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nayialovecat · 3 years

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The Ink Demonth - Day 31. Illusion

Due to minor turbulences, the family did not manage to board her ship going directly to Rome and will have to wait a while. And what can you do while waiting in New York, how not to go to Broadway, where Marvelous Magenta, the famous illusionist, is performing? :D

Okay. If anyone recognizes this character from my soooooo subtle references then congratulations - yes, this is Joey "Magenta" Drew from the comics "Abomination" by Halfusek, who happens to be also the organizer of the Ink Demonth. It was not intentional on my part, but when while drawing the sketch, Mr Illusionist came out disturbingly similar to Magenta, and by the way, I noticed that Illusion is the last day of the event, which means that this picture will be my grand finale (and not Dance, as it should be, a bit sad), I decided that this opportunity cannot be ignored! I'm curious if Magenta is aware of what kind of audience he has. He might be surprised by XD As you can see, the family enjoys the illusionist show very much, although I personally hope that someone aware of Henry Jr what the trick with cutting a human is about before he's trying to cut his brother in half... Hurray! Managed to! I finished the whole event and I did it before the time runs out! Just look at the map

- no white spots (or rather black lines). Everything is nice and colourful. I'm really touched. Technically, I'm really happy with the glitter in this picture. I wanted the illusionist and his pretty assistant were shinening, and at the last moment I also made the glittering logo. By the way, I am very proud of it - I played a bit with the shape of the letters and I think it turned out nice. I'm also proud of the way I put my signature here. This is probably one of my favourites! Overall, I think I did a great job and I'm very happy that I got through with it all. The summary of the event and the chronological arrangement of the pictures will appear soon - let me breathe now and rest for a while. Thanks for traveling together on behalf of me and Bendy's Family! Entry to the Ink Demonth 2021 - Day 31. Illusion.

#The Ink Demonth #Bendy and the Ink Machine #Bendy #Ink Bendy #Ink Demon #Sammy #Sammy Jr #Henry Jr #Bendy Jr #Samdy Kids #Bendy's Family #BATIM #SATIM #Joey Magenta Drew #Abomination #I am curious about what (or whom) he got out of the hat :)#Glitter. Lots of glitter.#MLP new movie reference in hashtags X"D #I DID IT!

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halfusek · 8 months

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GAME!

#i love drawing in ms paint idk just the pen being so crunchy is so fun #bendy and the ink machine #henry stein #joey drew #marshmallow #magenta #halfart

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insane-control-room · 1 month

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rinse and repeat

His job was a grisly one- find the works of the avatars, document them, and then undo them. Then prevent them. Most of the avatars did not like him constantly 'destroying' their work. Most. Not all of them.

rated: T warnings: described death. AU: TMA Length: 1,500 words (short-medium) notes: i don't know much about TMA, but im having a fun time with friends talking about aus so :3

gift fic for @halfusek ft. magenda (as i unaffectionately call this one)

ao3 link here

The pervasive smell in the room clued him off before anything else. It was the sense of dread worsening that immediately followed, an apprehension that made his stomach knot. A flashlight was beaming towards his feet, red slick appearing at the edges of the fallen beam.

Johan did not want to turn on the light, though he could see the words superimposed on the wall above the small switch, a demand rather than a thought. Steeling himself, he flicked it on, filling the room with an unsteady, buzzing light.

Immediately, regret- no, not regret, some other sad emotion- filled him.

The filing room had a desk with three chairs in the center- or usually situated in the center, as they had been moved aside for a ladder that now took stage center left. A few papers were scattered about, ruffling Johan mildly. However, his job was not a pleasant one, and sometimes included observing mis-managed paperwork, and… other, worse things. Such as the corpse - his true purpose for entering the room. He noted the body, at true stage center, was perhaps two or three hours old.

It was a gruesome death.

Suffocation, electrocution, and decapitation all played their roles.

It was hard to tell which had killed him, though Johan snapped on a pair of gloves, and set himself to documenting the gritty scene.

A ladder.

A box of tools.

Electrician’s gear taken out.

It seemed like Bert- the man had taken upon himself to fix a faulty wire. Johan followed the trail to the circuit board and fuse box, and broke past the paneling to see the back of the fuses.

