#cyclebreakers

[deadal3x]

Seeing Double

Based loosely on this art made by @doberart! If you see this, I hope you enjoy!

Henry sighed happily, watching as his two boys played excitedly in the summer sun. they giggled and laughed as they tossed a football back and forth.

The ex-animator was pulled from his thoughts when his wife Linda walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. “there’s a letter for you,” she said, handing it to him. “it’s from a place called Archgate studios.” Henry frowned for a moment, inspecting the letter.

He knew they had just recently acquired the rights to all the cartoons and characters from his old friend, Joey’s studio, but he didn’t know that Joey had said anything about him. carefully opening it, Henry read the letter.

Dear Mr. Stein,

you may not know me, but I feel as if I know you pretty well. My name is Audrey, and well.. I’m Joey’s daughter. There’s a lot I’d love to explain to you, but it won’t all fit in one letter. if you can, come by Archgate studios.

there’s a lot I’d like to show you.

your new pal,

Audrey Drew

Henry frowned, re-reading the letter. Glancing over to his wife, he sighed. She had stared at him, waiting patiently for an explanation. “It’s Joey’s daughter. She wants me to meet her at Archgate studios.” He explained, watching as she frowned.

“I thought moving to Pasadena, we’d get away from all that.” She said softly, looking out at their kids still shrieking with excitement in the yard. “are you going?” She asked, a hint of sadness in her tone. Henry looked at the letter, reading it again; after a moment, he looked back up at his wife, nodding.

“be safe, Henry. and come home to me.” she said, placing a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll tell the boys where you’ve gone. I love you.” Henry smiled, placing a kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be okay, I love you too.”

-~-

When Henry arrived at Archgate studios, he was honestly expecting a more lively place. instead, it held the same sense of dread and dreariness Joey Drew Studios held before he left, all those years ago. he sighed, and walked into the studio.

“Hello?” he said into the empty reception hall. “Audrey?” he frowned, slowly turning in a circle as he inspected the many poster that decorated the walls. “Audrey?” he called again, looking around some more

“Oh, Mr. Stein!” A voice came from his right, he realized, as he turned to face it. a woman stood in front of him, short, curly black hair done up nicely. he smiled and stuck out a hand.

“you can call me Henry, no need for formalities.” he said, shaking her hand. “So, your letter mentioned Joey?” he decided to cut to the chase, not wanting to spend too much time away from his family. “you also said you had something to show me?”

“oh right.” Audrey sighed, and led Henry down further into the studio. “before I show you what’s in this room, you have to promise me,” She said, standing in front of an office door. “that you won’t tell another soul.” Henry stepped back for a moment, his expression changing to one more serious.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said, watching as she relaxed for a moment. “What is it?” he asked, as Audrey moved to open the door.

what was on the other side shocked the old animator to his core.

“Bendy..?” he breathed, kneeling down. the small toon hid behind Audrey’s leg, looking up at her. “hey, kiddo, I won’t hurt you.” he said, finding himself offering a hand to this creature.

“He’s scared…you look like someone we know, but you aren’t him.” Audrey said, as Henry stood. “That’s the other thing.” Audrey and Henry entered the room, and Henry froze.

He was staring at himself.

except this version of him was Sepia-toned, ink stained his clothes and his face. did henry really look that old?

That Tired?

The animator lifted a hand, waving cautiously. The sepia-tone version of him waved back- in the exact same manor.

“What the-”

-~-

“Ok, so..” Henry said, sitting with Audrey, and the other Henry; a cup of coffee in hand. “Joey created a hellish world to torment this version of me, and you inherited it?” He asked, watching as they glanced at each other before nodding. “And he wanted a kid so he used the ink machine to create you?” Audrey nodded, holding up her hand.

“I’m made of ink,” she said, bending her finger back like it was nothing. “but living flesh and blood.” She explained. “Somehow, his creations are escaping into this world.” Henry- the real world one, nodded, sipping on his coffee.

“I don’t understand why this place is hellish. its a cartoon.” Henry said, “shouldn’t it be funny?” Ink Henry sighed, shaking his head sadly. “why can’t you explain it?”

“Because you’re better off not knowing the horrors I faced. the horrors Allison and Sammy and-” Ink Henry cut himself off, staring at the real world version of himself. “Do you really want to know what I went through?”

Henry nodded. the ink world version of him grabbed his arm, his eyes glowing a brilliant gold. “Then see.”

Suddenly, he was within a sepia toned world, echos of memories played on repeat within his head.

