#Shit like dead flowers on eachothers doorsteps

[just-a-shark333]

skk don't use romantic words or actions to show they love eachother. They do random-ass things that to the normal person seem very rude or passive-aggressive or just plain weird but to them, they understand what it means.

[snarlesofthesewers]

how'd snarles and snatcher get feels for eachother? Curious.

excuse my bad writing and wall of text (also things in this are definitely subject to change as im still working things out) first i wanna say this all takes place after hat kid enters the sewers, escapes, completes the rest of snatchers contracts, defeats him again as I've mentioned before snarles absolutely despised snatcher but also found amusement and pleasure out of annoying him snarles would go out of their way just to get snatchers attention by triggering his traps and picking fights with him whenever possible but as snarles continued to do this they started to become rather attached to his company at some point snarles would instead start leaving "gifts" like dead animals and flowers at his doorstep snatcher thought it was strange but accepted it anyways because the things snarles kept bringing were ingredients commonly used in his potions i should also mention that the only reason he knew snarles was the one leaving all these things at his house because once while snatcher was brewing potions he ended up seeing snarles spying on him from atop a tree branch. anyways yea occurrences like this became a lot more common until they isolated themselves for about a week and snatcher who had just been getting used to snarles's routine gifts and random pestering started to miss him i mean its not like he had anyone other then his minions to keep him company in that old forest right? and sure the minions were nice and all but he had a harder time really connecting with them since they only really ever followed his orders and did his chores so snatcher ended up wandering around the forest hoping he would catch snarles but of course nobody was there just the dwellers and subconites and the occasional crow but not so much as a sign of snarles they seemed to have just poofed out of existence but as much as snatcher wanted to go on looking for them he had to get back to work its not like those souls are gonna steal themselves right? but then snarles just kind of showed up again like nothing had happened except they began acting very differently instead of the usual insults and trying to claw snatcher to double death they began complimenting his looks and attempting to get uncomfortably close whenever he spoke eyes always locked staring hungrily whenever he was visible snatcher obviously weirded out by the sudden behavioral change in snarles started to actually try and talk to them after basically just trying to ignore him pretending he wasnt there snatcher started by asking questions usually relating to where the hell snarles even came from those were always met with silence and a smug grin then snatcher tried to ask about what snarles was even doing this time he was met with a response with snarles saying something along the lines of "isn't it obvious? I'm toying with you.. messing with you... you intrigue me... you're quite cute when you're angry I cannot resist" "oh and before you even ask me why how about you tell me something. do you ever feel lonely living alone in these woods? do you ever just feel starved? I want you eviscerated and yet here I find myself coming back to you because of that soul crushing emptiness"

i forgot the other half of what i was gonna write but at some point snarles just kind of started showing up at snatchers house and would be asleep in his chair when snatcher returns from whaever the heck he was doing and he tried to get rid of snarles at first but then just kind of accepted that he would keep coming back and that he kind of enjoyed having company and yea then they started bonding and snarles's crush worsened and was no longer easily hidden but yea I still need to figure out a whole lot of shit as you can probably tell

[aura-creed]

Ink Demonth: Growth

You can read it here or on AO3! This chapter was collabed with Valonide, who did the artwork! 

The main light was suddenly turned on in the dead center of the Ink Machine. All around and on the walls the screens were already lit up, playing the same cartoons over and over.

“Hey, uh, Bendy,” Thomas Connor was standing by the entrance. He hesitated for a moment before walking in. “Got you something.”

The demon’s ink covered face followed him as he walked over to the opposite side of the room away from where he was sitting and set the pot down. The demon tilted his head.

“This is.. Or er… I don’t really know what it is, to be fair.” Thomas scratched his head. “Popped out of the Ink Machine. A pot. A flower pot? I don’t know. It’s cartoony, and it’s not worth showing to Joey. Figured you might want a… a toy, or somethin.” Thomas could feel the eyes practically digging under his skin and he shook his head. “Take it or leave it, I don’t care. You’ve been on good behavior so far since the last escapade. Consider this a treat or something.” He walked back towards the door. “Just don’t do anything stupid and I won’t take it back, ya hear?” And with that the big metal door fell back down, locking into place. Once again, he was alone.

He stood up, ink dripping, as he made his way over to the pot. It was full of dirt but otherwise empty, and he crouched down beside it, head tilting back and forth. He picked it up, poking at it. The dirt crunched before solidifying and springing his hand back out of the pot. The demon jumped a bit before holding it with both hands, staring, staring. Ink dripped into the dirt and a little sprout formed, two little leaves poking out of the dirt. His perpetual grin widened.

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“How many times do I have to tell you, Mr. Connor?” Joey Drew swiveled around in his chair, finger tips tapping together, elbows on the desk. “You need to stop visiting it!”

“Kinda hard considering he’s, ya know, in the main Ink Machine.”

“I understand that but you don’t need to go into that room but you do anyway!” Joey sighed, pushing his chair back. “Look, we don’t know what that things capable of. After its last roam around the halls I’ve had to take legal action to silence the sceptics and prevent the investors from finding out about our… failed attempts.”

