#all the bendy punctuations

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

mal is soooo bisexual.

this is just one of many examples!!!

[blood-and-cigars]

Hi! Are you still active?

Hi! Not on this blog, I've just been posting on my main @goblins-riddles-or-frocks

Sometimes I just reblog stuff here if I remember and the content is relevant.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

WEEKEND WIP

from my current derek pov sterek wip with the working title of 'RED RAG TO A WOLF'

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He knew it was there the moment the sliding door to his apartment clicked shut; the moment everybody left. The pack hadn't even made it down the old service elevator when Derek sensed it, scenting the spicy-sweetness that clung to the cool air, stubborn as a fever—and far too strong considering the loft's now-empty status.

Granted, he didn't know exactly what ‘it’ was yet, only that something of the kid's had been left behind.

He spotted it as soon as he turned around.

Derek breathed in, deeply, and anger flared brightly in his gut. He was fuming at just how damn happy that warming scent made him, and how it seemed like he now had his very own aromatic keepsake just to fucking prove it.

This was bad.

Dangerous.

Rooted to the spot, Derek cautiously eyed the innocuous folds of red spilling over the top of those stupid pillows Stiles had talked him into buying, his teeth and fists clenching (along with his heart).

They'd bumped into each other a while back—quite literally—in Bed Bath & Beyond when Stiles had turned a corner wearing those stupid lime-green headphones, and slammed right into Derek.

There'd been an excessively loud exclamation of, “What the shit?” and then, “Derek?!” as Stiles removed the headphones and nestled them snugly around the base of his long, pale neck, Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths still appropriately blasting through them.

Stilinski had then cracked up and whooped like a hyena for almost a full minute straight, apparently at the mere notion of Derek's presence in the store.

“You? In a place like this? But Der, you're like, a werewolf, dude! A creature of the night!” he's said, and had punctuated the assessment by curling his bendy body into a ridiculous monster-esque mime, crossing his wide eyes and letting his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth as he’d gargled his own spit in some sort of supposed gnarly roar.

Just as Derek had been considering how Stiles sounded a bit like a traumatised washing machine, the kid had burst into yet more fits of mocking laughter, doubling over this time while wiping his mouth with the back of one hand and clutching at his side with the other.

What was so hilarious about someone needing to buy a toilet roll holder was honestly still a complete fucking mystery to Derek, but whatever.

At the time, he'd wanted to howl and snap his jaws at the kid for his sass. But Derek's general rule of thumb these days was to try his level best to not get so uptight about the more inane concepts that weaved in and out of Stiles Stilinski's baffling brain on a millisecond-to-millisecond basis, nor to give him any fuel for his ever-burning Sourwolf fire. So he'd nonchalantly raised an eyebrow and given back as good as he got by saying, “Which means what, exactly? That I'm only supposed to shop at PetSmart at three AM for my monthly supply of rabbit flavoured kibble?” and told himself not to dwell on it.

Then instead of doing the decent thing and leaving Derek the hell alone to get on with his Saturday afternoon, Stiles had proceeded to follow him around the store because the Beacon Hills Friendly-Yet-Hyperactive Neighbourhood Sheriff's Kid was just kind of excessively infuriating like that.

Stiles had disappeared for a moment, then reappeared and proceeded to thrust a shopping cart towards Derek, insisting Derek needed it for the random shit he’d started selecting from the various displays and unceremoniously dumping into the wire basket on wheels; random shit he was also insisting Derek needed. Derek proceeded to remove all unnecessary items right after Stiles dropped each of them in, the kid either not caring enough to challenge him on it or simply none the wiser amid his animated spiel about someone named, “Marie frickin Kondo, man!”

Apart from the pillows.

Apparently, Derek didn't hate the super-soft (if stupidly named) ‘Wolf-Skin’ material covering the particular pillows Stiles had picked out for him when the puzzling human had gasped and crowed, “Oh my God, Derek, can you believe they're named Wolf-Skin? They are totally perfect for you! And even more importantly: They spark joy, dude!”

Whatever the fuck that meant.

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[stealingyourbones]

To add onto the idea that Danny sheds his human body and becomes some kind of eldritch shadow monster with which MM has to play Pictionary with, I also feel like it would be really funny if at some point Danny has this lighting bulb moment (which he describes to MM as several electric lightbulbs and exclamation points) and just...fucking overshadows some super that's there. Dealers choice who, could be superman (thinking of some of your kryptonite/ectoplasm prompts), could be some member of the bat family (since there's a Lazarus pit under Gotham right? lots of exposure makes them compatible), one of the flashes ig if you do something with the speed force.

Either way, Danny's eldritch shadow form suddenly disappears, causing the JL to erupt into panic and interrogating MM like where did he go what happened he disappeared did he say something is he pissed is he going to attack earth what level of world ending threat should we be prepping for, none of which Martian Manhunter can answer since he's just as confused.

Only for someone to straighten up and give the rest of the JL the biggest sheepish smile ever and go "Whew! Sorry about that, don't know why I didn't think of this earlier. I guess I never wondered if it was a possibility but this body seems sturdier than most. Anyway--this is so much easier now--hi! My name is Danny, I'm fourteen years old from Illinois and it's so cool to meet you!" punctuated with an awkward wave that looks so out of place on the hero they all know.

There's just so much potential for chaos if the only way Danny can actually communicate with words is to overshadow someone. Especially if they're just...the complete opposite of him. Like Batman or something.

Prompt anon is referencing.

Oh maN this is beautiful. The Justice league realizing “holy shit. This is just a kid. What happened to a kid that made them look like that.”

Ok Batman getting overshadowed is funny but I also give you:

- Plastic Man. Danny still shifting and twisting in very unnatural ways as he’s possessing Plastic Man because this body is far too bendy and he’s forgotten the range and motions of how normal human bodies move.

- Dr Fate. Mostly for the fear of “oh fuck this kid possessed dr fate, a host who’s technically sort of possessed by another guy already.”

- Wonder Woman. Danny Lasso of Truth’s himself to prove that he’s not a threat and it shocks everyone.

- Martian Manhunter. When he possesses the Martian, his form shifts to look like Danny just before he shed his human form.

- Robin. Oh god you can see even clearer that this is a child since he’s already in a younger persons body.

There’s so much to work with here. This is truly a beautiful idea dude thanks for sending this in.

