#bendy and the demon within

[roux36prod]

I’m just a little out of touch when it comes to my 3D poster game…

I usually just do animations or sketches, and when I do end up doing posters, it’s for lore. This one is just for the hell of it, because I made this model and then never used it for anything.

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Render by Roux36 Productions,

Bendy and the Demon Within by Roux36, Bendy and the Ink Machine by Joey Drew Studios

The Toon Demon model by Me

Scythe model by Me

Scythe handle textures by Joey Drew Studios

Made in Blender 3.2

[grim-ghou1]

Legends-Within-Blackwall bendy Redesign..

I've given him more trauma, PTSD, Scars, ect..

[djevelbl]

cOMING IN LATE BUT COMING IN STRONG LET'S GO DOUBLE POST

A drawing a day with word prompts for the month of October!

[bendy-analog-horror-au]

Little Devil Darlin’ - The debut cartoon for the lovable imp himself: Bendy the Demon! Released on March 11, 1929.

The Dancing Demon - Originally released just one week after Little Devil Darlin’, this fun classic was rereleased on March 8, 1940 to promote war bonds for World War II.

Sheep Songs with Boris the Wolf! - The final cartoon released within the first three weeks of Joey Drew Studios’ run, introducing Bendy’s friend and common nuisance, Boris the wolf!

These three cartoons are widely considered to be the best of the entire series, and more episodes with equally as strong writing would follow until 1933, which is widely considered to be when the series fell out of style.

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Artwork and Graphics - Roux36 Productions

Bendy Analog Horror - Roux36 Productions

Bendy by Joey Drew Studios

[a-pen-and-a-nightmare]

I’ve been working on redesigning an older Bendy oc; for now, here’s some headshot doodles that I made last night to get the idea down.

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Here’s some basic ideas I had while working on this:

- Iblis is roughly based on the Ink Demon. It has an older form for BATIM which I want to tweak a bit as i’ve gotten slightly better at character design. Initially Iblis was created by Sammy Lawrence (inspired by a theory that he was deceived by Ink Bendy), thus the rope embedded in its head, and the white candle wax. This may be updated depending on the lore. Iblis was created in 2019 as part of the “candle light challenge” that was hosted on the BATIM Amino, and it became an oc after.

- Iblis used to have many candle wicks in its mouth cavity that could be lit at will, creating a glow. This has been removed in this redesign for a bright light that emanates from its throat which both resembles the light at the end of the “death tunnel”, and fire light which can be exhaled from the throat (just a concept for now). Iblis’ mouth was formerly just a void cavern, but now has a visible skull as I thought it looked creepier (lol).

- Iblis can (and does) consume corrupted ink creatures, while notably being more passive toward the “pure” or “perfect” ones. It does this by simply swallowing bodies like a snake, as it has no teeth. (Please do NOT make fetishized vore art of my oc!!!). The many detached voices that it speaks through is believed to belong to the souls of those that it consumes. It’s yet unknown if Iblis is a harvester of these souls, or just absorbs the voices as part of its being, as it can speak willfully and respond to discussion.

- the idea to give Iblis wings was inspired by Inkfell from Pillar Chase 2

- Iblis is referred to by it/its pronouns but it’s dominant voice is feminine (I may refer to Iblis with She/her pronouns in a silly way. It is okay if you fumble them or use any pronouns, i’m not too serious about it, but Iblis is a sexless being)

- Iblis is a symbol of hope for the people in the cycle, a metaphorical “light in the darkness”. The candles on its body work in the same manner as “smudging”. Iblis is said to “purify” any place within the studio that it wanders through by “cleansing away the demon’s affliction”. It is a mobile incense burner, and the smoke emitted from its body is said to have a sweet smell.

- this is more of a silly / fun fact: Iblis loves handpan music and Woodsoup ASMR as it evokes a sense of calm and clears the mind

[queenendless]

👻🦇🎃 Spooky Lovin' (Various JJK ft Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Female!Reader) 🎃🦇👻

A/N: Just my headcannon on an imagined scenario with the JJK cast celebrating Halloween together and they're all A-OK and happy and 😭🤧❤️‍🩹 There are ships/pairings in this here and there plus the costumes I thought of for them all that took forever to think of! Spooky romantic fluff. Cause writing that vampire AU 18+ piece is ... hard.

Pairings: Yuji x Megumi, Nobara x Maki, Yuta x Rika with hints of Yuta x Toge, Kokichi x Miwa, Shoko x Utahime, Nanami x Haibara, Mai x Momo, Yuki x Choso, and Satoru x Suguru x Fem!Reader at the end.

All credit for JJK cast goes to Gege.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy. And —

HAPPY HALLOWEEN~!

THE CAST'S HALLOWEEN ATTIRE!

🎃Yuji in a tiger onsie and his usual sneakers with black face paint on for the whiskers and the nose.

🎃Megumi as wolf boi with just a wolf ears headband on … he was willing to put those on for his Yuji bae and that's all you're getting.

🎃Nobara as OUAT Aurora with a sword because she is a cute badass.

🎃Maki as OUAT Mulan because I like her warrior armored suit. Blame the fanarts I've seen.

*Plus seeing fanart of those OUAT girls together made something click.

🎃Toge as the Mummy. Better that than automatically putting him in a sushi roll suit.

🎃Panda as Frankenstein's Monster. In the torn up black Frankenstein jacket, stitches painted on, Frankenstein bowler head wig, and bolts in the neck. It was either this or Killer bear.

🎃Yaga as Dr Frankenstein. Labcoat, gloves but with his shades still on. Makes perfect sense.

🎃Yuta as Bendy the Dancing Demon.

🎃Rika as Alice Angel

*They both start off cute then become quite terrifying but in the best way.

🎃Kokichi as Victor from The Corpse Bride.

🎃Miwa as Emily THE Corpse Bride.

🎃Nanami as Captain America cause I got the idea from @TimieTate on twitter. But he keeps said cap off. He'll keep the shield just to see the fanboy within faces Yu, Yuji and Ino come to life.

🎃Yu Haibara as Iron Man cause I like Stony and it all fits now. Also he used face paint to add in the beard goatee combo.

🎃Ino as a zombie with the usual horror makeup with green skin, bloody cuts, and he's a cutie wanting brains~

🎃Shoko as Sally

🎃Utahime as Genderbent Jack Skellington with a Zero plushie.

🎃Momo as Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Just the poofy velvety black dress, witch's hat, It was the broom's fault.

🎃Mai as Salem Saberhagen/Cat. It's just in a velour jumpsuit with an attached tail, layered choker necklace, cat ear headband, and ankle boots.

🎃Todo as a crossdressed Takada … cause why not.

🎃Choso as Netflix's Castlevania Dracula, with his hair loose to match. Also because of the whole blood thing.

🎃Yuki as Lisa Tepes also from Netflix's Castlevania cause they're both independent and stubborn and it just made sense to have them pair up.

🎃Riko as Wednesday Adams

🎃Kuroi as Morticia Adams

🎃Toji and Shiu as Sam and Dean Winchester. Just wearing leather jackets, rustic shirts, torn jeans and boots for the rugged look. Doesn't matter who's dressed as who. They can both make either roles work.

🎃Noritoshi Kamo as Hellsing's Alucard

🎃Junpei as Ash Williams. OG Classic. With detachable chainsaw toy hand.

🎃Nanako as Mitsuri Kanroji

🎃Mimiko as Nezuko

🎃Tsumiki as Shinobu

*They all got the wigs and custom made toy Nichirin swords. Also because Tsumiki and Shinobu share the same seiyuu. It was either her or Yor from SPY X FAMILY. Lord knows Gojo, Geto and Megumi would never want to see this girl in that kinda getup; overprotective they are.

🎃Mei as Disney OG Ursula. They both have white hair and do business with high rewarding profits. I had trouble figuring out a costume for Mei, okay!?

🎃Ui as a Flotsam Jetsam Mashup. Devoted brother/minion, so be it.

🎃Kusakabe as a Scarecrow. Apparently he's a fearful man that is courageous when it counts. It all fits.

🎃Akari Nitta as OG Disney Cinderella. Cause why not? It's cute!

🎃Ijichi as Zorro. Be a brave badass, my man!

*Those two are doing a callback to A Cinderella Story; the OG one, where Sam is Cindy and Carter is Zorro. Ergo, neither pair are couples.

🎃Arata Nitta as just a bedsheet ghost. He's timid as hell according to his wiki so there.

🎃Satoru as Wassup Ghostface

🎃Suguru as Viper Ghostface

🎃You as OG Ghostface

*Cause I gotta put my favorite horror character of all time in this and seeing fanart of them as Ghostface is a big turn on~! Plus Gojo gives Wassup vibes. And Viper looked so cool for Geto. And yes you be representing the OG!

🎃👻🦇 🎃 👻🦇🎃 👻🦇🎃👻🦇🎃👻🦇🎃

Fall has come.

Warm colored leaves whisking in the cold blowing winds.

And so much rambunctious chatter teemed the atmosphere.

The annual Halloween carnival fair has arrived.