A group of four were miswired. The dead man had turned off the wrong one, without even knowing it.

It made Johan frown and sigh. How pointless.

He returned to the ladder, climbing upwards. Several wires were already dangling loosely, and Johan narrowed his eyes as he attempted to determine the sequence of events.

One of the wires hummed quietly.

Johan traced its path, noting the bloodied loop at one ridge. That would be the decapitation, potentially if the man had fallen forward. Pulling out a tape measure, he checked the likely trajectory. Unfortunately, it lined up. Which meant that indeed, the decapitation had happened last.

A pity.

It would have been the fastest death.

Johan nudged the ladder. It was sturdy. He looked along the wire, along the corpse.

The bruising by the neck was no longer severe, as it all had been, well, cut, but from what he could see, there had been significant pressure upon it. If Johan were to piece together the order of events (which was exactly what he was doing at the moment), he would have said as follows.

Bertrum turned off the fuse box, unaware that what he was turning off had nothing to do with the task he had taken upon himself. As the light switch was off, and the flashlight lay dimming, Johan decided that the man had not bothered to check the lights when he entered the room, setting down supplies. Had he paused to ensure that the fuse was off, he may have survived.

Doubtful.

Some other unfortunate happenstance would have occurred, perhaps more grisly than this.

Regardless. Continuing reconstruction.

Bertrum had then climbed up the ladder, and began working on rewiring the faulty electrical system. A significant burn on his hand, searing through to his flesh, explained the rest. While he was removing the old wire, he had gotten entangled, and as he had tried to pull it off, his hand brushed an unexposed part of the live wire. Then, with his body stiffening to the current, he must have lost his balance.

Severing his throat on the wire.

Johan was meticulous in his documentation. If he was not, he may miss something in the next run that would result in another failure. Or he might get himself… quite hurt. Usually the latter always left him snapping awake in his threadbare bed, gasping for breath and with a dull painful sensation in his chest, ready to try again. However, that was an outcome he tried to avoid.

Speaking of things that one tried to avoid….

Johan heard him before he saw him, the slightly off rhythm gait giving him away. Glancing around the room with a sigh, he acknowledged that:

Magenta had some connection to the death;

Magenta was drawn towards it, like a fly to rotting flesh.

It may have been both.

He said nothing as the other lanky man entered the room, smiling.

Magenta surveyed the scene calmly, suppressing a shiver of delight. He said nothing to Johan, who was marking which of the wires were live. Johan rolled his eyes, and went back to examining the bad wire to determine where its true source really was to make sure that when he corrected this misconstrued blip, he did it properly - once. Magenta watched him work with a smile blandly painted over his face.

Eventually, Johan pulled out a chair, on the opposite side of the table from the corpse, and sat in it heavily, another sigh fighting to escape him. Magenta watched keenly, though his eyes were half open. Johan moved back a second chair, silently expectant, and Magenta sat in it.

“This one is fun, isn't it?” Magenta commented lightly, a smile still on his face. Johan shrugged glumly, staring at the paperwork before him instead of the body just beyond the desk. Unique, certainly; saddening, yes. Not quite so ‘fun’ for him, especially when one considered what his job entailed. “Don’t look so down, Jo!”

“Kinda hard not to when there’s a dead body in f-front of me,” Johan retorted, brow furrowing and mouth twitching downwards. Magenta shrugged, smiling still. “And when it’s so….”

“Purposeful?” Magenta questioned, teeth glinting in his smile. Johan stared at him, not enjoying the shudder of upset that he tried to hide. Magenta noticed it anyway. “Well, maybe that’s not the right word. Artistic might be a better one.”

“Right,” Johan mumbled. It surely was an artistic death. “Maybe the creator might have done well to warn me. Content warnings or w-whatever.”

Here Magenta frowned.

Johan looked away, abashed.

“S-sorry. That was unkind of me. I’m on edge.”

“Sure,” Magenta rolled his eyes, leaning back. Johan stood, picking up the clipboard, making some final measurements and documentations. “Don’t forget the dead fuse.”

Johan tilted his head as he looked at him. Magenta raised an eyebrow, a silent dare to check him. Johan saw no need to do so- as he would be able to check when he would do his… ‘cleanup’. Not to mention, despite the man’s goals, Johan trusted Magenta. Which may have been the fault of memories not his own.

