#widows bendy

[yellowmellow182]

Some things I drew for my Bendy fan group on Halloween season

[dictatortirah]

He's at the point of no return, and he knows it!

Da more stuff a toon indulges in dat is un-cartoony-like and not what they're made for, they just start slowly becoming off-model and drippy to be more "realistic". So when Bendy keeps smokin, swearin, killin and stuff, he's gonna start seeing some changes sooner or later. It's up to him if he wants to stop or continue!

[raven-anime]

What if the widow takes Stricker as their new Widow king after Audrey kills the previous one?

[berlingotesque]

Bro your new husband deactivated 😭

I’m grieving

[reanimationstation]

talk in the server about the ink widows and their resemblance to stickles (which nightmare run mentions ben is scared of) made me wanna draw sam and ben terrified of the lil guys

[burningfudge]

Secret Invasion (2008) #7

[inkmachinx]

finally finished it :3

[twinktosterone]

POLE VIDEO POLE VIDEO I ACTUALLY TOOK ONE THIS TIME

[darkmimka]

Well... while I was working on my AU, the idea came to me to create a fan character. Or to be more precise, an ink widow named Blackie. Actually, why not?

(I like ink widows too much.. Eheh)

[archer-kacey]

King Widow had a whole nest of eggs and all I'm saying is there are many options here of how that happened...like, maybe King Widow is a girl. Maybe King Widow is trans. Maybe King Widow Mpreg. Bendy and the Dark Revival gets better and better every time I think about it

[clonedchaos]

Machine Memories- Day 14: Steam

Summary:

What's hiding in the steam?

Rating: G/PG

You pause. Sweat beaded at the top of your brow. It was miserable in the boiler room. Steam puffed out of one of the cylindrical vessels, illuminated by the flashlight you had brought with you.

Just what was the purpose of having a boiler room in this studio anyways? They didn’t have any water. Heat and electricity were the only plus, which is why you had decided to venture out of your hideout. The lights had blinked out, and the closest fuse box was stationed somewhere in this room— according to a map you had stolen from the city.

You take a step. The wood creaked. Steam screamed out of the pipes like a tea kettle. You jump.

You need to be on guard. Who knows what was lurking down here? You angle your flashlight to get a better look at the path in front of you. Several boilers were lined up in a row, wires and tubes snaking across the ground.

You head forward, eyes scanning the walls for the breaker. Time was ticking. The longer you stay out, the greater chance you’ll get caught.

Steam hissed out of a pipe to your left. Gears clicked in the darkness. Something shuffled at the edge of the light. You quickly direct the flashlight towards its direction. Nothing.

You swallow down your growing unease and kept going. The fuse box was just up ahead. All you had to do was fix it... however long that would take.

A chitter and scuttle sounded to your left. You turn the flashlight. Again, nothing.

When you turned back around, a spider with sharpened daggers for legs and a wide, gaping maw sat perched across the fuse box. One of its feet dug into the metal, sparks leaping out of the exposed wires underneath.

Your grip slipped and you dropped the flashlight. The sound of glass shattering was deafening. The lights went out, plunging your world into darkness.

The arachnid chittered, making your skin crawl. You turn on your heel and run, fighting your way through the darkness. Your shoulder rammed into a boiler, heat racing up your upper arm. You scream and stagger to the side, wrapping your hand around the throbbing burn.

A rapid succession of taps hit the grated floor. Something sharp jabbed you in the side, followed by ominous chirrups.

Your adrenaline pushed you forward, ignoring the now bleeding laceration on your rib cage. You fought past obstacles, never missing a beat as you felt around for the exit. At this point you had bruised your shins and singed your fingers more than once. The pain hadn’t quite registered yet, or at the very least it wasn’t at the forefront of your mind. 

You rammed into a wall. The impact had you slightly seeing stars, while your fingers grazed past its surface. There was a gap to your right and you could just barely make out what could be a door frame. Aha, finally!

The spider hissed. One of its knife-like feet caught you in the leg. Well, it was now or never.

You unhook the axe attached to your waist and bring it down in an arc. The weapon made contact with something thick, like bone. The spider screamed.

Heart pounding in your chest, you lunged for the door and felt around for its handle. The moment your fingers grazed the brass handle, you pushed it closed. A weight pushed back on the other side, stalling you. In the dim light, you could see one of the spider’s legs sticking out into the hall. It didn’t seem to get the hint, hmm?

You dug in your heels and fought to keep the spider at bay as you sliced again with the axe. The spider retreated with another mournful cry as you slam the door shut.

Finally, you sank to the floor. Your heart gradually began to ease as your body ached with pain and exhaustion. Well, that plan was a bust. There’s no way in hell you were going back in there just to flick on some lights.

You would have to head to one of the lower levels if you wanted proper shelter and power. Perhaps you could rummage around for some gauze and bandages. Injuries in this studio were practically a death sentence. And you weren’t ready to die.

[dictatortirah]

I hope you guys dont think im insane with dis au im seriously not hgsh nonoooonnsnso (

[elliot-the-idiot13]

“First friend”

Bitch is lonely as hell😭

[sinvulkt]

[onlylonelylatino]

Ka-Zar and Shanna in Secret Invasion by Leinil Francis Yu

[sonasnowdrop]

Chapter 18: Arachnophobia

-Break the cycle-

The two ladies made their way out of artists rest, finally. Audrey took a deep breath.