"Fushiguro! Let's go on that ride next!" Yuji cheered enthusiastically as the pair rode the flaming pumpkin head shaped go bumper car.

"Fine fine! Just keep your eyes on the – ACK!" Megumi grabbed those mochi cheeks of Yuji's to make him face forward, both jerking forward as they got slammed in up front by another go cart.

"Itadori-kun! Eyes on the road!" Junpei laughed.

"You two can get it on later, ya know~" Ino teased, grinning, innuendo jokes going hard.

"Ino-san, please don't egg him on." Megumi grumbled, bashfully avoiding eye contact.

"If he wants to, sure." Yuji made it all seem so simple.

"WHAT!?" All three exclaimed in shock, startling the other drivers and passerby, earning him a hard yank on his tiger hood.

Mingling outside a food booth

"Mmm, umai~!" Nobara's eyes lit up with actual stars in them as she eyed her crepe with bat and spider sprinkles paired with chocolate sauce. "Delicious and Insta-worthy~! Maki-san, what do you think?"

She smacked her lips in afterthought, eyeing the"With the black and orange dyed cone, matching sherbert ice cream gave off that spooky pizzazz to put one in the festive mood "Not bad. Too much though."

"Hmm … then finding the best cammable sweets for Maki-san is our goal for this all Hallows Night!"

"Don't go overboard, baka." Maki bopped her on her crowned head, endearingly smiling. "Cause we're burning all this sugar in our workout tomorrow."

Nobara saluted. "Yes ma'am!"

From down the road, sitting at a mini table set up outside another food both, Mai scoffs at the sight. "Maki, what do you see in that girl?"

Giving heated glares to some passerby that were giving cat calls to Mai, Momo "Your envy is warranted but not tonight. Now have a spooky berry." Momo plopped a bloody frosted one from her decorated strawberry coffin into her partner's mouth.

"Out of all the people, she chose to date … her." Mai muffled through her full mouth.

"I heard that, you know." The Kyoto pair looked up to see Mai's twin and her bae standing there; Maki a bit facially irked whereas –

"We BOTH heard!" Nobara's seething face was too close for Mai's comfort; Maki restraining her from going feral, though Mai looked undisturbed.

Oh? I didn't see you there." Mai's false smile had Nobara shooting steam out of her nostrils.

"She means well." Momo; understanding Mai's protectiveness over her twin, just sat there and ate those berries away.

The baseball struck gold as the bottle tower collapsed with ease.

"Alright Nanami-san! Perfect aim as always!" Haibara cheered, clapping before pointing at the prize he wanted hanging above their heads. "How many prize booths does that make now?" Haibara beamed, arms full of stuffed toy prizes.

"This would be the fifth one. I believe we've reached a moderate amount at this point." Nanami stated, adjusting the strap keeping the star spangled shield on his back, as they walked off with their reward.

"Yeah. This is more than enough for my sister. Thank you. So here." Picking up his latest prize, he handed the Iron Man chibi doll to his beau. "As a token to remember this night."

Nanami was so taken back by the gesture. "Then you keeping this one would even things up." He plopped that Cap chibi plush right on Haibara's face.

Haibara nuzzled the Cap plush with his cheek. "I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth … Kento."

God, Nanami's heart was getting ready to burst right outta him! "Yu …" Looking straight ahead, he shyly blushed as he kept a hand on Yu's back just in case. "I'll never forget."

On a park bench, viewing the fair from across the way, the two ruggedly dressed drinking buddies were hogging the bench.

"You know spying is a bad look for you, Zen'in."

"Shut it. It's Fushiguro now, remember?" And yet, propped against the back of the bench, Toji kept glancing at his wolf eared teen son walking with his fellow sorcerer buddies through the festive grounds evidently content regardless if he was smiling or not.

"Just go say to your kids already, you big old wuss."

Downing some booze, Toji sighed. "Nah. It's better this way. Besides, his two new papas would kill me in cold blood if I got even close."

"You're actually pissed you didn't get invited to their group gathering." Shiu drolled, getting bonked in the back of the head by Toji's half empty bottle.

"Still though, nothing like a drink and a smoke outside to spend the night away." Shiu mused, smoke slipping through his lips.

Toji's semi bored eyes suddenly became focused as they trained on a former target that now alluded to his sights after slipping inside one of the many houses of horrors littered around the fair grounds.

Holding hands tightly, Riko and Kuroi jolted and squeaked among the many other costumed attendees from every jump scare triggered by the gory horrifying figures coming every which way.

"Riko-sama, it's okay if you don't want to keep going."

"No! I can be brave through this! Just to rub it in those two's smug ass faces! I can do this – mmph!" She bumped into someone's back amiss her self encouragement. Looking up into the blackest eyes of Count Choso who bluntly uttered.

"Boo."

Riko's terrified screams didn't startle Choso in the slightest as she flailed, losing balance, and falling into Kuroi's arms.

"Sorry about him, Amanai-chan. Just trying to get him in the spooky spirit is all." Yuki's head popped out from behind him, apologetically smiling.

"An incarnated object … in the flesh!" She was as terrified as she was astounded at being in his presence, especially when he punched a screeching animatronic that got too close for comfort.

"Another former Star Plasma Vessel." Choso pointed out dryly.

"I chose my own path going forward of my own free will, same as you. No need to be so blunt about it." Riko stuck her tongue out at the somewhat irked hybrid man.

"Riko-sama, let's get going. We're holding up the others behind us." Kuroi cautioned.

"Yes yes, we're wasting precious time here! The night is still young after all!~!" Not wanting to get kicked out and sued by those running the house, Yuki dragged those three out to the exit, barreling through puzzled exclaiming normies.

In a mock up Haunted Mansion ride, Kokichi stayed stiff but flustered as Miwa held his hand, hugged his arm, and cuddled up next to him in their automatic carriage seat for two.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She curiously wanted to know.

He nods, fidgeting a bit. "And you?"

"Yes … I'm with you, after all." Miwa's genuine smile spoke volumes to how true she meant it.

"Good." He kissed her cheek all feather-like, earning a glow from her face before she peppered his face all with lipstick kisses, to his dopey smiling face.

"Oh my precious students!" That alerted the two as they spotted their sensei tearing up, to which her date used her Zero plush to pat away those tears.

"Just ignore us. We'll keep mingling with our brethren, that's all." Shoko waved to them, lounging in the fake graveyard setting.

"Not if we get kicked out over it!" Utahime panicked.

"Eh, no big deal." Shoko's usual apathetic shrug.

"You promised me you wouldn't act like THOSE TWO – MMPH!" Utahime got shushed by a smooch. Zero's nose lit up red, smooshed in between them, pouting as they parted. "You don't play fair."

Shoko rubbed her nose against Utahime's, mixing her faded blue powder with her white face powder, smiling proudly. "You make it too easy."

Outside, in a corn maze, Toge was looking ahead over the tops, carried on Panda's shoulders,

"Tsuna Tsuna."

"Go right?"

"Shake."

"Got it. Oh, Yuta, why must you leave us in your wake!? We barely see him anymore! Now he left us behind in this maze!" Panda dramatically tearfully shouted to the heavens.

"Mentaiko."

Turning this and that way, they finally found Yuta. On the hay covered ground. With Rika laying atop him.

"T–Toge! Panda! Uh … I can explain everything! I – It was just a slip –!" Yuta sweated bullets.

"He still cushioned my fall. You're always looking out for me, Yuta, my love~!" Rika gushed.

While he remained calm on the surface; that and his mouth was covered in wraps, Toge was irked at seeing his close friend being smothered by his lifelong love.

"If you two wanted to be alone, all you had to do was say so." Panda suggestively said.

"Uh, that's not – AH!" Getting pulled up to their feet, Yuta blushed at how intense Inumaki's gaze held him with such devotion. Ruffling his hair, Toge was now turning red from what those wraps didn't hide, Yuta laughed a bit at the cute sight, before Panda bear hugged them all. "I – I missed you all too!"

Leaning against the fenced borders of the exit, Kusakabe-sensei stood beside his fellow Scarecrow; a display maybe but still, staying steer clear of any unwarranted hassle.

"Kids … naively enjoying normalcy despite our true reality. As long as I don't get screwed over in the long run, I'm –!"

A clown faced balloon got thrusted in his face.

"Take one. Enjoy yourself. I mean it."

Principal Yaga, handing out spooky themed balloons to adorably costumed kids passing by with their parents, still noticed the somber fear in his eyes. Speaking of kids –

"Come on, uncle! Mom is waiting for us!"

Yaga smiled at seeing Atsuya being dragged off by his Batman dressed nephew, willing to let his guard down for the little guy, a bat shaped balloon in his small gloved hand.

Mei cackling as money rained the sky. "Thinking you can trick me out of my wits," Men with wounded pride crumbled around her. "Only to be treated to my heart's content." They should never have bet straight outta their wallets. "Now that's what I call the best treat ever~!" She was that good at the shooting ranges. And darts. And slamming the hammer to ring the bell.

"Nee-sama, on top, as always~! Perfection~!" Ui applauded in his own odd unsettling way that only his elder sister enjoyed as she laughed madly.