“Have you seen him? the Ink Demon?” A disfigured Alice angel laughed as Henry ran from a beast that sported Bendy’s smile. his head ached as he fell forward, suddenly a man sporting a mask that resembled Bendy’s face stood in front of him, preaching the Ink demon. “come my lord, and take this sheep!” He cried.

Henry wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. he sat up suddenly, a perfect Boris in front of him. for a moment he felt calm- but that was ripped from him as he watched that perfect dog get ripped from him- a disfigured and ruined beast that held Boris’s face attacking him. Henry felt guilty, watching as his old pal died. thousands of names whispered throughout the studio as he marched on, an Alice wielding a sword walking with a Boris that sported a mechanical arm by his sides. The scenery changed and he was facing a large terrifying beast, his smile and teeth threatening as Henry dived- placing a reel of film into a protector. Suddenly the protector stood, its inky arms grabbing Henry. the animator screamed, flailing to get the new monster off of him. he fell from the arms of the creature, into Joey’s apartment.

He ran for the door, only to open it and reenter the studio- to repeat the cycle again. Henry could hear screaming, and he quickly realized it was himself. he threw things across the main studio floor, anger and fear bubbling up inside him.

“Am I real?!” he shouted to no one in particular. “Am I really Henry Stein?! Where’s my wife?! Joey WHERE IS SHE?!”

The yelling stopped as he entered a room, staring into a mirror. golden tears fell from his eyes, as realization filled his senses. He’s not really Henry. he has no Linda to return home to. he’s stuck here, suffering, dying over and over and over and over-

“HENRY!” Audrey shouted, grabbing the animator. he was on the floor, yelling in pain. he gasped, forcing himself up. he stared at his twin, eyes full of tears.

“You..” he gasped, his head aching with pain. “all of that?”

“all of that. on repeat.” Henry nodded, noticing how his counterparts eyes faded back to normal. “We can’t let people like Alice or the ink demon out. Audrey was able to stop the-” he sighed, looking serious. “leak- for lack of a better word; for now but we think you can help.”

Henry nodded, finally understanding what his other self was explaining. “I have one request. I have to tell Linda.” Audrey shook her head, eyes widen with fear.

“No! you promised!”

“Audrey, I can’t help you and be with her at the same time,” He said calmly. “Not with the two boys that is.” He heard ink henry gasp, his expression softening.

“two boys?” Henry smiled and pulled out his wallet, showing off a picture of the two teenagers.

“Benjamin and Michael. absolute rascals but I love em so much.” he said, a sense of pride rising in his chest. “now, can I tell Linda?”

“alright alright. but we have to get started soon; I don’t know how long my patch will hold.”

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[letsgetyourshifttogether]

As a fellow adult child of a narcissist, I know first hand what a complete shitstorm this time of year can be. It can be really challenging to keep your boundaries when the manipulation tactics are in full force. It’s important to know what to look out for, and stay grounded in reality when this happens to prevent any disappointment when the cycle of abuse inevitably repeats if you give in to your narc parent’s demands for supply and attention. This is why each year I host a holiday workshop for the family scapegoat. If you want to… ✅ Start setting or stick to your low or no contact boundaries with narcissistic or toxic family members this year ✅ Gain tools to be able to deal with the narcissist at the family dinner if low/no contact isn't possible for you at this time ✅ Learn how to release the emotions of guilt and shame that narcissists use to try and control their targets ✅ Understand how to deal with people who say "FaMiLy iS eVeRyThInG" and have no real understanding that for some people, family is a great source of damage to their sense of self and ability to feel safe in the world But you don’t ❌ Know if you have the courage to set or keep boundaries, and are afraid of a potential smear campaign ❌ Want to waste more time on strategies that don't work ❌ Think it will be as bad this year, maybe the narcissist in your family changed and will keep being nice to you moving forward? ❌ Know where to start or if it's possible to get through the next couple of weeks as un-triggered as possible Then Surviving the Holidays When You're the Family Scapegoat is perfect for you! The workshop is happening LIVE this Friday at 12:00 pm EST (replay access will be available for 90 days if you can’t make it live), so make sure you register before then so you can secure your spot! Register today for only $57 (or included in tier 2 of my community membership!) at the link in my bio!🔥🔥🔥 #Narcissisticmother #daughtersofnarcissisticmothers #adultchildrenofnarcissists #scapegoat #blacksheepofthefamily #blacksheep #manipulators #estranged #motherwound #cyclebreakers #dysfunctionalfamily #narcissisticabuserecovery #redflags #toxicmother #toxicfamily https://www.instagram.com/p/CmbXMX5sRoX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[terrellgarnett]

