ^^’’’ Hyde honey, no! XD I know we’re in a pandemic, and it’s easy to get away with this, but you have to wear pants. I believe Snowy was also missing some pants in the Sports category, but for whatever reason I can’t find any screenshots of it.

Another interesting thing: Star, you really outdid yourself on the details! It took me a while to figure out whose room was whose, but this little detail in Hyde’s, just -chef’s kiss- I really like that. Everything is so aesthetically pleasing. Though there is one hilarious thing I need to call out, and that’s the basement.

Hyde’s “ink machine” is a cupcake machine. And that is honestly the best thing ever. X’’’’D Thank you, that made my day.

I’ve only gotten to play with this household a handful of times, but let me tell you about my playthrough last night. A LOT went down. So first, I learned you can have sims cuddle? And I really love that option???? Like oh my god, MJ and Dad spending quality time together is the sweetest thing, and this just melted my heart! Though speaking of MJ, she and Hyde got stuck on so many objects. The poor girl almost missed school and would not listen to me telling her to go there until I rearranged like all the furniture from Snowy’s room. I can’t explain why this happened, but it was so frustrating yet oddly funny. X’’D Also, there’s a rat in the basement, and Hyde could not fall asleep as a result of it skittering around, so he got really emotional. I’ve never dealt with rats in the Sims before, but every time I tried to set a trap, it told me he couldn’t move. Hyde’s settings have him only moving around by turning into a bat, and I thought that was the problem. So I called Gingie and Snowy down to take care of it, but neither of them could do it either. I eventually realized that I had to move Hyde’s sculpture bench to get at the hole, and all three of them set a trap as soon as I did, so that at least worked out.

Next, we followed Snowy to work, just because I was curious and had never played through any of the law enforcement jobs before. He did a good job, but while I was there, this happened. No matter where your Sims live, you can run into other households you’ve made while out and about, and since this is my designated Bendy file, sometimes I see these guys. Goodness knows I’ve run into Henry a few times in places I didn’t expect him to be. So while that aspect isn’t surprising, I do have to ask: Bertrum, why the absolute heck are you at a police station in nothing but swim trunks?! Bertrum WHY?! X’’’D Sadly I could not get an interaction, since Snowy needed to rest on a bench for a hot minute, but maybe one day. For whatever reason, Bertrum does not keep his clothes on, which is very unlike how I imagine his canon self is.

A lot of other things happened once Snowy was home from work. The kids were home from school, Gin was out doing some gardening, and Hyde was exactly where I left him, listening to the radio and tapping his toes (he seems to do that a lot). Hyde spent a lot of time looking at fish and popping up out of nowhere. At one point he and Snowy were chatting, and he blew up in Hyde’s face, so Hyde got really sad and had an emotional breakdown in front of a guy I was trying to steal blood from. That was something. It actually glitched really bad, so I left the lot and came back, only to discover my victim had changed into sports-wear and THEN got bitten, so that happened. X’’D At some point MJ and Ivy were trying to go to sleep, but there was a monster under the bed, so they ran and woke up Gingie to come take care of it, but then he got inexplicably scared? I don’t know if it was from the monster, but I’d like to think it was. He just did not want to be in the hallway. XD But he consoled both of them, sprayed the monster, and everything was fine. Gingie was also the only one responsible enough to take care of Wanderer. The collision issues struck again, and the poor girl could not find her litterbox (it’s in the bathroom downstairs). So I had Gingie carry her to it, and then she was good for the rest of the night. MJ also had fun with the pretty kitty, they played a bit before everyone went back to sleep, which was nice.

Last but not least, my file has indicated that it’s Love Day in world. And I think this is where I need to go play on a different household until the day ends. ^^’’’ I feel so bad for Hyde, this is his only desire for this day and I can’t fulfill it. I’m sorry buddy!

But yeah, that’s been our evening here in the Sims 4! I’ll be back with some more household shenanigans another time. After all, this wasn’t the only household I played with last night. Once again, thank you Star for sharing this lovely family and house up on the Sims 4 Gallery! I’m not usually one to play with a household unless I’ve made it, but there’s something fascinating about playing with these fellas and all their quirky antics. The girls are so precious too, even if they do keep trying to sleep in the rain (I gotta figure out a new bed situation for them). I’m just kind of letting them do their own thing for the most part, I’m just playing babysitter to make sure their needs are fulfilled (though I am totally making some cursed cupcakes later XD). Hope you all enjoyed the shenanigans!

#joeyverse #batim #batim sims #batims sims 4 #bendy sims 4 #bendy sims #hyde drew #jekyll drew #gingie drew #snowy drew #joey drew #mary jane #ivy #wanderer #sims 4 #sims 4 shenanigans #sims shenanigans

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wanderingsindy · 4 years ago

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(It was Benny’s birthday the other day, and seeing as he’s SINdy’s best friend, I decided to write up a little one-shot for it.

Please note that this takes place AFTER SINdy and Sammy escape the studio and are trying to return to a normal life, so SINdy’s mother is here and he’s got his memories back of having been Sinclair Lawrence. If you have any questions, the ask box is always open.

Summery: Sinclair decides to surprise his best friend with his first attempt at baking, hopefully he likes it!

Warning: post-escape content, so very minor spoilers, but then again the timeline on this blog is all over the place

Benny the Stitched Demon belongs to @fullmetaldevil-blog while SINdy/Sinclair the Wandering Demon and Confessional the Sin Eater belong to me, trashboatprince, while Juliet Lawrence belongs to pretty much both of us

On with the fic!)

The loud banging of pots and pans were was stirred Sammy and Juliet from their sleep, which could only mean two things. One, someone broke into their own, or two, their son was up to something.

The latter was the most likely answer and Sammy groaned, getting out of bed to check.

He stumbled into the kitchen, waking up completely as he found the room a mess. It was like something from a cartoon, and considering the figure who was at the counter, that made a lot of sense. He found Sinclair, in his human form, stirring away at a mixing bowl, covered in flour and chocolate powder, having no idea that he was being watched.

“Sin, what the heck are you doing?” He asked, watching the boy nearly jump two feet in the air. Golden, pupil-less eyes looked over at him and the boy smiled, gesturing to his always-present sign, propped up against the coffee maker nearby.

*Today’s Benny’s birthday! I decided that this year I’m gonna make him a cake! I already let him mom know I was gonna do that, but he has no idea!* The sign’s demonic ink writing said while Sinclair looked rather proud of himself.

Juliet peeked over her husband’s shoulder, eyes wide at the mess, before noticing the sign’s writing. “Oh... oh, sweetie, maybe you should have asked before getting into stuff.”

Sinclair blinked, looking around at the mess. Flour was everywhere, he had dropped two eggs, and he had pulled out a lot of pots and pans while looking for the cake pan. *How come?* The sign read. *I didn’t wanna wake you guys up and I wanted to try this on my own! I’ve helped Mrs. Connor a few times, and even Grandpa Gingie’s let me help, but I wanted to try on my own for Benny!*

“And that’s fine, but you... should still ask, especially since you know you’re not supposed to mess with the stove.” Sammy sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Sinclair seemed to consider this, getting down from his step stool, looking sheepish as he approached with his sign. *Am I in trouble? I promise I’ll clean up the mess!*

“You’re not in trouble,” Juliet gave him a tired smile, “but you really should ask first. Come on, let’s finish this up and then we can clean up while it bakes. Are you following the instructions?”

This made the demonic boy blink. *Instructions?*

After making a second attempt at the cake, in which Sinclair learned that you actually needed to follow a recipe instead of trying to go off of memories of different recipes from different people, the chocolate cake was baking in the oven.

The boy ignored Confessional’s comments in his head about having warned him to look through the cookbooks on the counter before making any attempt at baking. He thought he had it handled, but apparently he had a lot of learning to do!

Like right now, as he watched his mother preparing a raspberry spread for the cake. She had told him that it was a tasty bonus to an already delicious treat, and having filled two cake pans, this would keep the two layers together.

A quick change from human to toon had Juliet finding her son looking like a Bendy knock-off, happily sitting on the now-clean countertop, watching her as she mixed the spread. It was still taking some getting use to, even after a few months, but she loved SINdy as much as she loved Sinclair, which was a lot, considering this was still her boy, it was just... a bit alarming at times.

“So, how are you going to give him the cake, isn’t he in another universe?” She asked as she set the bowl aside and moved to work on making the frosting, letting him help measure out the chocolate for it.

*I’m gonna personally deliver it to him!* SINdy’s sign read as he grinned proudly. *He’s got some stuff coming up on Halloween that’s also for his birthday, I think more stuff is happening then, but I want to give him this today!*

“Do you know what he has planned?”

*Nope! It’s a surprise! It always is, and I love it!* SINdy’s grin grew. Juliet was aware of Benny, having met him a few times since her lost husband and son returned to her life. He was... interesting, a living doll who also looked like Bendy, but not.

He was just as childish as Sinclair, and the two were clearly close. She didn’t really know his whole story, outside of SINdy once explaining that he had his own studio he was locked inside of and suffered years in there as well, but he escaped with his own Tom and Allison and was happily living with them.

Juliet was just happy her boy had a friend, back when he was a living human thirty years ago, he had wasn’t good with other kids. Being a selective mute didn’t help, and now with his lack of voice and relying on a demonic sign... well, it was still troublesome, but he clearly had made friends in other universes! That had to count for something.

The cakes finished and the singer had the demon help her set them aside to cool. “Now, once they’re cooled down enough, we can put on the spread and the frosting. Then you can go bring it to him, but for now, why don’t you got wash up and play.”

SINdy smiled and jumped from the counter, his form changing back to Sinclair, still covered in flour and chocolate powder as he happily ran off to get cleaned up for the day.

Juliet smiled, watching him leave the kitchen before she let out a sigh. It’s been a few months, but it was still going to take a lot of time to get use to the fact that her once-dead son was back and was now a demon of sorts.