Noritoshi hoped Miwa and the girls' choice of costume for him wouldn't make him feel so … out of his comfort zone. And yet, the various fangirls that adored the character he portrayed had them taking him up on both sides, hugging him arms and giggling nonstop at how fine he looked. Guess letting his hair down and loose made the look really sell. Still …

"I cannot tell if this is better than dealing with curses … or worse."

Getting dragged off to God knows where, an overwhelmed Noritoshi passed the masked Ijichi-san who was mesmerized by Nitta-san as the princess she is inside and out, twirling on the bridge. "I'll make sure not to lose my glass slipper~!" She cheekily jokes.

"I'd gladly carry you should you ever lose them." Ijicji bravely offered.

"Oh thank you Ichiji-san, but I'll manage. Right, Anata?"

All she got from the tarp draped ghost of her teen brother was jerky nodding and an "Eep!"

"He's really shy. But that makes him that much more precious to me~!" She hugged her startled embarrassed tarp brother.

It brought tears to Ichiji's eyes, sniffling. "Ah sibling love … so pure!"

And for Todo. Yeah, a Takada-chan Halloween themed concert was happening nearby. And yes he got tickets to see her. Cross dressed as his #1. The man will wear it with the utmost unbridled pride and joy for his Takada-Chan. And he'd lose it seeing her dressed as the best half angel half devil in history. "Pure and forbidden to all … the perfect balance … that's my Takada-chan~" He'd be on Cloud 9 yall!

SNAP!

"Ooh, another one!" Nanko cheered.

FLASH.

"New pose time." Mimiko softly suggested.

CLICK!

"Okay, one more!" Tsumiki added.

Posing and taking photos with cosplayers of their fave online idols in their demon slayer outfits was too much fun for all those involved.

"PHOTO BOMB!"

A Wassup Ghostface popped up above Nanako's head. Followed by a Viper one appearing between Mimiko and Tsumiki's faces. Startling away their cosplaying acquaintances.

"Our own papas giving us heart attacks, unbelievable!" Nanako complained.

"It was a good scare, though." Mimiko clapped a bit.

"It made my heart jolt right out of my chest!" Tsumiki exclaimed.

"Huh? Where's Mama, though?" Nanako asked.

"She's missing." Mimiko noted.

"I thought you three would all arrive together." Tsumiki reminded them.

Gojo pulled up his mask to beam at them. "Not to worry, girls. The Mrs is fine. Quite fine, actually~" Gojo's purring tone at how fine you looked in your costume did not go unnoticed as the girls mock gagging into their hands.

Geto also pulled his mask up to peck their foreheads. "You girls keep having fun…not too much, though." Geto wanted the best for his girls too, but not around unsavory company.

"Yes, Geto-sama." The twins kissed his cheeks before dragging Tsumiki off to rendezvous with Megumi's group.

The big question.

Where are you in all this?

Photographing the moments, of course.

Entrapping these precious once in a lifetime memories.

Looking over them all from afar, your tender smile gave way to a wave of attachment as tears pricked your vision behind that mask.

This fragile tender peace amiss this cursed world was what you sought-after.

Swaying from the overflow of sentiment, empathy and affection you felt for this found family had you shaking in your actual costumed boots.

"Tell me …" You felt his cursed energy appear immediately, hovering right behind you. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

You felt giddy, butterflies flocking your nerves, smiling nervously underneath your mask. "This one." You pointed at yourself. "Duh." You giggled as he glomped you from behind, lifting your mask off to see your red cheeked beauty. "Lord forbid I wanna remember this night, digitally and soulfully. Doing group hangouts takes lots of planning, coordination and effort – AAH~!"

You squealed as Satoru lifted you up bridal style, spinning you around, marveling at your form highlighted by the moon while the fair lights made your e/c eyes sparkle like the universe laid in your gaze. Matching his Six Eyes perfectly, hypnotized by them as ever, as he kissed you openly.

"Heaven sent … you truly are." Tuffs of his snony bangs tickled your forehead and nose as his face beamed with pride and joy, unbridled love stretched from both ends of his wide smile, all for you.

"An angel for our depraved souls," Feeling those giant clothes hands cup your cheeks from behind, your toothy smile looked up to see Suguru sharing the same twitterpated expression.

"Ghosts having guardian angels … huh. Who'd have thought?" Your attempt at joking only made them give loud, slobbering, open mouthed smooches all over your face as you became a flailing giggling mess.

"Selfie time~!" Satoru chirped as he took tons of them with his phone, lots of laughs and kisses exchanged amongst the many goofy, creepy, and ecstatic faces you three made.

When midnight would soon be upon you all.

"Looks like we're right on schedule." Suguru mused as you three saw everyone that you personally invited eventually convening where the end of the fair grounds and the park meet, fairy lights hanging among, between, and around the tall hanging trees, various spooky tune favorites playing in the background to set the mood.

"Precisely." You threw the heavy ginormous bag you brought with you.

You popped it with the signature cursed energized finger gun.

It rained candy for all assembled.

While some – Yuji, Panda, Toge, Yuta, Rika, Junpei, Ino, Nobara, Miwa, Riko, Yu, Todo cause his lovely Takada-chan's concert had ended early, Nanako, Mimiko, Tsumiki, Satoru who yes scrambled over to get some too – clamored for every piece they could get their hands on.

Others – the adults at least – had restraint or not much interest.

As the fireworks went off to signal the end of the night, so much lively chatter bounced off everyone in animated mayhem, and you could only stand there and watch in amusement, content, and peace.

You wanted to freeze this moment. As well as many others. From back then to going forward.

This world – this reality – was something else.

You found more meaning, a sense of belonging, and heart in being here.

You would shape, bend and change it all to make it the kind of world you wanted it to be.

One where you could protect the smiles of those you feel attached to. Keeping this little slice of semi-normalcy intact, this somewhat safe haven of a life.

And should any curses wreak havoc upon the city – they will be most active on this night after all – this league of sorcerers would exorcise the hell outta them.

Sitting down on the grassy grounds, you were lost in the glowing sight that you got startled as Suguru slung an arm around your shoulders, nuzzling your humming self with his own.

"Truly a memorable night. Well done, love~"

You two jumped as Satoru collapsed before you two, candy stains smearing his lips, but smiling too much to care. "Best Halloween thus far! But next year we gotta top it! We should throw a bash! At our place!" Satoru's eyes were crazed and high at that point.

"Satoru, no more sugar for you tonight." Suguru lightly scolded.

"But Suguru, I feel so good right now~!" You and Sugu sucked the sweetness right off Toru's lips. "Like that but more~! Please love~?" Those puppy dog eyes and pouty lips have you kissing his lips. "Thanks you two~"

Helping Satoru sit up enough to rest on his elbows, you three spent the moment relishing the youthful scenery. Satoru's head rested on your left shoulder, Suguru's head rested on your right shoulder, and you hummed at how warm and cozy and right it all felt.

Calling out to everyone assembled to do at least one group cheer before the clock struck twelve.

Finishing the night off with one last –

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"

[jophiel-extras]

Ink Demon Drabble

summary :: Being cute with Bendy

warnings :: none

reader pronouns :: none mentioned

“Hi darling,” you carefully bent at the knees to kneel close to Bendy, looking over his shoulder at the play set he had put together for himself, “what are you up to?” Your warm greeting kept Bendy calm enough to keep attending to his toys and not spare himself to look for danger, so you answered your own question by inspecting the things he had gathered to entertain himself.

A ruffed up plush, and small cardboard cutout. He would always make do with the scraps he came across.

It was always a pleasure to run into the little scallywag when journeying through the dangerous halls of the ‘studio’. He was such an innocent delight that left you feeling warm, hopeful and craving a further interaction. He turned to you, drawn smile inked to his face, he handed you the plush.

You inspected it, turning it to see the loose seams and greyish, yellow fabric. “Is this for me?” He nodded enthusiastically, “thank you Bendy.” You returned his toothy grin and placed the toy within your inventory.

It seemed his playtime was over, as he abandoned the cardboard cutout and stood up, replacing the toy with the grip of your hand. His gloved, cartoonish fingers secured tightly to your thinner hand.

“Are you gonna come hang with me for a little bit?” You asked, questioning his grip to you. Again, he nodded, bright eyes ready to follow you anywhere. “Great, I have a little place we can rest at for a bit.” You tug lightly on his arm, leading him into the direction of one of your hideaway bunkers, full of food and a bed to get some rest on that was hidden within the thick walls of the factory. There neither of you would be in any threat of danger by any feisty clumps of ink.

[acim-ed-ortsac]

the Devil doesn’t bargain

Reader and Proud Immortal Demon Way

You were naive.

Died by the hands of a speeding car, you reincarnated into the world SVSSS…or PIDW you’re assuming since you found yourself becoming a slave with Shen Jiu and Yue  Qi, with your slave number being Ba for eight. The slavers found you when you were a toddler, bringing you to where the other slave children were. There, you were raised alongside Shen Jiu and Yue Qi. You were quite happy because Shen Jiu was your favorite character, despite not being there in the three books. 

