Kill Me 1863 Times, Am I Forgetting Something Really Important Such As A Goal Im Working Towards Like,

kill me 1863 times, am I forgetting something really important such as a goal I’m working towards like, hypothetically, discovering the truth of this world beyond the narrative I’m written into

Kill me once, shame on you. Kill me twice, how did you did that.

When Klein says he knows some angels

The angels in question :

Two of the people in the picture are not angels

Ink Demonth 2024 Day 2 : Tea

Tea

Jack Fain recalled that he used to enjoy drinking tea once in his life. The process making it was rather calming, too. He remembered he would patiently wait for the tea to emit a lovely aroma, and while doing so, he’d write down the lyrics to Sammy’s newest song. Inspiration hit him best, then.

There was just about one downside to tea, though.

The fact that its texture is always crystal clear.

Of course, that was simply a true statement. It is hot water, combined with leaves. What else could it be, if not a pristine, watery substance?

He didn’t like it because it was easy to notice if the drink had been tampered with.

Jack gasped for air.

How long has it been since he switched from drinking tea to coffee?

How long has it been since the thought of growing malice, envy yet reverence towards Sammy, began to slowly creep into his mind?

His memories blurred as he tried to recall. Or perhaps, it began to blur because his breath was slowly wearing thin.

He thought of the black coffee Sammy would always have each morning.

Sammy liked his coffee with just a little milk, causing its texture to thicken slightly, and coupled with its already dark hue, one could barely notice..

Notice if it was spiked with something that shouldn’t be drunk.

….

The lyricist began to miss the time when he favored tea over coffee.

……

Maybe, he would’ve been able to restrain his thoughts a little better.

Maybe then, would he not be in this terrible, truly tragic predicament.

His- ah, could they even be called friends at this point?- Sammy, Sammy wouldn’t have to choke this bastard that stabbed him in the back out of selfish reasons. 

Jack wanted to let out a dry laugh, but he could only muster a cough as his body was thrown ruthlessly to the ground, the splinters in the aged wooden floor prickling his skin, as if they were nails pinning him to the ground.

He quietly looked up as his vision began to blur along with his consciousness.

A face with no facial features locked onto him a gaze that penetrated his soul.

Bendy : The Untrusted AU - Act 1 (Part 1/5)

Read that Train chapter in LOTM (I forgot the exact numbers, think it was 966.. something?) and my TMA brain was like “this is gonna make one hell of a Stranger statement 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥” I should relisten to Protocol’s creepy Goodwill episode again

The image of the Archivist we know and love standing off against Ink5oul just ominously staring at them and holding a recorder (with teeth) in his hand like some random weapon he picked up and then just yeeting it at Ink5oul going “go fetch!!” makes me crack up.

Also for some reason I think of Jon just looking over the OIAR members and being like “NUH uh, you aren’t dying. Not today.” And just randomly showing up to protect them like “sorry people you gotta start rambling about your deepest fears before I can ward off these avatars(?)” and then just dipping after, completely fitting the bill of some terrifying external they can’t control.

Actually, what if he needs to feed off the fear first before he can act rashly since he still seems to be somewhat stuck in the PC and probably can’t do crazy stuff yet.

I can’t see Jon intentionally acting like a monster often, though. But who knows, he already has the theatre kid vibe since S1 of TMA.

so i made one of those palette challenge things?? send me a character+a palette name and i’ll draw them in that palette yo.

also feel free to reblog this for ur followers to challenge u

all palettes courtesy of @color-palettes