Let’s break the cycle. Instead of #newyearsresolution let’s focus on breaking cycles in our lives use this template and post on your story what you want to break. Tag 2 ppl when you post on your story so they can do it too. Oh and tag me as well so I can repost #cyclebreakers https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm8KnIYLDzQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#newyearsresolution #cyclebreakers

[allaboutxhaze]

Let me stop your scroll real quick… I’d like to introduce myself 🥰 My name is Hazel, or Haze for short— and I am the content creator behind “All About That Haze” I am a 31-year old Filipino-American 🇵🇭🇺🇸 living in Canada 🇨🇦 who supports cycle breakers RECLAIMING their INDESTRUCTIBLE selves with the help of personal care products 🔥 On this page, you’ll see me sharing some tools I’ve used to pour love back into myself, inner child deep talks and encouragement, and some light-hearted content that makes you think💭 My comments and DMs are ALWAYS open, so come say hi! ☀️ On days I’m not creating content, you’ll catch me going on all sorts of adventures with my husband @lifeinhighlights, cooking or baking, journaling, bingeing Netflix shows, taking another course, caring for Dilly the Fern 🪴 or hanging out with my furry friend, Bruna 🐕. I hope you feel welcome to my self-love community 🥰 If you’ve read this far, I’d love to get to know you! Send me your latest favorite song 🎧 🎶 in the comments below 👇🏼 so I can say hello 🌷 ——————— . . . . . #selfdiscovery #beauty #connection #mystory #selflove #selfcare #growth #healing #cyclebreakers #trauma #personaldevelopment #slayauthentically (at Toronto, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiTDvMJPmeu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[naturalwellnessjourney]

Where's all the #cyclebreakers https://www.instagram.com/p/ChbDiGJu7a1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#cyclebreakers

[berlingotesque]

*hands you this* it’s crismum, merry crisis y’all

#batdr #batim #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #the projectionist #norman polk #my boy <3 #henry stein #the way Norman stayed in a fishbowl for almost a year #poor Sammy my ass #Norman’s the ultimate looser in this story #the other cyclebreakers must have bullied that man so much my lord

[nyoka-gorefell]

Colored version

@ependadrawsguildwars2

@commanderchronicles

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[nno-user]

- Hey, psst, wanna ask my Henry's questions? They're all ears.

- Look at them! Them 💕

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[reanimationstation]

some more cyclebreaker zoo stuff that spawned from discussion on what would happen if sam met bendy!

au belongs to @angelofthepage :]

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[transmasculine]

“This user’s father once told them, that just because we’re born of darkness... doesn’t mean we belong to it.” “This user is what they call a Cyclebreaker. Once upon a time, they knew how to start The Cycle over.” “This user said, can they get an amen?”

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[aressida]

#family trauma #break the generational curse #cyclebreaker

[deadal3x]

[BENDY AND THE FINAL CYCLE] Chapter One: The Moving Cycle

A bright white light.

Henry was comforted by it, he realized, as he waited to return to the old apartment. To restart the cycle anew, without Wilson’s influence, or Audrey’s fear looming around him and the others.

when the light faded, Henry’s guard was up; his hands grabbing for an axe that wasn’t there.

He was in the apartment, that the old animator could tell. but it was wrong.

The air hung heavily around him, the familiar stench of ink and death floated around him, almost choking him.

he walked further into the apartment, the dripping of the ink and the overall wrongness of it pushing him into a further state of caution that was almost dizzying.

Vines and other foliage had made their way into the house, overgrown and twisting around the broken furniture. sunlight spilled into the main room; warming Henry’s face in a way he hasn’t felt in so long

Henry sighed, his eyes closing as he took in the warmth. For a split moment, everything melted around him, and he swore he could smell the summer air; the fire crackling as someone roasted marshmallows over it.

His throat tightened as he thought he heard a familiar giggle.

he opened his eyes, and saw the dilapidated apartment around him- the smell hitting his nose all over again.

walking into the kitchen, Henry’s stomach twisted, bile rising in his throat when he looked to where Joey typically stood.

a rotted, unrecognizable corpse was in his spot, half fallen to the ground. Henry couldn’t look away, his sense of worry making his blood run ice cold.

Pulling himself away from the corpse, Henry tried opening the door into the cycle, desperate for the smell of his once good friend’s rotting flesh to leave his nose.

but the door didn’t open.

it was locked.

