joey and i doing what we do best



Art trade/collab with my glorious gorgeous I-am-unworthy-to-know pal Joey! Please follow them over here because my goodness the work she does hurts in only the best ways. 

We decided to do a sort of ‘before’ and ‘after’ set of pictures regarding Mob and Reigen’s relationship. Joey did the lineart for the first picture, I did the lineart for the second, then we swapped and coloured each others’ work! I still can’t get over what a joy and privilege this was to do aaaaa anyway, hope you like them :D

(p.s. these suckers are huge so like, new tab that shit if you want the deets)

Toon Henry 'Bad Ending' AU

phantoms-lair submitted: 

“I think he’s in there,” Boris whispered to Alice. It had been several days at least (time was hard to tell here) since they had seen Bendy. Not since Henry-

They hadn’t exactly liked what Bendy and Joey were doing. Both thought it a bit mean to put the former cartoonist through a series of scares as payback without even letting him explain himself, but ultimately harmless.

Until it wasn’t.

Bendy had been mad at Sammy when he had arrived on the scene of the ‘sacrifice’. The ink-covered man had fled at his ‘Master’s’ rage, so Bendy had turned his attention to Henry. He’d wanted to play with the guy first, get a bit of payback before he was was willing to let bygones be.

But Sammy had knocked the guy for a loop pretty badly. He wouldn’t get up. Not when Bendy threatened, cajoled, or begged. He couldn’t be dead, after all. His eyes didn’t turn to Xs and his tongue wasn’t stuck out. He didn’t float above his body with a halo and a harp. None of the things that signified dead to toons. That way it was funny. There was nothing funny about just laying there in a puddle of reddish ink (it had to be ink) and getting colder and colder. Toons were animated, that’s what made them toons. It wasn’t natural for them to be still. So he had to get up eventually.

It was sitting there waiting toes tapping, fingers drumming, that Bendy realized there wasn’t anything funny about any of this.

The final blow, though, was the things that had fallen out of Henry’s pocket. A wallet filled with little money, but mostly pictures. Some he recognized as others from the studio. But most were a woman and several children that he could see bits of Henry in. The other object was the note in Joey’s handwriting; the one that had called Henry here.

“Your best pal, Joey Drew.” Boris had read, frowning.  “Gosh, that’s not a nice trick to pull on your best pal. You’d never do that to me, would you Bendy?”

And that had been what had broken Bendy. Because all it would have taken to get Henry back had been a nicely worded letter. Why hadn’t they just done that ages ago? Henry had come to see an old friend with no more prompting that a brief message, and now he was dead.

Boris and Alice didn’t know what had happened next. Bendy had run off and soon after they had heard him screaming in rage. Then nothing, not a trace. The two toons had kept out of sight of Joey and Sammy, thankfully neither of them had fixed on them like they had on Bendy. But with no sign of the Dancing Devil, they had begun to fear the worst. Then Boris had noticed some drag marks with Bendy’s footprints leading into one of the many unused rooms in the studio.

Sure enough, upon opening the door, they found Bendy surrounded by balls of wadded up paper, scribbling frantically at something on Henry’s old desk. “Hey Guys,” He greeted cheerfully. “I’ve almost got this done!”

“What is this?’ Alice asked, carefully unfolding one of the pages on the ground. It was filled with scribbles of Henry as he had looked as a toon. The lines were rough and the proportions wrong, but it was recognizable.

“It’s Henry, or at least it will be. If he’s a toon from the start, then he can’t die, right?” Bendy grinned. “That’ll fix everything!”

“Fix?” Boris stepped back as Alice audibly growled. “You think this will fix-” She stomped up to him and slapped the pen out of his hands. “Of all the self centered, self serving- Do you think Henry can be replaced with a copy?! That the fact that you helped kill him will just be undone?!”

“That’s not fair, Alice.” Boris tried to interject. “Joey told us he wouldn’t die.”

“Joey also told us Sammy would be fine. Whatever he is isn’t fine and Joey’s a liar.” Alice snarled. “And what would you be bring him back for? If he’s pure toon, he’s trapped here like we are. He’ll never see his wife, kids, grandkids again. Just the people who killed him, the people who helped, and the people who did nothing. Punish him for leaving by making him stay forever? You’re not doing this for Henry, Bendy. You’re doing this for yourself. Trying to bring him back to suffer, just like Joey.”