He was human with many layers and sides. You didn’t see an evil scumbag or a bitter slave that became a Peak Lord, but rather a child that was molded by society’s cruelty. Having taken psychology, you knew the Nature vs Nurture theory and evidence of it. And it’s clear that Shen Jiu is the product of Nurture rather than Nature.

You three were inseparable, becoming the dusk of Qi-ge’s light and A-jiu’s night. You had no hesitation to steal if it meant that your friends would be fed. A-Jiu would scold you while Qi-he would fuss over you, checking for wounds. It was then you swore you would change their fates from the original plot.

Even when you three were sent to the Qiu Household and Qi-ge ran away with the promise of returning, you stayed with A-Jiu to share his suffering. You became a friend and kindred spirit. 

Even when you burned the Qiu’s house, except for Qiu Haitang, the women and the children. You held A-jiu’s hand all this time, smiling at him. Shen Jiu asked, “Will you not leave me?”

And you only graced him with a smile while saying, “I’ll be with you, A-Jiu. Whether fire, water, or air. Through light and darkness, I’ll be with you. And if you die, I’ll burn the world that has wronged you.”

You watched his eyes tear up as determination roared in your chest, prepared to change his fate.

30 years later…

A-jiu’s dead.

You stared emotionlessly at the corpse of Shen Jiu, now Shen Qingqiu, who’s now a bound corpse in the middle of the Huanhua palace room where his trial was. Cultivators, especially the ones from the great four sects were either celebrating his death and those angered that he got out too quickly before he could be replayed tenfold.

You walked towards the corpse, ignoring any voice that spoke your way, they were irrelevant. You took A-Jiu in your arms, his cold body against your warm and alive one as you embraced him. You nosed into the crook of his neck as anger began to bubble like a pot of water on a stove. Shaking, you hold him tightly as you grit your teeth.

“What are they doing!?”

“A friend?”

“As if that scum has any friends!”

The last line broke any restraint as you screamed into the ceiling with unbridled anger, letting out the demon that resided in you unleashed.

BENDY!

The ink demon was delighted to be out.

A shrilling screech followed by a guttural roar resounded throughout the room before black inky tentacles shot out of you and latched themselves onto everyone within the sect building. No one could escape, even as they resisted and struggled, it was fruitless as the tentacles latched onto their heads, rendering them still and vulnerable.

As you fed them the memories of Shen Jiu, letting them watch the nightmare you and he went through, you began singing. Call you mad in grief and sorrow, it’s the last piece of sanity you could entertain before actually going mad with anger, grief, and sorrow.

Before you destroyed Jianghu.

The lyrics left your lips before you even noticed, broken with incoming sobs.

 “ The moon will sing a song for me,

I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made

With no light of my own

I shine with only the light you gave me…

I shine with only the light you gave me…”

The voices from the puddles join in with your singing, comforting your loss. Tears fell like a waterfall from your eyes, only to be wiped by a grotesque and deformed hand. The hand itself was barely covered by a glove, which only protected the palm and not the three fingers it had. A deep and guttural voice spoke beside you, near your ear. “Angry, little human?”

You looked back at Bendy, whose human teeth were stretched into an inhumanely wide smile, his horns curved back, and his body disfigured and disproportionate. He looms over you, towers even, but you feel no fear.

“So much,” you replied as the tentacles slowly retreated back onto Bendy, you came out of your back. One by one, the cultivators in the room regain awareness of their surroundings, pale with horror and realization. You glanced at Luo Binghe, who at one point had sympathized with him and loved him, who looked at you with new realization, paleness, and something unreadable.

You moved on to the Cang Qiong sect, where the peak lords are white as a sheet as they realize what they had done to your misunderstood friend.

Qiu Haitang, whom you glared with disgust, trembled. “No…it can’t be..my brother—“

“Was a lecherous, greedy, scum bastard,” you spat out the words like acid. “Qiu Janlou,”’ you said the name like it was a bitter delicacy. “That’s what he was. And you were too blind to see it, stupid princess.”

“I thought you were lying!” She cried, so into her head at the revelation and revealed that she didn’t notice you walking towards her. It wasn’t only till you gripped her head with your fingers, squishing her cheeks painfully while digging your nails. “Do you also wanna know?” You said loudly for all of them to hear. “Your brother lusted after you! That man was not only a lecher but also an incestuous mutt! A pathetic human being so low to even live!”

Before the girl could say anything, you slapped her, nails scratching her cheek. “You spoiled,” another slap “coddled, “and another “weak mistress!” A final slap sent her to the ground, her pretty face marred with scars from your nails.

You flicked the blood of your nails, sneering in disgust. Her sobs didn’t deserve any sympathy from you.

You then looked at the Old Palace master, a smile so vile with anger that he would've melted on the spot. “And all you pathetic cultivators talk about scum, you  aren’t aware that a certain scum hides amongst you!”

They all turn to the Old Palace Master, who tries and fails to put up a kind facade. “What evidence do you have—“

“Oh, we’re really going that route?” You smiled with teeth, Bendy as the Ink Demon laughed behind you. “How about we ask Tianlang-Jun that!”

At your words, demonic qi filled the room as the said demon lord entered with casual swag, Zhuzhi-lang by his side. They gasped at his appearance, disbelief, and anger as they tried to make sense of this.

Tianlang-Jun, for his part, smiles casually yet his eyes hold malicious anger. “My, it has been quite a while since I’ve seen some familiar faces,” his eyes immediately went to the Old Palace Master. “Especially you.”

“How!?” The old man cried, speaking the question everyone had in mind.

With dramatic flair, you looked at Luo Binghe. “Luo Binghe, I would like to introduce to you Tianlang-Jun, your father. Who loved your mother, Su Xiyan, with all of his heart. Unfortunately, her Shizun was obsessed with her and out of jealousy, lied to the whole cultivation world to get rid of Tianlang-Jun. Who poisoned Su Xiyan to kill the baby who is now known as Luo Binghe.”

Meeting the said young man’s eyes, you then stated. “And the reason why you became an orphan.”

You ignored the hitched breath as you looked at the cultivators gathered, “Pathetic cultivators, young and old, I have come to announce the destruction of Jianghu!”

Expectedly, this outraged everyone excluding the two demons and you. Yue Qi looked at you pleadingly, trying to negotiate or settle this peacefully, but you snapped your head at him with fierce eyes. “Don’t talk to me so familiarly, Zhangmen-shixiong.” You said mockingly, outraging his shidis and disciples in his sect. “He was your brother, your friend! And yet you sided with the majority when it came to rumors and accusations! Didn’t I tell you to stay by his side, to give the benefit of the doubt to these rumors!? Are my visits a waste of time if this is the result!?” You groused, fingers elongating and scales fluttering on your cheek. “What a poor brother you have been to A-Jiu, you pathetic excuse of a brother!”

With a snap of your fingers, shards of glass hurriedly gathered into the air to form a single shard. The reflection then changed to the entirety of the Central Plains, whose faces were horrified and angry. You laughed, “People of the human realm, do you judge these cultivators as unworthy protectors of you all!?”

“Yes!” The people in the shard answer.

“What’s going on…” a cultivator asked, losing sense of reality.

“They know?!”

“The common people were watching the whole time!?”

“Stop them!” The Little Palace mistress shrieked, outraged that not only her father was slandered but soon their reputation would be destroyed.

“Silence!” You growled at her. “You have your answer from the people,”

Deciding enough was enough, you looked up at the sky with arms raised at your sides. “You celebrate his death, I’ll only celebrate…”

“When your ashes fall.”

From there, like a broken dam, demons poured into the building with glee.

Years later…

The story of the ruler of the Human realm spread for millennia. The story of how they overthrew the Emperor and his courts, how they exposed the truth of the cultivator world and brought it down to rebuild it back up. The story of how the Ruler of the Human realm soon merged and traded with the Demon Realm’s Emperor, Tianlang-Jun, who had been wronged by the cultivators.

In return for freeing him, Tianlang-Jun handed his only blood son to them as payment for their loss of a friend.

Some may pity the half-blood, but others would say that he got what he deserved for being blinded by hate and anger.

There were stories of the Qing Jing peak lord, Shen Qingqiu, who was abused at youth, and climbed to the top to have security, only to be gifted with accusations and a trial by the cultivators he adored. 

There were songs about the tragedy of the two friends, the death of Shen Jiu, and the loss of the Ruler.

Demons and humans soon assimilated into each other, and racism between them soon became little as they understood one another. Cultivators soon became not demon eradications but rather equal to demons when it comes to fighting. The ruler of the Human realm does not tolerate racism, nor do they tolerate slavery, leading to the abolishment of slavery and giving the homeless a place of food and shelter while giving children a chance to learn and adults a chance to earn.

Yet, despite the good they have achieved, the ruler of the human realm soon died afterward, leaving their head disciple as heir.

The son of Tianlang-Jun, Luo Binghe, soon returned to the Demon Realm and it was whispered that he had changed while under the human ruler. There are whispers from servants that he has mellowed down and soon became hard-working yet stoic, not taking any wives or husbands nor concubines.