Henry’s mouth ran dry, and it felt like he was choking on sawdust. He saw the corpse out of the corner of his eye and the hairs on the back of his neck stood.

it had moved.

it was leaning against the counter, it’s head at a 90 degree angle to the left. Henry’s stomach flipped as he watched the skeletal arm lift, pointing to the door. a stone of realization settled deep within his gut; the door opening easily as it did.

the Cycle’s script still needed someone to tell Henry to visit the studio. It hadn’t accommodated for Joey’s death. Henry heard the door click shut behind him, and he allowed himself a moment to relax, feeling his stomach churning as he stumbled down the hall.

Collapsing into a chair, it creaked under the sudden weight. Henry sighed, running his hand down his face. Taking a breath, he steeled himself, and stood.

The studio hadn’t been affected by whatever… that was in Joey’s apartment, Henry realized. A few out of place things had been scattered about, but the so-to-speak First Act of his hell was relatively untouched.

Henry found himself going through the motions of it subconsciously. He collected the items, each weighed strangely heavy in the bag he made for himself back over a hundred cycles ago.

The Book, The Doll, The Wrench, The Gear, The Inkwell, and The Record

Each placed on their respectful podiums, Henry sighed, and wandered towards the screening room, turning the valve for the ink pressure. The studio rumbled, and the pipe in the room burst, the flooding ink drowning out the-

wait.

Henry turned, and realized the whistling bendy reel wasn’t making sound. it was playing, he had heard the projector click on, but the whistling tune that played alongside was gone. Huh, he thought, wading through the ink. strange. He decided not to think too much of it, and found himself flipping the lever that turned the machine on.

The studio groaned to life, the subtle rumbling of the Ink Machine made Henry sigh. His relief to escape the Cycle-Breaker’s prison was short-lived by the realization of returning to a false sense of normal.

Returning to watch as the people he trusted, cared for, or even allied with briefly forgot him with each new cycle.

Shaking his head, he found himself face to face with the boarded up room that held the ink machine. he scowled and stepped closer—bracing himself for the scare.

it never came, the first appearance of the Ink Demon, screaming in his face with its wide, shaky grin. Henry could see it in his mind; the clawed hand reaching for him as he fell back. The studio still reacted as if the Demon was there, rumbling and flooding with no sign of stopping. Henry ran, towards the exit, where the floor gave way underneath him- plunging him further into the studio.

Henry sighed, standing in the pool of ink. He wasted no time draining each pipe, making his way towards the so-called second act. Henry had the timing of things down pretty well before Wilson had frozen everything in place. He couldn’t even remember if Boris had been taken by Alice or not when the ex-janitor arrived. Shaking his head, Henry grabbed the axe, the weight and familiarity of the weapon giving him a sense of much-needed security. He sighed, walking towards the room full of coffins, remembering the names that was scrawled across the covers of each of them. he sighed, standing in the room, realizing another strange change.

I usually pass out here, he thought, staring at the strange pentagram like circle beneath him. What is happening? Henry moved towards the door, his axe raised defensively as he reached for the doorknob.

Before he could grab it, the knob shook, and turned. Henry held his breath, slowly backing away as the door swung opened.

His breath caught in his throat, taking in the sight of the stranger on the other side.

A rather built man, with blonde hair stood staring at him; his ice blue eyes glaring daggers into him. The man’s facial expression was soured, as he watched Henry move closer. Henry saw the somewhat permanent damage the ink had done to him, stains on his hands and around his lips made the animator shiver as he realized who it was.

“Sammy..?” Henry questioned, his voice soft. “Is that really you?” The man standing across from him scoffed, rolling his eyes. He crossed his arms across his chest, his once beloved bendy mask in hand.

“Of course, have you gone insane?” Sammy said, his ever-present attitude dripping from his words. “Honestly, Little Sheep, I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me.” he shook his head, and Henry cleared his throat.

“Sorry,” Henry said, lowering his axe. “I didn’t think there would be changes so soon.” he explained, watching as Sammy’s expression twisted into one of confusion.

“Changes?” He mused, looking at the mask. “I don’t think I’ve encountered any changes; aside from the much needed silence in my mind,” Sammy explained, looking back up at Henry. the old animator smiled, a strange feeling; as he held up the gleaming axe blade to the music director, the reflective surface revealing the man has his face back. Sammy dropped the mask, his hands shakily touching his head.

“Oh,” he whispered. “that’s my face..” He looked at Henry, his ice blue eyes full of confusion and fear. “I suppose I have encountered these changes, Little Sheep.”

“If you don’t have the ink demon whispering in your head,” Henry said, lowering the axe once again. “why do you still call me that?” He questioned, moving past Sammy- further into the music department.

“I…” The music director wet his lips, his expression unreadable. Henry watched as it twisted into his typical sour expression, his ice blue eyes holding upset and anger.

“My name’s Henry, In case you’ve forgotten.” Henry prompted, stopping just outside the recording room. “you wanna open your sanctuary so we can drain that ink?” The old animator prompted, moving towards the projector booth.

“I don’t see how that’s necessary,” Sammy said. “I usually knock you out and bring you somewhere once you do that,” he explained, causing Henry to reach for the back of his head. “But now that things have changed, I can just bring you there.” He stated, walking towards a door.

“Oh, right. That makes sense.” Henry said, watching as Sammy opened a once locked door, leading him into the familiar room.

A room he was once almost sacrificed in, 414 times. Henry sighed, and glanced over to Sammy wearily; a little on edge as the music director walked towards the large door on the other side of the room.

“I’m guessing you escape through here,” he said, slightly upset. “I don’t actually see you escape, seeing as…” He scowled, and shook his head. “Never mind that, let me grab my banjo and we can press on!�� He shouted, causing Henry to flinch.

“shh!” Henry said, putting a finger to his lips. “We don’t know what’s out there still, it’s best to stay quiet.” He looked nervous as he watched Sammy wave his hand dismissively, grabbing his beloved instrument.

“I know the Demon’s gone,” He said, walking back towards Henry. “I don’t know about…the angel.” he spat the last word, his face twisted into an expression of anger. “we’ll find out the hard way, I suppose.”

Henry sighed, realizing Sammy had no idea about Boris. No idea what’s bound to happen to him if Alice wasn’t changed like he was.

the two pressed forward, and eventually, made their way past the familiar door, the wooden barricade falling into place as it closed behind Sammy. the can of bacon soup rolled out across from them and Henry relaxed.

“Hello?” He said. “Who’s there, show yourself.” Boris walked out, his cartoonish mouth twisted into something akin to a wolfish grin. “Boris..” Henry sighed, glancing at Sammy. the music director stared at the toon with wide eyes.

“Hiya Henry!” Boris said. Henry’s eyes widened, and he felt tears forming. “I have my voice back now, isn’t that cool?” Henry nodded, pulling the toon into a hug.

“you can speak! that’s amazing, buddy!” Henry allowed himself to celebrate for a moment, turning to Sammy. “he used to not be able to talk, this is a new change.”

“That’s…wonderful.” Sammy said, still staring at Boris. “the angel-”

“is where we will go after spending sometime in Buddy’s safe-house. I usually play some cards with him and get some sleep before heading to heavenly toys.” Sammy didn’t seem to catch onto Henry’s interruption, and continued talking about Alice.

“-will want him for her experiments” Sammy finished, pointing to Boris. “She’s evil like that.”

“I know.” Henry said, his expression hardening. his tone was suddenly serious despite the tears that shined in his eyes. “Let’s get somewhere safe so she doesn’t spot him.” Henry’s voice was stern. The old animator watched as Sammy nodded, finally catching on. the three walked the short distance to Boris’s safe-house, the door sliding shut behind them.

“Alright, I don’t want to stay here too long, I need to get my bearings and know exactly how much Audrey has changed for us.” Henry explained, watching as Boris took his spot at the small table. Sammy waved him off once again, and took a spot in a corner, banjo in hand. Henry sighed, sitting across from Boris; resting his axe against the foot of his chair.

“we don’t have to stay too long here,” Boris said, handing the deck of cards to the animator. “I know what’s ahead, and it’s different than before…”

“Different?” Henry questioned, setting up the poker game. Boris nodded, checking his cards.

“there’s less screamin’ than I remember. it’s..” Boris looked nervous. “It’s not as scary. There’s also more people out there.” He explained, as he won the first game of the night. He made an excited sort of growling sound, grabbing the soup can off the table.

“Did you get a good look at any of them? Like.. Are they lost ones or..?” Henry pushed, dealing out a new game. Boris shrugged, his expression relaxing.

“There’s another me, another Alice. they looked confused but they had the mean Alice, and she..” Boris glanced at Sammy, who was plucking away at his banjo. “She sounded worried.”

“worried?” Henry dropped his cards, forgetting about the game. he did notice he had won, but shook his smug smile off his face. “what does that mean?”

“She was askin’ about you, and Mr. Lawrence. the other Alice called her-”

”Susie?” Sammy was listening now, his banjo forgotten in his lap. “was it Susie?” Boris nodded, turning to him.

“yea! how’d you know?” Boris looked a bit confused, as he waited for Henry to deal another game. “anyways, she was also asking why heavenly toys was changed into a Gent corp. factory-” The old animator stood, grabbing the axe.