Don’t you ever compare me to him!” Bendy’s eyes shrunk and the ink around his horns seemed to melt a bit.

“Like Father like son,” Alice said bitterly, turning around and leaving the room.

“She didn’t mean that,” Boris assured Bendy. “She’s blaming herself for what happened and it’s really getting to her. We know you didn’t really mean any harm. I’ll get her calmed down.” He hugged his best friend and went after the angel.

“I didn’t mean it, but it happened anyway.” Bendy whispered to himself. “And it’s going to happen again and again till everyone from Sillyvision is like Sammy-or you.” He turned back to his drawing. Unlike the early attempts, this looked almost identical to how Henry had looked towards the end. “I can’t do anything to stop Joey. He made us, he can counter anything the three of us do. But you already proved he can’t control you.”

He picked up the page, the creases on it the only sign off how hard he was gripping it. Bendy has considered drawing Henry younger, in his prime, but dismissed it. That was the Henry who thought Joey was his friend. He’d need the older, cagier Henry. The drawing was even wielding an axe, just to be sure. He retrieved the pen from where Alice had knocked it away. The Ink Machine needed a sacrifice from the artist’s workspace, after all. The pen was the only one Bendy had ever used, and a reminder of when Henry was happily a member of the studio. It had to do.

“Come on, Old Man. Let’s get you back.“



anonymous asked:

How did you interpret the last exchange between Morgan and Daryl in NBF? When Morgan says he and Daryl are the same and that he knows Daryl because Daryl didn't tell Carol what happened. "See? We're all holding onto something." How do you interpret that line? What do you think he is suggesting Daryl is holding onto?

Hello, again Nonny :)

I think Morgan is referring to Daryl holding on to the best parts of himself and not giving in to the rage we saw as he killed Fat Joey.  Daryl is holding to the better man he has become in the ZA- which includes his feelings for Carol. Carol has helped him transform from the Merle-like man he was earlier in life, to the good man we have seen him be since season 1.

Daryl is holding on to Carol, holding on to the good man, the better man, the ZA helped him become.   By holding on to that good man and to Carol, Daryl has a future better than any other he would have by letting go of that good man and Carol.

We saw Daryl with the Claimers in 4-B, briefly having let go of the good man inside him and spiraling down to that brutal level of existence which lacked a future.  The only road fro Daryl, had he continued with the Claimers would be to become just like them, with no future, no love, and no family.  He would eventually die, like them, in some stupid way or been set up to die by Joe.  He fell back into the Merle-like patterns with Joe, because it was safe, familiar and better than being alone after B3th disappeared.

Rick, Michonne and Carl saved Daryl then because he stood with them and was willing to die for them, to spare them.  Daryl has grown a lot since season 4-B though and now he has a future, a better future than ever before.  He has examined his feelings, grown a bit and has opened up more with Carol and Rick’s group, even voluntarily hugging people and being more open with his feelings.  All good and necessary growth IMO.

Daryl’s not falling in with Negan and The Saviors, his resisting that familiar soulless existence of becoming like them, is such a watershed moment and change for him.  Daryl has a future now, is healing, is learning to tame and purge the rage I think although we have not seen much of that yet I think,

Morgan was reminding Daryl that he has that future, can still get back to being that better man, can have more than he has ever had before.  That includes Carol and Caryl I think and hope.  It would be a wonderful bit of development for Daryl, necessary even.  

Daryl’s decision to hold firm despite Easy Street, the torture, the allure of an easy yet brutal life- that is huge as a step in his growth and journey.  We’ve seen Eugene being seduced by fear and the chance of personal power and being valued by Negan.  

Rick’s group had not valued Eugene in the same way since his lie was admitted in season 5. So Eugene and Daryl are two sides of the same coin, one refusing the other seduced by Negan and power.

Daryl refused because he chooses to be that better, man, that good man with a future that will include a healthy love relationship I believe.  Yes, he has rage and impulses still- who would not after the captivity, torture, and witnessing Glenn and Abraham die, particular the Glenn death since Negan used Daryl’s line-breaking and punching to kill Glenn.   

Morgan reminded Daryl that he has quite a lot of great things to hold on to right now and not lose sight of or squander through foolish actions. That bright future includes Carol and Caryl IMO.

Thanks for the ask, Nonny. 

anonymous asked:

Henry, why are you like this? I mean we all know Joey's not a great guy but you should be trying to do better. It's pathetic.