The older man matched the tilt of his head, humorous.

“What?” he asked, a slight grin at the edges of his mouth. Johan’s lips parted to say something, and then closed. Magenta’s smile broadened cheekily, eyes flashing. “Oh, dear. Be more careful, Jo! We wouldn’t want…” Magenta glanced at Bertrum’s mutilated, burned corpse, fighting his smile from growing wider. “An accident.”

“Why d-did you tell me about it?” Johan asked, faced with a troubled emotion that he locked up and decided that he would not think about or confront. Magenta’s smile remained unchanging. “Mag….”

The other man stood up, still evenly looking at Johan.

“You’re smart, Jo,” the avatar of The End chided, tapping the end of Johan’s nose. “Think about it.”

“The resetting, I kn-know,” Johan replied, pursing his lips. He knew why Magenta was much more tranquil and compliant around him than the other essences of fears, who generally disliked watching Johan undo their work time after time. Not Magenta, though. Magenta was quite happy with the fact that he was able to expand on his medium repeatedly thanks to Johan’s role. “But why warn me a-about the fuse not working? You know what h-happens to me if… an ‘accident’ does occur.”

Magenta shrugged, smile still on his face.

“Thought it might make your day a bit better,” Magenta brightly replied. Johan looked away, face warming. “I’m sure that whatever weird process renews you is no party.”

“It’s… it’s definitely not, no,” Johan agreed, feeling pain creeping along his spine. He exhaled, softening, managing a small smile on his stressed visage. “So… I thank you.”

“It’s nothing, Jo,” Magenta’s own relaxed smile was dazzling, toothy and bright; yet sharklike. It made a trickle of fluster bloom in Johan’s chest, worsened by his next words. “I’m sure you’ll figure out a nicer way to thank me, don’t you think?”

Johan did not reply, looking away, face heating considerably. Magenta laughed a little, a chuckle, and Johan’s blushing intensified. A hand brushed his cheek as Magenta sauntered out of the room.

Johan watched him leave, words he could not describe resting on his tongue, unsure if he should go after the man, properly ‘thank’ him.

Instead, Johan checked his paperwork, inhaled, and reset.

#control art #control writes #batim #bendy and the ink machine #joey drew #johan ramirez #magenta #gift fic #tma au #batim tma #joeyverse #joeyverse tma #complicated relationships #tw death #tw described death #magenda #avatar of the end #archivist jo #slight tension

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fishymom-art · 4 years

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WIsh @halfusek a Happy Birthday <333

Premiering in 5 hours!

Song by Me

Organized and edited by @rinkopatateneko

Artists: @ask-the-hellion-studio ( @fullmoondaggers-art ), @waruihoshi, @sassinapaperbag, @randomwriteronline , @sky-lia, @pineappleoracle ( @pineappleorakel @inkylegacy ), @zingio, @minty-pupper , @ichaisme , @creekstufflings , @strepsilkiing

Poem by @pipesflowforeverandever

#abomination #batim #bendy and the ink machine #joey drew #joey magenta drew #magenta #original song #animation

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mutatedleemon · 4 years

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Hey! It’s Valentines Day!

Wanted to draw something for people I know the most here and consider my friends :>

Happy Love’s day @meeychanco , @obscurelog , @halfusek & @fishymom-art

I hope y’all have a wonderful day, no one will make you upset and you will celebrate (or not) it well. Love yourself, each other and everyone around you who loves you.

Love you all. You are awesome people <3

(and yeah there’s a mistake one Meey’s drawing, I didn’t color the words bubble I’m very sorry)

#valentines day #valentin #fishymom-art #obscurelog #halfusek #meeychanco #metal bendy #joey magenta drew #tenshi #is this her name ???#jammy #purple guy #alice angel #joey drew #bendy #ink demon #metal & ink au #i love you guys thanks that you are in my life

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kayuripax · 5 years

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I blame @lost-seal on giving me this idea in a conversation where we mused on how tall the puppets would be if they were human sized. When they said that Ms. Undertaker is seven feet tall, I replied that she’d be as tall as @halfusek Magenta in that case. And then we somehow got to these two duking it out in a Denny’s parking lot.

#BATIM #'Bendy and the ink machine #SB #Showdown Bandit #Ms. Undertaker #Ms. Lorelei Undertaker #joey drew #Magenta #Joey Magenta Drew #TW: Bruises #photographic background #Sorry but I can't draw a Denny's parking lot so you have to make due with a photo #Get him Lori

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mimikiplovesgaming · 5 years

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Abandoned by God pt.2

I realized as much as I love leaving people on cliffhangers, I want to continue this and have a showdown between Mimi and Joey(Magenta)

@halfusek Hope you're ready.

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Joey was pissed. How did a little nuisance such as this enter his sanctuary? The door had still been locked. It didn’t matter; he’d dispose of it anyway~. Perhaps he could use it for his experiments.

“Heheheh...it appears I have a pest problem. No matter, I guess I’ll have to deal with this myself~.” he sneered.

Mimi had to admit, she was a little terrified. This Joey was far scarier than Hyde was. It would seem that fighting was inevitable.

“You can try to kill me, but you’ll have to actually make an effort to do that.” she taunted, stepping back out through the bars of Bendy’s cell.

Joey brought the ax downward, but she jumped to the side. The ax crashed into the wooden floor, making splinters of the wood fly.

“You little shit!” he growled.

Mimi simply glared, her black hand whipped out of her costume. Her claws began to glow purple and become larger. She used Shadow Claw and swiped at his feet, sending him falling backward onto the floor.

Although he was an asshole and a monster, she wasn’t planning to kill him. No, she would do something much, much worse.

Joey stood up, his ruby eyes ablaze with fury. Joey swung the ax at Mimi, but this time she didn’t move. He smiled sadistically.

In one swift motion, the cloth head of the costume was ripped off, the sound of fabric being torn apart. The head rolled to the floor and Mimi collapsed to the ground, her breathing stilled and her body becoming limp.

Joey laughed in triumph. “Such a pathetic creature,” he turned to Bendy in his cell. “Almost as pathetic as you.”

Of course, Bendy said nothing. It was staring at the body of Mimi on the ground. Joey picked it up like it was a dirty rag.

“What is this thing anyway? It kinda smells...” he muttered as he held it between his forefinger and thumb.

Suddenly, the lights in the room began to flicker. The air around him became cold and he could see his breath fog in front of him.

Mimi’s body started to twitch. He dropped her with a small yelp. She hit the floor with a soft thud. A deep chuckle resonated around the small room as her body picked itself up.

“A pathetic creature, hm?” Joey could only watch in horror as a black and purple fog began to flow from the stump of her neck’s costume. “I think you sir are the pathetic one.”

It was then he noticed where her eyes were. He thought they were only fake button eyes sewn on to confuse someone, but now they were glowing red.

“You should have aimed a little lower, Joey Magenta Drew.”

He screamed as inky black darkness came out of the costume and lunged toward him. The last thing he saw was the pair of red eyes before he blacked out...

Mimikip hummed happily as she applied a thick layer of glue to the cloth Mudkip head and stuck it back on the neck. It was a temporary solution until she could properly sew it back on.

She went over to Bendy, who wiggled happily seeing its new friend still alive.

“Sorry that you had to see that, Bendy. I don’t like it when people are mean.” she glanced over at Joey, who was slumped against the wall. He was alive but unconscious.

“I only gave him a small glimpse of my true form. Anything more than that would’ve killed him,” she explained, turning back to the squishy ink mass.

“I don’t understand why, but...I pity him. Maybe it’s because we’re both monsters...”

Bendy whimpered and tried to stick a small bit of its shoulder through the bars, almost like it wanted to comfort her.

“Aww, Bendy. You really are a big sweetheart, aren’t you?” she said as she touched its face lovingly.

“I have to go before he wakes up. I promise that I’ll come back and see you again, okay buddy?”

Bendy nodded, looking a little sad yet hopeful. Mimi turned and scurried out the door, but not before flipping the bird at the unconscious man. Using Phantom Force once more, she leaped through the portal to head out of the studio.

Bendy watched her leave. One word resonated through its inky head.

“F....frie....nd....”

The End

#gifts for halfusek #abomination #mimikip #joey magenta drew #batim #writing #fanfic

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