Something Something Lee Hakhyun

Something something Lee Hakhyun

When you have a character that you can’t actively read atm but whatever you hear about them you absolutely adore in every single way possible and think to yourself “yes, one more to add to my blorbo collection” even though all you understand about them is bits n pieces and out of context things. That’s my opinion towards Lee Hakhyun.

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LOTM Vol 4’s ending

You nearly just died multiple times. You nearly gave up but you can’t, because this man was the result of many tragedies, including yours. You think of the face you hadn’t seen for a long time, realizing he had always been around after all. This revenge was for you, and for him as well. Then he shows up, not as Sherlock Moriarty, not as Gehrman Sparrow, but as the face you always knew. It’s so familiar. Yet, is that really the true him? Had you ever known him? He enacts the revenge, while the person who stuck together with you from the beginning, the one who also fought for a bygone, familiar person, dies peacefully in his arms, while he wears another familiar face. You think you see him again, then he seems to take on another face again in that moment. It’s as if he has gone far away again. It’s so familiar, that stranger.

I finished Volume 1 of LOTM, and after kicking screaming about the discombobulated state of the Nighthawks, and watching Klein do the laughing and smiling thing again-

I went out later, and there was a family sitting next to our table at a restaurant. I didn’t notice they had a baby until it cried. I don’t see babies often, so why did it have to be the same day as when I just finished reading a very horrible attempt at aborting a demonic baby.

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)

It was a happy smile.

An exaggerated smile.

A ridiculous smile.

A drawing for finishing LOTM Volume 1!

Ink Demonth 2024 Day 1 : Nostalgia

Nostalgia

A gloomy silence washed over the strange yet homely world of sepia and black over and over again. Occasionally, Henry would hear the scream of a monster being torn apart by another, or the careless laughter of another entity erupting from deep within their madness.

He stared at the world that was once in his control.

The lines he drew, the meticulousness that went into drawing each and every frame, the expressions he made for each character.

Everything was breathing around him now.

He simulated the feeling of drawing in a long breath once again, even though he was already aware that he could never truly ‘breathe’.

Bendy.

It was the work that ignited a spark to a dream, a dream of such a long, long time ago.

Henry glanced over to a scene slowly materializing itself into the space. It was of his old desk, the rickety chair that accompanied it, and the unfinished frame of ‘Tombstone Picnic’ next to a small inkwell.

He watched as the inkwell, without any force nor interference, toppled itself over, spilling ink everywhere but the paper on the desk.

The scene slowly faded away.

“How nostalgic, isn’t it?” 

The mysterious figure opposite to him waved their hand, as if to brush away that scene he just saw.

Henry narrowed his eyes at the figure.

The figure seemed to move its lips in a bid to smile, but the unnatural construct of its being simply made it look like some sort of jarring, weird movement instead.

“Now, can you recall something?” 

Bendy : The Untrusted AU - Final Reminiscence (Part 5/5)