Thomas frowned. “With all due respect Mr. Drew, all he did was stare at the posters and wave at the first employee he saw.”

“Said employee has now quit and is seeking a court order. You can never be too careful -- I’ve had our lawyers prepare a non-disclosure agreement and had it sent to his doorstep this morning. If he doesn’t sign, well… We’ll get there.”

“I wasn’t even aware we had enough money for lawyers.”

“Hush hush of course we do! Now,” Joey walked over, putting a hand on Thomas’s shoulder as he guided him out of the office. “About that perfect Bendy…”

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Thomas was scratching his head, paper in hand. Once again he was looking over the schematics, trying to figure out what kept going wrong, what needed to be tweaked. Of course the machine worked fine -- pumped ink throughout the studio, annoyed everybody, and it could clearly perform acts of black magic, but it apparently had to act like it was more than God on top of that. He rolled his eyes, rolling the paper up as he rubbed his temples.

“I swear, Drew can go stick this damn thing up his--” He paused, head turning. A banging sound could be heard from the center room of the Ink Machine. His brows raised, curiosity getting the better of him and he walked to the metal door. It was the demon, on the other side -- banging in a slow rhythm. It usually meant he needed something. Thomas sighed. “Look, Bendy,” He spoke, pressing the button. The door started to lift. He really shouldn’t be doing this. “I can’t have you coming outside the-- Ink..”

The demon was standing, the pot in hand. His horns flopped as he walked towards Thomas, outstretching his hands. A daisy in full bloom was sprouting from the vessel. Thomas sputtered. “What the..?” He looked at the Ink Demon. “How did you…?”

Bendy turned, pointing to the ink, freshly spewing from the walls. Thomas groaned. “Did you have to rip into a pipe…?” The demon looked at him, head tilting. “Of course you don’t get it. Look I’ll go get you your ink, but you can’t leave here--”

The demon shoved the flower pot at him, his grin shaking agitatedly. It shut Thomas up and he watched as the demon raised his hand over the pot, ink dripping into it but the flower didn’t react. Thomas raised a brow, not entirely sure what that was supposed to accomplish. “Uh.. look,” He handed the flower back. “You don’t want to… over water it, or something. Or… over ink it either, I guess.” He thought for a moment, his eyes lighting up. “Hold on…” He pat his pockets down before finding the one with a little tiny bag. “Now I tried this before but I don’t know if it’ll work for a cartoon plant.” He handed it to the demon. “Little fertilizer pellets. Will help it grow more. Works on non-cartoon plants, I can guarantee that much.”

The demon looked at it, seeming satisfied and walked back into his cage. He sat next to the chair, pot in his lap as he fiddled with the little draw string bag. Thomas closed the door again and sighed. “Maybe that’ll get him to behave for once… And… ah wait shit, the pipe…” He looked at the door, considering his options before waving a head. “Ah, screw it. It can wait until tomorrow.”

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“I insist! Regardless if we have more failures, I would like to see any and all creations you’ve currently come up with.”

Joey was tagging along behind him for once. Another one of his forced trips to the ink machine, and once again one where Thomas had nothing to show for it. “Here you go just yesterday telling me not to open the door to his lair and now you’re telling me to open it. Will you make up your mind?”

“Ah but the pressure levels have dropped, have they not? There’s probably a broken pipe somewhere, that needs fixing up. And the… thing… should probably be reprimanded.”

Thomas paused, hand down on the button as the door was going up. “Look, I don’t think that’s really--”

“What is THAT!” Joey yelped. Thomas whipped his head around.

Running around the den was the Ink Demon, but that’s not what caught Thomas’s eyes. On his shoulders was a smaller, Bendy looking figure. His eyes widened. Joey practically knocked him over with the force of the smack to his back.

“Thomas! Why didn’t you tell me you finally got a perfect one!”

“W-What. Wait, Joey, this isn’t--”

The demon paused when he ran back around to the front. Joey and Thomas were still arguing with eachother. The little Bendy on his shoulders made a squeaking sound. They both paused and looked up.

“Sounds, huh? Well… That can be worked around. Thomas, imagine--”

The smaller Bendy’s head seemingly ripped open vertically as it screeched, revealing a dripping maw full of sharp teeth and a tongue. Its eyes were creased and it almost seemed to be smiling as it waved its hands in the air.

Joey and Thomas both stopped talking. They turned their heads simultaneously looking at eachother. “...Nevermind, I can see why you didn’t call me down now.”

“Then would you believe me if I told you it was originally just a flower pot?”

“Wait, w-- forget it!” Joey slammed on the button, the door closing. “There was a cartoon flower pot and you gave it to th-” The door shut. The muffled arguing continued on the other side.

The Ink Demon tilted his head before the small Bendy on his shoulders tapped him in between the horns. The demon looked up as the little Bendy pointed forwards and he adjusted his position and kept running.

Maybe his cage wasn’t so bad afterall.