“We have to go check this out, something’s wrong.” He said, watching as Sammy stood without question. “Come on buddy, I’ll keep us safe.” Boris stood, and let them out of the safe-house. Henry sighed, leading the group towards heavenly toys, his mind racing.

Audrey wouldn’t have put Gent in such a strange spot, he thought, grabbing the flashlight. She wouldn’t have put gent anywhere, he realized, as they made it to their destination.

“Henry!” Allison smiled, standing at the bottom of the steps. “there you are.” She walked over to him, Tom following quickly behind. Henry went to go speak, but was cut off.

“Where’s Susie?” Sammy’s voice came from behind Henry, sounding almost desperate. “Susie?” he called for her, his banjo clutched tightly in his hand.

“Sammy!” at the top of the stairs stood a rather tall Alice angel. her halo floated just above her head, Henry saw. He stared, seeing how her malformed face was somewhat fixed. she had scarring, as if it was an injury. She ran down the steps, into Sammy’s arms.

“Oh Susie..” Sammy whispered, pulling away from her; looking at her with wide eyes. “you look wonderful.” The angel giggled, twirling in her spot.

“Thank you.” She sighed. the two talked softly, Sammy’s soft nature shining through the more they conversed.

Henry sighed, counting the group. five people. too many. He looked away from Susie and Sammy, focusing on Allison and Tom.

“I heard from Buddy, I had to come check it out..” He looked up, and felt his heart drop. instead of the rather large ‘Heavenly Toys’ sign, in it’s spot was a rather industrial and ugly sign.

‘property of Gent Corps.’ Henry scoffed, his grip on the axe tightening. “Can’t ever catch a single break, can we Allison..?” He muttered. she shook her head, holding out a familiar tool.

The Seeing Tool, he had called it. he had forgotten about it when it was taken as contraband by the Keepers. He held it tightly, seeing the golden ink glowing through it. he sighed, and strapped it to his belt, his darkened expression scanning the room.

“We’re sitting ducks out in the open…” Henry muttered, his mind racing. “We don’t know what’s wrong-”

“But something’s definitely wrong.” Tom spoke, his voice a low growl. “We were scouting when we found Ms. Campbell staring at the sign. she was crying.” Henry nodded, grateful that Tom also received his voice back.

“I don’t think Gent’s sudden appearance is Audrey’s doing,” Allison said, watching as Sammy and Susie reunited. “She fixed the Prophet and The Angel and even gave Tom and Buddy voices again but…” Allison sighed, hand gripping the handle of her sword.

“The only big difference is the Ink Demon is gone, and Gent’s sudden influence.”

#bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #Bendy fanfic #Bendy and The Final Cycle #Chapter one: The Moving Cycle #Bendy #Henry stein #Susie Campbell #Allision Pendle #Thomas Connors #sammy lawrence #Boris #Alice Angel #Audrey Drew #audrey batdr #Cyclebreakers #Wilson Batdr #Batim #batdr #Joey Drew #Joey Drew Studios #The angst prophet writes #DeadAlex Writes

[despite-everything]

the knowledge that ted has helped guide richmond to be a healthier and more supportive place and now we're seeing nate returning to the fold after being forgiven by beard the way ted had forgiven and offered a second chance to beard himself and jamie has a support system and rebecca has been growing more self-assured and open and keeley has been able to achieve so much and roy has become a great coach and an even better man and and and and-

and. all the foreshadowing about ted going back to america. learning that not only was ted trying to give michelle space, but that he's been afraid of hurting his son the way his dad hurt him - acknowledging that and being open about his pain with his mother. do i think that ted is going back to kansas? yeah. but i'm scared that his time in richmond will have changed him so much that he won't be able to step out of his life there so easily anymore. he's always been a coach, yeah? he's there, and so supportive, but at the end of the day he's on the sideline. but not only has ted been helping encourage openness, forgiveness, and growth around him, we're seeing it within himself. and it hurts to think of him leaving that behind, even if it is to be there for his son. but maybe he's ready for it. i don't really know. but seeing how much love he's brought into richmond and then seeing that love returned back to him makes the idea of leaving heartwrenching

#i just want ted to understand exactly how much HE means to the people around him #and he's been such a cyclebreaker that i can't imagine he'd ever truly leave henry behind #the way his father left him #don't take that as me blaming ted's dad - but he clearly didnt have the support he needed and that also hurt ted #but it makes my heart ache to think of ted returning to kansas and leaving behind these people who love him #though i cant imagine the people of kansas were thrilled with him leaving either #idk man. im fucking emotional #and knowing that beard probably wouldnt come back to him now that hes had his cathartic moment hurts #sorry im rambling. i smoked a joint mid day and now im a teary mess #ted lasso #tree talks

[dirtytransmasc]

Hi!!!!

