#Sammy Lawrence (Mentioned)

[bendysinitiation]

Sammy’s cult if it was awesome

This isn’t technically in the au, it’s more concept, but I love it. It is based off of a snippet of a Snow White documentary where it was a band playing but all of them had these eerie Mickey Mouse masks on with soulless eyes. Apparently, it was extra footage in the Snow White dvd, but I can’t really seem to find more about it.

(Image ID: A black and white digital painting of Sammy Lawrence conducting a band. His hands are raised, the pose that signals the song is about to start, with his conducting stick in his left hand. He, along with the players, are all wearing plastic-looking masks of Bendy, much more 3D than his usual cardboard mask. He also wears a tuxedo with a tie and pants. End ID)

Reference photo under cut

(Image ID: A black and white photo of a band. All of them have haunting Mickey Mouse masks on. The trumpets are in the front facing to the side, and there seems to be clarinets and a sousaphone to the far left. There’s a crowd watching them. The black sign on top says “Mickey Mouse”. End ID.)

[florenceandtheinkmachine]

batim shitposts part 4: things my friends and i have said edition

(splitting into two parts because it’s a lot of images and my connection is bad)

[sirtallyopera]

Okay for context because this crack ship is genuinely insane:

Hunger games simulator pulled this shit

And then I got an awful idea … which resulted… in this

Click for bonus fuckery aka my best friend’s awful commentary

Anyways HUGEEEEE PSA: HE IS NOT FUCKING PREGNANT

MY BESTIE THOUGHT HE WAS FUCKING PREGNANT FOR SOME REASON

“A BUN IN THE OVEN” A FUCKING BUN IN THE OVEN???

Horrendous, absolutely fucking horrendous

Anyways we agreed the ship name is

“PYRAM-INK” hope you enjoyed this awful awful awful meth ship

@squabblethewabble anyways tagging you because I’m talking shit about you 💕

This song fits them both *fucking kills myself*

[berlingotesque]

While I prepare my asks’ answers, please have this self-indulgent doodle of the music department, when all was still well and Jack and Norman could bully Sammy in peace + some Thomas and Wally art, because I periodically forget that they hated each other and still had to see each other seven days a week.

Also Susie’s here.

[sammylovesbendy]

the concept of creator and creation both having the same twisted taste in men is killing me. joeys sadism is so strong bendy inherited it from his mind

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

How Could You?

“Mister Lawrence?”

I turned around, only to be met with my apprentice. He shuffled awkwardly, half of him hiding beneath the door. I then stared hard at my desk, letting out a sigh. Without meaning to, I dropped my book, music sheets spilling onto the floor. The yellowing papers swept up dust on the floorboards, I only narrowed my eyes at this. “What do you want, Johnny?” I muttered, kicking off my chair to retrieve the papers. I heard him slowly cracking my office door wide open and taking a few steps in.  Bending down, my hands furiously grabbed the scattered papers. I didn’t look at him. “Sorry to interrupt, but the band is waiting for you.” He said meekly. His British accent caught me off guard. I stood up, carelessly plopping the bundle of papers on my desk. I turned to him, an eyebrow raised. Today, he was dressed in a pale blue vest, buttoned up white collar shirt and brown slacks. I groaned, “Can’t they just warm up right now?” He hesitated, before he spoke, “They’ve been doing that, but..they’re getting impatient.” He nervously blew his light chestnut hair out of his face. I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to yell. “Then tell them to wait.” I growled. Johnny frowned, avoiding eye contact with me. In a small voice he responded, “You said that…two hours ago.” Silence. 

I stormed through the vacant hallways, not even waiting for Johnny. Posters were plastered every four feet it seemed. With their cartoonish style, they all stared at me and smiled. This only fed my annoyance. The lights above me flickered and buzzed, making my shadow grow long behind me.

 God, my head hurts. Even though my feet were slamming down on the creaky wooden boards, I could hear Johnny jogging after me. “Mister Lawrence, wait up! I’m sure we could make a compromise with the band, maybe even-” “ENOUGH.” I barked at him. Irritation makes a nest inside my brain. Though, deep down, I do feel a little guilty. Trying to simmer down, I cleared my throat. “Johnny, is your brother already in his booth?” I asked, making a sharp left turn.  He hurried after, finally keeping up with my pace. “Last time I checked, yeah. Though, he was pretty mad that you didn’t show up.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Honestly, it felt like without me, the whole god damn music department would explode. “Tch-well, he better be there.” I huffed. 