There were whispers of the servants from his chambers that said that when he would think he was alone, he would clutch a fan and a stuffed toy in his hands, pulling them close to his chest.

No one knew of the Ink Demon that lurks in the Human Palace, following, and tailing the Ruler. No one knows of its inky abyss that had sent rats of pathetic beings down to become one of the monstrous creations or a Lost Soul. No one knows that once the Ruler has passed, it soon lingers in the shadows of their Head disciple who took on the mantle to rule.

———-

All was dark before voices invaded your ears, stirring you to the waking world. When you woke up to clear green eyes, you weren’t surprised to find yourself back in the past with Shen Jiu. And by the looks of it, the wretched Qiu shack they put the two of you in.

You snarled internally when you looked at A-Jiu’s broken legs, “No…”

You refused to repeat the past.

Manhandling Shen Jiu on your back, you broke down the wooden wall of the shack with your body before running with Shen Jiu.

You won’t let Shen Jiu die.

You won’t let him be wronged.

You will make sure he’s raised with love.

With knowledge.

You’ll make sure he’s living happily.

Away from Cang Qiong.

Away from other cultivators.

Away from Luo Binghe.

With your knowledge of the future and the teachings that you had learned before your death, you’re sure of things.

A year ago…

The sound of screams was music to your ears, watching in glee as everything was thrown into chaos. Bendy having his fun with tearing apart any foolish cultivator that tried to go up against you. You watched as those who had wronged your friend were thrown to the ground before being branded as property for the demons to claim.

That was your end of the deal, offering any cultivator in the designated place that catches the eyes of the demons helping you.

You clapped with manic joy as you watched the Little Palace Mistress wail at the hot brand being burned on her skin by a large demon, who looked at her with leering eyes. Was this wrong? Morally, yes. But then again, it was an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Hammurabi's code historically. You did say to A-Jiu that you will burn the world that wronged him to the ground, and you’re about to do that.

You in your madness of rage, glee, and vindictiveness, spun in the middle of the chaos. “Kings have honor,” your right hand flung to the side open-handed in the air “Soldiers have bravery,” your other hand reached to the other side, making you go in a wide arm stance with two of your hands up in the air as if praising the gods up above. You then brought your hands together before clasping at your chest, “And poets have heart.” You smiled even when you felt a threat going behind your back. “But all I have…” Even when they raised a sword upon you before bringing it down…

Swish! Clang!

Luo Binghe looked absolutely dashing in his demonic heritage when you stopped Xin Mo with a scythe you procured from your sleeve. You kept your smile even then, eyes wide with fury, ink dripping down your face as if you were melting.

"̵̧̛̻̦̲̮̱̻̰̱̰̰͊̊Ḭ̶̧̺̜̮͙̗̙͓̿́͊̓̏̑͐̔̍͒̉͂̈́Ṡ̶̞̣̹͓̻̣̝͚̾̎ ̵̨̨͚̤̗̓͗̐̌̉R̵̢̡̩̦̘̗̪͇̬̺̓͆̓́̀͜͠Ą̷̮͎͎͒Ğ̸̫͎̗̠͓̖͇Ę̵̧̺̹̣̫͚̹͔̞͋̂̈́̐̍̈́͐̋̚!̵̡̧̼̠͓̥͓̬̗͕̜̙̄̈́͋̈͑̒̉͆"̷̟͎͉́̒̚ ———————

Throughout the years, you’ve managed to avoid Cang Qiong and the other sects, even people that hurt you and Shen Jiu such as Wu Yanzi. (Although you killed him when you had the chance.) You taught A-Jiu everything you knew about being a cultivator, such as opening your spiritual sense and forming a golden core, and even stole some manuals that’ll help you.

You both lived out your days in a cave, which you redecorated to both of your liking. A-Jiu learned to sew robes for the two of you, the quality immaculate, as expected as the soon-to-be - now the former peak lord.

You taught him how to read and write, which garnered his suspicions. You told him the truth, how you knew the future, and how you retained your memories. At first, A-Jiu was in disbelief but soon believed you since you had knowledge that was above a slave.

You two lived happily…

Until people from the past came looking for Shen Jiu.

Ao3

[corvidsocs]

Hey mate can I get some detailed descriptions of like 2 of your ocs because I want to draw them

( my stupid device won't let me scroll enough to see them :( )

I'm not sure I've got properly detailed descriptions of them anyways, so this was a good ask. I think I'll do more than two just to have more available to see, and then you can pick the ones ya like most, if that makes sense?

Dialtone: A tall, mostly humanoid robot. Her head's a screen of about a 3:2 ratio, and she typically displays some relevant symbol or expression on there. She doesn't like to have words on the screen, but it's technologically available. Clothing-wise she's got a purple tuxedo, white shirt, a bow tie that's whatever color looks nice for the art, and some quite standard shoes. She's not got any traits that in humans are examples of sexual dimorphism. She's fairly lanky, and her limbs as well as her neck have that sort of endlessly bendy and stretchy system you see quite often on fictional robots.

Alice: She along with Simon, Edmund, and Elizabeth are all an alien species called Thirlens. Some consistent traits to these are an entirely black, rather goopy looking body, ability to shift and contort pretty much however's convenient, and some degree of control over their physical size that has an increasing upper limit as they age. They've usually got one face, in a faintly glowing white, but if there's some manner of serious emotional conflict or turmoil or such there can be more. Thirlens tend to wear full body cloaks with a mask over the face (one mask regardless of however many faces there are, as well). Alice specifically has a light gray mask rather resembling that of a plague doctor, albeit in a firmer material. Think perhaps along the lines of plastic. Her cloak is more of a middle grey, and she's also got a wide brimmed, flat hat. Size-wise, she tends to be about the height of a standard human. You could look her in the eyes without much trouble.

Simon: He's a great deal taller than Alice, though I've never been much one for comparisons. He's taller than a lot of buildings, but there's a lot taller than him. His mask is a triangle, with triangular eyeholes. His greys are darker, with a trick I often do being to have his mask gray be Alice's cloak grey, thus ensuring an overall darker look while having a nice bit of consistency.

Hyacinth: This one's quite tall, though still within a very understandable range. Probably around 8-9 feet, though that's with a design featuring a lot of slouching. Their head looks rather like a video camera, with a long antenna coming off the back and ending in a red sphere. After the head there's two portions of neck leading to a very boxy body segment. Going down another step there's some rather complicated shaped sections working to make a curve between the body and the treds used for locomotion, which have a triangular cover/connecting piece. The arms hang down to just off the ground, the body is teal, and this one's complex enough I'll have to reblog with an art once I can just to have an example.

Nathaniel Robot: A scruffy looking caucasian man with generous hair both upon his head and upon his face, whitened by age. His clothing is typically a buttoned shirt and standard pants. Lived in the 19th and early to mid 20th centuries if that matters.

Targvenn: Quite tall, mostly in the neck. Reptile, with a very round snout and no tail. Bipedal. Mostly dark grey scales, with teal on his belly and throat. His eyes are in a matching color.

Flitzkel: A short, fuzzy creature. No arms, and legs that only barely reach out beyond the fluff. Four alternating stripes in black and yellow, with his eyes being in a yellow stripe at the second-highest.

Morf Dalilce: looks mostly human. Average height, brown unruly hair of about chin length. The inhuman aspects are blue skin, short orange horns, and a standard triangular demon tail with a chunk out, making a lopsided double triangle. They wear a tuxedo that, while once quite nice, has become quite worn, with a great many patched sewn on in a variety of colors. Smirks.

That's all the big ones, I could add less important ones in a reblog if people want that

[sonicasura]

so hi i saw a post abt bendy x skylanders and the batim x kaiju no.8 caught my eye, so now im curious abt how that would work, would bendy be like a semi baby kaiju or would he be somthing else?

For a Bendy/Kaiju No.8, his origins are mostly the same like in BATIM/BATDR. An experiment created by Joey Drew for his own personal gain. Though Bendy here is a bit different from everyone.

Joey decided to add an extra ingredient for the Dancing Devil alone: kaiju blood. Some businesses often use this type of substance to rid impurities within ink and keep it fresh for longer. Although it is heavily restricted in some countries as constant misuse lead to severe acid burns.

Joey Drew had purchased a bottle from the Black Market to use for his first creation. The results were the same. Bendy was born off design and Joey seals him away. What nobody knew at the time was why kaiju blood was a heavily restricted item.

Mixing ink with the blood of certain species would cause it to release a pheromone that attracts kaiju. Joey had purchased the most potent one possible and carelessly tossed it in ink waste. Not even two days later, Joey Drew Studios was eviscerated in a vicious kaiju attack.

Bendy was set free as a result and thus began to aimless roaming. His body hasn't already filtered out the pheromone while inside the Ink Machine so he avoided the kaiju that came to ransack the studio. The Ink Demon would wander for years, often stowing away on ships or planes.

A long trek which eventually leads him to Japan and the path of 27 year old Kafka Hibino.