Do you have any hcs for how Alicole would try and solve and argument with the kids? Like, their dynamic (especially Aegon with Alicole cause he’s the oldest) is just so interesting and I’ve always wondered how an argument/disagreement would play out with them

ooh, tasty concept.

with arguments amongst the children, they try and get them to take a step back. they'll each take a kid (or two if it involves all of them) and give them a hug or something of the like, easing the tensions, before helping them come to some sort of compromise or agreement.

when it comes to non petty arguments that every child has, the source of issues amongst the kids is the following;

with Aegon they have to settle his need to compensate for feeling as though he is lacking. he tends to pick on his siblings when he's feeling down on himself. so it's a lot of affirming words and hugs while also chiding his cruel behavior. he's definitely hard on himself about being cruel as well, he doesn't like being mean it just sorta comes out of him when he's not in good spirits about himself. he shoves his siblings away over little things when he's upset which only makes him feel worse in the long run. the whole situation makes it hard to parent, as it's not right how he treats his siblings at times, but it's also awful how he feels and how it presents itself. there's typically long talks after the fact. Aegon's usually in his dad's arms, more often than not, while he mom comforts him.

with Aemond it's cooling his temper and frustration, deep breaths and grounding. they remind him that he can't let every jab get a rise out of him, that he always had them to turn to when he needs help, that he's not alone to handle his anger. they try and learn more and more each time, what triggers his anger, what helps him calm down, what to avoid, etc. sometimes he needs to just be held other times he needs a moment alone to breathe. they also try and help him learn how to self regulate and also make his siblings aware that he's getting upset prior to him lashing out (they also talk to them about it).

with Helaena, arguments tend to be because she thinks so differently from her brothers. not only is she a girl in a house of boys, but also because she's autistic (I was the autistic 'sister' in a house of boys for most of my life, it definitely brewed some unique arguments, and I'm gonna project god damn it), their ways of thinking and doing are so different sometimes that she just loses it. so with her, they let her talk, they let her ramble and decompress until she can ground herself, then they have to try and explain the boys point of views, how they see may not be the right way, nor is hers, neither are, but they have to learn to agree. then it's hugs and kisses and talking it out, before they go back to hashing it out with the boys.

Daeron's the most agreeable with the siblings, very adhd coded in my mind (so I'm going to project my brother onto him cause they're very copy pasted in my mind) so when he gets into an argument it's because he's going too fast, too passionate, and/or too much. so again, like most of their children, it's grounding first talking later. like Helaena, they have to explain that the way he is isn't bad or wrong, but that's sometimes we need to slow down, take a breath, cool off, and than continue.

with arguments they take their kids separately, normally separated into different rooms and they visit them together. depending on the exact situation they may just offer hugs and softness, or they'll play a slight game of good cop/bad cop, though they're careful with it. the goal is to solve the problem, not slap a bandaid on it. they tend to each kids needs before handling the actual issue at hand and then being them together to find a solution.

they can both be soft and stern in their own ways. Cole is typically softer on them, as he gets to their levels, takes them close while talking, but he has a stern voice and makes it clear he's willing to put a foot down if need be. while Alicent tends to be a bit more formal and stereotypically authoritative, sitting at the table with them, even if she holds their hands in hers and pulls their chairs close so she can stroke their cheeks.

normally the kids can make right up, or at least come to peaceful terms, but if it doesn't, cause kids can hold grudges like no one's business, Alicent and Cole are forced to remain wholly neutral which is much harder than one would think. most of their fights that lead to grudges are very childish so it's really just waiting for them to crack and realize it was a stupid argument. this is made easier when they don't get involved, so they just laugh amongst themselves where the kids can't see them, and try and keep face in front of them (they can smell weakness and betrayal. send help. a 4 kids household isn't easy). they definitely have moments where they wave the white flag cause one of the kids accused them of siding. the "get along" shirt is also an active and well worn member of the family (Aegon and Aemond share it often)

this video is very much Aegon and Daeron. they feud often. they're either acting like Aegon is a second dad to him, or they are actually going to war and have been sworn enemies for generations, fighting a battle to honor their forefathers (Alicent and Criston are so tired). speaking of Aegon being a second dad, he definitely oversees a lot of arguments between Daeron and his friends... does he understand little kid drama? no. is it entertaining as all hell? you fucking bet, he wants to hear all about what little James did at daycare.

when the kids are arguing with them, which with the way they run the house is pretty rare, but not impossible, they first take a step back for themselves. they will never show anger or cruelty towards their kids, so they make sure they're ok before they even think about talking to their kids.

talking will always be their goal, they never want to use threats or punishments to get what they want from their kids, and they have different ways about it. because their kids know how their household works, that things work on their time, and that just being open and honest, they really just need a day or two to themselves, if the reason for arguing isn't time sensitive, and then they can just take it out.

Aegon is sulky, he just closes himself in his room or flees to a friend's house (which they let happen so long as he leaves a note, leaves his location on his phone, and checks in every few hours) if its really bad. he'll drag himself back to the kitchen table in 48 hours tops, wanting nothing more than for his mom and dad to love him again (they never stopped).

Aemond is just frustrated past reason, so he'll go out and fence with his dummy or just something physical, then he's more willing to listen to reason.

Helaena normally had a boundary or nerve pushed, which was normally accidental, either cause she was already frustrated with something or something changed and it just put both parties in bad positions. space is all she needs.

Daeron is a bit of all the above. he's sensitive, though hard to cross, its often more about other things, something his parent did just broke the camels back, so a long run brings everything back to reason.

Alicent and Criston care so much about their kids, every argument they have with their kids, typically one-sided as they refuse to truly yell, breaks their heart whether or not they did anything or not. they never plan to punish their kids for arguing, they were kids once and they know that its good that they feel safe enough to stand up and fight for what they believe to be true, that they feel safe to shout and disagree with them. they would rather that over anything else, cause they know their kids trust them.

while they aren't permissive with their kids, their are rules and hard limits, they don't count arguing as something to be punished, and their kids don't tend to strand into punishable territories. so resolving a fight is a long talk at the kitchen table, no man's land so to speak, where all parties air their grievances. the problem is discussed, apologies are said on all sides, and sometimes it doesn't always end in a hug, but it does end in feelings being soothed and bridges mended. no one walks away with hard feelings.

they're not perfect, but they make it work, and because they've put so much time and effort into making their home safe and sane, the whole family in therapy, making active efforts to be nothing like their first "home" true arguments are far and few between, and when they happen they're equipped to handle it. Alicent and Cole are such good parents, their kids love and trust them, theirs so much space to talk and negotiate and handle issues early on that there typically isn't any reason to fight. I think that's what makes them such a good family, cause its so hard for me to picture them actually fighting outside of petty things.

#I genuinely cannot picture this family fighting #like petty things between the kids or teenage angst hurled at Alicent and Criston that they laugh about a few hours later most definitely #they wouldn't be a family otherwise #but I think that real arguments are rare and I love that for them #definitely strived to find the balance between gentle and authoritative parenting so their kids are well structured #handle all of their problems when they were little and now most issues are easy #cyclebreakers fr fr #they're also all mommy/daddy's girls and boys #all their fights are just big feelings that need to be rode out #Aegon yelling at Criston cause he's young and dumb and hurting cause he got his heart broken at school or cause he had to think about #dead dumb dad and his teenage heart is angry and he needs to put it somewhere? I think yes. I also think he cried in his arms a few hours #later and begged for his dad to love him again. cause they're hopeless #Helaena losing her mind at her parents cause she's just so stressed and everything'd out by the world and they just happened to breathe the #wrong way at dinner? again. I think yes. and she felt so bad afterward and goes on a whole vent about school and people and does some DPT #after letting them both hug her really tight so she could calm down #Aemond getting frustrated cause they're “babying” him over the loss of his eye and just ending up a sobbing screaming mess cause he's just #so mad at the world and he doesn't know what to do with himself #Daeron's head getting too loud so he gets super upset and disregulated and starts yelling in his room. not even at them directly until they #come in. he just loses his shit for a minute until he's tuckered out and then he's a mess in his parents arms #teenage angst is a bitch and the source of everyone's problems #alicole #alicent hightower #criston cole #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #daeron targaryen #pro team green #hotd

[kitmcintireart]

I was always afraid to become the old lady that takes a handful of pills to survive. But chronic pain and disabilities don't give you that choice. So instead I've decided to embrace the fact that not only do I take magical pills that help me focus, but so do other ADHD baddies 💅

#ADHD #adderall #medication #graphic #pill #baddie #inspirational #cyclebreaker #psychology #orange #white #pop #art #illustration #digital

[angelofthepage]

Have I still not managed to share the Cyclebreaker Zoo AU here? Do we need to remedy that?

#bendy au #batdr #cyclebreaker zoo au