Before Johnny could answer, I halted only to be met with a chattering river of musicians flooding out of the music department. Baffled, I yelled at one of the passing tuba players, Rick. “Mister Hoffleman! Where the hell are you-” With dark glaring green eyes, the middle aged man snapped at me, “Shut yer yap, Lawrence! It’s been two months of the same shit ya make us go through. Well, we’re tired of it.” He growled at me, his southern accent lacing his words. I recoiled back, almost stumbling into Johnny! If Johnny apologized, I couldn’t hear it. Not when my blood was roaring in my ears. I watched Rick stomp away, his brown suit jacket hanging from his shoulder.  I didn’t even notice that my jaw was hanging wide open, until Johnny quietly mentioned it to me.  I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t command them to stay. I just stood there, and while I did, lots of folks hissed complaints and glares at me when they passed by. Is this what it feels like? To be powerless? I don’t know why I’m so surprised. I’ve felt this before. When he left.

Turns out, Norman was still in his booth, packing up his projector. Even though the booth was mostly consumed by lingering shadows, we could hear him shuffling around.  I stared up at him, only for him to swing around and glare from above.  “Oh great, the all mighty composer finally arrived.” He said flatly, his dark grey eyes narrowing. With a grunt, he placed the metal projector on a rusted steel cart. “Polk, what happened?” I yelled, still looking up at the booth.  The shadows answered with another grunt, “Whaddya mean what happened, Lawrence? They’re fed up.” A pause. When I didn’t answer, he continued, “Look, I dunno what you’ve been doin these past months, but Jesus, can’t ya just compose the band ON TIME??  Some days, the doors are locked and no one can get in. Why? ‘Cause ya keep forgettin to unlock ‘em. Meaning WE can’t do what we need to do.” I felt my stomach tightened while my fists were clenched. “Can’t you just get Franks to unlock the damn door?” I retorted hotly. “Kid keeps forgettin his keys.” He replied with a monotone voice. I let out an exasperated sigh, feeling my nerves being shot left and right. Norman said nothing else and with that I turned around. I  watched Johnny struggling to gather all the music stands. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to him and helped him put them away in the storage room.  I didn’t say anything. Despite how clumsy or frantic this kid is, I didn’t hate him. He’s a good apprentice.

 Well, decent anyway. 

After stacking up the chairs and cautiously putting instruments in their cases, we were done. During that whole time, I didn’t mutter a word. I was too absorbed in my thoughts.  Was working with Mister Drew on his project really making me digress  from what needs to be done? Surely, I could balance them both. Right? No. I couldn’t and today proved that. Bitter disappointment felt like a knife in my gut, wedging itself further and further in.  I felt something sting my eyes, rubbing them. Jesus, was I so powerless that I was having a stupid CRYING FIT?! I muttered something to myself, when suddenly, I felt a gentle hand clamped on my shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, Mister Lawrence! It’s..it’s been a tough day, but..there’s always tomorrow!” Johnny exclaimed, his eyes brightening.  I stared at him for a moment, actually looking at him. His face looked similar to Normans, same nose, and structure.  Light chestnut hair with streaks of dark brown while his eyes..well. One was dark grey, like Norman, but his other eye was a dark auburn.  Wasn’t that called.. Heterochromia? I think that's what it's called.

Anyhow, he just smiled at me sympathetically.  Without thinking, I smiled back at him.  “I..suppose you’re right.” I said, nodding curtly. He slipped his hand off my shoulder and walked over to the piano. “So, about that music sheet you sent me home with yesterday, I practiced it and I think I got it?” He smiled, sitting down on the chair and straightening his composure.  I was stunned. He practiced it? Hell, I didn’t even tell him to do that. Though, of course, I was skeptical.  I pulled up a stool and gestured for him to start. He cracked his fingers, staring down at the keys and gave it his all. There were a few slip ups, but I was impressed at how beautiful the melody was. And how Johnny was so focused on the piece. When he was done, he paused, before hesitantly turning his head to look at me.  I stood up from my wooden stool and placed my hand on his shoulder. “Good work.” I praised, smiling at him slightly. 

I swear his eyes lit like bright stars. I was proud of him. Even though I failed the band, I didn’t fail him.  Until…I did. 

It’s been a few months since that moment. 