[cherrythepuppet]

Ruby Toon

Ruby was born in France on June 8th of 1916, She died on September 5th of 1943

Her father left her at a young age resulting in her and her mother moving away to a place that is currently not known as Ruby refuses to tell people anything other then where she originated from

She worked as an intern for a cartoon company at the age of 19 where at the time she was a bright eyed cheery gal until She realized working there was an absolute nightmare

So she sabotaged a lot of things to get back at the people who treated her like a servant instead of teaching her anything about cartoons but one day she was caught and in a panic used a wrench to hit them in the head

Ruby didn’t realize she killed the person until the next day when the police were at the studio and told them that everyone was a suspect. Luckily Ruby managed to come up with an alibi knowing her friend would cover for her

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Ruby speaks in a fast-paced, almost sing-songy voice, punctuated by exaggerated gestures and rubber hose flourishesShe has a catchphrase: "That's all, folks!" Which She delivers with a dramatic bow

She's a big fan of old-time cartoons and vaudeville acts, and her Inkwell Studios are filled with references to classic animation tropes

Ruby has a special pen she keeps hidden under her beret, The pen is like her weapon [Not sure what it does yet-]

She has no idea on how she got her overlord title it just happened and she sits there with an insane look on her face

She also has no idea how she ended up at the Hazbin Hotel she kinda just spawned in, No she isn’t looking for redemption she’s there for the theatrics like Alastor she thinks it’s interesting and wants to know more

The hotel might inspire her next art piece or cartoon that may or may not be playing on Vox’s noisy cube shows [it totally is she found a way to play her cartoons instead of the horrible shows Vox plays]

Ruby was heavily inspired off The Bendy games! Along with several old cartoons, Herr catchphrase and place she rules are references to Loonytunes and Cuphead!

[damnhitsuzen]

Fic!

my fellow humans and others,

I am finally writing a fic. No, I am finally showing you my fic. Different Directions - a weird Horitsuba Gakuen (but xxxholic mostly) story without warnings because a) no spoilers! b) nothing new happens there, really, you all know the story CLAMP wrote, it's not gonna be puppies and sunshine, guys

Fisrt, I need to thank and send love to @the-musical-cc for taking my 2 am crazy theory and running with it. Thank to this lovely person I actually believed in the idea and myself. Second, this is my first fic in English and first ever this big. I really need a beta so any help will be appreciated, cherished, even worshipped. My native language is very bendy in terms of sentence structure and I never truly figured out English punctuation.

This is a WIP with some chapters already written and all plot completely structured by now. First chapters will be posted shortly, after I will scoop my brain with tiny editing spoon. Then I will be more stressed and anxious to write, but I solemnly swear that the only thing that might prevent me from finishing this fic is my untimely death from a russian missile or such.

And last, but not least. Dedication.

When I started this story in my head it was a bit different. Primarily, it was a story of self-identification, of finding your place in this world. But a) I felt a bit old for this story, just as my Watanuki does; and b) I kinda have most really important values figured out by now, as Watanuki does at the end of a Row arcs, I believe. Not much to process in writing, huh? So this story is about something else that has become a part of daily life for both of us. This story is about grief. There’s a war in my country, a genocidal full blown war, biggest in Europe since WWII. Grief is something I see everyday in my social media feed, on streets, on people’s faces and their tongues. Every other post I see is about a lost loved one - partner, parent, child, relative, friend, teacher, colleague, neighbor. I often have that crushed feeling you get in your throat every time you see someone’s eyes devastated by grief, a line of cars that bring home fallen soldiers, smiling faces on photos with black ribbons. Like grief itself, you never really get used to it, but still can learn to live with it. I am very lucky. So far no one in my immediate family or closest friends circle hadn't been killed. My dear ones survived bombings and occupation. Maybe that is why I can write this exploration of grief without it crushing me in the process. So I dedicate this story to everyone who has lost a loved one. To everyone who lives their life with that unescapable, inevitable companion - grief. I wish you that with every passing day moments of content would grow bigger and brighter.

[ykronix]

BATDR Musings (spoilers)

Man, I got some pretty strong feelings about how stuff went down now that I had some time to think

So one thing I keep crying about is WHAT IS THE INK DEMON??? Is it a cartoon creation, a guy that turned into a malformed Bendy, or a literal demon? Over time since the first instance of Ink Bendy in BATIM Chapter 2, his model has grown more and more demonic (though originally his earlier models suggested he may have been human). It wasn’t until Chapter 5 that told us (through Tom’s observation) that he was created from the machine, like most others, although it didn’t have a soul to go with it.

But maybe it did. It just wasn’t a ‘human’ soul.

But the thing that gets me is Bendy is still tragic in a way despite his more murderous, bestial disposition. We can say that resetting the Cycle can remake everything but what does it do to the Ink Demon? If the Cycle exists through him, does he become affected by the reset? Does he remember everything that had been done to him (in opposition to occupants like Alison who seemed to imply that, although familiar, they couldn’t remember the events of their past lives in a different Cycle). Does the bitterness just fester over time?

Obviously he isn’t Joey’s biggest fan, and he still carries the resentment of his treatment through mocking Audrey (I found a lot of his dialog really funny. When he isn’t threatening Audrey, he’s hyping himself as this grand master villain, which made me suspect he might’ve been smol Bendy cause I couldn’t think of anyone else being that cartoony dramatic. Wilson being Bendy stopped making sense after a while.).

Despite all the grandstanding, he twists all the shittalking to make the connection that they were two sides of the same coin. Its really curious that in the final talk, he punctuates the more cutting lines of dialogue with obvious flinching, like it was hurting him in turn to say it (’You have nothing.’Your very existence was a terrible lie.’ ‘A monster. Like me.’). In the end, instead of ridding her outright like he’s attempted to do so many times throughout the game (and man its really amazing all the different ways you can kill a guy!), he offers to merge together instead. The reason why though is up in the air, if there was any kind of sympathy or if he was using her the same way Wilson was using her due to her unique human/ink typing.

...how the hell does that work anyway. Prolly better not think too hard on it...

I’m also curious on how he is as smol Bendy. If his power was suppressed, it shouldn’t mean he becomes a completely different entity. So was his hanging around Audrey just toying with her since he couldn’t really do anything to her, or was the demonic power something that corrupts him?

Anyway, I believe there’s still more story to be told, as we’re left with the hanging thread of GENT’s involvement in the entire thing, where they have as much- if not more- culpability in the creation of the Cycle as Joey. I hope there will be a DLC or even a 3rd game to explore that.

[elflock-magician]

"Security Break: Part Two" (Reupload)

Summary - Soon after Sammy's redemption, things go sour. Allison and Tom suspect betrayal. Toon Bendy has a target on his back. Susie is still mad. And Audrey just happens to be in the middle of it.

Sammy’s wearing a shirt arc had finally come to pass. Audrey insisted that he go with a little…slightly uncomfortable version of Bendy to the city. This little version of Bendy, which Sammy had at first called “Runt” out of a left over hatred he had for the…uh…other Bendy? Sammy wasn’t the most sure of the situation involving the little Bendy, but at first he disliked the thing, calling it a disgrace. However, the little thing was more than a teensy bit dense and didn’t even notice Sammy’s initial aggression towards him. But, believe it or not, he and Sammy were more so on the same intelligence level. They acted more like partners in crime than anything. 

But by some point, Sammy developed a name for this version of Bendy. Toon Bendy.

At that moment, Bendy was running ahead, pulling Sammy by his hand through the roads of the inky city. Sammy was hunched over in order to be at Toon Bendy’s height. 

“You are…ridiculously fast.” Sammy grumbled as he was pulled forward through the city. Toon Bendy was permanently silent, but he happily smiled in agreement.

The two reached a shop, Bendy opened the door, Sammy following behind. A Piper was sitting at a desk. “Ugh, you little brat, how many times have I told you not to come back here?! You stole fifteen different t-shirts! Why would you even need those?!” They shouted and looked up from their newspaper. Now they saw Sammy, who looked somewhat like a scarecrow, and yet still powerful enough to kick your ass into next week.

They laughed awkwardly. Sammy had that effect on people. 

Toon Bendy smiled devilishly, and yet almost innocently. It was a kind of look only Toon Bendy could pull off. “Whatevah’ just…take what you want.” The Piper mumbled and put their feet up on the desk, and went back to reading whatever newspaper they had. 

Toon Bendy silently laughed before grabbing Sammy by the hand once more and pulling him forward into the shop.

Toon Bendy and Sammy’s trip boiled down to Sammy just sitting on the ground and letting Toon Bendy do most of the shopping for him. He was pretty close to wearing a shirt that had “I Like Minecraft” on it, but it wasn’t in his size. In fact, most of the things in the shop weren’t in his size at all. They looked mostly to be for children or older teens. That was a problem. Sammy couldn’t say he wasn’t expecting that. Toon Bendy tapped his foot and put a hand to his chin. And, as if Toon Bendy were in an actual cartoon, an exclamation point appeared in the air as an idea dawned on him. “...Strange…I suppose.” He muttered at the weird punctuation in the air for some reason. Toon Bendy rushed out of sight, though he quickly returned. “A sheet? And what are you planning to do with that?” Sammy questioned. Toon Bendy tossed the sheet to Sammy before rushing back up to The Piper’s desk. Toon Bendy quickly returned, a set of scissors in hand. 

“Ah. I should have guessed.” Sammy muttered with a half-smile beneath his mask. Bendy was a little weirded out and scared of Sammy because of the mask, but they got to know each other somewhat. 

Toon Bendy cut out a whole in the sheet. The sheet wasn’t that big to begin with. Sammy got onto his knees and Toon Bendy marched over to him. From there Toon Bendy shoved Sammy’s head through the hole. The sheet was a soft, dirty yellow color. 

Sammy stood up. “It is a look.” Sammy said. It was sort of strange for him. Toon Bendy happily clapped his hands. “Now…” Sammy began. “I suppose we should go.” He said, dusting off his new sort-of shirt. 

Toon Bendy shook his head rapidly, a devilish grin on his face. Toon Bendy grabbed his hand and pulled him back up to the front desk where The Piper was sitting. 

-

They left with The Pipers lunch. Toon Bendy really liked ham sandwiches. Sammy was really intimidating. So all Toon Bendy really had to do to get it was have Sammy ominously loom in the background while Toon Bendy demanded the sandwich. The Piper agreed, their imagination coming up with the worst case scenario if they declined. 

Toon Bendy, despite being…whatever it is he was, found some way to eat it. Then, the two had finally made it back to the base. The base was where our main few were residing. It was an apartment-like building. It was hidden in a corner, somewhere between The City and the upper level. Audrey, Tom, Allison, Sammy and sometimes Toon Bendy (who was more like a strange cat that hid in the back alley way) were staying there for the moment. 

Sammy opened the door, Toon Bendy scampering inside like a rodent. Sammy soon followed after. He shut the door behind him before going over to the kitchen.

“Hey. Samuel. We need to talk.” Allison said. Sammy paused. Well that couldn’t be good. Sammy turned around. Tom, Audrey, and Allison were all sitting in their own respective chairs. 

Audrey looked worried, nervous. Tom looked about as intimidating and aggressive as ever. Allison looked determined, like he was some kind of threat. 

“I took what you said yesterday into consideration.” He said, gesturing to the cloth. No one laughed. “Sit down.” Allison stated and gestured to a chair. This felt more like an interrogation than anything. Like he was being arrested or something. Clank. 

A light ‘clank’ sound followed each time Tom’s pipe hit his hand once more. He seemed to do that a lot. “What’d I do wrong this time?” He asked and crossed his arms. 

“No no, you didn’t do anything wrong! Allison and Tom just wanted to talk with you.” Audrey stated. 

“Well. What is it?” He questioned. Tom growled quietly, his grip on his weapon tightening. 

“We aren’t sure if we can trust you yet.” Allison said. That felt like getting hit with a wrench. “Excuse me?” Sammy asked. “Alright, that’s fine. But why are you telling me this?” He questioned, becoming somewhat worried with where this was going. 

“We’ve decided that until we can…we want to keep a closer eye on you.” Allison stated. “Wait- Allison, you told me we were going to talk about working to gain trust, not…not moving him from one prison to another!” Audrey interjected. 

“Hold on, after everything, you still do not trust me enough to just exist in the general area as you?” Sammy shouted in response, rising from his seat. “Do you just expect us to forget when you tied Henry to a chair and tried to sacrifice him? How about when you chased him with an ax?” Allison replied, she too rose from her chair. “Of course I’m not! I’m just asking for you to give me another chance.” Sammy responded. 

“Guys, please,” Audrey tried to break the two up.

“Trust is earned, Samuel.” Allison practically scolded. “I helped to break Audrey out of prison. Is that not enough?!” He continued. “Audrey, tell them!” He added. Tom got up as well. Allison approached Audrey.

“I don’t want to be the villain here. I know how much you trust Samuel. But he has done a lot of bad things. We can’t just forget them.” Allison stated as Tom grabbed Sammy by the wrist, pulling him out of the room. Not to say Sammy went exactly…quietly. 

“Alisson…!” Audrey muttered. “I’m just doing what I have to to keep you safe. I can’t risk losing you. Because you wouldn’t be the first person Samuel has tricked.” Alice responded. 

Audrey paused. “B..But..” She searched for the right words as Tom somehow managed to drag Sammy out of the room. “Tell me, how much do you actually know about him?” Alice asked. “Did he even tell you why he was in that prison?” She continued. “Or why Tom had to ax him?” She questioned. “I know that he’s made a lot of mistakes but that doesn’t justify cruelty, he’s not hurting anyone anymore!” “But he’s not free of consequence. Trust me when I tell you he is a liar.” “You were there! He’s changed! He was literally in prison for gosh- I don’t even know how long. He’s payed the price for his actions already.” “Don’t let him trick you, Audrey. Don’t let him trick you.” Alisson stated one last time before leaving the room. 

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“LET ME GO YOU FILTHY–”

Punch.

Thomas sure had a good fist because that one shut Sammy up. Tom dragged Sammy down to a box-like prison, similar to the one Henry had been kept in so long ago. It was more like a closet than anything.

Sammy had nothing to say as he was thrown into the closet-like-prison, and was locked in. He looked somewhat like a pouting child. 

He tried to hold some sort of composure, but he shivered. “Gosh it’s cold in here…” He shivered. “It is a good thing I began wearing a shirt when I did…” He added and wrapped himself in the homemade shirt.

Sammy could hear the sound of talking. Being kept alone there after just escaping the prison made Sammy want to just play whack-a-mole with a ceiling fan. He sighed. The room was also quite cramped. 

Sammy grumbled something beneath his breath and tried to push on the door a little, knocking on it, though it didn’t open. It was clearly nailed shut by something or being held shut to some degree. This was frustrating. After everything, they still see him as “The Ink Demon’s Prophet.” He wasn’t that anymore. He wasn’t. Right…?

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Toon Bendy scuttered forward quietly. He was quick. Kind of like a rodent. He didn’t want anyone to see him going into the room. So Toon Bendy climbed up to the roof, where he crawled through the vents. He very quietly avoided the gazes of Audrey, Tom and Alice. Until he finally reached the room. The room with the closet. 

The room where Sammy was being kept. 

Toon Bendy kicked down the vent cap before jumping down into the room, completely undetected. Toon Bendy smiled devilishly as he scampered over to the small closet. The doors were chained shut. So all Toon Bendy really had to do to open it was get rid of those. 

Toon Bendy at first just yanked on them. But he wasn’t strong enough. Toon Bendy pouted and put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot. What a pickle he was in! But cartoonishly, Bendy had a bit of an idea.

“What?! Who's out there?!” Sammy questioned. Toon Bendy didn’t reply as he had found a way to break those chains. 

Crack, Crack

Toon Bendy munched right through the chains. Toon Bendy was always able to defy physics in some way. No one would be surprised if the guy started falling up. 

Toon Bendy excitedly flung the doors open. Sammy looked ready to throw some hands. “Oh! Hi, Toon Bendy.” Sammy said. Toon Bendy excitedly waved. “So you came to break me out of my second prison?” He asked.

Toon Bendy nodded happily. “I owe you one.” Sammy said. Toon Bendy did yet another devilish smile at that. “Now then, I know Mr.Conner,” He said the words drenched in an unignorable sarcasm, “and Alisson won’t be happy to see me again. So I suppose I should leave while I still can.” Sammy stated as he approached a window in the room, opening it to where he could possibly climb out. 

Toon Bendy caught up to Sammy and he climbed up onto the windowsill. “You want to come with me?” Sammy questioned. Toon Bendy rapidly nodded his head. “Mhm. If you insist. Try not to get caught then.” He replied before crawling out of the window. He was soon followed by Toon Bendy.

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The two had made it to a different part of The Studio. Sammy had dragged Toon Bendy through a wall.

Sammy sighed. Navigating the ink took a lot of energy. 

Sammy took a deeper breath into the lungs he didn’t have. He got to his feet and looked over to Toon Bendy. Toon Bendy was just…staring at him.

“What?” Toon Bendy gestured to Sammys face. “There’s something on my face?” He asked. Toon Bendy nodded. Sammy walked over to the mirror. And as he looked he saw a reflection that didn’t look like it was supposed to belong to him. “This…It wasn’t like this before.” Sammy said. Though he could very clearly feel and see that his hands and face were still that of ink, in the mirror, was the face of Sammy Lawrence.

A blonde man with rather big, green eyes. Was this really his reflection? Back in the prison, whenever he looked into the reflection of the glass, he saw the inky version of him… Why had it changed? He could very clearly feel that his body was still very much ink, but his reflection no longer matched. He felt his face once more. He had…regained his eyes. Before he lacked much of a face and just had strange dents where those features were supposed to be. But now he had white orbs, eyes, peeking from beneath the ink. For real, for real.

“Interesting, very very interesting.” Sammy said. 

Toon Bendy looked around the new area. His eyes widened before recoiling back and running over to Sammys side. “Bendy?” Sammy mumbled and looked up. Toon Bendy was cartoonishly trembling, clutching onto Sammy’s leg and hiding behind him.

“What is the problem?” She asked and turned to look. A shadow grew above him.

“Well well well,” An all too familiar voice said. “What do we have here?”

-

Susie, Malice Angel, whatever you wanted to call her, was always fast. Very fast. Too fast for Sammy to stop her. Too fast for Sammy to stop her from knocking him out.

Sammy remembered what Alice used to do to the Boris Clones. It made him afraid. Toon Bendy was locked in a small cage like a dog. Sammy, meanwhile, was in a worse position.

He was strapped to one of Malice’s experiment tables. He could only struggle against the restraints. It was the same table that was used for the Boris Clones.

Toon Bendy looked afraid. Very afraid.

“Long time no see, Lawrence.” Susie said.

“...Susie. What are you doing?” Sammy questioned. Susie was wearing an apron over her clothes and she had scissors in her hands. 

“Oh nothing much.” Susie responded and grabbed the cage Toon Bendy was being kept in before slamming it down onto a table near the one Sammy had been strapped too. 

“NO! Susie– don’t touch him!” Sammy shouted. “Awe. That’s cute. You’re getting all riled up over this little thing.” Susie belittled Sammy. But that was the least of Sammy’s issues.

“He’s innocent- leave him out of this!” Sammy added. Susie rolled her eyes. 

“So, I heard that you finally got your peanut-sized brain to function and stopped worshiping The Ink Demon, and then joined that Allison and her lapdogs.” Susie said with venom in her voice. By ‘lapdogs’, she was referring to Audrey and Tom.

“I was able to change, learn from my mistakes. So could you.” Sammy offered. “Why would I want to change?” She began and really got into Sammy’s face. “If I’m always right?” She asked. Sammy bit his lip with anger. He continued to struggle against the restraints. “I may not be an expert, but from what I’ve heard, Audrey really cares about you two.” Susie began. Sammy didn’t like where this was going. “I heard that you, Allison and Tom made amends.” “I wish.” Sammy muttered quietly in a somewhat sarcastic tone. 

“And I HEARD that you think that you can just escape the consequences of your actions.” Susie started laughing. “Well I’m here to change that.” Susie said. “...What are you saying?” Sammy questioned. “You're hideous, so you make no use to me. But you would make a fine puppet.” Susie stated. 

Oh. 

Oh no.

Sammy had heard of what happened to that friendly Boris Clone– Buddy. “As for your little friend,” She pulled the cage Toon Bendy was trapped in closer. “Well. He looks like he has a nice heart. I might just want to get a closer look at it.” She added. Sammy immediately struggled against the restraints after hearing that. “NO!” Sammy shouted. “DON’T TOUCH HIM!” He yelled. “Stay AWAY from him!” He continued. Susie laughed once more at how upset Sammy got. “Why do you care so much?” Susie questioned. “Does little Bendy here remind you of someone? Do you care about giving him a better future than you had?” Susie burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing on planet earth. Toon Bendy trembled in fear and cowered to the back of the cage.

“Don’t– Don’t hurt him!” Sammy cursed beneath his breath. “I’ll do anything– just don’t hurt him.” Sammy practically begged.

Susie laughed at his begging. 

“You know what, I have a deal for you.” Susie offers. Sammy didn’t respond and waited for the offer. “I’ll let little Bendy leave, go about his life, if you do something for me first.” Susie stated.

“Whatever it is.” Sammy responded, his voice completely dead pan. Susie laughed.

“You see, through trial and error, I have realized that a lot of the mutations I use are…rejected by my victims body and kills them from the inside out.” She began. “So all I want is for you to be willing through this, and I will be able to skip over that part.” She said. “Fine, whatever it is- fine! Just let him go!” Sammy shouted. Susie rolled her eyes. “Good. So it’s a deal then.” Susie responded before unlocking the cage and tossing it aside, Toon Bendy quickly scuttering out. 

-

Allison, Tom and Audrey were still at the apartment. Audrey was feeling more than guilty about what had happened, but regardless of that, she was carefully working on writing. She had started writing in a journal as a form of self reflection. She thought it was an interesting thing But regardless of the fact, she was a little worried. She hadn’t seen Toon Bendy in a little bit. Usually this was his time of day to play pranks. But she wouldn’t be surprised if Toon Bendy was a little upset. He and Sammy were friends. “Hey Allison, Tom,” Audrey began and looked over to the two protectors, “Have you seen Toon Bendy?” She asked. Alisson paused to think. “I haven’t. Tom, have you?” Allison asked and looked at Tom. Tom shook his head. No one had seen him. Suddenly, the door burst open. It was Toon Bendy. He was a little too small to reach the door handle so he had to sort of kick it open. He looked more than distressed. Silently, he gestured for them to follow him, and was pointing out the door. “Huh? Bendy, what’s the problem?” Audrey asked and bent down to be on Bendy’s level. Bendy desperately held Audrey’s hand and tried to pull her away.

“He’s trying to tell us something.” Allison stated. Bendy stomped his foot in frustration, but grabbed Audreys hand and pulled her upstairs to the room where Sammy was being kept previously. Allison and Tom followed after him.

“Sammy- He’s gone!” Audrey said. Well yeah big surprise Audrey. Totally didn’t notice that. Toon Bendy ran over to the desk before climbing onto it. He grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. He scribbled something onto the paper while Tom and Alisson looked around. “Of course he is…” Allison mumbled. “How did he manage to break the chains on the door, though…?” She muttered.

Toon Bendy jumped back over to the group of three. “What is it, Bendy?” Audrey said as Bendy held up a piece of paper for them. Audrey took the paper. Allison and Tom looked over her shoulder.

It was a drawing that looked like it had been drawn by a child. It was poorly done. There were two stick figures, one that was clearly Susie, Alice Angel. She was drawn to be a stick figure with a devilish grin. There was another stick figure who looked kind of like Sammy? It was hard to tell.

The three caught on fast. 

-

“I hope we’re not too late…” Audrey muttered. Toon Bendy pulled Audrey along to where he knew Susie and Sammy were.

Allison held her blade close. Tom held the pipe.

They were being sneaky about it. “How many times do I need to stab Susie for her to stay dead?” Allison muttered. Tom nodded in solidarity. “Do you think Susie would really…? Weren’t they friends?” Audrey asked, trying to find a little bit of hope. “We can’t remember much. But Susie…she wasn’t always entitled. She always had a bit of a temper, but never entitled.” Allison replied. “She had her heart ripped out by Joey. Now she does it to everyone else. But that’s no excuse to hurt the innocent.” Allison stated.

Audrey, Allison, and Tom reached a door. Audrey gently tried to open the door. 

“It’s locked.” She whispered over to Allison and Tom. Toon Bendy quickly gestured to himself before crawling up the wall like a rodent. He was able to get into the vents once more and climb into the room where Alice was conducting her experiment. 

Bendy was surprisingly discrete. That or Susie was just making a lot of noise while conducting her experiment. 

Bendy unlocked the door from the inside. “Shh, Sammy, what was it you used to sing?” Susie began. “Sheep, sheep, sheep, was it?” She giggled, “It’s time for sleep,” Susie said in a whisper-like voice. It was disgusting how Susie would sing and try to make him feel safe, comfortable, and yet she was harming him in the most disgusting way possible. 

Sammy had given up struggling against the restraints. “Rest your head, it’s time for bed.” She sang. The three approached silently. “In the morning, you make way,” She was enjoying this way more than she should have. “Or in the morning you’ll be—” CRACK

Susie was hit on the side of the head with a pipe, and she fell silent. She slowly hit the ground with a ‘thump.’

There was silence for a moment. But Audrey was quick to move. “Hi Sammy!” Audrey said and began to undue the restraints. Audrey was having trouble even looking at Sammy. Part of his stomach was…well. Audrey didn’t want to describe it. It was gross. But also sad. It looked like it hurt. 

“We should turn Susie over to someone. Or try and take care of her ourselves. We just can’t leave her alone anymore with how many times we think she’s dead but comes back.” Allison said. 

Tom nodded in agreement. “Audrey, do you have him?” Allison asked. Audrey finished undoing the restraints. “...Sammy? Are you okay?” Audrey asked. “Is Bendy? Are you?” Sammy croaked, his voice was significantly lower than before. Toon Bendy popped in, smiling. 

Sammy sat up, trying to get to his feet.

“We’re all fine.” Audrey replied. Sammy sighed in relief. “I’m fine.” He said. “I think you got here just in time.” Sammy responded. Sammy tried to cover the large cut on his stomach. 

Susie had been generous while practically cutting him open. But the ink healed quickly.

“Well, we’re glad you’re safe.” Audrey responded. Audrey shivered though. “This place gives me the creeps…” She mumbled and looked around. Tom nodded. Toon Bendy ran ahead, Audrey soon followed. Tom went along to make sure nothing bad happened to Audrey. “I should have struggled more.” Sammy muttered.

“It’s not your fault Susie decided to hurt you.” Allison replied. “...Still. I wish I had tried harder.” Sammy responded. “Why would you let her just do that to you if you had the choice?” Allison asked Sammy as he started walking, though struggling with the massive cut. “I made a deal. I only wanted to protect Bendy.” Sammy said. There was a silence.

“I should have tried to give you more of a chance. I shouldn’t have assumed so much of you.” Allison stated almost apologetically. “You don’t owe me trust. It was fine for you to not trust me.” Sammy said. “Of course…but you didn’t deserve to be treated like you personally caused all of our problems.” Allison responded. “So…friends?” Allison offered and held out her hand for a handshake. “Friends.”

[longhomes]

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Programmers: srPerez - Sector - Shadowfi - Sqirra-RNG - Smokey - PolybiusProxy - ash - isophoro - hexar - Tae Yai - KadeDev The furious beats will be the ultimate challenge of this week, be focused because Bendy will for sure try to distract your attention!īut that's not all, in the freeplay menu you will have access to 7 new music to prolong the pleasure and discover other masterful compositions.Īrtists: MORØ - JzBoy - Iku Aldena - Crae - Diavololi - SugarRatio - Call圓D - RiverOaken - Nonsense You will also have an attack, follow your own path to perhaps discover a secret!īoyfriend's third and final opponent will be the legendary Bendy, hero of several Joey Drew Studios creations and also world famous for the game and song of the same name Bendy And The Ink Machine! Here you will have to face off against Beast Bendy (Bendy after his transformation) on the music "Imminent Demise", "Terrible Sin", "Last Reel" and "Nightmare Run". Here too, you will have to dodge bones attacks when a danger signal appears. You can recognize Cuphead's Floral Fury level in the background, be careful to dodge the magic rays and counter-attack Cuphead with your microphone at the right time!įor his second duel Boyfriend will have to face Sans (hero of the independent game Undertale created by Toby Fox) in three grandiose rap battles on the songs "Whoopee", "Sansational" and "Final Stretch". He will challenge you during a rap battle of three song ("Snake Eyes", "Technicolor Tussle", "Knock Out") in a retro atmosphere faithful to the game. Animations and other winks will punctuate your fantastic musical adventure.īoyfriend's first opponent will be Cuphead, the main hero of the platform game created by the Studio MDHR. New game mechanics have been added as well as many high quality cutscenes.

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Iconic heroes from indie games have come together in FNF Indie Cross for Friday Night Funkin', an awesome and epic crossover mod including three full weeks featuring three songs each as well as many bonus songs in the freeplay menu. FNF Indie Cross - Author : MORØ - 6 369 809 plays

[goldemas1244]

Getting into Don't Starve: Kinda chill really.

Getting into MLP: Ponies? With butt marks that determine what their talents are? Coolio!

Getting into Creepypasta: I wanna live in their house! Slendy and Jeff! Murder >:)

Getting into MLP Creepypasta: Ohoho okay we're getting somewhere and the music SLAPS! What are Twilight and Applejack though? And why does Fluttershy have so many variants??? (Butchershy? Killershy? Murdershy? Flutterkill? Vannamelon?) Story of the Blanks!

Getting into Five Nights at Pinkie's: Why does the song say Five Nights at Freddy's? It's obviously Pinkie's! Freddy's is a ripoff! Jumpscares scary! Why are the ponies transformed into robots? Do the main characters still exist? OMG FNaAJ's!

Getting into Five Nights at Freddy's: Okay so it wasn't a ripoff. So many theories and cool speedpaint videos! Songs! New games every year! So cool! Fangle or Springle!

Getting into videogame easter eggs: A loophole I don't want to go down again. Worse still was that I was into this when I first discovered hormones. I got introduced to GTA5's Hot Coffee Mod waaaaaay too soon. Nowadays I've learnt that addictions are recurring for me because the Internet has a wider reach and there's more content every day.

Getting into Tattletail: Okay but make one ELVIS.

Getting into BatIM: I have no OC for this. Also protecc smol Bendy! REESE'S PUFFS!

Getting into other stuff I can't currently remember: Passing interests. Brings out the personality.

Getting into TF2: These men. They're gay. War-themed hat simulator.

Getting into Wreck-It Ralph: *Awkward silence punctuated by back and forth banter between mutuals*

Getting into Asphalt 9: **CAR ENTHUSIAST NOISES**

Getting into Transformers: You know I've just realised that parts of my childhood are essentially just foreshadowing my future interests. Also I don't have a favourite character because they're ALL hot. Car enthusiast GO! Curly straw started the war!

Getting into Ninjago: How many seasons? I haven't even gone through S2 and you're already at WHERE??? Excuse me where are the Lego fanarts I did not come for humanizations ugh-

Getting into DC: Where are the- the fanarts are in separate tags? Am I actually capitalist? Am I ethical? Can I be an ethical capitalist? What if I was like a villain with a really cute backstory? Apokolips? APOKOLIPS WAR???

Getting into The Batman: SOMETHING IN THE WAYYYYY~ MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM~

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

rewatching the sab show (i was wondering if it was as unsatisfying as i remembered) curled up in a ball screaming where is my vicious malicious petty drama queen bitch of a quartz slate gray eyes vampire fae looking aah shadow man and who is this Historical Fantasy Bloke TM standing in his place why is the kefta a military overcoat when it was originally supposed to be flowy robes why why why

the show misunderstood everything that made the character work with such stunning consistency lmao. literally every choice they made was worse! I hold a parasocial grudge against ben barnes for this!!

anyway the show was truly also aesthetically disappointing in pretty much every respect. the costumes were so bad?? everything just looked really ill fitting and ugly. that dress alina was wearing to nikolai's coronation was nightmare worthy.

[blood-and-cigars]

Integra has very soft hair, thank you

so true bestie!

[bloodsweatandpotato]

Whumpay day 17

Phobia

Fandom: DHMIS

Characters: Harry (red guy), Manny (yellow guy), Robin (duck guy), Larry (Lamp)

Tw: Drowning

Summary: Everybody has a fear, and everyone has a phobia. Don’t ever let them see what really gets to you. Larry has an important lesson for the puppet trio

Harry leaned back in the chair, glassy eyes boring holes into the ceiling. He dropped the storybook. ‘Not this, please not this.’

Robin said nothing, but his own book lay forgotten in his lap, pages face down on the bedsheets.

Manny rocked nervously, staring at the Lamp on the bedside table. It’s eyes were open, staring at the pajama clad child with a grin that had no place on any sane creature’s face.

With a puff of star shaped confetti (Larry always seemed to have a flair for the dramatic) the lamp morphed into a brightly dressed human.

Larry leaned forward, oversized sweater slipping off his shoulder as he rested his chin on his hand. “Oh! Is somebody scared?” The last word seemed to echo, and Larry’s lopsided grin widened to show off pointed incisors.

“Leave him alone.” Harry said, forcing himself to keep from slapping the human-turned-lamp’s stupid face.

Larry didn’t reply, simply rolling his head to stare at Harry. His neck went slack, resting his head on his shoulder in away that looked painful.

“Everyone gets scared.” Larry slurred, gaze still trained on Harry.

“M-mister lamp... I’m not scared, really... The witch didn’t scare me...” Manny ventured, glancing away as Larry turned his gaze towards him, smile dropping.

“Oh for the last time, call me Larry.”

Manny’s hands knotted in his bedsheets.

“Everyone gets scared! After all, life is full of dangers and scary stuff!” Larry’s grin returned. He lifted up a hand, flopping it in front of him in a vague gesture to the entire room.

He turned to Harry, eyes sharp and fiery, a stark contrast to his clumsy, over-exaggerated movements. “Do you have any fears?”

“No...”

Larry’s grin widened, and he glanced around the room conspiratorially.

“I think you do.”

It was as if all of the oxygen in the room was sucked out, and Harry’s yellow-orange eyes widened in panic. His corneas burned against the water and his hair floated up around him in a tangled red mane and oh god Manny and Robin couldn’t breathe.

They couldn’t breathe.

HE couldn’t breathe.

“Y’know, fears start off when an idea walks into the brain.” Larry continued talking, perched on the edge of the bedside, completely indifferent to the water filled room. “When an idea lights up the brain in the right way, that’s being happy! But when it lights up the brain in the wrong way, all the brain parts get angry, and leave one by one!”

Harry kept his eyes trained on Manny’s face, contorted in a silent scream, a stream of bubbled trickling form his parted lips.

Robin’s lips were tinged blue, and his eyes were half open, veins on his neck bulging against his skin.

“When the fear gets too big, the parts of the brain get all smooshed, and they start yelling at each other!”

Harry couldn’t breathe.

“That’s when ‘panic’ joins the party! Yaaayyy...” Larry trailed off, giggling. He tapped the rim of his lampshade hat.

Harry couldn’t breathe.

His chest hurt. It HURT. But for some reason, Harry was still there, still alive, still painfully, tragically awake and alive.

Manny stopped moving.

Harry screamed. He screamed and it was raw and guttural and he choked on water even as his lungs filled with water. Harry screamed and Larry laughed and for some reason Harry didn’t need to breathe and didn’t need oxygen but Robin’s eyes were staring at him sightlessly.

Harry felt his vision growing dark, purple creeping in around the edges like a drop of ink spreading in water. The world swayed and tilted around him, twisting like a plastic bendy straw.

And as quickly as it had appeared, the water was gone.

Robbin coughed up water and Manny let out a hiccuping cry, flopping back on the miraculously dry bed.

Harry’s lungs protested the sudden switch back to air, and he doubled over, nearly siding out of his chair. His back arched with coughs and gasps, his eyes wide, whites pink with swollen blood vessels.

Water poured out of his mouth, splashing the chair and his clothes and the floor.

“Everyone gets scared!”

Larry’s off kilter laugh punctuated Harry’s hiccuping gasp.

Robin and Manny’s lifeless faces burned into Harry’s mind forever.

[i-are-the-beans-blog]

Time for some fun facts

These facts are all random

Banana tree’s can be considered bushes

The average tongue length is 10 cm

I had to look up how to spell tongue

The amount of pressure it would take to break your femur bone would nearly k!ll you

I can voluntarily collapse on the floor (bendy spine)

There is no punctuation in this post

[aion-rsa]

Superman & Lois Episode 3 Review: The Perks of Not Being a Wallflower

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This Superman & Lois review contains spoilers.

Superman and Lois Episode 3

“Morrissey’s a xenophobic has-been.”

This one line, delivered with deadpan perfection by Alex Garfin’s Jordan Kent pretty much sums up why Superman & Lois episode 3 is so good. Wait, really? Yes, stay with me for a minute…

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I loved the first two episodes of Superman & Lois. There’s no question about that. But there was a very slight nagging feeling in the back of my mind, that maybe this show was going to be a little too serious for its own good. That maybe in the process of making Jonathan and Jordan Kent as believable as possible, and as “relatable” (god, I hate that word) to young audiences as they needed to be, that the show would end up trying just a little too hard, get a little more wrapped up in its “family drama, but with Superman” high concept than it strictly needed to, and maybe forget to lighten up every now and then. I could excuse it in those first two episodes, which play like one feature length pilot when watched together, and which had a lot of work to do to get us to buy this very different take on the Man of Steel, but I wasn’t sure if the tone would sustain over a longer stretch of episodes.

And then along comes “The Perks of Not Being a Wallflower” to put those fears at ease. To be absolutely clear, this is absolutely not a drastic change in tone from what has come before. But now that we’ve gotten to know the Kents and their neighbors and classmates, and that the Smallville setting feels very much like the natural setting of the show, there’s a little more fun to be had. No, this isn’t suddenly The Flash and STAR Labs with a team of folks cracking wise at every opportunity, and it’s certainly not my beloved Legends of Tomorrow, but the humor is here, it’s subtle, and it works at every opportunity.

The opening scene with the family trying to paint the old Kent home is a charmer, a moment broken by Clark hearing a bridge collapsing in China which he speeds off to save. It’s another near-cinematic action sequence for this show, but the special effects aren’t really what sell this scene, it’s the moment of terror to relief to pure joy of a single fisherman as he realizes he’s witnessing Superman hold up a bridge…and Superman’s wordless interaction with him is equally joyful. This is something that simply hasn’t been done in live action interpretations of Superman since the Christopher Reeve years, and I honestly rank those few seconds with Supes and the fisherman as one of the best screen moments in the character’s history.

This episode is full of moments like that, even though Tyler Hoechlin once again spends most of his screentime as Clark rather than Superman. But even there, this is certainly Hoechlin’s finest performance as the character so far, bouncing effortlessly between Man of Steel to “Clark the superpowered dad dealing with problems new even to him” to “Clark who has to act like there’s nothing special about him.”

I worry slightly that Elizabeth Tulloch’s Lois Lane still doesn’t quite have enough to do as they build her Morgan Edge investigation through the Smallville Gazette. In every other aspect, moving the family to Smallville has worked, particular in regards to exploring completely new facets of the Clark/Superman dynamic, but Lois so far feels a little out of place. On the other hand, I should probably be thankful that they aren’t trying to “do a journalism” the way it’s so often been portrayed on Supergirl or The Flash, and maybe the slow burn is the more prudent move here. Anyway, it doesn’t change the fact that Tulloch is a delight in every scene, and she is quickly becoming the definitive screen Lois for me.

But the real highlights for this episode come in the form of Jonathan and Jordan, the two characters I was most skeptical about going into this show. I’ll confess, despite some terrific comics by the likes of Peter Tomasi, Patrick Gleason, Dan Jurgens, Brian Michael Bendis, Ivan Reis, and others in recent years, I’ve never been the biggest fan of the “Superman as dad” concept. I tend to like my Superman stories a little more unencumbered (or some might say traditional, but whatever). But Jordan Elsass’ Jonathan and Alex Garfin’s Jordan are just so darn likeable, and the story being written for them so compelling, that I can’t really complain.

The idea that Jordan would try out for the football team despite his burgeoning powers seems a ridiculous one, and I honestly thought that sequence was going to be revealed as a daydream (similar to Clark’s in the first episode of Smallville). But it’s real, and it doesn’t go quite where I thought it would. Jordan excels at football…as it turns out, he’s a bit more powered up than Jor-El suspected last episode. You’d naturally expect this to lead to friction with Jonathan, who has yet to get the hang of his new team, and for a brief period it does, but then the show does something unexpected.

This isn’t about football going to Jordan’s head or even about him “getting even” with the guys who have been bullying him. Instead, it’s the first time he’s felt part of something. After absolutely leveling Sarah Cushing’s boyfriend (well…ex-boyfriend now) on the field, he offers his hand and apologizes for that awkward kiss at the Shuster Mines. Jonathan, meanwhile, sees the good the team is doing for his brother and advocates for him with a Clark who is understandably annoyed that his son is using his powers to gain an advantage on the football field.

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I know, I know, this all sounds far weightier than the Morrissey joke I quoted at the start of this, but it all unfolds with a little charm, and some surprisingly light touches here and there. Jonathan and Jordan reacting to an incredibly awkward moment with Sarah and Lana, Clark overdoing his “dorky, eager dad” routine, and other little touches just make this feel like the show is settling into a rhythm with these characters and getting more comfortable being playful.

It’s perhaps a little worrisome that Wolé  Parks’ mysterious Captain Luthor is nowhere to be seen this episode, with the only superhuman punch-up coming in the form of guest star Daniel Cudmore’s mysterious, nameless goon who makes the mistake of trying to take out Lois during her investigation. That leads to a really sharp (but quick) punch-up between him and Superman, with a terrific sequence where Superman freezes him with super-breath before delivering a perfect uppercut that would look right at home in a comic panel. If this show continues to work out creative ways to use Superman’s powers the way they have with Barry on The Flash, I think we’re gonna have some real fun in the coming episodes.

But then there’s that ending. As Lois asks, why DOES Morgan Edge have someone with super powers working for him? More than one, apparently, as Cudmore’s mysterious baddie is vaporized by a woman with heat vision named…Larr. So far, the formula for Superman & Lois seems to be to give us a family drama heavy episode, punctuated by moments of cinematic action, and then to close with a mind-bendingly cool reveal. Well, if they insist, who am I to argue?

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There’s not a ton of DC or Superman Easter eggs this episode, so I don’t think it’s necessarily worth its own post. But, here’s what I’ve got…

The bridge collapse scene does faintly call to mind Superman saving the Golden Gate Bridge during the earthquake in Superman: The Movie.

Jonathan telling Clark that “if you’re not actually allowed to be special” etc feels like a subtle nod to teenage Clark telling Jonathan Kent in Superman: The Movie that he could excel on the football field if he wanted to, which Jonathan forbids, saying that Clark isn’t here to “show off.” But that Clark’s answer was a philosophical “is a bird showing off when he flies?”

Cudmore’s nameless character is apparently “Subjekt-11” a designation which calls to mind “Subjekt-17” an alien raised by the Soviets to make Superman’s life miserable in Kurt Busiek and Carlos Pacheco’s incredibly underrated run on the Superman comics.

Sharon Powell may not be a character from the comics, but the folks at Kryptonsite used their X-Ray vision to point out that the actress who plays her, Jill Teed, was known for portraying Maggie Sawyer on Smallville!

Tyler Hoechlin finally gets to talk a little baseball on this show. Before going into acting, he was a baseball prodigy.

It seems that’s Morgan Edge’s right hand woman, “Leslie Larr” vaporizing our mysterious baddie. The closest I can find to her is a “Lesla Larr” who was an obscure Supergirl villain. THAT version of Larr hailed from Kandor (post shrinking) and she made Supergirl’s life miserable from time to time. I don’t expect this version of the character to have too much in common with her comics counterpart, but it seems like “evil Kryptonians” are definitely gonna be a thing on this show going forward.

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[queenofcats17]

Samdy Week 6

Day 6 is Behind The Mask

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Early on in their relationship, Bendy learned that Sammy didn’t like taking off his mask. Bendy hadn’t initially thought about why Sammy wouldn’t take his mask off. Before getting into a relationship with Sammy, he’d just chalked it up to Sammy’s weird worship thing. It hadn’t mattered to him before. 

But once he and Sammy had started dating, he began to notice just how resistant Sammy was to having his mask taken off. Every time Bendy tried to take the mask off to kiss Sammy or the like, Sammy would react rather violently, jerking back or covering his face. 

“I’m hideous,” Sammy always said. “I’m not worthy to be gazed upon.”

Bendy couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt whenever Sammy said that. Sammy was right, in a sense. He wasn’t hideous, but he certainly wasn’t as good looking as he’d been as a human. His face rather resembled a mannequin’s, lacking any defining facial features other than a nose and a mouth. He didn’t even really have eyes. 

None of that mattered, though. Even if Sammy wasn’t much of a looker anymore, Bendy still loved him more than anything. Sammy was kind, considerate, and so so funny. He made Bendy feel like more than a failed recreation of the Dancing Demon. He made Bendy feel almost...human. Bendy may have lusted after Sammy’s human form, but it was Sammy’s personality he’d truly fallen in love with. He couldn’t bear for Sammy to hate some part of himself. 

So, the next time Sammy tried to cover his face, Bendy gently pried his hands away. 

“Please, Sammy,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to hide.” 

There was a tender softness to his voice that only Sammy ever got to hear. It gave Sammy butterflies in his stomach whenever he heard it. 

“You’re not repulsed by my features, my Lord?” Sammy asked quietly.

“I’ve seen worse,” Bendy chuckled. However, this didn’t seem to assuage Sammy’s fears, so he continued. 

“You’re not ugly, Sammy,” Bendy said, cradling Sammy’s face in his clawed hands. “Even if you were, though, I wouldn’t care.”

“You wouldn’t?” Sammy’s eyes widened. Or, they would have if he had had any. 

“I didn’t fall in love with you because you were attractive. I fell in love with you because you’re my silly little rabid possum.” Bendy grinned and kissed Sammy. Sammy giggled, pushing Bendy away. 

“Please, my Lord, be serious!” He protested through laughter. 

“I am serious.” Bendy continued to press kisses all over Sammy’s body. “You’re kind, considerate, clever, and the funniest person I know.” He punctuated each reason with a kiss. 

“My Lord!” Sammy squealed, wriggling about in Bendy’s grip. 

Bendy’s grin widened. “I’m gonna do this every time you call yourself ugly, you know.”

"You don’t have to do that.” Sammy’s giggling began to trail off, his smile fading. 

“I’m going to keep doing it until you stop hating yourself,” Bendy said. He was still smiling, although his smile was gentler now. Sammy couldn’t help but smile a bit as well. He truly was lucky, wasn’t he?