Art belongs to @dilophosauridae248

[eldritch-spouse]

How would the Icons feel about their obsession being massive, like taller than them kinda massive, towering over them? (they’d obviously not be human in this cause lol)

I have a height complex and NEED to be taller than everyone U-U

Icons with someone who towers over them

To tower over Vorticia, you'd have to be... Some kind of creature, for sure. She's not used to not being the tallest, ever, so this is definitely something she'll have to slowly adapt to. She doesn't feel threatened, but she does find herself gawking at you often. You're... Beautiful. Elegant, powerful. She's never been so taken before. Please, please hold her just once.

Zizz is also heavily surprised. But given he's already had contact with someone bigger than himself (Vorticia), it takes less for him to accept it. He's happy to finally be able to lean on you when he feels sleepy. In fact, he'd like to nap on you like a cat if you'd let him. If you pick up this demon, he will go lights out within seconds, guaranteed. Who knew he'd enjoy being the small spoon so much?

Kalymir is so fucking HYPED. You're formidable! You're a total beast! You're power incarnate and he wants you to show him just how brutal you can be. Wreck him! He'd love to actually fight you one on one, you'll never hear him more hysterical than when you manage pin him down- The Icon might actually cum himself. This is fucking amazing for him, he's never been a trophy husband before, but like Hell he's complaining.

Vesper is, albeit a little surprised, mostly horny. Can you blame him? It's very rare that he meets somebody who can manhandle him, so he's definitely itching to find out how you'll put him to use. His beautiful Queen will have toys made to her size, lingerie that fits you to a T, the whole nine yards, he doesn't care if he looks like a dwarf next to you, he's in cloud nine. You beautiful, hot giantess slut.

Rinx hopes your hands are also bigger, so you can hold his in yours and make him feel more proportionate. The first thing he does is order a couple dozen new sets of clothes for you, because obviously, it must be hard to find anything high-quality with your size- You poor, poor thing. You're his biggest treasure, literally. You're invaluable, and your magnitude only serves to showcase that! You're the biggest gem he could ever want, and he'll squeal like a school girl should you ever pick him up like you OWN him.

Livius is your personal scarf, it seems. He's not particularly bothered by you being taller than him, mostly because the lord of Envy never really stands completely straight- But oh he won't be deterred. He's likely to wrap his bendy limbs all around you and, depending on the size difference, rest on your back or shoulder like a parrot. This is fine by him! Really, he's having a ball. Sometimes, he might feel envious of your size, something he can't really mimic no matter how hard he tries, but it's an intrusive thought he can will away without too much effort.

Cero is mildly... Put off. It doesn't really sit right with him that he's not taller that you. He'd like it if you had to look up at him, but there's not much he can do aside from ordering you to crawl- Which is definitely something that makes his pants feel tight. Size isn't all however, he'll find ways of asserting himself, rest assured. Nonetheless, the fact you're so tall is good in the long-run. A prideful ruler should tower above all others, head held high and chin up, stepping on any and all who cross your way, you are to be the pinnacle of elegance next to him.

[roux36prod]

Hey Roux! Been interested in your content for a hot minute (I'm one of the folks who asked Henry a question a little bit ago)

I got a question about the Bendy Analouge horror coming out. Will we get a closer look at some of the models used for it any time soon? How different will they be from some of the older models you've made?

(IE: Toon Ink Demon, the Sammy Lawrence model from the one video you made, etc.)

A lot of the designs will be revealed within the series itself, ESPECIALLY the Ink Demon designs. It’ll be likely that you’ll only get a better look at the designs AFTER their debut episode has already released. As for the designs you’ve already seen, here’s a bit of a fun fact.

The Toon Demon and Sammy Lawrence were actually designs I made for a different AU called Bendy and the Demon Within (BATDW), before I started prioritizing the Bendy Analog Horror AU as my main Bendy AU.

Bendy Analog Horror is gonna have a VASTLY different art style compared to BATDW. BATDW is more cartoonish, sort of more resembling an Epic Mickey art style mixed with some more canon designs. The Bendy Analog Horror designs will be a FAR cry from the canon, and are typically designed to be more organic and disturbing (maybe even grotesque), but in a way that makes sense.

Here’s the concept art for both versions of Sammy Lawrence to compare:

[or13m]

Ink Wells and Dark Spells (batim) chapter 002

Bendy sprinted with all his might to the stairs, not trusting the elevator that had already failed him more than a few times. You'd think they would fix that thing already! He took the steps two at a time by jumping them, his short legs only going so far. It may not have made him any faster, but it sure helped burn some of his anxiety!

He only skidded to a stop when he reached Audrey's door, glad that no one but her had stayed late tonight. That was the case most of the time, but he'd had a couple close calls in the last week with a newbie who was trying to suck up to the boss by overworking. He didn't know why because he was clearly too tired to do his best work and ended up giving his character a tail by accident when he was technically not supposed to have one in the show.

Said tail was swinging rapidly behind him right now, as a matter of fact, getting Audrey's attention from where she was seated at her animator's desk.

"Oh, Bendy! It's you!"

The little ink demon tilted his head and rose a brow as if to say "Really?". Audrey had a habit of pointing out the obvious, he'd noticed. She liked to converse with others, so he supposed that she would do this to keep conversations going. The polar opposite of his Mouse, who only liked talking freely to him and that was only after a good week and a half of him convincing you that you weren't a bother. Bendy must have gotten a dopey smile on his face because Audrey was quick to ask him what he was thinking about. He perked up, shaking his head to indicate nothing before making his way further into the room.

"You know, you've been acting funny these past few months," the brunette continued, abandoning the work on her desk to focus her attention on the mischievous little demon. As she suspected, he stiffened at her words. She knew that look. She should. She drew it enough times in his cartoons. "You hiding something?" she asked, a smile pulling at her lips. She wasn't upset or unsettled. More than anything, she was curious. What could Bendy, the Dancing Demon be so secretive about?

Bendy shook his head emphatically, causing it to spin in place. He had to catch it with his hands to stop it, a wave of dizziness temporarily overcoming him. He could faintly hear the toon birds chirping above him before they vanished when he regained his balance. He noticed Audrey chuckling at him, but thought little of it. He was a toon, after all, meant to entertain even if it was by accident.

He didn't want to tell her about you. You were HIS and he wasn't ready to share you just yet. Audrey had been getting suspicious as of late, something that Bendy had taken notice of. He had to admit that he was pretty obvious about it, unable to hide his emotions as well as his darker half could. He'd been gone for long periods of time, visiting Audrey only briefly before taking off again. He had tried making more regular visits to take off those suspicions, but they only seemed to make Audrey notice MORE. Now he was visiting NIGHTLY and it was only making him antsy every time. He really wanted to get back to you...

"Oh, alright, keep your secrets. I won't pry," Audrey winked before turning back to her work. Bendy eyed her for a moment, piecut eyes narrowing with suspicion. She didn't flinch, simply continuing to work on the frames she had been tasked with. Bendy huffed before leaving the room, free to roam around the studio with the other employees all gone for the night. Ever since Wilson, they hadn't bothered to hire another janitor, simply letting Audrey take care of that since she had volunteered for such a late-night shift to take care of the last-minute cram sessions. Bendy was grateful for that since it gave him free reign in the real world--still within the boundaries of a studio, but at least this one had some color to it.

He paused midstep out in the hallway, lifting a gloved finger to his chin. He wondered if you'd ever thought about the real world and its color. Would you want to come with him? Well, he knew the answer to that, already. You always gave a cute pout when he'd leave and was always excited when he'd return. You were just happy to be with him. The thought made his cheeks warm.

Well, he couldn't take you with him just yet, but maybe he could bring you a gift? What trinket would charm you, though?

Bendy began to wander around in the faintly-lit halls of Arch Gate Pictures, poking his head in various rooms along the way. His horns wiggled with excitement when he caught sight of a little red rose beside a trash can in one room. He was quick to grab it, careful to make sure that it had no thorns to prick your delicate hands. He glanced into the trash--mostly full of crumpled papers--and spotted a small heart box. Curious, he picked it up and popped off the lid. His piecut eyes glistened at the hidden treasures inside.

Chocolates! Perfect! This was going swell for the little demon!

Hm, what else could he get you though? Rose and chocolates are the basics, but he wanted to get something personal for just YOU. Now what would--Oh! Duh! Of course! How could he be so dumb...

His heart beat a 1000 miles a minute as he raced as fast as his little toon legs could take him to the art department, keeping the gifts he already had close to his chest. Finding an empty sketchbook and some drawing utensils in a studio was ridiculously easy. You loved to draw. Whenever the two of you would stop for a bit, you would find a puddle of ink, a piece of wood, and start doodling on the wall. You had tried to use your finger, at first, but even the ink from the floor would sink into your skin and disappear. Just like his other half, he found that fascinating.

Gifts in hand, he sped back to the ink machine, completely forgetting that he was coming and going even earlier than intended.

He never did realize that he was being followed the whole time...

[rosetyler42]

Some drawings of Ericka and Alice, or as I like to call the BrOTP ship, Deadly Angel. I love the idea of these two cartoony badass spooky queens together.