I looked at my shaking right hand, a smoking pistol was tightly in my grasp. 

Oh Johnny. I’m so sorry.

I’m 

      So

               Sorry

[thelocalmoth]

Ink Demonth: Day 10

For the prompt: “Exhibit”

Originally this was just gonna be some throw-out to quickly get started on what today’s is actually supposed to be, but…I really like this…I’ll add more info under the cut!

Or: “Drinking ink… Like some sort of freak. They should put me in an exhibit.”

Once again featuring my Envy!AU Jack!! It’s ok to be confused, I would be concerned if you’re not, since I’ve literally never explained it on here-! I’ll go into a more in-depth post about it that’s not for ink demonth, but for now, the basics are that Jack also drank ink and became addicted to it, much like Sammy (who’s still drinking it in this au). The ink obviously drives him insane but sort of in different ways than Sammy? He doesn’t really lock himself up like Sam does—he’s just a lil’ more manic now. And has a shorter temper. Scintillating.

[ask-thelyricist]

would you consider your relationship with sammy as friendly or as strictly professional? Like, would you ever golf with him?

“I would definitely consider our relationship to be friendly! Sammy’s my best friend, really…”

“Golfing though, uh…. No, ‘can’t imagine either of us gettin’ outside to golf. I might be able to get him into ice skating? I bet I could get him out on the ice. He’s an indoor kitty anyways.”

[ink-incorporated-official]

Is Sammy good like is he dead or alive he looked very uhh dead after the drinking situation

I fucking wish. No matter how much anyone tries to kill him, he always comes back.

They dragged him out, put his liquified corpse in a designated bucket, and I think he climbed out a day ago. Sorry, not think, I know he did, because I’ve been hearing those banshee screams of the music room start back up in the shittiest B flat you could imagine. It’s torture.

One day I’m going to steal that damned bucket and empty it into the abyss.

- Alice A.

[reanimationstation]

Can you tell me a little bit more about Sammy’s relationship with his family? What was his relationship to Riley’s parents and assuming he raised her after their deaths, how was he at it?

As soon as he was able to, he basically took off and carved his own life away from his family. They're not on bad terms per se, just distant ones. Very distant. But whether he likes it or not Sammy is notified of people passing, either through mail or someone tracking him down.

I think Riley is Sammy's cousin's kid. But most of their family either doesn't live in America or is too far away to have stepped in, so when he was contacted about his cousins deaths and their now orphaned daughter, he did not have a lot of time to process! He wasn't the closest in the world to them, but due to them living sort of nearby and probably helping him economically early on in his adult life, he held them in good regard (good for Sammy at least).

[THIS GOT LONG SO THE REST UNDER THE CUT]

I think it's sort of implied that whoever ended up taking care of Riley moved into her house? Or at least the devs just didn't want to model a new place lol. So Sammy isn't really... the happiest about moving into his dead cousins place, but it's also leagues better than the dingy little apartment he had. Though I'm not sure if I'm in love with the idea of him moving in I'll have to stew on it. EDIT: also he was pretty young when this happens?? Maybe like, early 20s. He is NOT prepared for a young kid.

He's an......alright guardian. He was and still isn't comfortably being seen as her father figure, but he's doing his best. He's marginally better at taking care of a kid than taking care of himself. Not by much. She's alive that what counts. And she likes him enough, Riley probably thinks he's weird and bit of an asshole at times but hey so is she so whatever.

They're both the eccentric artistic types, so to speak. He doesn't know how to handle her trauma and subsequent art outlet, outside of just letting her be. Which is a good and bad thing... good, because coping! Bad, because coping badly. Not to mention the implications of some sort of addiction (probably alcoholism?) later on with all the bottles strewn about the place. It seems like addiction sort of runs in the family.

When she later gets hired at JDS I think she applied behind Sammy's back. He would not want her working there. So he's not really... on her side when complaints start rolling in about her unsettling art? In his eyes it'd be better for her to work elsewhere. I don't think he ever ends up seeing the fallout of that, as I think his ink addiction and subsequent inkfection and disappearance probably happen sometime during her employment. Which isn't helping her mental state! So there's nobody to stop her from falling into GENT's clutches, because her parents are dead, and Sammy's disappeared.

ANYWAYS TLDR Sammy is a bit distant from his family and tries his best which isn't enough because they're both neurodivergent and need a lot more help than the other (or anyone) can provide.

