author’s note: yeah, so i got just a little carried away with this tbh. i really liked the idea of this imagine and i am really happy with how it turned out. also, THAT SEASON 6A FINALE! AM I RIGHT?? anyways, enjoy this imagine and feel free to make requests!
i have so many headcanons about bendy and the ink machine. specifically what the cartoon was like
i like to think that boris was a wolf that was looked down by everybody because of how “stupid” he was. this is the olden days where mental illnesses weren’t recognized so much and the ones that were were viewed as dangerous. so once boris’ parents passed on nobody was really willing to be there with him. he has managed to get some work, but it doesn’t pay much. and he’s so very lonely. he just wants a friend. a best friend even! how great would that be? but nobody wants him around…
then he came across a local church that was warning people about summoning demons. about how horrible it was the terrible cost to pay. but boris heard that when you summon a demon you can get anything as long as the proper price can be payed. boris doesn’t have much, but a best friend is priceless! somebody to have fun with and play board games and go to the movies and help comfort each other when they’re down. boris was willing to pay whatever terrible cost to get a best friend.
it takes a long time, but after lots a research and some shady deals has everything he needs to summon a demon.., no, his new best friend!! he performs the ritual, citing the proper words when the candles around him go out despite there being no wind. a chill fills the air and the candles relit with black fire. a dark cloud starts building in the center of the circle and grows taller. boris briefly wonders if this was a good idea when POOF. the clouds disperse and there stands a short demon, his face is blank. then he blinks and glances around the room. he spots boris who has scooted back a few feet and looking a bit scared. the demon grins. he walks towards boris, closing the distance between them. boris is in too much shock to move. and then the demon sticks out his hand, still smiling but never speaking a word. after a couple seconds boris catches on and grabs the demons’ hand, allowing him to pull him up from the floor.
once boris is up on his feet the demon starts shaking his hand and looks quite pleased. boris grins and shakes his hand back. after a few seconds the demon lets go and stands back a little, looking at boris expectantly.
boris starts, “my name is boris! what’s yours?”
the demon lifts and waves his hand above his head. sparkly letters appear spelling out ‘bendy’.
“that’s a nice name! so, um, i was wondering if you could help me?”
bendy nods, smiling a bit wider
“could you be, um, sorry if this is silly, but will you be my best friend?”
bendy’s smile drops and he blinks a couple of times. he’s never heard of such a strange request before, but then his smile returns full force and he nods again enthusiastically. this could be fun
boris is beside himself with happiness. he’s got a new best friend!! how exciting! he tries to hug his new friend, but bendy steps back out of reach. boris is a bit confused. bendy twirls his hand in a circle looking at boris like hes expecting more. boris remembered that one important detail.
“oh! um, well, what do you want in return?”
bendy smile widens. this stupid wolf just gave him free reign over what he could ask for. he could ask for his soul and then drag him back to hell. or ask for him to gather people so he could take their souls and take them back to hell. …but it has been a long time since he has been in the living world. he doesn’t want to leave so quickly.
while bendy thinks his face takes on an expression of deep thought. boris starts thinking about the things he could probably give up. his home? would living on the streets be worth it? umm, lets just look over all the other options first. his life? ehh… his senses? sight or hearing? taste? would those be good? …what could a demon do with a sense of taste? no, it should be something useful. his job? well, uh….maybe. then boris was struck with a thought
“at the bakery i work at,“ bendy glances up, “we make lots of desserts and the workers are allowed to take home a couple after work. i could give those to you? would that be enough?”
bendy blinks and thinks it over. he’s always loved human food, especially sweets. but that doesn’t cut it for all the boris is asking for-
“and i suppose i could let you stay at my house, and provide meals?”
that’s better. not only would he be gifted meals, but he has been given permission to stay in the living world. for all that’s provided its just barely enough, but hey, boris didn’t state that he had to be a good best friend now did he?
bendy looks at boris and grins while nodding. boris has got that look on his face again that looks like he’d explode with excitement. he holds out his hand.