1 and 2. Ericka reassuring her pal Alice after the Fairy Godmother attacked, threatening Alice and her family. She relates to Al in many ways: they have a similar story, personality, and taste in men. And both are Ex-murderesses trying to do better but still haunted by guilt of their past selve's crimes. They also both have self-esteem issues due to past judgement by others and have perfectionism to get over. Though Alice isn't nearly as brave or quite as optimistic as her human gal pal. Most of her life has been hiding and planning for every little thing that went wrong lest she gets sent back to the dark puddles, thinking she was an ugly twisted version of her true self who needed to be beautiful and PERFECT to be happy. Having friends around to reassure her and take her mind off things is...new to her. Esoecially with her fears of her dangerous Susie side.

Note: Like the original, Alice has 2 personalities living within her: the innocent toon and the hurt corrupted woman she used to be - Susie Campbell. In me and @lovelylivelyv 's headcanon, Susie is the one behind the evil deeds of Twisted Alice, while Alice was trapped inside largely forced into going along with it until Susie's soul was largely put to rest. Now, Alice is largely in control, although Susie is still hidden in there and Alice still has her memories...though they feel like they happened to someone else. While she has control over her transformations largely, Alice can also change forms and voice when upset or angry. She's still not quite as stable as, say, Boris.

Bonus: Protective Ericka's evil smile, Bad Ass Monsterfucker Pun and the idea Ericka likes playing the BATIM lever challenge as a training game!

3. In WIR-Verse, ice has this prank she'll sometimes do, offering a fake Tommy gun just to watch with a smile as it melts in their hands....well, she may be redeemed as Alice in the "vivisecting and murder" department. But she's not a fallen angel for NOTHING...

4. Ericka asks about the mysterious Milla Legna tapes, having worked out Alice was the true Milla because of the Legna Angel anagram. Alice is a bit embarrassed of Susie's deeds, but Ericka not only doesn't judge, but compliments it! And Alice returns the favor by good-naturedly teasing Ericka about her monsterfucker Pan-ic. XD

Bonus Baby Jack! Being a monster baby, I figure he can make some strange noises in addition to normal baby babble, like Ink Bendy's "Moo" noises.

5. 2 Debbie's talking shop! Some point after the Dark Revival update, Ericka comes to check out her friend's new second pair and finds Alice has a whole setup of electric chairs! After some good natured ribbing (showing Alice has grown to accept her murderous side a bit and to trust her friend not to judge it) I'm sure Ericka wants to play with the setup. She's a Debbie fan and she's never gotten to play with electric chairs before!

Bonus: In this picture is Eddie, Ericka's swoobat, as well as 2 of Alice's pokemon: Susie the Mawile and Betty the Meloetta.

6. Remember how I said both Ericka and Alice have similar tastes? This one plays with that. XD Bonus Addams Family "Howling Demons" joke and smol baby Jack. BTW, "Heavenly sin" is based on @thedopedemon 's work!

7. It's not just Ericka reassuring Alice. Alice knows how to cheer up Ericka too when criticism from others starts getting to her. She refuses to see ANYONE go through the pain she did alone.

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: Prickly Pear Acres PARTIES: Daisy (farm hand NPC), Felix (@recoveringdreamer), & Wynne (@ohwynne) SUMMARY: Daisy, Felix, and Wynne are playing a low-stakes game of horseshoes that none of them are particularly good at, chatting and having a good time when they suddenly smell smoke. CONTENT WARNINGS: none.

—

Maybe the party was something Felix needed. With everything going on lately, they felt so much heavier than they were used to. They couldn’t stop thinking about Samir, couldn’t stop hearing that brutal snap that had ended the fight between Razor and Lockjaw. It didn’t help that they’d lost their ability to escape the Pit when Leo forced them into living in the boiler room, either. These days, Felix went from the ring to the boiler room in a way that made it difficult to feel as though he was anything but property of the Grit Pit. The small rebellions he’d planned with Wyatt helped, but they only went so far.

The party would go further. Felix was sure of it, was confident that being here and relaxing would… fix something, even if they weren’t sure what. They’d feel better after a few hours spent with kind people playing party games. They were sure of it.

Even so, they stuck mostly to people they knew. They’d spent most of the day glued to Daisy’s side, taking comfort in her familiarity and trying to convince her to let them help with some of the cleanup that would surely await her at the party’s end. They figured they should probably participate in the actual party, too, though, so when they saw Wynne playing horseshoes, they headed over. “I, um… I think I’ll probably be bad at this,” they greeted Wynne with a sheepish grin. “But it could be fun, right? Do you know the rules? Are there rules?”

—

This was good. After everything that had happened at the farm, all the hands had been delighted by the idea of having a party for them and their friends. They were permitted to invite whoever they pleased, with the mutual understanding that safety and security was paramount. There were some people here that Daisy knew, friends of Monty’s, and many more she did not. But she was excellent at making new friends, and she didn’t mind one bit that Felix had decided she was going to be their chaperone for the evening. They were a sweet young thing, and Daisy adored their gentle, genuine kindness. It was such a hard thing to come by these days!

Following them to greet the person tossing horseshoes, Wynne—who Daisy was somewhat familiar with, having seen them around the farm a few times already, the woman piped up at the question about rules. “First to forty points or whoever has the most points after fifty shoes pitched wins! A ringer, so gettin’ that there shoe around the stake, is three points! Touchin’, leanin’, or within six inches is one point. I think there’s more ‘bout the pitchin’ area n’ all, but that’s far too complex for a little ol’ party game, don’t ya think?” She beamed, leaning over to pick up two horseshoes from the box they were sitting in and passing the pair to Felix. “And I think you’re gonna do great, sweetheart!” She looked at Wynne, still wearing that wide, effortless smile. “I do think we’ve got some stiff competition here, though! Why don’t you start, dear? You’re already warmed up.” 

—

There was something so sweet about Prickly Pear Acres. Ever since their first visit – when they’d gotten Rhiannon – they had returned with pure glee, reveling in the familiarity that came with farmlife. Wynne liked that they could encounter these things without sacrifices and other demonic cult things and that it could be celebrated. It almost all felt like life could be alright. And so they had split from Ariadne for a while to figure out what the games were about, often anxiously checking for a blonde head in the crowd. 

Throwing horseshoes was ridiculous, of course! Horseshoes had a purpose. But most of the ones they were throwing were bendy and rusted, so it was alright and not a waste of resources. Wynne had been attempting to understand how to best go about it before Felix and Daisy arrived. “Oh,” they said, giving them both a smile. “Hi! I think it is fun. I like throwing things without purpose — well, I guess there is a purpose. To win!” They weren’t very competitive, but they could try to be. Even if their opposition was Felix, who they liked a lot and didn’t want to make sad about losing. As Daisy explained the rules, Wynne went to collect the horseshoes they’d thrown, most of them scattered around the stake. (Stake – vampire – barn. Their mind traveled for a moment but they returned to the metal objects in their hands.) 

“Alright!” They returned, putting the horseshoes they’d gathered down save one and threw one. It clinked against the pole but did not circle it. Wynne frowned. “Well. That’s one! I – you go now, Felix. And you, are you playing too, Daisy?” They swallowed and added coyly: “Or are you afraid to lose?”

—

Daisy explained the rules, and it turned out there were a lot of them. Felix wasn’t sure they understood the point system, and they were confident they weren’t going to be good at it. They’d always had poor aim when it came to throwing things, something that had become almost a joke among their siblings when they were young. Hand Felix the ball, and you take on responsibility for whatever vase gets broken when he throws it, their mother had warned, though she’d always done so with a warm smile. Felix took the horseshoe Daisy offered them now, the weight of it different than any baseball they’d ever held. Weird. 

They offered Wynne a smile, deciding that losing to them wouldn’t be so bad, anyway. Wynne deserved a victory or two in the books, Felix thought. (They tried not to think about Wynne at Watcher’s Way, strangely stiff and terrified. This was a much better way to see them. This was how Felix wanted them to be.) 

Already, Wynne threw with more accuracy than Felix thought they could manage. They laughed, taking a step forward. “Uh, do I get points for not hitting a person? That’s going to be my main goal,” they joked, tossing a horseshoe and coming… nowhere close to the pole. “Daisy, you should play!”

—

Nothing made Daisy happier than seeing people she cared for having a good time. Both Wynne and Felix had become just that over the months, and she’d mothered them both in that way she mothered most people from the moment she met them. Hands on her hips and a grin on her face, she watched the friends toss their shoes towards the stake and chuckled at Wynne’s teasing. Splaying a hand over her chest, she shook her head. “Me? Afraid to lose? Why, I don’t think I know the meanin’ of the word! ‘Afraid’, that is. Not lose. I know what losin’ is.” She laughed again, nodding at Felix’s insistence and picking up a horseshoe of her own from the box. “All right, all right, you’ve both convinced me.” Focusing in, the tall woman took a short breath and tossed the shoe through the air, slapping a hand to her forehead when it landed even further away than Felix’s. “Dang! You’d think I’d be a better shot, what with the lasso-in’ n’ all! Guess that’s not a direct translation, huh?” She scurried over to pick up the shoes they’d all thrown, passing them back out again as she joined the others near the box. Noticing a ladybug of all things on Felix’s shoulder, she reached out and coaxed it onto her finger. “Hey, now that’s good luck, love! You might win this after all!”