I’m doing the best with what I have, Joey is…working on something again, I don’t have a choice but to play along.

He did something to us, before we redid the studio. I have to listen to him, until I figure out how to reverse this…thing.

I-It’s complicated, I don’t really know all the details myself but I have to play along for now, and keep Bendy happy. If he found out any of this who knows what would happen.

I just…have to keep going, we’ve been in this studio so long.

anonymous asked:

I know you have a lot of asks/is busy and stuff (hope you had a lovely day btw) but I completely fucking forgot what car Skov drives???? Like how the fuck???? Like I remember everyone else's but I can't remember Skov's. I tried looking it up but I couldn't find it and my friend has my copy of the dream thieves ;-; do you think you could help? Also, side note, how do you think the boys personalize their cars? Like yeah we got Joey K's shitty knife graphic and quote but what about the others?

skov has a mazda rx-7! proko and swan have volkswagen golfs, and jiang has a toyota supra a80. and then obviously, k has his mistubishi evo.

i feel like skov wouldn’t do much appearance-wise, but he’d install the best sound system/stereo and subwoofer and he would bump his bass so loud and low that it would give people in the next car over a sick feeling in their stomachs.

swan would tint his windows super dark and get a custom vanity plate that said “vmanos” (vámonos) and really dope rims for his tires, maybe those ones that spin even when the car is stopped.

jiang would get his whole car plasti-dipped a matte black and deck it out with neon blue lights. lights everywhere. in the grill, in the wheels, underneath. kinda like this. and a spoiler.

proko would get his car painted a really obnoxious color, like, bright teal/tiffany blue or something, and then get custom white leather upholstery on his seats, which would prove to be a terrible idea considering he and his friends are always a mess.



Chandler: Oh, I think this is the episode of Three’s Company where there’s some kind of misunderstanding.    


Chandler: Joey ate my last stick of gum, so I killed him. Do you think that was wrong?


Monica: He showed me where the restaurant’s going to be. It’s this, it’s this cute little place on 10th Street. Not too big, not too small. Just right.

Chandler: Was it formerly owned by a blonde woman and some bears?


Chandler: Rach, Rach, we gotta settle.

Rachel: Settle what?

Chandler: The… Jamestown colony of Virginia. You see, King George is giving us the land, so…


Chandler: You don’t think that makes me seem a little…

Ross: …desperate, needy, pathetic?

Chandler: Ah, you obviously saw my personal ad.


Chandler: I got her machine.

Joey: Her answer machine?

Chandler: No, interestingly enough her leaf blower picked up.


Chandler: Dear god this parachute is a knapsack!



Rachel: Airport, airport. Ross, not alone, Julie, arm around her. Cramp, cramp.

Chandler: Ok, I think she’s trying to tell us something. Quick, get the verbs.


Joey: When you see Frankie, tell him Joey Tribbiani says hi. He’ll know what it means.

Chandler: Are you sure he’ll be able to crack that code?


Chandler: Why yes Ross. Pressing my third nipple opens the delivery entrance to the magical land of Narnia.


Chandler: If I’m gonna be an old, lonely man, I’m gonna need a thing, you know, a hook, like that guy on the subway who eats his own face. So I figure I’ll be Crazy Man with a Snake, y’know. Crazy Snake Man. And I’ll get more snakes, call them my babies, kids will walk past my place, they will run. “Run away from Crazy Snake Man,” they’ll shout!


Chandler: Sometimes I like to hold stuff like this and pretend I’m a giant.


Chandler: We have to assign heads to something.

Joey: Right. Ok, ok, uh, ducks is heads, because ducks have heads.

Chandler: What kind of scary-ass clowns came to your birthday?


Chandler: Ok, all right, look. Let’s get logical about this, ok? We’ll make a list. Rachel and Julie, pros and cons. Oh. We’ll put their names in bold, with different fonts, and I can use different colors for each column.

Ross: Can’t we just use a pen?

Chandler: No, Amish boy.


Chandler: (Joey grabs a frying pan) Yes, hitting her with a frying pan’s a good idea. We might wanna have a backup plan, though, just in case she isn’t a cartoon.


Ross: [on the phone] Woah, woah, woah australopithicus isn’t supposed to be in that display. No. No. No, n, homo-habilus was erect, australopithicus was never fully erect.

Chandler: Well maybe he was nervous.


Chandler: Phoebs, play with meeee.