An hour later found Sinclair in the kitchen, carefully using a frosting bag to decorate the cake as best as he could. Despite having spent a while running around with no arms and only floating hands, he still was a bit unsteady with his artistic skills.

Leaning back, he grinned brightly, rubbing a bit at some of the ink leaking from his eye at his little drawing. He had made an attempt at drawing Benny on the cake, which wasn’t easy with frosting, but the gesture was obvious. It had HAPPY BIRTHDAY written on it and some of the blank space was occupied by star patterns and the like.

“Looks good.” Sammy commented as he peeked over his son’s shoulder. “Now, don’t run with that, don’t want all yours and your mom’s hard work to go to waste.”

*I got it!* Sinclair nodded, getting off the stool he had been standing on and grabbed for the dish cover Sammy had gotten down from a shelf for him. He was gonna have to be very, very careful, it was glass!

He put the cover on the cake, smiling proudly as he took the dish off the counter, standing in the middle of the kitchen. He looked at Sammy and Juliet, seeing the nervous looks on their faces. With a roll of his eyes, he held out the dish and hands appeared from thin air, his mother jumping at the sudden apparition.

In Sinclair’s transformation into SINdy was still shocking, the appearance of the demon Samael, or Confessional as Sinclair called him, was something she would never get use to. She tensed up, watching as a figure appeared out of nowhere, a bit of smoke coming from the human-looking figure.

“I’ll hold onto it for him, better I do it than him, what with his rough landings.” Confessional smirked, dark eyes looking at the boy who stuck his tongue out at him.

Sinclair turned back to his parents, pouting a little, before giving a wave. *Be back soon!*

A dark puddle of ink formed under the two demons and they sunk into it, the puddle vanishing without a trace when they entered the inky blackness.

The landing was better than expected, SINdy tumbled out of the wall of Benny’s hut, landing on the pillows under it with a little grace still intact. Confessional stepped out without any problems.

*I’m getting better.* SINdy huffed, dusting himself off as he took the cake from his companion demon, who only chuckled as he vanished into a whisp of smoke.

Whatever you say, kid. Now, off you go, you have a cake to deliver.

SINdy smiled as he remembered why he was here and left the hut, making his way to the backdoor. He set the cake down and knocked on the door. It took only a few moments before the door was answered and he was looking up at Tom.

“Oh, hey, SINdy.” Tom greeted with a small smile. “Looking for Benny?”

SINdy nodded and Tom called for the plush demon over his shoulder. There was a muffled reply from somewhere else in the home and Tom turned back to the demon in front of him. “He’ll be with you in a second.”

It didn’t take long before SINdy spotted his best friend, rushing towards the backdoor. “SINdy!” Benny greeted, stepped past Tom to give him a hug. “Wasn’t expecting you today!”

SINdy happy returned the hug as best as he could before pulling back. *Of course I’d be by! It’s your birthday, and I’ve got you something!*

Benny blinked, before a big grin came to him. “You got me something? What is it?”

Holding up a finger, SINdy moved and lifted up the dish, his hands holding it above their heads do Benny couldn’t peek at it. Tom moved aside to let them in, getting what SINdy was trying to do, watching as the two toons moved towards the kitchen table. SINdy set the dish down on it and gestured to it.

Quickly, his form changed to Sinclair and he motioned for Benny to get closer. “Happy birthday, Benny.” He said in a very quiet, raspy voice. It was extremely rare for the boy to speak, considering the damage done to his throat, but he considered this a good time to use his voice, after all, it was a special day!

“Aw, thanks, Sin!” Benny grinned, going in for another hug before looking at the covered treat, gasping. “A cake! You got me a cake!”

*Correction:* Sinclair’s sign read, *I made you a cake! Well, Mom and I made it, but still! Chocolate and homemade raspberry spread!*

“No way!” Benny’s eyes widened, practically shining. “Tom, can we have some of this now?”

Tom, who had been standing nearby, chuckled. “I’ll ask Allison first, no getting into it until we know what she has to say.”

“Okay.” The plush demon nodded, still looking excited, and a wee bit peckish as the tasty treat before it. “Haha, did you draw me? Your artistic skills have improved, you captured my good side!”

He got a snort from the boy next to him. *It’s a talent!*

It didn’t take long for both Connors to return and Allison was holding a camera. She smiled, getting her son and his friend in close to take a picture of them with the cake. “Alright,” she said, looking at the photo, “you can have a slice, but don’t eat it all at once.”

The boys looked ecstatic as Tom moved to cut the cake for them, each one getting a good size piece. It didn’t take them long to dig right into it, both enjoying the delicious treat.

When they finished, the two went out to play for a bit before it was time for Sinclair to go home.

“I’ll be seeing you for Halloween, yeah?” Benny asked, rocking back and forth on his feet, still giddy from the surprise visit and cake.

*Of course!* Sinclair nodded. *Got my costume ready and everything! And if we time things right, we can trick or treat in my universe!*

“Let’s do that! Double the treats!”

*Yes! We can talk more later, but I gotta head home.* He opened the portal on the wall, looking back at his friend, his grin wide and true. *Happy birthday, Benny! Can’t wait to celebrate more of it with you!*

END

It’s a bit late, but I hit a little roadblock with writing it, haha.

I hope you guys liked it! :D

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #batim #SINdy the wandering demon #benny the stitched demon #sinclair lawrence #sammy lawrence #juliet lawrence #confessional the sin eater #samael the original sin eater #sindy sign #wandering is a terrible sin

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pipesflowforeverandever · 5 years ago

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The Ink Demonth, Day 15: Time Travel

I borrowed @aceofintuition‘s Joey Drew, “Snowy”, again for this alongside my own, “Gingie”. This drabble is based on an RP we did together some months ago. You can tell by the length how much I enjoyed writing it.

Summary: An old man with blue eyes steps into the page of someone much younger with dreams ahead he still can’t see.

Word Count: 2942

The aging man heard the ring of the café door as he stepped in, the gentle sting of coffee immediate underneath his nose and its faint taste on the edge of his lips. His eyes glanced around at a world seemingly tinged brown like a yellowing photo, the soft, warm hues evident everywhere on this sunny autumn evening. There was a record playing somewhere as the sweeping of a broom scuffed next to the counter that caught the silver fox’s attention, but his light wrinkles crinkled a bit more as interest in the cleaning was brief; he was here for something else.

Someone else, he found as a shade of reddish-orange caught his gaze, and he felt lured closer just like a curious fish in the sea.

The young man had his back to him, a briefcase shadowed by his side as it leaned against the leg of a chair. He was the brightest thing in the room, like he lit it up the same way a candle does the spare, dusty bedroom; everything around him just seemed to follow suit to his cream sleeves and tan-brown pants. His cup of gold-tinted tea rippled as he bumped the table, reaching down for a hardcover book with pages sticking out in much the same way the case did.

The newcomer, still standing, allowed his ice blue stare to cling as he walked past the busy, seemingly ditzy boy. Or…well, “boy” as an accurate term is determinate on how old one is when perceiving it. The redhead certainly wouldn’t consider himself a boy at the ripe old age of 22, but someone without a line of color left in their grey hair would, and the mysterious person letting his black cloak rub past the seats as he made his way to the window was such a someone. It wasn’t until he sat down that the distracted kid had finished lugging up his notebook and felt his expression still at the appearance of someone he didn’t expect to see again.

After all, Joey had lived here for years, and most unusual folks he spied on in the park didn’t show up again somewhere else. Not in the same day.

The stranger was beautiful, with hair styled almost impossibly in a large swoop from the left to the right side of his head; the end of it had a distinct wave, and it all looked dyed as if steeped in moonlight for nights on end. His brown skin shone with the glow from the window, leaves falling from the tree just outside it past a pair of irises that would put the finest crystal glass to shame.

The aspiring artist with already pinkish skin felt it become pinker, heat nibbling at the top of his cheeks and the tips of his fingers and knuckles. The pages laid across his desk were undoubtfully familiar; what were the chances that he had seen them as he strolled past to the booth? In his panic, he calculated it to be high; even if the old man refused to look back at him, he must have known.

He’d find out many, many years later he didn’t, but the wrong assumption made the right thing to do. It was inevitable anyway, in a certain sense, as sketching strangers in the park without them noticing was a practice that can’t eventually go undefeated.

And Joey, even when he was young, was a man proactive in his introductions. Perhaps a bit more on the shy side than he would be running a studio, but still someone that would rather talk than let silence rule the day.

And so he did.

“G-good ev- afternoon! Sir!”

The silver-haired man lazily blinked and glanced to the side at the youngster who was hardly taller than him even when the former was sitting and the latter bouncing to the tips of his scuffed shoes. A grown man, perhaps, but Joey would always be teased for never growing an inch more. The blue-eyed man evaluated him, another set of honey eyes flickering slightly but constantly with nerves that had a shaky smile to match at the corners of his mouth. He noted there was no mustache above his lips, but still sideburns and glasses to accessorize his head.

He played dumb. “Hey.” The newcomer’s voice was deep with two accents coming together, one a southern drawl and the other the unmistakable hint of someone accustomed to speaking Spanish. “…What can I do for ya?”

Yes, of course, he had noticed the ginger staring at him from afar some hours ago. Yes, of course, he was going to enjoy seeing him squirm for a reason to cover it anyway. Truth be told, he was surprised that the kid came up to him in the first place; he figured it would be up to him to initiate a conversation, if one was going to happen.

But that had always just been Gin, it turned out. The old man tried not to smile at the idea of it, so there was just a twitch on the left side of his mouth.

“I- I was just!” Joey held his hands in front of his chest, chin turned down to restless, fiddling fingers. What could he even say?! ‘Oh, I’m so sorry for sketching you without even talking to you first’? No! He wasn’t even sorry! …Just sorry he got caught.

It was only then he supposed maybe he hadn’t been caught, as he assumed. The realization it was far too late to back out felt like a push on his back to keep spitting out words and hope they make sense.

