#I am a menance tonight with this man

[hoth-and-cold]

This datapad is very very interesting

[nochiquinn]

campaign 2 episode 130: get high, find a god

at this point I'm never actually listening to one of these bc the lack of context almost makes it better

mala: NordVPN pays for this because they could never create anything as good. actually, you know how most of the great Renaissance art was commissioned by a patron? that's the NordVPN ads. the nordverse is comparable with the Sistine Chapel.

am ready to see matt flirt with himself

youtube doesn't have captions on :(

"particularly drippy" I hate it

the collective panic attack happening in this room vs the carefully crafted professional facades

imagine trying to chase a child down when they're armed with a ranged weapon

chicken fingers are canon now

I had a lunch lady like this I'm pretty sure

the gentleman is a fucking dork

"what have you done" you want the cliffnotes or

jester

"hardened criminal is actually enormous nerd with collected family" is my favorite trope

the gentleman is one of luc's uncles now

congratulations, a daughter and a nephew in the same six months

"it's blue on blue on blue"

leave him alone, you've put him through enough tonight

"kind of pinterestry"

it's meth

fantasy meth

mala: yeza side novel when

I want books about the brenattos. give me yeza trying to single-parent a tiny rogue in training and a disappearing dog. give me luc telling his friends stories about his mom that no one believes. give me the fantasy domestics matt.

yeza please work for the gentleman, it's the safest you could possibly be (because if you get hurt marion will obliterate him)

mala: Jester: -winks- The Gentleman: haha...im in danger

"I have some questions for you" question one: what the fuck

cosplay group

I want this art by the end of the episode

pumat Knows

fuck you travis I was eating

pumat

Firbolgs Cannot Lie

spice not appearing in this movie

taliesin: person (derogatory)

"where did you get it?" you can't just ask people where they got their incredibly cursed armor, pumat, god

marion lavorre deserves only good things in life

I was okay and then "I don't want a martyr for a daughter" got me

I need art of marion walking in on the gentleman being an absolute wreck

I'm pretty sure "adventures in chemistry" was the name of my eighth-grade science textbook

"maybe he'll rebel and be super boring"

"the person you are trying to message has been disconnected" "only a few people are gonna understand that" I am aware of my age, ty travis

yussa you DAMNED fool

"I don't fear for his happiness. Well done."

"fjord's looking flammable" "always does"

travis with the menancing fidget spinner

"he's got a lot of siblings" "and they all have the same name"

"I cast Exposition. Third level." "Counterspell."

"has to be me, someone else might have gotten it wrong"

"look at what the world has done to my hair" mood honestly

hey taliesin how about no

if everybody in this fuckin cast doesn't stop throwing death flags istg

vengeance

"a blood feud it is then" using this from now on

mala: oh, you saw TMA s5 too, huh?

beau do NOT cold-call the somnovum

ngl I have zoned out this whole time, not any fault of the episode, I just got distracted by something and hyperfocused on that instead of this

mala: Fjord says leave room for Jesus between you and the Somnovum

"if I wanna destroy the campaign with marisha I'll do it!"

this is such a bad plan

this is SUCH a bad plan

I guess it's like taking your hand off the chess piece after you move it

THIS IS SUCH A BAD PLAN

laura: that's bullshit marisha: monk laura: nevermind, that tracks

that sounds cozy as fuck

I miss sleepovers. or like stealing a corner of someone's room at a con.

(I miss being able to sleep on the floor period, my body says No now)

why doesn't my internet ever want me to see a conversation between yasha and the stormlord

matt continues to be a one-man foley machine

hey no what

Yasha Fist-Fights A God

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO EAT THE PLANTS"

"oh no, this is the plot of Gremlins!"

don't feed yasha (flowers) after midnight

mala: [makes a post] me: ....liveblog title

[ask-joeydrewstudios]

Similarly Spiteful, Chapter 16

@disneyphantomlover: ((You know it’s bad when not even Bendy trusts the mechanic. Also, this link is important for the nameless song they play. 9w9 ))

Bendy was rather proud of himself!

Not only was Mr. Sammy Wes happier now, but the Music Director showed him how to play a song on the piano! It was a weird but fun song, and he liked flicking his tail to the beat. Sammy Wes was mumbling some lyrics under his breath, but he refused to sing them outright. It was a little frustrating, but honestly, the demon didn’t care too much. It was more fun learning how to bounce his hand along the black and white keys like the blond did, and make a recognizable melody out of it.

He’d played the song over and over until the melody was stuck in his head! Then he shoved Sammy Wes to the side and played it himself all the way through. “What’s the name of this one??”

The blond man smirked, holding a finger up to his lips to hush him.

Now that only made him all the curious-er! He stood on the bench, his tail circling and snapping around him. “Cmooooon! What’s the name? I wanna know!”

Sammy’s huge hand came down and patted Bendy’s head inbetween the horns, and it took a minute for the demon to realize that noise coming out of the man was a friendly chuckle. “It’s just a lil song that ain’t coming out for a few years. It’ll be reaaall popular in a bit, just you wait.”

WHOA. Bendy felt his eyes grow large from an influx of ink, his little jaw dropping just so. WHOOOOOAAAAAA. He was the first to hear a song?? A big ol’ popular one at that?! Oh gosh! This was fantastic!! This was amazing!! He couldn’t help rocking back and forth on his heels, grinning for all he was worth. “Thanks, Sammy Wes!!”

“Only one thing, ya lil menance.” Even though his Sammy called him a “menace” a lot, it was actually nice hearing it from Sammy Wes. He seemed genuinely teasing and playful about it. Even when he poked Bendy on his nonexistent nose. “Since it’s not coming out for a while, I ain’t telling you the name of it. That fair?”

“Well. NO.” He stopped rocking on his heels as much, pouting a little. But… He did take a second to think about it. It was his special gift from Sammy Wes. “….But I guess I can deal with that. Can I at least call it yer song?”

That made the man smile widely, and he nodded. “Sure thing, buddy.”

Bendy shot off like a bottle rocket then. He needed to share this with Boris and Alice! They’d be soooooo jealous! He got a special song from the other Sammy, and they didn’t. And he’d be the only toon taught to play on Sammy’s piano! …Okay, so it wasn’t their Sammy, but Sammy Wes was close enough! He was almost to the stairs when he saw the ink. Nothing but ink filled the entire stairwell, and the little demon grimaced. Wally was going to freak out when he saw this… And so would Mr. Connor. He needed to find someone else who could fix this… Seeing so much ink like that always made him a little anxious.

Just as he was going to go find someone, a tall man walked right by him. “Oh wonderful… Another leak…” Bendy blinked as the man set down a toolbox on the stairs’ landing and took a few steps into the ink. The ink was already up to his hips when he stopped going down the stairs and stopped to survey the burst pipe. The first thing that the Devil Darling considered was the fact that while he didn’t recognize the man, his voice was familiar. No idea from where though… “Gonna have to replace this whole coupling later.”

Oh! Wait! Now he did! This must be Murray Hill! He’d never seen the man, but he recognized his voice from when he was in the pipes! Maybe he should go hide…

“Hey. Little Demon? Mind passing me a rag out of my kit?”

…..Or he could be addressed?? That was an option he hadn’t considered. “I-…Uhhh….Okay.” He threw open the kit, finding a few rags at the top and tossing one to the mechanic. “Heads up!”

The man didn’t even turn around, but he caught it anyways! Used it to wipe some ink spatters off his face before leaning in. “Much obliged.”

Bendy sat down, watching as the mechanic picked up a few tools, wading back and forth between a few stairs as he replaced the metal that held two pipes together. He was pretty fast, and the little devil enjoyed watching him work. They stayed in silence for a few minutes, with Murray working on the pipe and Bendy humming his new song. It helped lessen his anxiety about seeing SO MUCH INK THERE, but not by much. 

Didn’t help that the demon could only handle silence for so long. “How come you ain’ freaked out by me?”

Murray was wiping his hands with the rag, attempting to sop up some of the ink before it stained his pale hands. “Eh. Seen too many Creations to be really surprised.”

“Creations?” Bendy let his head cock to the side, curiosity getting the better of him. “I thought Joey only made three of us.”

“Well… Other people have the same idea Mr. Drew did.” The man bounced his shoulders in a shrug. The pure lack of surprise in his voice made Bendy’s ink crawl. “It’s why I get called in so much. Help make cartoons like you real.”

…..That made logical sense. At least to his simple protagonist mind. But something felt wrong…. The demon couldn’t place it, but something about that man’s response felt off. Like a nasty note, or a bad model sheet. It wasn’t obviously wrong, but just enough to make him take notice. Joey told him that it took a lot of stuff like blood and ink and knowing the right rituals just to bring one of them to life. Him, Boris, and even Alice were here because of a lot of hard work and sacrificing on Joey’s part. And Murray sounded so… Uninterested. What part about living cartoons was uninteresting?

He pulled himself to his feet, taking a few steps back. “I'mma… I'mma go find Joey. Someone’s gotta tell him about this pipe.” He took off before the mechanic could respond to him. Something felt wrong and he’d feel better being near his Creator. Joey made things better. He may be a crazy, hare-brained man who liked the occult too much, but…. He was his Dad. And when uncomfortable, you go to your Dad.

It took a little longer than he liked to find Joey Drew, with ink starting to drip down his face and obscuring the vision in his left eye. But he tracked the man down and found him in Sammy’s office. He peeked through the glass, and saw Mr. Sammy Wes handing him a sealed envelope. It was soooo hard to hear through the glass, but he tried!

“-is how the boys at my Studio avoided getting drafted. ….It may not work the same here, but it’s a start. Just follow my directions, kay Drew?”

“I can do that. ….But…Would any of this apply to Henry? So he doesn’t get taken?”

“Absolutely. But you cannot- fucking look at me, Joey-you CANNOT open that until the date that’s on there. If you do, it’ll be suspcious.”

“Okay, okay…. I’ll keep this in my study. ….And Sammy Wes? …Thank you. I wouldn’t know where to begin with this… A draft? Why would they need to draft for a war?”

“….I don’t know, Drew. Cuz the military’s got its head up its ass and likes butting in unnessecarily? I couldn’ tell ya.”

Oh geeez… More stuff involving that “deployed” thing. Bendy scowled slightly, walking the short distance to the office door and knocking on it. Joey answered it, and Bendy couldn’t help but latch onto one of his legs and hang on for dear life. He didn’t notice Joey picking him up and holding him close, trying to coax something out of him. He just needed Joey right now. Nothing with that impending human stuff, or that creepy mechanic.

“Hey… What’s wrong, buddy?” That was Mr. Sammy Wes. He felt a second hand on his back, rubbing small circles on his shoulders.

Bendy couldn’t answer.

Joey deflated with a sigh, and Bendy felt a pat on the back of his head. “Cmon. I’ll take you to the office.” The demon felt his Creator start walking, through the door before stopping. “… We can do the ritual tonight, Sammy. Okay?”

“Okay.”

((THERE IS SOMETHING SO WONDERFULLY INNOCENT AND ENERGETIC ABOUT THE WAY YOU WRITE BENDY AND HIS RELATED NARRATIONS. And he got so excited over the Secret Song™ wes played, that’s so darn cute. I’ve prolly said it already but I live for cute interactions between the toons and Wes, and Bendy seeking out Joey when things got Weird, he got all quiet and just grabbed his leg and like… fuck man I Love It. Poor Babby. man just kill me now this is some Wholesome Fuckin’ Content, Too Good And Wholesome For This World.

And I am dying to know what is up with Murray. The mystery is real. I’m on the edge of my seat here xD Anyway thank you for the fic!! <3 <3))

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven| part eight | part nine | part ten | part ten and a half | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen | part eighteen | part nineteen (END)