The artist occasionally checked behind herself to make sure her angel companion didn’t get distracted, the toon never did, she was very focused it seemed.

The two followed bright signs that read ELEVATOR UP they seemed to be heading the right way. Audrey made her way around, Azael followed.

The artist approached a locked door, she inserted her gent pipe and it opened.

Cool, I guess.

Azael thought, she would’ve just busted the door.

The two entered a large room with more elevator up signs.

The speakers above hissed again. The two girls turned their attention towards it.

"This is Wilson." The old mans voice wheezed through again. Audrey stood to listen, but Azael huffed and left the animators side.

"Anyone caught in restricted areas will be taken immediately to The Pit. So be a good egg, follow the rules." The speakers turned off. Audrey was immediately invested. The Pit? The hell is that. She wanted to know, but didn’t want to know at the same time.

Audrey noticed her companion wasn’t by her, she began to slightly panic.

"Azael?" The artist called out. She busted a lock and ventured inside.

She noticed her angel friend was standing atop the stairs, faint crunching could be heard at the bottom. The toon had her back turned to Audrey. The artist approached her angelic friend.

"Azael, are you oka-" Azael threw her hand out and stopped Audrey.

"..Shh.." the toon whispered and pointed forward, Audrey descended, the crunching becoming louder when doing so. Azael tried to stop her, and ran to her side to pull her away.

The Demon stood in the elevator, it held a lost one and ripped its glowing yellow intestines out with its teeth. Audrey couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. The Demon turned to the girls and roared, the elevator doors closed but were caught between the demons claws. It pried the door open.

The two girls stumbled back up the stairs, the Demon followed.

Azael dashed ahead of Audrey and scanned the area for a hiding spot.

The toon spotted a closet and swung Audrey inside.

The toon turned, a heavy hoove shook the floor beneath the angel.

The Demon growled and launched itself at Azael, the toon hopped up and leaped from the Demons head.

When landing, the toon dashed in the direction opposite to the elevator. The Demon dashed after her. She led it back into artist rest, the toon wanted to get it as far away from Audrey as possible.

Audrey threw the closet door open, in a panic. The Demon and her toon companion were gone.

"Azael! Azael!" The artist called out desperately. She couldn’t believe the toon had done that. Was she nuts?

Audrey didn’t want to, but proceeded without her companion. If the toon did manage to outrun the demon, she could find her way back. Couldn’t she?

Audrey stepped inside the elevator. A lost one lied beside her, it’s insides spilled onto the floor. The animator gagged and covered her mouth. Audrey clicked her selected floor, the elevator rumbled before moving.

After awhile, the elevator came to an abrupt stop.

"Unauthorized surface elevator in use." A voice wheezed out, but it wasn’t Wilson this was something else. The voice glitched and lagged repeatedly.

"Manual lift ejection activated." The voice lagged out before cutting off.

What?!

Audreys mind raced, she frantically pushed the buttons of the elevator. It shook violently.

The elevator dinged, the floor beneath Audrey fell.

The girl dropped into a room full of eggs. She hit the floor hard, and her vision blurred.

When the woman’s vision cleared, she quickly looked at her surroundings and reached for her GENT pipe.

Teeth clamped onto her hand, she jolted back. A spider like creature bit down on her, she swatted it away and snatched her pipe.

Eggs bursted open, tiny spider like creatures emerged. The animator panicked as they bit her. She swatted each away. There were too many.

She tried her best to swat them away, she hit panels on the walls multiple times. When hitting them all, the little spiders stopped chasing her. She assumed to be safe but didn’t know where to go.

But then, a sewer lid in the middle of the room propped open. A giant spider, similar to the little ones, crawled out and wailed.

It attacked Audrey, the animator fought back with her pipe. The giant mother spider did many tricks, the babies attacked Audrey on the mother’s command. Audrey whacked the mother spider a good twelve times.

It wailed loud, the place shook. Audrey sighed in relief when it finally died. She panted heavily, she hated spiders so so much. This was like her worst fear. At least it was over, Audrey continued to pant uncontrollably. She needed to leave this area. She hit the mother spider a few more times before proceeding forward.

She opened another door with her pipe, when it opened she made her way down the hall. Where was she now? Audrey spotted another speaker thingy, and busted a lock to get to it.

"Alice? Are…you there?" Audrey called out, she felt so tired.

"Alice!" Audrey called out.

"Audrey! Where are you?" The angels voice lagged through, Audrey felt so relieved to hear her voice.

"I don’t know…it’s dark…and I…I don’t know what to do." Audrey said, she chocked on her words. She remembered she had left her toon friend and felt horrible.

"Wait there, I’m coming to find you! Just don’t move!" Alice shouted back, Audreys hand slid off the speaker. Guilt overwhelmed her. She stared at her hand; it shook. The artist clenched her fist and stepped away from the speaker.

She was so tired, so so very tired. The artist sat down, and decided to rest for a bit.

Chapter 17 / Chapter 19