[madame-nightmare]

Bendy!Mafia AU

I know it's two things people enjoy putting together in this fandom, I just wanted to whip up my take on it.

CW/TW: Smoking/ Violent depictions (in text)/Mentions of guns/weapons (in text.)

Honestly, I don't know why I wrote so much information below as I may not do anything with this, but maybe some day I will. So for now, this is all I will give you pertaining to this particular au.

-The Ink Demon is the boss of his "family" which mainly consist of Sammy and other lost ones that normally worship him in the games. He often just refers to Sammy as "Lawrence".

-He runs one of the popular lounges in the city: The Devil's Lounge.

-He pretty much owns the whole city.

-The Ink Demon still uses his claws and teeth because in order to use weapons, like guns, they would have to be modified for his large hands.

-He still is a menace and eats people from time to time, otherwise it's ink hearts or bacon soup/whatever is on the menu.

-Ruler of the criminal underworld boiiiiii

-Boris and Bendy are unemployed after the repair company they worked for filed for bankruptcy, until they notice a help wanted sign for The Devil's Lounge.

- Boris is very hesitant at first, but agrees to apply along with Bendy so he wouldn't have to deal with the Ink Demon alone.

-They get hired for custodian/maintenance work.

-Bendy eventually meets Alice who is an entertainer for the lounge.

-Alice is sisters with Allison and Susie.

-Susie is a crime lord of her own "family" and is the Ink Demon's rival as she constantly fights over turf with him.

-Alice lives in an apartment with Allison; neither know where Susie is, but are well aware of her reputation.

-Allison doesn't like the idea of Susie working for the Ink Demon and constantly worries over her. While Alice understands why she worries, she assures Allison that she is happy to perform and is treated well.

-The Ink Demon often watches performances from his personal booth in the back of the lounge that has curtains in case he wants a bit of privacy.

-No, the Ink Demon doesn't have a thing for Alice, though he does find her voice soothing after a stress filled day.

-Bendy is smitten though.

-When Alice isn't performing, Sammy and his band performs.

-Sammy still refers to the Ink Demon as his lord.

[bendysinitiation]

Dude your au seems very cool! Tell me more about your chapter 4, you write homoherotic tension, so you must elaborate!

Completely fair

Of course, all this is subject to change, but for now, Chapter Four is literally “darkest hour” where Henry is dropped into the darkest part of the studio. This unfathomably large place hosts, among other things, a cult run by Mr. Prophet himself!

The entirety of this chapter is trying not to get brutally murdered and sacrificed to the ink demon, as well as a lore dump. Henry is in constant surveillance, so it is important to be sneaky.

Sammy gets an upgrade in this chapter, as you could probably guess. He’s now officially 7 feet tall and has taken and covered himself in countless of his followers’ bones. His role is the same as his role in normal Chapter 2 (to sacrifice Henry), but just in a bit of a different place, and he’s much more threatening.

Besides that, he has much more screen time whether you decide to talk with him or not: As said before, you have to sneak around, and one of the people that can find you is Sammy, which leads to an instant game over.

As for the homoerotic tension, that’s mostly because he wants your blood and has even more time to wax poetic about his lord and savior in your face.

[owlclawstudios]

I have au idea fallen angel au

Note this dose not connect to the bible or the religion

In my au henry was a high ranking angel helping souls to heaven, a former human that died, joey a high ranking angel is a corrupt member of the heavenly court, so is susie she is working with joey in exchange for more power, they would take captured demons and execute them in a coliseum for their own enjoyment much to the horror of the other angels but they cant say or do anything about it because if they do they would become fallen angels and the decommissioning of a angel is gruesome and painful one day when a sinner is gonna be excuted by angelic army soilders henry couldnt stand this so he jumped in and saved him the demon was sammy lawrence and helped him escape susie jumped in with her soilders and arrested henry and joey sentenced him to be fallen henry shakled to the ground as susie took a golden bone saw and cut of henry's wings one by one it was agonizing for him since it was a slow process to cut through feathers, muscle, tendons and bone, they took henry's halo and shattered it

They unshackled him and they took henry and throw him inside a portal that takes him to hell or earth but henry fell 4,0000000 feet from heaven and he landed through pine trees and bushes getting pine needles imbedded into his wounds. He managed to survive a fall that would kill any human and the amount of blood he lost but he survived he disgused himself as a human he adapted to life on earth again like he was when he was human before his death he meets linda and they got married henry hid the fact he was angel for 4 years joey and susie soon began sending angels to earth to kill sinners which is going against the heavenly code so is misconduct of power linda died of a illness they had a daughter named evelyn and henry soon sees sammy again they can recognize each other in human form and just like with linda he hid that he was angel from his daughter evelyn to keep her safe Sammy knew he was angel and henry knew he was the demon he saved the two soon began dating

[nevaehdavis5675]

Samantha Lawrence headcanon

1: Shes a daddy's girl

2: Shes the daughter of Sammy Lawrence

3: Samantha's Full name is : Samantha Melody Lawrence

4: She's Pansexual

5: her pronouns are : She/ they

6: is she shipble?: Yes feel free to shipping her

7: she's 15 years old

8: her birthday is on February 14th

9: Love's her dad soo much

10: Her personality is : Sweet and kind and willing to help anyone

11: She helps her dad with songs

12: Samantha Secretly Smokes

13: Wants kids of her own someday

14: She loves sweets

15: She Sometimes is a trouble maker

16: her nicknames are : 1: Little Sheep 2: little Lamb 3: Ms. Lawrence 4: Sammie 5: Melody 6: the music conductors daughter

17: Like Sammy She's also Autistic

18: loves Halloween

19: Loves cuddles and hugs

20: has a little Lamb Plush when she was a little newborn baby

21: Sammy is overly protective of Her

22: She doesn't know her mom ( Her mother died after giving birth to her)

[lawrence-songs]

An anon, meaning well: how does interacting with bendykins feel?

Me, attempting to restrain myself to the best of my ability: ahem. I mean. It's wonderful.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Can we please get Betty? 🙏

Sure, but this is the most Betty-centric content you'll probably be able to get from me at least, sincere apologies :( Betty belongs to @horror-beeings-artandwriting btw

Pre-Fall of studio:

Hunter: “You deserve a better family, I’m glad Tom and Alli can give you that.” (Friendly)

Sammy: “I am not the best singer…why you think I even sound good is beyond me…”(Friendly)

Joey: “You…overpay me, thanks I guess…” (friendly?)

Rebecca: “Hm…” (Tension)

Bruce: “I hope you rot.” (Hatred.)

Marcy: “You…are a pathetic excuse of a mother.” (Tension)

Susie: “Just keep trying, holding a tune takes time…” (friendly)

Tom: “A good husband” (friendly)

Allison: “You don’t need me…” (Friendly)

Wally: “Wish I could talk to you more…” (Friendly)

Kenneth: “You’ve got the face and voice of an amazing actor, why not try it…?” (friendly)

John: “I don’t…talk to him much.” (Neutral)

Henry: “My friend..” (Friendly)

Norman: “Please be careful…” (Friendly)

Bertrum: “He calls me nicknames too…I don’t like it..” (Neutral)

Lacie: “ Haven’t talked to her much…” (Neutral)

Mary: “I’m glad we can bake together.” (friendly)

GENT(The company): “Don’t trust big companies…” (Tension)

Barley(Hunter's bio dad): “He misses you.” (Friendly)

Grant: “I-I’ll talk to him, take care of yourself please….” (Tension)

After fall of studio:

Hunter: “W-What are you?! STAY THE FUCK BACK.” (Tension)

Sammy: “I-I’m not, what are you on about!!!!!” (Feared)

Joey: “I’d rather die then be your angel….” (Hatred)

Rebecca: “Shh, it’s okay…shhh” (Tension)

Bruce: “Worthless to me” (Hatred)

Marcy: “Still pathetic.” (Hatred)

Susie: “MY VOICE IS MY OWN.” (Tension)

Tom: “........” (Neutral)

Allison: “Please take my place…or end me.” (Tension)

Wally: “......” (Neutral)

Kenneth: “A puppet…i’m sorry” (Tension)

John: “A true balled.” (Tension)

Henry: “Stop taking my bullets….” (Friendly)

Norman: “Shoot…come on shoot…” (Feared)

Bertrum: “What happened to you…” (Feared)

Lacie: “.....” (tension)

Mary: “One bullet and you won’t get my voice.” (Hatred)

GENT(The company): “I knew it.” (Hatred)

Barley(Hunter's bio dad): “Please save him” (Neutral)

Grant: “Dead..” (Neutral)

Betty: “Do it…do it…it’ll be quick do it.”