'the machine spam'

so I did a bit of looking

as it turns out, this UTTP Bendy hate group actually seems to be delusional

they keep talking to bloggers and referring to them as “Bendy,” so I checked ‘em out on YouTube – there are several videos by different users talking about how “Bendy the Dancing Demon is real” and he “lives in New Jersey or New York” and “must be found”

so, er

we’re dealing with some

pretty interesting people, folks


We made an acoustic guitar cover of “Build Our Machine” from Bendy and the Ink Machine :)

Oh neato! ^^

Sorry about all the Bendy and the Ink Machine spam lately…I’m just really intrigued by the story and the characters. XD Plus, drawing different characters is helping me get through an art block. So, if anyone wants to send me some BATIM prompts, I might do a few. I’m in the mood for some sketching. Feel free to send in some Gravity Falls prompts too. (How can I say no to drawing more Ford?)

Hey remember those prompts I asked for? I’m still working through them, I haven’t forgotten about any of you! :D

I kept getting ahead of myself with this one and I had to keep doubling back to make sure I actually addressed the prompt, haha. But I like how this turned out. Once again, I’m incapable of short fills. Oops. Enjoy!

“Sickbay to Bridge.”

“Go ahead, Bones,” Jim answered promptly, beating Uhura to the punch. He’d been signing reports for three hours straight and he’d almost welcome a full allergy panel of hyposprays to escape from it. Almost.

“Just because you’re bored with your job doesn’t mean you get to mooch off mine,” Uhura jibed good-naturedly.

Jim’s attempt at a retort was cut off by Bones’s reply, “You need to get to Sickbay. Now.”

Bones sounded stern, like Jim had been avoiding his physical for a week (which for once was not an issue, he’d actually showed up for his physical on time last month, thank you very much), but for the life of him Jim couldn’t think of any appointment he may have missed.


Jim paused at his tone; Bones didn’t sound stern, he realized, he sounded concerned.

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From the outside it would be easy enough to dismiss the so called King of Los Santos. Geoff Ramsey might have come from a legendary crew but he’s a long way from The Rooster’s now, and lord knows talents fade fast in this game. There are those who would claim his image was a distraction, the expensive suits, the overly-confident demeanour, the highly skilled crew, all used to hide his weaknesses.

Here’s the thing though. For all they push and mock and act out, every single member of his crew comes when he calls. Every one of them have proven their loyalty time and time again, and there has never been so much as a rumbling about a takeover. And that? Well that should give you pause.

Every member of the Fake AH Crew has a reputation, the kind that’s whispered in dark corners and grows with every telling. The time bombs, the vicious thrill seekers, the boogeymen - the kind of people even fellow criminals know to avoid. Ally or enemy its an undeniable fact that the world will be a safer place when they’re all dead and buried.

So consider, for a moment, what kind of man could lead them. Could not only convince them, notorious lone wolves and trouble makers all, to work together, but also to accept him as their uncontested leader. The kind of man who could look at the country’s most corrupt and depraved city and see a throne.

Its unfortunate, really, that many don’t stop to think until its too late. Can’t shake their swagger and bravado until the curtain falls and reveals not an ageing has-been, not fear or incompetence but cold calculation and a shark-toothed grin.

Thinking is rarely a problem for them after that.