Phoebe: No. This game is grotesque. Twenty armless guys joined at the waist by a steel bar, forced to play soccer forever. Ahh, hello, human-rights violation.

Chandler: Ya know Phoebs, don’t feel so bad for ‘em. After they’re done playing, I break out the little plastic women and everybody has a pretty good time.


Eddie: I uh, I gotta tell you man, I mean, that’s uh, it’s kinda out of the blue, I mean don’t you think?

Chandler: This is not out of the blue, this is smack dab in the middle of the blue.


Ross: No. Man I don’t wanna have to have Joey with me every time I wanna decent cup of coffee. Ya know, and I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life drinking cappuccino with a ‘K’. I say you and I go back down there and stand up to those guys.

Chandler: Alright, hang on a second there Custer.


Chandler: It’s a traditional Mexican custard dessert. Look talk to Monica, she’s on the food committee.


Joey: I figure my character has kids.

Chandler: Ya know there isn’t a part of that sentence I don’t need explained.



Chandler: All right, you will notice that I am fully dressed. I, in turn, have noticed that you are not. So in the words of A. A. Milne, “Get out of my chair, dill hole!”


Joey: Whoa, jam! I love jam! Hey, how come we never have jam at our place?

Chandler: Because the kids need new shoes.


Rachel: Well, what happened to your jam plan?

Monica: I figured out I need to charge seventeen bucks a jar just to break even. So, I’ve got a new plan now. Babies.

Chandler: Well, you’re gonna need much bigger jars.


Monica: Oh wait, you know what, I got it, I got it, pretend like you just woke up, okay, that will throw her off. Be sleepy.

Rachel: Yes, and grumpy.

Chandler: What are you, stop naming dwarves! 


Ross: The Geller Cup.

Chandler: Is everybody else seeing a troll doll nailed to a two by four?


Chandler: Hey, anybody got a length of rope about six feet long with a little noose at the end?


Joey: Well y’know, I’ve been walking the same way since high school. Y’know, y’know how some guys they walk into a room and everybody takes notice. I think I need a ‘take notice’ walk.

Chandler: Are you actually saying these words?


Phoebe: All right, y’know forget hypnosis. The way to quit smoking is you have to dance naked in a field of heather, and then bath in the sweat of six healthy young men.

Chandler: Or what my Father called Thursday night.


Chandler: Ross! You gotta stop! Okay?! You can’t just stare through the peep hole for three hours! You’re gonna get peep eye!


Ross: She’s going in. Wait! He’s going in! He’s going in!! The door’s closed! I, I can’t see anything but the door closed!!

Chandler: And the inventor of the door rests happily in his grave.



Chandler: Could we be more white trash?


Rachel: Okay! No accountants. Oh, and no one from like legal. I don’t like guys with boring jobs.

Chandler: Oh and Ross was like what? A lion tamer?



Frank: Chandler’s a girl!

Chandler: Oh God, kindergarten flashback.


Monica: Look, these clowns are trying to take us for a ride and I’m not gonna let ‘em! And we’re not a couple of suckers!

Chandler: I hear ya, Mugsy! 


Joey: Everything’s gettin’ all messed up, y’know? Emily won’t let Ross see Rachel, we’re not gonna stop seeing Rachel, hence Ross stops seeing us!

Phoebe: Oh, I hate this. Everything’s changing.

Chandler: Yeah I know, we’re losing Ross, Joey said hence…


Phoebe: What am I sitting on?

Chandler: Top of the world? Dock of the bay? (He tries to think of another but can’t) I’m out.


Ross: So what would you say Pheebs? Stuff like uh, “Keep your mitts off my grub?”

Chandler: Say Ross, when you picture Phoebe living on the street, is she surrounded by the entire cast of Annie?


Ross: Y’know what, I am gonna be happy this year. I am gonna make myself happy.

Chandler: Do you want us to leave the room, or?


Ross: It would be so cool to live across from you guys!

Joey: Hey, yeah! Then we could do that telephone thing! Y’know, you have a can, we have a can and it’s connected by a string!

Chandler: Or we can do the actual telephone thing.


Ross: Someone sent us a basket at work once and people went crazy over those little muffins. It was the best day.

Chandler: Your work makes me sad.


Phoebe: Yeah well, that’s ‘cause Monica put me in charge of cups and ice, and Monica is gonna rue the day that she put me in charge of cups and ice.

Chandler: Y’know I rued the day once…didn’t get a whole lot else done.