“I…I hope this doesn’t come off in the wrong way, my good man!”

Said good man raised a brow as the other squeaked his way around the situation.

“But- but you made for a lovely inspiration!” Joey kept grinning until it hurt his face, as he looked at the stranger for any sort of reaction.

“…Beg your pardon?”

Oh.

“I! I simply!” Come on now, confidence! Only thing left to save him now! “I’m an artist! And I do life studies! And you simply are just FAR too interesting to ignore!”

And in both excitement and fear, the old man felt himself involuntarily tilting his head back as a book was shoved into his personal space, pages flicking until it fell to the last ones before the rest of the book seemed orderly. And there, indeed, was his own face.

In awkward silence, his wide eyes flicked back to look at the others’, just to see the ginger in the same sort of anxiety inducing panic that he was before- perhaps amplified. He blinked again. Somehow, he still wasn’t used to this kind of attention, even if he knew he should have known better.

Gin was a weird kid.

With the young man waiting, seemingly, for him to react first, the stranger gently gripped the book and pulled it away so it was at a better angle for his eyes.

And although he knew he was avoiding the growing need for a pair of glasses, the old man also understood at a glance this was something special.

“How about…” the older man drawled with as much patience he could muster, trying to begin a proper conversation, “…’Y pull your stuff over here? ‘Magine your back hurts from standing up so straight.”

With that, he had to try not to chuckle as he saw the kid realize his stance and overcorrect, abruptly adjusting where his limbs were in relation to his body before scrambling to bring his things spread across the table in an armful. They were spread once more before the other next to the window, and it didn’t take long for him to try to forget at least a bit of the horrible introduction that just happened.

It almost felt like he was evaluating his portfolio, with a bright-eyed new artist waiting with a bounce in his seat for commentary on the accumulation of his work and skills.

So he was the kind of guy to pour himself out without even knowing if the other person was an artist or not- just someone he…wanted to approval of. The old man supposed there was something there he was supposed to think about in relation to his friend, but didn’t have the attention to word exactly what as he plucked up a random sketch- a seemingly candid one of a rabbit tucked behind a thin bundle of flowers.

“These are nice,” the old man commented with a sharp but approving glance over. “Y’ got a real eye for detail, here, kiddo.”

It still didn’t cross the youngster’s mind that the whole ‘I’ve been drawing you’ thing was pushed aside so easily for a reason. He had been watching him back for even longer; no explanation was needed, and he couldn’t improvise a realistic response anyway as if he was surprised.

“I’m…an artist, sir,” Joey repeated again, somehow steadier this time but calmer. “I just draw what I see. And I quite enjoy it! I just-“

Joey interrupted himself with a hum that trailed off, in some way not wanting to finish that thought. The other man pursed his lips.

“Just what, kid?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“…Can’t really drop all these drawings on my lap and call whatever you want to say about them nothing, you know.” His tone was dry but the meaning was sincere, a tinge of softness in his voice, a kind of understanding a bit too familiar to put aside.

As such, after a few more seconds of fumbling, the shy young man simply nodded in agreement.

“Now…” the older continued, setting the held page down to pick up another, “…What do y’ wanna do?” The question was taken with a bit of shock, but he continued as easygoing as before. “What do you…wanna make with all this? What’s the dream, kid?”

It did feel like a dream, Joey inwardly agreed. He plopped himself onto a total stranger and found himself without hesitation being probed about what it meant to him. And usually Joey had answers! He could go on and on and on without taking a single breath about what it meant to him to create things, about wanting to do things for others to see. But he always said so unprompted; now that it was actually asked of him aloud, he found himself floundering on what to say.

“I…”

The old man tried to pretend he wasn’t staring at him, wasn’t so invested in the answer that he couldn’t hear anything else.

Joey exhaled and folded his hands on the table, thumb smoothing over his own skin in restless ponderance- a good emotion for a matching time in his life.

“I would…love if I could, somehow, use my art to…make people happy.”

Now that was something he had never considered, but there it was- spoken by none other than himself. He briefly bit his lower lip and looked out the window, perhaps avoiding making himself look at his art and the man that was now- unbeknownst to him- clearly staring with intent.

“I…want to do what my mother always believed I could do. You see- see, she told me I had a special kind of magic that matters to other people. That I’m so bright that…I can make others bright too, just by making them smile.”

It was so, so hard for the stranger to withhold his smile for just a second longer.

“But I…don’t quite know how that can be done!”

Joey’s eyes flickered back, and the nervous smile had returned; in spite of his optimism, it was like putting a blanket over the unsure, tumultuous waves of the sea.

“Then you try something out.”

The response, as quiet as it was spoken, was still strong and unexpected, and so Joey felt himself gasp. His honey eyes widened, and his whole head turned to attention.

And now- now he was letting himself smile. The man opposite of Joey knew that he was looking this time, and that it was when it mattered.

“You keep tryin’, no matter what. And piece by piece, something will come together. Just like when you figured out how to draw, right? Assumin’ you were normal and learned things as you went instead of being perfect on the first go.”

With his lips lightly parted, the young man in awe of someone who could- for all he knew- been spouting motivational nonsense without knowing a lick about art…was entirely believable.

It was the right thing at the right time, regardless.

Those brown irises had eyelids fall over one second more, returning to his own creations with a new perspective. The lines seemed more purposeful, the shapes more unique. It was something flawed and yet flawless, just as he had always seen anyone else’s art.

The old man was quickly becoming satisfied with the rare feat of making Gin stunned enough to shut up. He thought about leaving right then and there, as if this was all he had come to see and do, but he was once again the person between them surprised when the redhead stood up first, scooping up the papers in his arms. The young man forced his eyes away but towards the end of the collecting finally met his again, a twinkle there that made the silver haired wanderer feel more at home than he had been this whole time.

“Thank you,” he muttered, words slick and airy with what could only be relief. “Thank you.”

He stood up straight, adjusting his hold on his things until they were more orderly and less likely to fall away. “I…do hope to see you in town again.” His grin was fading in and out with each phrase, but the feeling was so pure, so freed, that an excuse wasn’t needed. “Apologies for…not…asking first!” he chuckled, buckling at the knees briefly.

The other man chuckled back, the sun setting behind the glass. “No problem.”

A wonderful, awkward pause filled the space between them, the conversation ending as it started with one sitting down and the other standing up. Joey didn’t know that the other person would have as much a reason to try to treasure this moment as he did. Eventually, he took a step backward and slowly turned around through the now near empty café, towards the front door and the streetlights beginning to be lit.

“Oh!”

And he spun right back around, much to someone else’s bemusement.

“What…-” the redheaded scamp asked with hesitation, “-Is your name?”

Looking him up and down, having forgotten to introduce himself too, the fellow with moonlit hair and a black coat leaned his arm around the edge of the booth and took a moment till he smirked.

“Mr. Flores.”

The man with sideburns and glasses nodded, mouthing a ‘right’ before abruptly turning back and leaving the room. Mr. Flores watched the brightest splash of color in this world stained like aged paper walk out his life, looking forward when he would walk back in. With he himself looking like he was out of place and dyed with blues- with an indigo tint in his clothes and the cyan like glittering water under his eyelids- decided it was his time to leave, too.

The suitcase Gingie had forgotten was reverently taken by the handle before disappearing in a portal, the rim of which shimmered blue, too.

The old man ducked out and into the room of another person, someone who he had grown old with. Nighttime had fallen and the shadows of unlit halls looks like ink thin and seeping into the wallpaper. What he surely knew was yellow now seemed a bit on the cooler side, and someone he had just seen looking like the fire of the sun in daytime now seemed like wax of a candle extinguished, in his cream shirt in the dark and top hat hung up on the coat rack. Gingie, his red hair looking paler as strands of it turned white, glanced up from a paper held between his fingers. His gaze was soft, mischievous, and made Snowy feel at home.

“Mr. Flores,” the other Joey smirked.

A hand came to hold his back, the two old men together with more winkles and greyer hair than when they first met- for either the first time or the second time. Snowy scoffed, grinning wide.

“You weren’t supposed to remember till I brought it up to ya!” he lamented humorously. “Wasn’t supposed to be that I just…show up after accidentally running into you in the past, then you suddenly know too. More dramatic than that!”

Gingie scoffed right back. “It seems like you and I have exchanged some…traits over the years. And here you were always teasing me for being the one to portal into your life first.”

Snowy sighed through his nose as a rosy hand cupped the side of his face, tilting into it with hooded eyes.

“…Nah.” Then the toothy grin came back, devilish. “You were as much of a chicken with its head cut off as ever.”

And to that, the other pursed his lips, still holding his cheek. “And you were as subtle as ever.”

Basking in the moonlight of the time Snowy was really from, Gingie pulled him closer, their silhouettes seen through the window if one was looking- their faces becoming one shape and the outline of their bodies shining like the glass under the stars, frost around them like a picture frame as snow began to fall. The lost suitcase was set down and very likely forgotten for yet another several decades.

#the ink demonth #bendy and the ink machine #batim au #gingie #snowy #tak writes #batim fanfiction #fluff #time travel

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insane-control-room · 6 years ago

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Hide and Seek and Seek and...

Joey decides to have a picnic with his family.

Hyde, Mary-Jane, Ivy, and Charlotte are @startistdoodles‘, Gingie, Marvin, (this) Henry and Linda are @pipesflowforeverandever‘s, and last but not at all least, Snowy, Joy, and Ana are @aceofintuition‘s.

Joey sighed contentedly as he stirred his coffee. Smiling, he thought of his plans for the day - a nice sunday off, he would take his darling girls off to the park, his lovely Charlotte and dear Mary Jane. A picnic, maybe, yes, that would suit them just fine. When was the last time the three of them did something small and simple like that?

Charlotte came over, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Someone’s thinking hard,” she teased as he jolted out from his small stupor of plotting the day out. He rolled his eyes, turning to kiss her, yet her footsteps had already slipped away. “What’re you thinking about, Joey?”