—

They hadn’t seen much of Felix since the incident on Watcher’s Way, even if they had very much kept in touch. It had just been such an ugly, inexplicable and harrowing moment that Wynne would prefer all thought of it. And so they tried not to think of it now, as they all stood around to try and win a very silly game. It was a good distraction, a good way to look at the world through rose-tinted glasses and pretend it was all so very simple.

They watched both Felix and Daisy miss and there was a giddiness rising in their chest. Even though they weren’t the most competitive person out there, the fact that winning was now a more near reality made them excited. “You both tried very well!” They beamed at Daisy as she returned with the horseshoes, wondering how in the world someone could not know the meaning of the word afraid — both literally and in the way she meant it. “Are you really never afraid?” 

Wynne rocked back and forth on their feet for a moment as they stared at the stake before breathing in and throwing their horseshoe. It missed, falling a foot or two in front of the stake. “Oh!” It was hard not to sound disappointed.

—

It was nice, the idea of relaxing with two friends and enjoying a nice moment. The world had been… a lot lately, to say the very least. There were giant legs sticking out of the ground, there were unknown dangers lurking around every corner. Playing horseshoes with two people they cared for was a nice reprieve, even if they were pretty sure they’d be bad at it. At least they seemed able to make one throw better than Daisy’s, something that brought a small smile to the balam’s face. “I can’t be worse at this than I was at rollerblading,” they quipped, flashing Daisy a grin at the reminder.

They glanced towards their shoulder as Daisy coaxed the ladybug off it, humming thoughtfully. “She’s cute,” they said. “Maybe she’ll bring me some luck. I probably need luck.” Wynne’s question had Felix curious, too. In all the time they’d known Daisy, she’d certainly seemed fearless. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her cower, and there was something so admirable about that. Felix often wished they could be the same, even if they knew it wasn’t how they were constructed. 

“Everybody’s afraid sometimes,” they mused, watching Wynne line up to take their shot. “Right? It’s… human nature.” They glanced uncertainly to Wynne. Neither Felix nor Daisy was human, but they thought Wynne probably was, and they weren’t sure that Wynne knew that they were in the minority with that in this particular trio. Still, they thought, fear wasn’t limited to humanity alone. Felix was afraid most of the time, after all. “Ah, close!” They said as Wynne’s horseshoe fell short. “I guess none of us are really professionals, are we?”

—

If Daisy was honest with herself, of course she felt fear. It might be rare for her, but she still experienced it. That night that the farm had been attacked hadn't given her enough time to be terrified, and she had jumped straight to anger. She'd been furious. Heartbroken. But the fear had come later — when she'd seen Monty withdraw, when she'd seen Kaden trying to help him out of that dark place. When she'd worried about everyone on the farm but herself, afraid that the worst was yet to come.

“Well… sure, you're right. Maybe once or twice in my life,” she conceded with a laugh, watching as Wynne’s toss didn't quite make it to the stake. “No, we certainly are not!” 

Even with lights illuminating the area very well in the darkness of night, their throws seemed to miss more often than not. That was okay, though. Daisy got the feeling they were all having a good time regardless, and felt pretty okay with Wynne still being in the lead. They were a sweet young thing, not unlike Felix, and she was happy to hand over a win. A win for Wynne! 

As they crawled closer to their point goal and the party continued on around them, Daisy felt herself relaxing for what seemed like the first time in months. The boys had been right to suggest something like this, even if she'd been apprehensive at first. This was good. It was needed. 

—

Even though Wynne disliked fear, they were glad to hear that both Daisy and Felix also felt it. It was such a solitary emotion to begin with, so to be alone in the mere experience too would make them feel a little desolate. “I guess it’s true then, if even you have been afraid once or twice, everyone is sometimes!”

Their thoughts were occupied for a moment as they pondered a large question. Eventually they just put it to words: “Are there professionals? I know about professional athletes. I just didn’t know this was also one of those sports.” 

It seemed they were well matched in their mediocrity, which Wynne liked — if one of them surpassed the others, it would become a little boring quick. They were just about to throw their last horseshoe that would be a deciding factor in their placement when their focus was disturbed with an odd smell, and then a blazing sight.

One of the barns was on fire. Their arm fell slack, horseshoe still in their hand. “Daisy …” Their other arm pointed up at the flames.

—

There was some relief in knowing that even people Felix found infallible, like Daisy, felt fear from time to time. Some days, they worried that the fluttering in their chest and the dryness of their throat that they couldn’t quite get away from marked them as a coward. After all, hadn’t they proven themself as such? Didn’t they prove it time and time again when they flinched away from silly things like raised voices or unexpected sounds? Knowing that Daisy, too, felt fear made it feel less shameful. Even knowing Wynne — who was not quite untouchable in the sense Daisy seemed to be — felt afraid sometimes offered some relief. More than anything, Felix wanted to not be alone. Here, with this game of horseshoes, they felt like they weren’t. 

“There are professionals in every sport, I think!” They replied, tossing another horseshoe. Like most of their throws so far, it was pretty far off the mark. “There’s a professional cornhole league! My sister used to say she was going to be a part of it one day.” 

The game went on, all of them scoring small amounts of points in a way that made it a low-scoring nail-biter. Despite this, Felix felt energized. Competition was rarely a thing they were allowed to have fun with. In the Grit Pit, it was very life or death. Here, it was low stakes. Here, they were among friends. 

It was a shame such things could never last.

They smelled the smoke seconds before Wynne pointed out the flames. Fear fluttered in their chest once more, the familiarity of it doing little to soften its blow. Someone was shouting, and then someone else joined in. And then, there was a loud bang, and Felix flinched. They glanced around the party, eyes wide. “What — Who’s that?”

—

“Yeah! I bet there is!” Daisy agreed with a laugh, enjoying the thought of people taking this game really seriously with uniforms and all. She couldn’t fathom what the proper and most advantageous technique for winning would be, but that was okay. They were just here to have some fun!

The deadened sense of smell that came with zombiehood meant that Daisy had no idea anything was wrong until they realized that Wynne wasn’t throwing their last horseshoe. Her smile fell slightly into a look of amused confusion as she cocked her head at them. “What is it?” She followed Wynne’s pointing hand with her eyes, turning around to see one of the barns on fire. 

Not again she thought, flinching with the rest of them as a loud bang met their ears. She was about to shout at them both to leave, but then Monty was tearing past them toward the stable, followed closely by Kaden. Feeling fear and anger fighting for dominance, Daisy was frozen in place for a moment. “We need to leave,” she finally got out, turning to look at Felix and Wynne. “Both of y’all need to leave.”

—

The smell of fire brought back memories both happy and sad, though it was the latter that took over their mind. The barn, the rituals and now this, the farm. Fire wasn’t part of the program, Wynne was certain of it, and that certainty was affirmed when they saw Daisy’s response. Their fingers clutched around the horseshoe, a bit of strong and sturdy metal that was better than their sole knuckles.

They looked around for the blonde they’d come here with but did not find her, though they did see Kaden and Monty rushing towards the stable, which was also caught on fire. “The horses!,” they exclaimed and without giving it much thought they did as Daisy said. Wynne left, tearing after the hunter and the zombie towards the stallions. They hoped that outside superstition worked in their favor and that the horseshoe in their hand would bring some luck.

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Below is the history of Joey Drew's Entertainment, in the history of Fancy, formally known as Bendy, our Little Devil Darling.

Just a pencil and a dream. That was the start of Bendy the Dancing Demon, the hit cartoon on Saturday television. Every child and adult alike would turn the tv on to watch the animated show. Bendy and Boris with their friend Alice. It was always something with those crazy toons! But where did these characters come from? Of course from Joey Drews Studios! The artists there in the beginning with their struggles to make a hit cartoon to beat the rest! But nothing anyone did brought Joey any happiness, all of the toons rejected with all the others drafts. That was until the head honchos' Nephew Nathan Drew and his dear friend Henry Stein had come with an idea. The little Devil Darling we know as Bendy. Man it was a hit! Everyone wanted more and more Bendy! More shows, more merch, more anything! Soon it began more popular than the familiar mouse on the TV. But Joey wasn't satisfied, he wanted more? What if they could bring the toons to life? Now that was an idea! An idea that he immediately tried to put into action, commissioning what he called an Ink Machine that could make his dreams come to life!

But no matter what he did, nothing happened. So as Joey gave up on the machine in a total, his nephew tried to take his hand at the Machine. It seemed that Nathan had fixed the issue with the Machine and it roared to life! But how could he fix it when Joey couldn't? No one questioned it. Nathan had single handedly brought Bendy, Boris and Alice to life! They were finally able to continue Joey's plans for the future! And to the future is went! With cartoons and added live action and acting, the toons became more and more popular. The Studio upgrading to a empire of entertainment! Now as an actor, singer and designer, Bendy retired the name outside of the studio to place his name within the more dignified taste he had began to play himself into. 𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓎