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starlightshadowsworld · 11 months

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Bendy and the dark revival part 1

Thonks

No I'm not playing it but watching Mark play it because I am a sucker for horror and a bitch.

So here's my werid ass thonks thro it.

June 18 1973

We got a definitive date whoop

Audery looks amazing she seems like she'd be sweet I already like her.

"Only 800 frames more frames to go"

If that isn't the biggest mood.

Animators, artists ya'll deserve all the good in the world.

I hope your pillow is always cold and your favourite food/drinks in reach.

Archgate pictures

Oh so this isn't Joey Drew studios?

Nathan Arch

Guessing he's the guy in charge, wonder if this is before Joey than? Or if the company got bought out.

Red alarm

Are we... Not...??? Okay guess nothing to worry about.

They nailed the atmosphere here I swear.

A pretty girl like you shouldn't be wandering around all by yourself...

Get back fucker I got hands and I ain't afraid to throw em!

Red alarm blaring lift crashing

What did I say bout the alarm!

"Old Wilson will protect you"

... Can be bring the ink demon out?

Please.

I'll even give him a sacrifice.

Audery hun we are getting you a thermos so you don't have to do all this for coffee.

Arch gate pictures presents Joey Drew and the Ink Demon

Ohhh so I'm assuming the company was originally Archgate pictures and Joey worked for them before taking over the company?

Maybe?

Statue of Joey

... Man's got issues.

... Nevermind I found a plaque that explains things

Joey Drew

1901-1971

Joey Drew was the founder of the studio and the man who created Bendy. One of the most beloved cartoon characters of all times.

In 1929 with his partner Henry Stein, he created Bendy's first short "little devil darling" as an early talkie cartoon.

As his entertainment legacy grew over the years, Joey's optimism and pioneering spirit never wavered. Starting with just a pencil and a dream he created this studio.

Here at Archgate Pictures we strive to continue his dream and see Bendy live on.

Dreams come true.

So... Joey's dead.

And he created this studio, so this was initially Joey drew studios and than became Archgate Pictures after his death?

He died 2 years ago so it wasn't that long ago.

... I don't trust that he's actually dead.

Man spent too long going on about being immortal to just die.

And also obligatory "Oh they were partners 💅"

Silly vision sounds fun for something that ends up being so sinister.

Good to see we're bringing back the pedastels of imporant random stuff.

... Call me sweet Audery one more time Wilson...

All this and no coffee.

I don't even like coffee but for fucks sake.

.... And there's the ink machine...behind him.

Oh boy.

Soo book, inkwell, plushi, wrench, cog, I think it's the same as last time I might be wrong.

Ink is covering the floor and Wilson is talking about how "the ink is calling us"

This is still less creepy than the lift scene.

"Come find me and I'll show you your purpose"

That and the "you'll forget this whole thing" is getting creepy again... Like I'm so glad this is about ink and cartoons and shit.

This whole bit of Wilson grabbing Audrey and get backing into a corner... Yeah this is creepier without context.

And we're dead?

Title screen

👍🏼

WE'RE BAAAACKKKK

And... Audrey's inked?

But also human.

We got a Fusion on our hands? Or the ink processes was incomplete.

Poster reads RELAX Wilson knows your purpose, the man who killed the ink demon.

Nothing about that man makes me relax.

Also this guy is really trying to hammer home he knows things which... Good for him but nah I'm good.

And I highly highly doubt he killed Bendy, or that he even could.

Also poster Wilson is missing his eyes. Not like real Wilson who only has one but he has 2 empty eye sockets.

I'm sure that won't be plot relevant.

Even the wall says welcome home but something tells me this isn't just the game being meta.

To Grant Cohen, accounting:

Please inform Mr Drew that despite his instance that the rumours of Joey Drew studios going bankrupt are untrue, i want to remind him that if his studio does indeed fail.

All equipment and experiments produced through our partnership, by contract, these belong to the Gent Corporation. We will reclaim these assets forcibly of necessary.

- Alan Gray, CEO (property of the Gent Corporation)

Okay so we've got Archgate Pictures, Joey Drew studio and now the Gent Corporation.

Who were working with Joey to produce the whole living ink situation.... Jeez.

So is Archgate under the Gent Corporation now Joey is gone?... And are they the reason joey is gone 🤔.

Because I'm pretty sure the studio does go bankrupt if I'm not wrong and Joey wouldn't have let his beloved creations go without a fight.

Large corporation V Joey Disney

Fight of the century I tell ya.

And all this right infront of my bacon soup smh.

Looks at Ted Wester memo where the "bank takes the goodies back"

Oh yeah they definitely got bankrupt. I'm sure somewhere ol Bertram Piedmont is laughing in his grave.

Wilson really doesn't know what no means does he?

So he's apparently "killed" bendy uh huh and it's been 211 days since Bendy was seen.

He calls himself a friend a protector.

Shudders.

And calls the rest of the ink creatures, children of the machine.

Despite them all being adults.

And he's put a manhunt on us.

Great.

The ink drips

Darkness has spread through his studio.. The reaching shadows creep around you. Something hungers for your corrupted flesh.

It is close. So very close.

It strains to grab you, choke you from behind. You will feel its breathe upon your neck.

It is close

Oh wow they found one of my poems from when I was 14.

Mutilated butcher gang member hangs out of a vent.

... Totally didn't jump.

Man he's been thro something, his eye has an X on it on rope. Something is in his mouth and he's bound by his wrists.

... What happened? Did he disobey the self proclaimed lord and saviour Wilson?

Because I believe the Butcher gang were on Bendy's side so they might be treated as the enemy.

Would explain that.

Annd yeah Audrey's like half ink half human with glowing eyes.

Cool.

But bizarre because no one else looks like that.

Why is she different?

So Nathan Arch was called about Joey's death. He hadn't heard from him since last April and sounded happy the last time they spoke.

... Oh yeah this is sus.

Ayy the toy bit, Heavenly toys.

Looks... Different. Got posters hanging of Bendy, Boris and the Butcher gang.

... So that's why there's so many hideu holes butcher gang jumped out.

I love how they just waddle away like fuck can't do ought.

Ha ha

flops scared me

ALICE!

Alice Angel aka Alison Pendal is here yess.

She's so sweet and poor Audery.

Alison confirming the machine can really spit u out as any of the cartoons.

I have a wolf he doesn't care for strangers

... 👀Sci Boris?!

Aka... I think Thomas Conner?

Stay away from the ink demon

He likes to smile and kills anything that moves.

So bendy is alive knew it

Also Alii you are not good at comforting.

We keep getting notes from our best pal and I am hoping it's Boris.

Not Sci Boris who hates our guts but sweet kind lovely Boris.

I miss Boris 🥺

A new terror has descended I go our lives.

This man named Wilson

Ever since our world feels strained, like a great beast held in chains.

The Ink Demon hasn't been seen in a long time. Many of us refuse to believe he's really gone.

But what does it matter? Down here were all sinners. Children of the machine all have the demon in our inky blood.

Ooo so these aren't written by Wilson.

I'm guessing Sammy than, especially with all the talk of sinners and such.

We all have demon in our inky blood... Wonder if that's the whole ink creatures are connected to each other.

The whole in the ink there's multiple souls what other Alice called "a buzzing screaming well of voices" in the og game.

Or Sammy's just crazy.

Probably that.

Wiggles to the jukebox

So Wilson was there when the ink machine was put up? And he wanted it's secrets.

Werido.

Wandering into the caution lock door room

This seems like a good idea.

Wonder what monster lurks behind these sealed walls.

... Ah the break room

Truly terrifying.

....wtf

Oh yeah just soups and drinks and a butcher gang member stabbed into a wall!

Bucket on his head, ink splattered on the wall he's stabbed into.. I think with the wrench?

And ink follower written beside him.

So looks like I was right, they do follow Bendy and someone, Wilson most likely is making an example of them.

Of anyone who follows the ink demon.

So Nathan decided to go into animation after Joey he died.

To resurrect the past.

Slow clap

Searcher enters room "if I find you on going to rip your face off!"

... Am I stupid because I didn't know searchers could talk.

I have never heard one talk as far as I can remember.

But no apparently they can talk.

Casually takes pipe out of beaten up butcher gang member

Pfft he don't need this.

#Batim #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine

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navalcriminalimagines · 2 years

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Unlucky - Chapter 3

I'm baaaackkkk!!! <3 I hope you're still loving this series!

NCIS x Criminal Minds crossover!!

Summary: You’re Emily Prentiss’s little sister, you work for NCIS and when your team got a case in Quantico, it’s time for her to meet your team and for you to meet hers…

Pairings: sister!Emily Prentiss x Reader, Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader, Aaron Hotchner x Reader (and maybe more…)

Words count: 2.4k

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Tags: @duckysmith3000 @sitkafay @thebaileybugle @katieslotherford @ilovemark1951

Once you got to your sister’s apartment, you rushed to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. You stayed under the hot water for longer than anticipated, but you needed to relax and regain control of your feelings and emotions. You joined Emily in the living room almost an hour later; she was on the couch, cuddling Sergio - who didn’t care that you were there - and watching some cooking show. “You know that there’s something called greetings? You should try sometimes, especially with your host.”

“I needed a shower, sue me.” You shot back, looking in the kitchen if there was something to eat.

“Someone’s in a bad mood - look in the fridge you idiot.”

You did and found a full plate of pasta. “Rossi’s recipe.” She told you.

You warmed up the food and joined Emily on the couch. You started to eat under her stare. “What?” You asked with a mouthful.

“What’s wrong? Is it about your case?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” You lied.

“Y/N/N, not only I’m your sister, but I’m a profiler. Speak.” Sergio was purring on Emily’s lap, and she kissed the top of his head.

“Just leave me alone, will you?”

“It’s this job, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about? I love my job.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t have stayed three years if I didn’t. Where does this come from?” You were getting annoyed with this conversation.

“Nowhere. It’s just that I—nevermind.” Sighing, your sister stood up to get herself a drink.

“No, speak Prentiss.”

“Don’t Prentiss me, Prentiss.”

“What’s your problem with my job? It’s basically the same as yours!”

“Which is exactly the problem.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Fine. You want to know? I don’t think you’re made to be a federal agent.”

“Excuse me?” Your appetite disappeared and you pushed your plate away. You couldn’t deny that Rossi’s pasta recipe was amazing, but your stomach was knotting on itself.

“This job is a lot. Investigating crimes for a living is tough. Thank god you’re not chasing serial killers like I am, but it doesn’t mean that it’s a cruise ship for you either.”

“Are you saying that I don’t have what it takes to be a fed? That I’m too—weak?”

“No, not too weak, Y/N. But I’m scared for you okay! I’m scared because I haven’t seen your sparkles in years. I’m scared that something will happen to you. And it’s been like this since you joined the Navy. You have no idea what it's like to know that your little sister is at war, in the most dangerous places in the world and not knowing if she’ll come back.” Emily finished her glass of wine in one swallow. She has been holding this for such a long time, and even though she knew you didn’t like hearing it, it was nice to let it out.

“I’m not a little fragile thing, Emily. I loved my time in the Navy and I love working for NCIS. Can’t you just be happy for me?”

“Considering how you walked in tonight and the look on your face, it’s hard to think that you’re happy yourself.”

“I’m not happy, okay? But it has nothing to do with my job.”

It took a moment for Emily to understand. “Please, tell me it’s not that Tony guy.”

“Ew, no! Never.” No offense to Tony, but just no. You could never be with someone like him, no matter how hot he was.

“Thank god.” She breathed out. “Who is it then? Do I need to shoot the guy?”

You chuckled softly. “No, it’s okay. I think me and him need to make things clear,”

“Because you’re not on the same page?”

“We were at first, but not anymore.”

“I see. Did you fall or did he?”

There was no way you’d answer this question. But this was your sister Emily in front of you. Not giving her an answer was an answer itself.

Grabbing your plate, you put it back in the fridge - you couldn’t throw this dish away. You tried to pet Sergio for a moment, but the cat ran back immediately to its owner. “Dick!” you growled.

“Hey! Don’t insult your nephew.”

“Oh dear god,” You rolled your eyes but smiled. You grabbed your bag, kissed your sister good night and got to the bedroom.

You settled on the bed with your laptop and files lying in front of you, but you couldn’t really concentrate. It was only when you looked down that you realized you were wearing one of Gibbs’s Navy t-shirts. Still mad at his reaction back in the car, you stood up and took the shirt off in order to put another one.

“What in the world are those scars, Y/N?!?” you heard your sister exclaiming behind you. You quickly put the shirt back on and sat back on the bed.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Are you kidding me right now? You have several enormous scars on your fucking back!” Emily was screaming, probably waking up the entire neighborhood. “When? How? Why?! Fucking talk to me, Prentiss!”

“My body, none of your business.” You knew it was a stupid thing to say but it was all you could come up at this moment.

“None of my– are you fucking serious? Tell me what the hell happened to you!” Emily’s face was crimson. Not only was she pissed, but also worried and scared. You knew where it came from, you understood her, but you couldn’t talk about it. Your therapist had been the only person you talked to.

“Just leave me alone, Em. Please,” You didn’t want to beg, but what else could you do?

“No! I won’t, I can’t! Not after what I saw.”

Then there was only one solution left. You packed your stuff quickly and ran past Emily to leave. She obviously tried to stop you, but you fought back. “I’m not talking about my scars, Emily! Just deal with it!”

Seeing the tears in your eyes, Emily decided to let it go for that night. But there was no way she would let you go back to DC without knowing what happened to you.

Not knowing if you could go back to the BAU’s office in the middle of the night, you stayed in your car for a few hours. Your brain didn’t want to shut up, you were spiraling and thinking about so many things at the time. Gibbs, your scars, the case, your past. You weren’t happy and you knew it, but you didn’t know what to do to change that.

Around 6am, you decided to go to the office anyway. You’d figured out a way to get in, and it was easier than you expected since you ran into Hotch in the parking lot. “Someone’s an early bird,” he smiled at you. “Did you sleep well?”

“Did you?”

Hotch chuckled at that, because you had a point. You started to walk together towards the entrance, “Are there showers I can use in here?” you asked.

“Um, they are down at the gym, but you need an ID.” Hotch thought for a second. “Let me walk you there and use mine.”

You got into the elevator with him and he pressed the button for the gym floor. “Thank you Hotch.” You smiled. “Now that we’re heading to the gym, do you think I can train for a bit?”

“Yeah sure. Do you train a lot?”

“Whenever I can. I blame my time in the Navy,”

“I should probably train more, but sometimes it’s hard to motivate myself.”

“Do it with me this morning, then.”

It was only when you heard Hotch coughing that you understood the double meaning of your sentence. “Oh come on, Hotch.” you chuckled and tried to hide the redness forming on your cheeks.

“What? I just coughed.”

“Sure.”

You finally reached the gym, and asked him for the locker room. You quickly changed and joined Hotch next to the ring and punching balls. He was wearing some shorts and a dark tank top. You couldn’t deny his attractiveness. Aaron Hotchner was a really fine looking man, even more when he wasn’t in his strict work suit.

“Do you know how to fight, Agent Hotchner?” you teased him.

“I do.”

You jumped on the ring, and sat on the second rope, inviting him in. He rolled his eyes and chuckled but got in anyway. “No gloves?” he asked.

As an answer, you rushed to him and brought him down in a matter of seconds. You stood tall on top of him, “No gloves.”

A few seconds later, it was your turn to get down on your back as Hotch returned the situation. You let out a small yelp from the surprise, and the FBI agent had a huge grin on his face. He had your hands pinned above your head, holding your wrists firmly. But it was easy for you to get out of this position; you gave him a gentle kick, before forcing on your hips. Hotch got on his back again and you were on top of him, holding his hands above his head. Neither of you said anything, just realizing the position you were in. Hotch was extremely handsome under you, his hair falling back, his muscled shoulders practically bare. “I’m gonna be late,” he said, as you were leaning down, slowly approaching your lips to his.

“You’re right,” you cleared your throat and freed him. He had stopped you before you made a mistake and that was for the best. Even though you and Gibbs weren’t clearly dating, you were apparently exclusive and you couldn’t do this to him. Plus, Hotch was your sister’s boss.

You stood up and helped him get back on his feet. The atmosphere was strange, and you felt uncomfortable. “Showers are over there,” he pointed, before leaving the ring. “Can I ask you something?” he turned around, looking up to you. You nodded, “What did you fight about with Emily?”

You sighed, leaning over the ropes. “She saw something she shouldn’t have.”

“Like what?” He pressed his hands on the edge of the ring.

“My scars,” you blurred out, not sure why. You didn’t want to talk about it, you never did. So why did you say it to Hotch? Just like Emily, he probably wouldn’t let it go.

“Scars? What scars?”

“Uh, nothing. Not important.”

“Was important enough to make your sister flip out.”

“Just drop it, Hotch. Please.” You sat down on the edge, the ropes separating you and Hotch. His hands were still firmly pressed on the mat, he didn’t move a finger when your legs got between his arms. “How are you?” you asked, forcing him to drop the subject. “Are you okay with–not having your ring?”

Of course he knew what you were doing and he chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m fine. My finger feels lonely but it’s okay.”

“Who cares about your finger? Do you feel lonely?”

Hotch just stared at you, not saying a word. His silence was saying everything you needed to know.

“Once we wrap this case, I’m going out for drinks with your team.” you informed him, crawling under the bottom rope to get down the ring. “You should join!”

“Maybe I will, if we’re not required somewhere.” Right. You forgot about that. For all you knew, Hotch, your sister and their team could be gone by the end of the day. You kissed his cheek, thanking him for training - well, if that could be called training - and you were off to the showers.

When you got to the conference room your team was using, Gibbs and McGee were already there. You high five with your friend like every morning and give the smallest nod to your boss. He looked well rested, and he smiled at you like last night didn’t happen. But you were still pretty mad at him and his assumptions.

Tony and Ziva arrived shortly after and you all focused on your case, spending the entire morning trying to find a solid lead. You forced yourself to block Gibbs, telling yourself that he was just your boss, maybe your friend, but nothing more.

“Morning Prentiss! Where’s the other Prentiss?” Derek Morgan walked into the bullpen, coffee in hand.

“Wow, all you care about is meeting Emily’s young sister now? We do exist, remember?” Garcia teased her friend.

“How could I forget, babygirl?” He kissed her temple. “But I’m curious.”

“We haven’t seen her yet,” JJ joined the conversation. “Her team had been locked up in the conference room before we arrived,”

“Workaholics, like us.” Spencer said.

“What’s their case about?”

Emily told them what she knew about the NCIS case, before they all settled at their desk, doing the boring paperwork. But the entire morning was about the NCIS team being here and you. The BAU kept asking Emily all kinds of questions about you, how you were, why she never told them about you. She put a smile on her face, and answered her friends, but all she could think about was the scars she saw on your back.

When she could, she joined Garcia in the office, locking the door behind her. “Em?”

“Penelope Garcia, I need your talents.” She grabbed a chair and sat next to her friend, “Your talents to do things you are not supposed to.”

“What’s going on?”

“I need you to take a look in an NCIS file.”

Garcia sighed at her friend's request. “Can’t you ask your sister what their case is exactly?”

“I don’t give a shit about their case. I want you to access my sister’s file.”

“Her file? Why? Is the woman inside the conference room not your sister?” Garcia teased her friend.

“Garcia, I’d laugh but this is very important. Please?”

“Fine, is there something in particular you wanna see?”

“I wanna know exactly why she stopped being a Marine and decided to be a Federal Agent. So, look at something that happened about three years ago.”

Garcia made sure that her door was locked and dived in. Being the hacking genius she was, it didn’t take long for Garcia to find what Emily was looking for. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Emily asked, looking at the computer screen.

“I think it means your sister was–held hostage and tortured. The NCIS team were the ones that found her.”

Emily Prentiss felt like she was about to faint.

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whumpasaurus101 · 4 years

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Fun and Games

I'M BAAAACKKKK!!!!

Hey! So I have been working really hard on this and if you guys like it, I might do more!

I’m tagging @spookyboywhump because oml go check his blog. He is amazing at writing! He inspired me to sorta write this. So a big thanks!

Okay enough blah blah. Let's get into this. I'm sorry it's a slow start but please give me a chance! It's not super whumpy just because I'm just really introducing the characters. Okii imma shut up now, enjoy y’all!

TW: //Knives//

“You stupid boy!” Finneas shouted as he backhanded James in the face. James fell to the ground like a ragdoll. “Clean up this mess, now!”

James quickly got to his feet and ran into the kitchen. He opened the cupboards quickly. He looked for the vinegar. It was there somewhere it had to be! “Hurry up boy!” Finneas shouted from the sitting room. James looked quicker and eventually found it. He then looked for some baking powder.

He dashed into Finneas and sprinkled the baking powder on the wine-stained carpet. It wasn't his fault that he had spilt the wine. Finneas gave him a fright. He then poured the vinegar on the powder. It fizzed and bubbles appeared. Good. It's working.

“I-it will take an hour for the stain to fully disappear sir.” “An hour?!” Finneas shouted, “I have a guest coming over in five minutes, I won’t wait an hour!” “I-I can't do anything else sir, that's all I can do!” “Are you talking back boy?!” “N-no sir, I-I’m sorry-” Finneas slapped him again and then grabbed him by his chin tightly, “Listen here boy, if you can't get this stain out of that fucking carpet, I guess you could be good entertainment for my guests.” A wicked smile spread across his face.

James hung his head when Finneas let go of his chin. There was nothing he could do and that’s why Finneas had made him spill the wine. He knew it would take a while for the stain to go.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. James was tied to a metal chair that was stuck to the ground. He was blindfolded. His heart stopped as he heard footsteps in the room.

“So this is who I have been hearing about. Oh my, he's even more handsome than I pictured him.” It was a girl’s voice. He felt fingers play with his locks of hair. He was waiting for his head to be yanked but nothing happened. The fingers just slowly ran through his hair. Maybe this couldn't be too bad.

“Can I take this off?” She asked, pointing to the blindfold. “Fine,” Finneas said coldly. As the blindfold was removed, James had to blink a few times, it was too bright. There was a bright white light right above him.

He quickly looked over to the woman, she was pretty. She had long black hair that was tied into two neat braids. He suddenly took his eyes off her when he felt a sharp pain in his thigh. He looked down, there was a knife sticking out of his leg. He had never been stabbed before. He was in too much shock to scream, his mouth was open. “Aww, no fun, you said I could play with him,” The woman whined. “Yes Amber, play. You're not here for chit chat.”

Amber. That seemed like a nice name for a nice person. Not someone who would do anything ba-. James was interrupted from his thoughts by Amber twisting the knife that was in his leg. James started screaming. He wasn't expecting that. He thought she’d be nice!

Amber started laughing and pushed the knife deeper. James threw his head back as the knife’s tip hit his bone. “Argh!” “Awww he's so cute,” Amber chuckled as she took the knife slowly out of his leg and started tracing James’ jaw with it.

James’ breath became shorter. The knife started to draw blood just under his cheekbone. “Oh baby,” She whispered in his ear, “We're only getting started.”

#knives #spookyboywhump #thatgottahurt #amber #james #finneas #whump #i kinda like it #but i kinda dont #i dont know how to write!#enjoy!

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