“About how much I love you,” he replied with a twinkle in his voice, that he knew she heard. She looked back at him, a hand over her lips, failing to conceal a smile. With a cheeky grin, he smiled back at her, and returned to his coffee.

“What do you think of a picnic?” he offered. She paused. “Just you, me, and Mary Jane. Out to the old park. It’s been a while since we’ve had one, and the weather has been rather nice lately, don’t you think?”

“Hm…” she looked up to the ceiling, tapping her fingers on her chin. “Maybe….”

“Yeah…?” he prompted, striding over to her to give her a hug, but she wriggled swiftly from his grasp. “It’ll be nice!”

“Alright,” she conceded, heading into the kitchen. “I’ll go make some sandwiches or something for us. Any special requests?”

“A canister of coffee, if you will, sweetheart,” he hummed happily. “I’ll go and find where Mary Jane has squirreled herself off to.”

She had been in her room, playing with a stuffed lamb he did not quite remember getting for her. It had a big tri colored bow, six legs, and a soft goofy grin. It felt oddly familiar, though he felt he had never seen it before.

“Ready to go?” Charlotte asked with a smile, the sun outlining her form in the kitchen’s window, and her felt love surge in him once more. She turned to look at his dopey grin, holding their daughter in his arms, and with a grin, she sauntered over to him, passing him the basket she prepared for them. “I’ll take that smile of yours as a yes. What do you think, Mary Jane?”

She giggled in reply, and the three of them escaped the confines of their home for the greener grasses of the park.

Blanket spread over the ground, munching on sandwiches, light chatter, the strange feeling he got whenever he looked at Mary Jane’s lamb, it was all so very natural and warm. Another girl, dark hair, darker skinned, waved Mary Jane over with a laugh. She looked to her father for his ascent, and after he gave a light nod, she ran off to her. Two others watched the girls play, one in peach, the other in blue. They were strangely familiar, though in a strange, jamais vu fashion.

Hands passed over his eyes.

“Guess who?” her voice, light and joking, played like swan songs to his ears.

“Is it, by chance, the love of my life, my darling, beautiful, Charlotte?”

She laughed softly, and Joey felt like he was soaring, beaming that he caused such a lovely sound from her sweet lips. He grinned, sighing happily. This truly was domestic bliss, and nothing could ever compare to it.

“May I have a kiss, dear?”

“Maybe,” she hummed over his shoulder, and then disappeared behind him. “If you can catch me!”

He leapt up, catching the sight of the tail of her skirt as she vanished into the trees. With a grin, he briskly took off after her.

“Over here!” her voice beckoned him. He rounded a corner sharply, feeling her step on tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek before slipping from his hands again. “Here, Joey!”

“Come now, Charlotte, have some pity on this old man,” he laughed, spinning round and spying her hair behind another tree. He crept to her, only for her to dart under his arms. With a laughing groan, he tilted his head back. “Is this the price for a kiss?”

He turned around at the sound of her calling him again, and was startled to see her right before him, holding herself to a tree by her knees, pressing an upside down kiss to his nose, using his stunned reaction as fair time to elude him once more. He huffed another incredulous laugh, and followed her out of the wood. It was still dark when he emerged, and walking backwards from the small forest, he saw dark rain clouds above.

They should return home soon.

Mary Jane was watching him with dark eyes. She stood beside the darker haired girl. Behind them were the two familiar yet not at all men, looking to him with the same thoughtful expression. He walked over to them cautiously, and found himself unable to reach them, as though a glass had been slid over the space between them. Mary Jane’s eyes cleared, and she waved a hand for him to lower himself to her height. Breathing on the empty air, she wrote in the fog of her breath ‘soon’ with a smile, holding her four legged ram tightly.

He smiled, that was fine, she would be back home before dinner.

He heard Charlotte call him again, and he turned to her voice, looking up at the picnic they had set up on the hill beside the tree, and he made his way up it, humming to himself happily. The tree never seemed any nearer the more he walked, but he knew that all he had to do was to keep going. Silence enveloped him, not wind nor birds accompanying him. There she was, he told himself.

His heart stopped.

His feet did not, dragging him against his will to the slab.

No.

No no no.

This could not be true, he numbly thought, dumbly hoped, falling to his knees and running a hand over the tombstone. And yet, there was a part of him smiling in cruel victory, the victory of an ‘I told you so’, and the other part of him was released in a scream that echoed over the empty expanse, over and over and over, ringing on and on.

He backed away as soon as he could scramble to his feet, tripping over himself as he stumbled away as fast as he could.

She could not be dead, he refused to accept it.

His back hit that odd, awful, slippery divide, but it morphed under his touch, marble encroaching his fingers, making him jolt around, terrified.

Six slabs rose before him.

The names screamed at him, and as many times as he read them over, they could not stick, he could not recall them, yet in agony he read them over and over, red snow drifting on the tallest, an ink stained top hat precariously balanced on the next, ivy and thorns dancing up the third, fourth dripping sickly with the tar like ink, the next swarming with webs and cracked, the last translucent and pale, too pale, gone, stolen away, where was his family, where was his family!?

Hands came to his shoulders, pulling him back, and he screamed, every nerve alight, tears sparking in his eyes, darkness over taking him, but the hands on his shoulders stuck, holding tight.

A finger on his lips, accompanied with urgent hushing, greeted him.

He blinked in the darkness, honey gold eyes searching his face with worry.

He deflated in relief.

“There we are, dearest Hyde,” Gingie softly said in a manner that made it seem as though he had been attempting to rouse him for some time. His finger left his lips, and went to trace under his eye. “Are you alright? It seemed like quite the nightmare you were having.”

Hyde, unable to speak, shook his head, shaking as though the devil were at his heels.

“There, there,” Gingie murmurs, pulling the taller to his chest in an attempt to calm him down. Hyde’s shaking reduced to trembling. “It is alright. It’s alright, yes? Would you like to go check on Mary Jane?”

Hyde nodded, still shivering, and Gingie helped him out of the bed, leading the way to the girls’ room. Linda was in her crib, Joy soundly on her bed, Ivy and Mary Jane dozing away on their bunkbed. Hyde smiled and nearly collapsed in the doorway, twisting his ring and feeling relief soak into him. Gingie looked over him, and mutely convinced him back to bed, and in sending him off, knocked quietly on another door. Snowy soundlessly opened it, and Gingie quietly explained the situation.

The two of them stole back into Gingie and Hyde’s shared room, each carrying two girls, and they settled around the man who was already drifting off fitfully. Gingie reached over to his best friend to take his hand as they snuggled around Hyde with their kids, smiling in the dark even as the other attempted to hide his grin.

Looking on one side, and seeing Gingie, Joy and Linda, a profound sense of happiness slowly dripped into his being, and looking on the other to see Ivy, Mary Jane, and Snowy, a incredulous factor was added, that this was real, and this was his family….

For once, in what felt like at least a good few decades, Hyde managed to sleep without a single nightmare, and they plagued him less and less as his family grew tighter.

Ana, Marvin, and Henry made sure to take a lot of pictures of that night./

It was quite fun to hold over Snowy’s head, even Gingie had to admit that.

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queenofcats17 · 6 years ago

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I Guess I Have Another Grandpa Now?

@pipesflowforeverandever made a series of posts about her Vampire!Gin and I wanted to write it so bad.

The Vampire!Gin AU is directly connected to @aceofintuition ‘s Werecat AU. Which is why Snowy, Joy, and Ana appear in it

It was late at night and I was walking home. My club had gotten out later than I’d anticipated, so I was walking home in the dark. Technically, I could have taken a bus all the way home, but it was a nice night so I thought I’d just walk home from the train station. I needed the exercise anyway. My earbuds were in and I was quietly singing along to the song that had come on. It was a peppy one that made me pick up my pace. I was cutting through the forest preserve since I didn’t get many chances to go through it. It was a beautiful night. The moon was shining amongst a series of glittering stars in the dark velvet sky, a warm wind blowing through the trees. I exhaled slowly, allowing myself a smile. Nature really could be so amazing sometimes.

Suddenly, a flash of white caught my eye and my breath caught in my throat. A little white bat was flying toward me. I immediately stopped in my tracks, taking my earbuds out and watching as the teeny bat flew down. I’d never seen a bat in real life before. They just didn’t live in my area. Instinctively, I cupped my hands so that the little bat could settle in them. It landed in my hands and I let out a small squeak. It was so small, its fur so soft.

“Hey there, little guy,” I whispered, bringing my cupped hands up to my face. I could have sworn it was smiling at me as it made cute little squeaking noises.

“Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?” I cooed, shifting the bat to one hand and tapping its little nose with one outstretched finger. It almost seemed to giggle, wiggling a bit and making happy sounds. I let out a small squeal, rubbing it against my face. I knew it was probably dangerous to be fondling a bat like this, but it was so cute!

“You’re so cute.” I kept rubbing it against my cheek. The bat made more happy noises, or at least noises I hoped were happy. Then it flapped its wings and flew out of my hands. For a moment, I thought it was going to fly away. Then it started pressing little kisses to my cheeks.

“Hey!” I giggled. “What are you doing?” The bat didn’t pause, continuing to plant little kisses all over my face. It was an interesting feeling, being kissed by a bat. It honestly tickled a little bit. I giggled louder, scrunching my nose up and closing my eyes. After a minute or so, though, the kisses changed. They no longer felt like bat kisses, but more like the kisses a human would give. And I could have sworn someone was holding my face.

When I opened my eyes, the bat was gone. But there was someone who was still kissing all over my face. An older man, maybe 50 at the youngest, wearing a red and white suit and a top hat of all things. His skin was pale, almost unhealthily so, and he had rather vibrant orange hair. He was kissing all over my face in the way a grandparent would kiss their grandchild. He did look kind of like a grandpa with his circular glasses and wrinkles. I let out a small squeak, jerking away. The man looked rather disappointed.

“W-Who are you?!” My voice went up an octave.

“Ah! How rude of me! I didn’t introduce myself!” The man exclaimed. “My name is Joey Drew! Although, my friends tend to call me Gingersnap. Gingie seems to have stuck the most, though.”

“How- Where did the bat go? Are you the bat?”

“I am.” He nodded, smiling brightly. He had a nice smile. A kind smile. He looked like a kindly grandpa. No! I couldn’t be sucked in by his charm! This was a strange man!

“How were you the bat?” I demanded. “People can’t just turn into bats.”

“Yes, that is true,” Gingie replied with a mischevious sparkle in his eye. “But I am no ordinary person.” I stared blankly at him. He stared expectantly back at me.

“I don’t know what that means.” I finally said.

“I’m a vampire!” He smiled again. Now that I looked closer, I could definitely see what were probably his fangs. Quickly, my fear and apprehension turned to interest.

“You’re...a vampire?” My voice was quiet, almost reverent. I’d always been such a fantasy nerd, and I thought vampires were just the coolest thing. Although, this guy didn’t really seem like the kind of person I pictured when I thought of a vampire.

“I didn’t know vampires were even real,” I whispered, then my eyes widened and I stumbled back. “Wait, are you going to try and suck my blood?! Please don’t kill me!”

“Of course not!” Gingie looked rather offended at the idea. “I only drink from animals and willing humans! And never enough to kill anyone!” I stayed where I was, still nervous. He may have seemed sweet, but he was a vampire. Vampires were dangerous. At least, all the vampires I’d read about were dangerous. Gingie’s expression softened and he took a step closer.

“My dear girl, I truly don’t want to hurt you.” He smiled gently. I was about to reply, but then my stomach growled loudly. I closed my eyes, making a small whimpering sound. Seriously?! I was totally messing up my chances of this vampire thinking I was cool. He probably thought I was a dork. When I opened my eyes, he had a disapproving look on his face.

“Have you not eaten yet?” He demanded, arms crossed.

“Um...No?” I smiled sheepishly. “I was, uh, headed home to eat.”

“My dear, it is almost 8 at night!” He huffed. “This cannot stand!” He grabbed my arm and started to tug me in a direction that was not toward my house.

“Where are we going?” I asked, feeling my heart rate beginning to speed up in panic. Was I being kidnapped? Was he going to eat me?! He’d said he wouldn’t, but vampires were dangerous!

“A friend of mine lives close by,” Gingie said brightly. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we dropped by for dinner!”

“It’s okay, I can just get food at my house.” I tried to pull away. “I don’t want to be a nuisance.”

“Nonsense!” Gingie scoffed. “It’s no trouble! He’ll be happy to see us, I’m sure!”

I was dragged to a nice little house in the suburbs, one that looked a little bit like my own. Gingie waltzed up to the front door and knocked, a huge smile on his face. It was opened by a beautiful woman with a child at her side. She had dark skin and brown hair, which the girl beside her shared. One difference, though, was that the little girl had blue eyes.

“Grandpa Gingie!” The little girl exclaimed, throwing herself at Gingie.

“Hello, my little jellybean!” Gingie scooped her up in his arms, spinning her around. The dark skinned woman smiled softly, noticing me after a moment.

“Hello.” She said. Her expression changed to one of slight resignation and amusement. I wondered if this was the first time Gingie had brought someone to her house.

“Hi.” I waved awkwardly. “I-I’m sorry. I hope I’m not intruding.”

“Don’t worry. You don’t have anything to apologize for.” She assured me. “He probably dragged you over here, didn’t he?” She glanced at Gingie, who had transitioned into holding the little girl in his arms, asking her how her day had been.

“He, uh, he did.”

“Well, if you’re here, you might as well come in.” The woman stood aside, allowing me to enter. I walked in behind Gingie, more than a little nervous. I really didn’t want to be a nuisance to these people. I didn’t even know them! I didn’t even really know Gingie!

“Who was at the door?” A man’s voice came from the kitchen area.

“Just Gingie.” The woman replied. “He brought a friend.”

“Oh for crying out-” A man stormed out of the kitchen. Like the girl and the woman, he had dark skin. His eyes were blue like the girl’s, and his hair was strikingly silver, even though he didn’t look all that old. He was very tall and very angry looking and I squeaked and shrank back a bit. Thankfully, though, the man’s anger didn’t seem to be directed at me. He marched up to Gingie, hands on his hips. Gingie quickly handed the little girl off to her mother.

“You’ve gotta stop picking up these kids! One of these days, someone’s going to call the cops on you for basically kidnapping them!” The man said, sounding rather like a scolding parent. He was a parent, from what I could tell. I couldn’t help but giggle a little at this.

“I did not kidnap her!” Gingie frowned. “She hadn’t eaten and I said she could get some food here, that’s all.” The man sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Do you even know her name?” He asked.

“Of course!” Gingie replied. “It’s...” He trailed off, slowly realizing he’d never asked what my name was.

“My apologies, but I don’t believe I ever asked your name.” He smiled sheepishly toward me.

“It’s Fiona.” I tried to stifle a laugh, but it slipped out anyway.

“Well, it’s lovely to properly meet you, Miss Fiona.” Gingie took my hand, shaking it enthusiastically. “This is my friend, Snowy!”

“We’re both named Joey Drew, so we use nicknames to distinguish ourselves,” Snowy explained, still watching Gingie with weary resignation. “Sorry he basically kidnapped you.”

“No, it’s okay,” I waved my hands in an attempt to deny the apology. “I don’t mind. I’m sorry for intruding.”

“Like I said before, you don’t have anything to apologize for.” The woman said. “Gingie was the one who dragged you over here.”

“This is the lovely Ana!” Gingie gestured to her excitedly. “She and Snowy are married.”

“I’m Joy!” The little girl proclaimed proudly.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” I managed a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Ana said. I felt a bit better about being here since she didn’t seem all that bothered by my presence. Clearly, Gingie had done this before.

“This is like Francine all over again,” Snowy muttered, sighing heavily. “Do you need to tell your folks where you are, kid?”

“Oh! Yeah!” I fumbled out my phone. “They’ll probably get worried if I’m not home before 10.” I typed out a message and sent it to my parents. While I did this, Ana, Joy, and Snowy started setting the table and getting the food out. Gingie stood by me, rocking on his heels and humming.

“Are you sure this is alright?” I asked quietly as I put my phone away.

“Oh, it’s fine.” Gingie waved a hand. “Snowy will make a big deal about it, but he doesn’t mind.”

So, I ended up having dinner with Gingie and Snowy’s family. Joy insisted I sit beside her so that she could ask me questions. She was especially cute, so I didn’t mind. I’d never really been sure how to interact with small children, but I was going to do my best.

“You have really pretty hair.” She said. “Are you magic like Grandpa Gingie?” I’d gotten my hair dyed purple recently and it always seemed to delight small children.

“Uh, no, I’m not.” I smiled apologetically. “I’m just a regular human.” Joy nodded solemnly, one hand on her chin.

“That’s okay.” She finally said, putting a hand on my arm. “Not everyone can be magic.” I tried very hard to keep a straight face.

While we ate, I told them some basic details about myself. Where I was going to school, what I liked, a little about my family. Snowy kept looking pointedly at Gingie, especially when I mentioned that I only lived about 20 minutes away. Once dinner was over, I got up to leave when Gingie caught my arm.

“I apologize for being forceful.” He said. “But I would very much like to meet with you again. Your work sounds wonderful!

“Oh, um, okay?” I smiled nervously. “Do have...a cell phone or something?”

“I just got one!” His face lit up. We exchanged numbers and I was sent on my way. Honestly, it had been a pretty weird night.

#bendy and the ink machine #batim au #fanfiction #vampire!gin #gingie drew #joey drew #joey snowy drew #snowy drew #ana drew #joy drew

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hussyknee · 6 years ago

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A Day In The Life Of a Dog Mum:

I have three dogs. The oldest, Hunter, is a German Shepherd, a formerly stalwart hound now laid low by middle age and siblings. The youngest, Winter, is a fluffy loud coward the size of one of Hunter's hind legs. She is the spoiled baby of the family, the apple of my husband's eye and has therefore claimed furniture privileges not afforded to the other two since a puppy. Hunter doesn't care but it does not endear her to my other dog, Ginny.

My problem middle daughter is the love child of a Tasmanian devil and a hurricane. Regrettably, between her excess of energy, tendency to bully her siblings and my own chronic illness I have never been able to give her enough attention, and she only has the run of downstairs, unlike the other two. Hunter likes to sleep under my bed and Winter, who is sometimes accidentally and sometimes on purpose mauled by Ginny (she has never quite grasped that her sister is not a toy) also stays by my side unless everyone is supervised.

I felt sorry for Ginny and let her in upstairs one day. This caused much consternation among the other two, who consider my room a refuge. Specifically from her.

Ginny: *bounds in joyfully* "Hello, fellows! HOWZIT?!"

Winty: *jumps off the bed* "oh. It's you. Eheheheh. How are you. Please dont maul me. 😳😳😳😳😳" *sidles up to me carefully* "pssst. Mum. Mum there's a Ginny in here. Ginny is in our room Mum. CODE RED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"

Me: *ignores*

Winter: "oh this is gonna end badly." *curls up on the floor near me gloomily*

Hunter: "Mum. Mum. She's sniffing my face, Mum. She's licking my ears, Mum. She's in my room. How could you? Why would you?"

Me: "Oh FFS, she's just showing you some love! Aney, look. See, she has missed you."

Hunter: *huffs in dismay* "Nooooo she does this and then she whacks me in the face. She keeps jumping on my head every time she sees me. There is no peace left for me in my old age in this house any more. Woe! Woe is me!"

Me: "Do you want to go downstairs, then?"

Hunter: "YES. I WANT TO GO WHERE THIS ORANGE MENACE ISN'T. AND ALSO TO PEE."

Me: *opens door* "All right then. Off with you."

Hunter: *hesitates* "Oi no. You're doing that thing where I get shooed out and I dont get to come back in again for an hour. I know what yer about!"

Me: "You said you wanted to get away from Ginny!"

Hunter: "Look, I am a dog. I only present my problems, the solutions are your department."

Ginny: "WHERE ARE YOU GOING, FAM? IS IT TO PLAY? ARE WE ALL GOING TO PLAY NOW?"

Hunter: "Too late." *backs away*

Winter: *standing at attention on bed* "I'm debating leaving my territory undefended. Is there food involved?"

Me: "Ok fine, see, I'm coming down with y'all. Move!"

Gingie: "CAN'T CATCH MEEE!" *runs out*

Hunter: *eyeballs me* "Haha no you first!"

Me: "Jesus, fine!" *goes* "Move out!"

Winter: *jumps off the bed* "Movin' out!"

Me: "Not you!"

Winter: *scrambles back on the bed* "Movin' in!"

(Me and dogs are now outside the bedroom door. Neither make a move toward the stairs. Instead they stare at me gormlessly.)

Me: "What now?"

Gingie: "IDK WHAT ARE WE PLAYING?"

Hunter: "You're kidding me, right? I go down now, yer gonna go back and shut the door and she's gonna chase after me and jump on my head in the middle of the stairs. Do I look born stupid? You do something about this!"

Me: "Ok, Ginny. You come with me downstairs."

Ginny: *streaks down* "BOOOORN TO BE WIIIILD!"

Me: *from the landing to Hunter* "You can come down now too."

Hunter: *hiding behind the low wall, peering his head out* "You sure? Im not sure. She's gonna run back up."

Me: "Dude, I am literally almost at the foot of the stairs. I can catch her if she runs back!"

Hunter: *warily descends, ears cocked like fucking princess* "You say that but we both know she's the fucken fastest dog alive or some shit...it's literally my neck on the line here..."

Gingie: "MOMMY WE FORGOT HUNTER DOGGO!!" *whooshes between my legs*

Me: "GINNY NO!"

Hunter: *does 180 degree like a cartoon and scrambles* "JESUS JOHN PAUL AND RINGO HALP SHE'S AFTER MEEEEE SAAAAVE MEEEEEEE"

Me: "How are you afraid of her? You're twice her size!"

Hunter: "SHE'S TWICE AS NUTS! I'M NOT GOING BACK DOWN!"

Me: "You said you wanted to pee!"

Hunter: "Yeah, Imma pee right here. Next to the clothes dryer."

Me: "AW HELL NO"

Hunter: "What? You never stopped me before!"

Me: "Cause you pee there while we're sleeping, dipshit. Move your ass!"

Gingie: "IMMA PEE TOO!"

Me: "ALL RIGHT THAT'S IT. BOTH OF YOU GET DOWNSTAIRS NOW!"

Gingie: "RAAAAAAACE!" *whooshes back down*

Me: *herds and lugs 35kg of German Shepherd* "Come here you!"

Hunter: "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, COPPER! I HAVE RIGHTS!"

(He gazes balefully at me from the landing as I latch the dog gate at the top of the stairs)

Hunter: "Jsyk, you are the worst Mum on the planet. I hate you."

Gingie: "COME PLAY HUNTY BOW WOW! THE FLOOR IS LAVA!"

*distant sound of sofa breaking*

#dog tales #dog mum #doggos #mine #knee of huss #personal #raising dogs as a spoonie is difficult #i love my babies

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rndyounghowze · 6 years ago

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Pirate Theatre Lets their Freak Flag Fly with Shrek the Musical at Cedar Creek High School in Egg Harbor City, NJ

By Ricky Young-Howze

Cedar Creek Theatre told “Our Story” with Shrek the Musical at Cedar Creek Theatre. This musical with book and lyrics by David Lindsay-Abaire and music by Jeanine Tesori was directed by John Stephan and produced by Paula Londono will make you a believer in true love!

Based on the movie we all know by the same name our hero, Shrek, finds himself on an unusual adventure with a smart-aleck Donkey and a Princess who insists on being rescued properly. Throw in a bad guy who is always coming up short and a myriad of Grimms fairy tale rejects and now you have a story that’s looking for it’s “All Star” (actually I believe the word I’m looking for is “hero” but come on I have to make the reference).

Direction and Choreography by John Stephan was just... look I’m really tired of saying that John Stephan is really good at his job. But when you see a chorus line of fairy tale characters coming at you and nailing every kick and step ball change while having the audacity to look like they’re having fun you can’t help but think “whoa John did it again”. I’m almost insulting him by saying the show went too well and I have no complaints. His kids are doing amazing out there. I just know that the opening tomorrow will be amazing. I know that he and his whole team have had a lot of fun putting this show together.

Thomas Burgel as Shrek deserves a medal for singing and acting at all under that make up but then he rocks our world with a beautiful voice and all the charm of a ton of bricks. Burgel makes you feel for Shrek while also being slightly afraid. His voice shakes the rafters at some points and has a delicate cadence at others.

I’ve always had a problem with Fiona in the movie. She always seemed so shallow. Alexis Mathis as Princess Fiona from her first screaming solo (seriously her scream singing is on point) really latched onto my heart and wouldn’t let go. There’s something about her performance that reminded me how we’re all in a holding pattern sometimes and desperately want out.

Cody Tittermary as Donkey really made an ass out of himself. With sass and flair he really worked that stage. Kudos to him for not just doing an Eddie Murphy impersonation and doing his own thing. And when you hear him sing you just melt. He himself gave a very layered performance (like a parfait!) and I’m really proud of him.

My Supporting Shoutouts are three actors that really surprised me and wowed me from the moment the came onstage!

Kaliyah Johnson as the Dragon was a complete surprise AND a complete showstopper. She’s this show’s best kept secret and her voice will totally take no prisoners. She sure is a dragon and sister she can slay (pun.)! Kaliyah was fabulous and fierce along with her back up dancers (wings) and singers (prisoners). She did dragons everywhere justice.

Madelyn Palmentieri as Gingy just made me laugh from the minute I first saw him. Before I was a theatre person I was a puppeteer so I’m a huge sucker for puppets. Kudos to her for such a great performance and nuanced movements. It’s hard to make foam rubber emote.

Jack Hall as Lord Farquaad deserves a medal for doing such intricate choreography on his knees! Jack is a true ham that you just want to throw the weirdest parts at to see what he’ll do. Please don’t sell him short (I know cheap pun) this guy is playing a character of Lilliputian stature but with a mega dose of talent.

My Background Standouts are all the background dancers it took to make all of these musical numbers work.

From a Dragon’s wings and victims to Farquaad’s Chorus Line these guys, and gals did it all! I could come out just to watch these guys shuffle off to buffalo and bring it all back home.

Music Direction by Jim Goodrich with conductor Dale Roeck brought a ten piece orchestra to the party populated by two Cedar Creek Staff, two Creek Alumni, and six Cedar Creek Students. I love local talent! Sometimes I felt like the orchestra overpowered the performers a bit but that could also be due to those pesky microphone gremlins that pop up during dress rehearsals. They always get smoothed out before the show opens.

A shoutout to Lighting Design by Tyler Daddario, with Scenic Design and painting by Mary Boner and fabrication by Wayne Wriggins. They were able to take simplistic elements and still tell a beautifully complex story. My favorite was Fiona’s tower. This set was just amazing! And Tyler should be spreading the good news of lighting design to places far and wide.

And I was shocked to see John Rattacasa’s wigs and makeup design onstage. This boy has had wigs on four or five South Jersey stages this month! I swear he has more hair in his possession than all the heads on the AC Boardwalk. And also shoutout to Cara May who served as prop master.

The glorious costumes were provided by Looking4Costumes and I’m telling you they really do steal the show sometimes.

I know it’s my job to say “you really need to see this show” but I’m telling you that there is something about this show that really sticks to your ribs. Whatever your reason for coming to see a show this weekend: you love the movie, you love these kids, you just love a great show; you will not be disappointed by these kids and the great work that they’ve done. But you better get your tickets now because they are going fast! They are performing at Cedar Creek High School, Feb. 28 through March 2 and you can get your tickets in advance online.

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emmelfish · 6 years ago

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It was remiss of me to assume that Skip would be a Nature sim – I got things completely confused and it turns out that he’s Sports, Susie’s Fitness. What a team! Yes yes, we get it, you love each other (which is a good thing because that way you’ll always have a sibling to rely on when you’ve each been dumped by all your suitors for being awful and generally hard to live with).

Speaking of love, somehow, somewhere along the line, Dirk became legit besties with Ginger Newson. This doesn’t surprise me because she’s awesome, but no romantic endgame here. If Dilith don’t work out, Gingy’s off limits due to being promised to someone else. I do like the idea of these two as buddies; sadly she’s off to Academie Le Tour while Dirk’s stuck with Dusty at SSU, but I’ll make sure they keep in touch.

I’m pretty certain that in every interaction Ginger’s had with anyone so far in my game she’s tickled the crap out of them.

Hel-lo. It’s that Veronaville tractor beam again, and heck did it deliver this time! Merc, my ultimate VV fave! How’s it hangin’, pal?

Mercutio: Oh y’know, had a few awkward threeways with Puck and Herms, figuring out our feelings, biding my time until I inevitably have angry woohoo with her brother, the usual.

Lovely!

Dirk: 🎵 Work, work, work, work, work, work You see me I be Dirk, Dirk, Dirk, Dirk, Dirk, Dirk

I bet Darren only picked Remedios up because I forced him to.

Beau: I wish I could pick up babies. I’d do a far better job than these jokers.

I know you would fren, I know you would. Maybe I’ll give you a Family secondary if you turn out to be good with the anklebiters. (Note to self – put those kitchen counters TOGETHER PROPERLY EM YOU BERK)

Mercutio is in the building! And he and Ginger are yet to have a negative interaction. Ginge clearly needs a Popularity secondary, everyone adores her. I don’t know what Skip Jr’s doing but he looks wonderful.

REMEDIOS APPROVES THIS MESSAGE

Frida on the other hand is Chairman of the Bored.

Ginger: OMG YOU’RE SO FUNNY I THINK I’M GONNA DIE

Mercutio: Well my entire character’s schtick is to be the tragic comic of the group.

NO! No more babies for you Darren Dreamer.

Beau Broke – moment-killer, cockblock extraordinaire.

If you two tell each other any more dirty jokes it’ll be divorce bells on the horizon, I swear. Only Dina and Mortimer get away with doing that twenty times a day and still manage to look each other in the eye.

Dirk Dirk Dirk Dirk Dirk coming home from work work work work work – and it wouldn’t be a regular day in the Broke-Dreamer household without him vomming at a PDA. Beau, you took your eye off them for a SECOND.

Beau: I was too busy watching SJ do a show-off! He’s dead good!

Skip Jr: That I am. That I am.

The moment of joy was short-lived, because judging by his face, Beau prefers to deal with Skip Jr and Susie as individuals and loathes them as a pair.

Brandi and Dirk tend to be like that episode of Friends where Ross tries to make friends with Phoebe’s Paul Rudd boyfriend but they mostly sit in uncomfortable silence trying to figure out what to talk about. Thus, I’m trying to improve their relationship by having them play a stupid game of kicky bag.

Oh for god’s sake what’s wrong now.

Beau: Susie is losing her Film & Literature enthusiasm!

It’s not even her one true hobby! Settle down Beau, she’ll probably put on Antichrist or The Human Centipede in ten minutes and all will be well again.

In far better news, Sports Lady is infinitely marryable just like Cool Tinkering Lady! These Hobby NPCs are spawning beautifully. Love that hair on her, love her outfit, love the pouty face, love that her personality will probably be a mess if she likes Sports that much.

Oh and Skip Jr gets to go to Dreamy Fields. Yey.

Ah, so it appears that Mercutio is one of those sims who never goes home autonomously.

Mercutio: Would you? You try living in Verona ‘Rivers of Blood’ ville.

End dat feud Merc. Get married to Tybalt, make sure it’s the gayest most fabulous wedding of all time, have Kent Capp officiate in Liza Minelli cosplay, and force Patrizio and Consort to come to terms with their repressed feelings for one another.

Skip Jr: He’s so cool. And Remedios is so cool.

Are you broken or just really happy about being accepted to Dreamy Fields? Good grief SJ, we haven’t seen one pinch of your grouchiness since you aged up.

Oh look!

Wow. That’s a lot of kids going to school.

Back to work Brandi! I let you have that one crappy plate because you were going into labor, but now you’re upping your game.

Is Tiny Tea Set an ironic description? That thing’s fucking huge. I mean I’d be fine with it because I really love tea.

Genuinely pausing and posting this to make myself an amazing cup of tea.

#emmelfishuberhood

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inkabelledesigns · 6 years ago

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I'm still catching up on reading Hymns of Struggle by @pipesflowforeverandever, and I'm at the beginning of Chapter 9 of Rock in the River. I don't wish to spoil anything for you, but I wanted to talk because it's gotten me thinking about parenthood and mistakes. Gingie in all of his iterations treats everyone like his children. Some may see him as a generous man that's oh so loving, others may see him as the next Mother Gothel (dammit that would actually be a really cool thing to illustrate, wish I had more time). It's so interesting how he can be both.

I recently had a conversation with my mother about being a parent. As some of you may know, I identify as asexual. It's not something I talk about much because it isn't really anyone's business, but my parents get it, they've even started to remember the name of it. The conversation we had talked about interacting with children in other ways without being a parent. I do love kids, I've got a tendency to be a mom friend too, but I don't feel responsible enough to have any of my own. But that doesn't stop me from say, being a teacher for a community class, or working in a place that has kids and loving them that way. There are other ways to have children in your life that are enriching.

I have to wonder if Gingie ever thought about that. Obviously Henry isn't his own flesh and blood, but there's more ways to have found family than one. I'd be curious, if he makes it out of all this alive, what he'll do. He's someone that clearly needs people, much like me he's an observer before he comes to interact with someone, cautious and gentle until you push his buttons. It's...too relatable. Some characters have my empathy more than others, but Gin...he cares so much but really sucks at getting that point across, never makes the right decision. That hits so close to home. I admire that he still tries, some days I worry I've become too numb. I try to be kind and humorous to pull people out of their darkness, but ultimately I've realized that you can't help someone unless they choose to want help. Gin tries to force things to go a certain way because he wants them to be good, but I stand here giving people so much space that nothing happens.

It brings me back to the Joeyverse stuff when he scoops up the Wanderer with Snowy and tries to heal her. I mean, kidnapping and snooping around a world that isn't yours? Yeah, that's a pretty Joey thing to do, good intentions but still not completely sound in the way of morals. It's just interesting to think about, that 'doing good' doesn't mean the same thing as being the good guy. That being kind comes in so many forms, but sometimes something you think is kind and is meant with good intentions is actually harmful.

What a deep and intriguing thought. And to think it was prompted by fanfiction, now that is s powerful notion.

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #hymns of struggle #joey drew #gingie drew #thoughts

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momsicles · 5 years ago

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We visited my old condo today. That’s where I spent most of my college years. When I saw the place, a wave of nostalgia washed through me. I remember taking my ootds in front of the mirror. (And sometimes even the balcony.)I remember my small room with its pink walls. The colorful walls all over the place. Its so weird being back there after so long.

We met up with the possible tenant who also brought his kids. While we talked terms, you played with them for a bit.

After we wrapped it up, we went to LAKBAY MUSEO in S MAISON. I thought you would enjoy it but turns out, she got scared of all the “statues” over there! Such a shame because it was actually awesome. We managed to get a few shots of you “enjoying” the place.

Since we already visited the dessert museum, we decided to switch things up and go to City of dreams instead and try DREAMPLAY as we’ve never been there.

We decided to check out Klook for offers before buying ticket in the registration area and from P899 we got our tickets in klook for P599 only! That’s a great way to save! Too bad we forgot to check if they have promo in Lakbay Museo as well.

Upon entering the facade, all the great characters like shrek and toothless were there. We felt like we were in another country. It was so well presented and built but I feel like its not meant for toddlers as most of the attractions were for “grown” kids. Like there were extreme play in there that haa height and weight requirements. There were slides all over and you tried one of them but got too scared because you went down wrong (and also because daddy tried to sneak up on you 😅)

I’m so glad that you somehow enjoyed the gingerbread making! Good thing we were able to reserve right away! You had so much fun decorating your very own gingy!

We had such a happy day today! And I just realized how big you’ve grown!

You look so dalaga with your fitted jeans and croptop! 😭Haynako Blor.

Don’t worry! We’ll go and see the world together one play area at a time😅😅

I love you so much!!!! ❤️❤️

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melonmass · 5 years ago

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I love your math, but there are a few factors you didn't factor and I don't know how you'd factor:

In the original Gingerbread Man story, he hopped out and ran about because some kid decided to open the oven and peak BEFORE IT WAS DONE. This story seemed to imply that part of the baking time removed the life naturally given to these baked goods. It did not say specifics about exactly when in the baking time the boy peaked in. That number would be anyone's guess.

We also do not know if Muffin Man just had giant gumdrops lying around. He could have been planning on making this gaint boi for a long time. He could have already been working on it and Gingy knew. Gingy knew this would be the right moment for Mongo to wreck havoc like Muffin Man always wanted.

I Might Have Found A Discrepancy In The Shrek Universe.

So you know how in Shrek 2 during the most amazing cover of all time Mongo was born?

Yeah. Well, I was curious to see how long it would take to actually bake, cool, decorate, and make alive a Mongo in real life. Would Shrek and Gingy have enough time to save Fiona from Prince Charming and the Fairy Godmother with Mongo at their side?

Here’s how I figured it out.

So Shrek is originally seven feet tall.

But when he takes the Happily Ever After potion, he shrinks a bit. Let’s say… a foot. Shrek is now six feet tall. That’s a good, measurable number. I drew it out in proportion to Mongo here:

So from his shoulder to his mouth, Mongo is about six feet (I added a bit extra here because Shrek is bent over a little because giant gingerbread monster footsteps can be jarring and you need to brace your body for impact). Now, I couldn’t find a full body picture or character model of Mongo, but I could find one of Gingy. They do have the same proportions.

Here’s the model I used. He’s a bit bent, but I made do. Using MS Paint again, I measured about six feet on this model if it were Mongo sized.

Now using the line tool, I measured the space between the two lines and made new lines according to where the space ended. Here’s the final result:

So this is about 12 lines worth of space. The top of his head didn’t make it another six feet, so let’s say it’s three feet. Plug 12.5 and 6 into the calculator in and…

Mongo is 75 feet tall. Add that to your fan wikis.

Now let’s look at Gingy’s size. We need to know how many Gingies make a Mongo. Looking at the picture again, Gingy is a little smaller than Shrek’s head.

So if we look up the size of the average head, we get…

About nine inches. Let’s just say nine. Nine inches is 0.75 feet.

It takes 100 Gingies to make one Mongo. Assuming Gingy is the same size as an average gingerbread man that Muffin Man makes, let’s assume further and say he’s an average gingerbread man.

I found this snip from this recipe by the Food Network. Since Gingy is nine inches tall, we need to tweak this a bit.

If my calculations are correct and I’m not a fool, each batch makes four cookies. We would need 25 batches to make a Mongo. That’s 75 cups flour, 25 teaspoons baking soda, 18 ¾ teaspoons ground cinnamon and ground ginger, 12 ½ teaspoons ground allspice, ground cloves, and salt, 6 ¼ teaspoon milled black pepper (for whatever reason), 25 sticks of butter, 6 ¼ cups of room temperature vegetable shortening, 12 ½ cups packed light brown sugar, 16 2/3 cups of molasses, and 25 large eggs! Jesus, now the Muffin Man’s in crippling debt. And that’s just the cookie part!

Assuming this humble, gentle soul makes his own icing, he would need 25 pounds of confectioners’ sugar, 50 tablespoons of dried egg-white powder he would have to dry himself, and 150 tablespoons of water. I feel so sorry for this man.

Not to mention, Far Far Away can’t possibly sell gumdrops that big, so he’d have to melt them down, build a giant bowl of some sort, wait for them to solidify, take them out as to not damage them, and sprinkle sugar on them before animating his giant, expensive monster.

The melting point of gumdrops, I could not find. But I assume they have a slightly higher melting point than, say syrup sap. And it might also stick horrifically to any pan. So we need an open flame, like a bonfire, and we need it hot enough to melt the gumdrops inside of a big enough bowl. Something like pictured here from Little House In The Big Woods:

So we would need one or two of these set up. Thankfully, our boy Muffin Man lives in a place with quite a few trees.

They are a little ways off, though. Chopping one down, getting chains to propel the pot up, and starting a dangerously hot fire as well as stirring quite close to it would take for ever. And melting that many gumdrops would take forever. So would cooling them.

Now onto the actual bake time. Shrek does take place in what I presume to be Midevil Germany, judging by the architecture, clothing, and art style in the books. Though it has many modern conveniences, such as fast food and concert lighting/sound systems.

So I assume that even a somewhat seemingly poor/lower middle class single baker dude can afford a good oven. Let’s say this type of oven.

Now this is a pretty small oven. How could Muffins possibly create a 75-foot gingerbread man with this small of an oven? It’s impossible. He would have to bake him piece by piece, then somehow paste him all together. And he wouldn’t see a single penny of his back breaking work! Shrek never paid him, and Mongo ended up a soggy mess in the bottom of a river anyway, so all of that time, energy, money, work was all for nothing!

And no, I’m not acknowledging Shrek The 3rd.

Anyway suppose he did paste Mongo piece by piece. How long would it take for him to bake each piece? Let’s look at his model again.

Splitting up the model into head, upper torso, mid torso, left and right arm/hand/leg/shin/foot, and lower torso, we get something like this:

These can sit in the oven more easily. If we break it in half it would be easier.

There we go. If we make twice the amount of icing we need, then we can paste him back together, like Humpty Dumpty.

Wait…

It’s almost as if Dreamworks wanted someone to do this. Huh.

Anyway, going back to the Food Network recipe. How long does it take for a Mongo to cook? According to the article, it’s about ten minutes. So let’s just say ten minutes. Multiply that by 25, you’ve got 250 minutes in the oven, or a little over four hours to bake an entire Mongo.

It takes 5 minutes to cool a batch. so that’s 150 minutes, or a little over two hours. That’s six hours to bake and cool a Mongo.

So about saving Fiona…

It’s not happening. An oven like the one Muffins has cannot be hot enough to bake it and make it cook enough to not burn nor be raw in enough time to still get to the castle and save Fiona. Especially after mixing each batch, making the giant gumdrops, icing gluing, giving life, baking time, and cooling time. Just by estimating, mixing all that stuff together could take, like, an hour at the most. Plus the gumdrop issue; I wouldn’t be surprised if it took two and a half hours. Don’t forget giving Mongo life. I would expect another two and a half hours since an electric spark of Mary Shelly proportions can be made in a somewhat modern home with the right equipment, but Muffins probably has to make/go out to get the right equipment. (That’s how I remember Mongo being alive correct me if I’m wrong).

Add all of that up, and that’s 12 hours.

TWELVE HOURS.

That’s over 202 times of playing Shrek’s cover of “I Need A Hero.” That’s like playing Shrek 2 in full over eight times. Basically, Fiona is doomed and Shrek should have used a carriage ordering service.

TLDR; Shrek 2 is impossible and Mongo takes a lot of time and effort to make.

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ritacaroline · 6 years ago

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Bonz Fan Fiction Ch. 11

Record Shop Madness

The next morning, Laura woke up, feeling great. She was alone in the bedroom, but she heard John speaking from the living room. Sounded like he was on the phone, but she didn’t hear anything of what he was saying. She just relaxed there for a few minutes. Next she heard his steps heading toward her. “Oh, you’re awake angel. Did you have a good rest ?” he asked. “Yes, great,” she answered.

“Well, I was just speaking with Jim and Robert on the phone. Tonight, we have a practice right after dinner. Would you like to join us ? It’s at the studio out in town. You won’t be in the way. Totally up to you.” “Uhmm, well, I would like to, but how can we know I won’t be unwelcome ? Or a distraction. That’s what might keep me from going.” she said. “I just discussed it with Jim and Robert and they have no problem with it. Robert’s girlfriend is gonna be there and so’s Jimmy’s. John Paul is married but his wife is staying home with their kids. So, think about it. We would be leaving about 6:30 this evening. Oh, one other thing, my love. I have an invitation for you. Since you’ve been here, we’ve spent every night together and I’ve loved having you here. I’m trying to ask you if you would like to keep staying here with me. Move in here with me.“

“Wow, that’ s a big step.” she said. “I do love staying here with you. But, I’m not sure I want to be reliant on you, that’s a lot to put onto you. Maybe if I got a job first, so I could pay my own way.”

“Whatever you want darling. But you sure wouldn't need to. I make a lot of money. And having you here would be a pleasure for me. I love your company and you make me really happy. “ he responded.

“Well, You make me really happy too. I would really like to,..stay with you.” she stated. He put his arms around her and squeezed her tightly against himself kissing her at her throat and her forehead and every where he could. She was grinning like crazy and laughing. They were just so excited and ready to try this arrangement. A little later, they drove to her hotel and picked up all her clothes and other things and brought them back to the farmhouse. John was so pleased. And he gave Laurie her own closet and a few drawers in his dresser. He also gave her an additional room for herself, one of the guest rooms. So she could do whatever she wanted, like her hair or her makeup, talk on the phone, read, relax for some privacy. Whatever she felt like. And it had it’s own attached bathroom and bathtub, so she didn’t have to share with him. She was absolutely thrilled with the new set up and she was beyond joyful to be able to be with John all the time. She was really in love.

The two of them went out to the barn and walked out the two horses. Then took them out for a nice trot and a little galloping. Laurie was absolutely loving it, riding the gorgeous Gingy through the trails with John. They just adored the fresh air in their lungs and the entire concept of the woods and nature and the horses under them, taking care of them. During the riding, John was telling Laurie that today was the day the cleaning lady would be in. She’d do the regular cleaning chores, and also make several home cooked meals for the week. He had told Mrs. Heckshire by phone, prior to the ride, that Laurie would be staying. So he requested that she accommodate for her when preparing the food for the week. And Mrs. H. found it to be a pleasure to be having another woman around. It suited her very well. She was actually very happy for John to have found someone he cared for. He’d been alone for quite awhile. And Mrs. H. was thrilled for him, as she felt somewhat motherly toward John. And she wanted for him to have some love in his life.

A few hours had passed as they had been riding Blaze and Gingy around the property. They arrived back to the barn to see Rick tending to the horses stalls and to the goats as well. All the animals had been watered and fed and were enjoying fresh air in the field. Rick had collected the eggs, washed them and stored them in the fridge. Mrs H. had been vacuuming and dusted, cleaning dishes and cooking the whole time they’d been out. It smelled divine in the kitchen. John introduced them, and they each were so pleased to meet each other. Mrs. H. (Joanie), sat down with Laurie and they had a sweet chat, learning a bit about each other. Joanie asked Laurie what types of food did she like and not like, any allergies, to be aware of since Joanie would be cooking for them. It turned out that there was nothing to be made aware of, and Laurie was easy to please in the cooking department. Very simple. Joanie had been baking individual potpies, A few Italian dishes like lasagna and chicken francese, and a beef mushroom dish for the week. As well as soup and salad for them. Everything looked fantastic. 2 pitchers of iced tea for the week.

John asked Laurie to come into town with him for awhile, and he drove to a few clothing stores. He helped her pick out some new clothes which she’d need for various occasions she’d be going to, along with Led Zeppelin. He didn’t want her to have to panic if an event came up and she had no pretty dress or gown to wear for something elegant. Also, they got her riding boots, jeans for riding or for out in the fields. Also some pretty matching underwear and some nice nightgowns. She felt like a princess and he insisted on covering the charges. Because he claimed, if she wasn’t there due to him, then she wouldn’t need all these things. And she certainly couldn’t argue with him, so she allowed it. He was so happy to do this for her, take care of her. He was gushing inside to be able to do something caring for his love. When they got home, Mrs. H. had filled the fridge with groceries from town, and also had hot soup warming in the slow cooker for them with fresh crusty bread and butter on the table. He got out bowls and utensils, and she got out some drinks for them. And they had a really healthy hot meal. With cider. She was just loving the country outdoorsy life she was shown and felt gratified to be joining him in it. They had a couple hours before time to leave, and Laurie told him that she would like to go to the practice afterall. After the meal, they went into his room to have a little rest. They pulled the covers over them, and took a nap of about 45 mins, with his arm around her as they slept. When they awoke it was about 5pm. And John started kissing her all around her mouth and they were immersed in some very sensual kissing for a pretty long while, until they were both on fire for each other. Her warm hands massaging his tummy in such a loving way, was way more than enough to have him blazing hot for her love. Of course soon they were naked and touching each other in a slow sexy way. He was telling her, ”Laur, you’re so soft in my hands. And I need you now, I need to make love to you.” She quietly whispered to him that nothing would make her happier right now. So he began kissing her all over her body again and she was absolutely aching for him. He was on top of her this time and it was like a beautiful evening of pure bliss for her. He was so caring and patient and loving as he loved her so thoroughly. She was satisfied beyond expectations. He was in love with every little part of her body, that there was nothing to be left disappointed about, once he began making love to her. And even as they were done, John whispered to her, “I’m so in love with you.” as they lay there in ecstacy.

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