“so its a deal?”
bendy grabs his hand and shakes. boris feels a weird sensation creep through his hand and into his entire body. he suppresses a shiver as he feels the weirdness settle in his chest. the candles light shifts from black to yellow and the air loses its chill. boris blinks at the sudden shift, but then smiles widely and gathers bendy up into a hug. bendy’s smile looks strained, but he allows it.
and then over the course of the cartoon you see all the wacky adventures they go through, mainly spurred by bendy’s trickster nature. and then as they spend more and more time together bendy behavior starts to shift. you dont spend several months with an oblivious wolf who is kind to a fault without something changing.
the tricks he pulls on boris start becoming less harsh and he starts pulling pranks on the people who hurt boris. they get mad at him and say that he should keep that thing under check. boris gets really mad at that comment and says that bendy is just having fun and they shouldnt be so cruel. and they keep arguing and of course bendy hears it all. he’s never heard boris so angry before and at that moment he realizes just how much he means to boris. he vows to pull even more tricks against those nasty jerks.
and more episodes pass as bendy keeps up his promise to himself until an episode called, “boris is missing” happens. obviously, boris is missing leaving bendy quite confused. he’s not in the house anywhere and although its boris’ day off bendy checks his work too. he’s not there either. bendy tries not to worry about it, but then he remember those jerks who would hurt boris and he wonders if maybe they took things too far and he’s hurt somewhere. so he went to the hospital to check, but they say they dont have him. he’s starting to panic at this point, because boris is always around with bendy and for him to just disappear like this… something must be wrong.
he checks all the alleyways. nothing. he checks the stores. nothing. the park, the library, the entire town. nothing. bendy just feels straight panic. has he been kidnapped? is he trapped in somebodies cellar? is he in some trunk of a car heading out of town? aaaaaaah, calm down, uhh, maybe there are some clues at the house he missed? a note stating where he went? bendy runs back to his house. he opens the door and
bendy silently screams and falls back. he looks up and boris is standing above him. he had a wide smile on his face which dropped into deep concern once he saw bendy’s face. he immediately starts apologizing and saying he didn’t mean to startle him so much, bendy pulled lots of pranks so he thought he’d prank him too. it was stupid he shouldn’t have done that, he didn’t think bendy would get so scared from a boo.
boris is kneeling by bendy as he keeps saying sorry and bendy’s expression is blank as he tries to understand everything. after about half a minute it clicks and bendy starts shaking. boris becomes even more worried cause oh my gosh, i just ruined this friendship and he’s shaking in anger and why did i think this was a good idea? but then bendy tilts his head back and he’s laughing so hard that tears are streaming down his face. and now boris is the one who’s confused. he isn’t sure what to do when bendy wraps his arms around him and he realizes with shock that for the first time bendy is hugging him. he gladly hugs back.
and in the episodes after that bendy hugs boris a lot more often and becomes more touchy-feely in general. he still pulls a few pranks on boris, but they’re incredibly mild. like when he pies boris in the face but boris is happy saying that its his favorite flavor. and when anybody tries to hurt boris like before for some ‘strange’ reason something horrible happens to that person. such as when mr. tiller called boris a useless moron and somehow a piano landed on his head. people learned quickly to stop harassing boris.
and the show goes on like that with bendy and boris being best friends and getting into shenanigans.
so now bendy wouldnt trade boris for anybody in the world. and he’d get awfully mad if, say, boris had his chest ripped open. oh, he’d want to hurt whoever did that to his best friend in the worst way possible.
After years of being put through things they never would’ve imagined, not knowing if the other was alive or dead.. Here they both are
Finally, together, on the same side. In the same place. Able to be themselves.
And able to have the conversation they’ve been waiting for and wanting ever since their first meeting. They can finally get to know each other, hear each others’ stories. And turn the understanding they’d reached into a path towards achieving their goal- to change their wrong world.
Just look. Look at the way Amon turns toward that familiar voice, how he looks at Kaneki
He looks at him with his entire soul in his eyes. (Seriously what a gorgeous panel.) He’s finally seeing his full face for the first time :’) but you know he recognizes those eyes, that voice, that white hair. His eyes are so gentle, and tired, and full of emotion. A little haunted. But he looks so beautiful.
And he calls Kaneki by the only name he knows him by.. Eyepatch :’) Just like old times. If that doesn’t bring a smile to Kaneki’s face I don’t know what will.
He still doesn’t even know Kaneki’s name, but here they are. Finally able to have the conversation that’s been led up to for years. With this, so much can change, including each other. I’m sure Kaneki will help Amon to accept what he is now, and control his new strength and grow into it. And Amon will be able to give Kaneki the same guidance that he has ever since their first meeting.
On this little bench is where I’m guessing their conversation will happen. On the rooftop of the building, under a night sky (something that was always associated with their relationship).
This is seriously too beautiful. This means absolutely everything.
He can feel the weight of her stare on the back of his neck as he turns from the helm, her regard following him as his invisible companion as he moves to go below.
She’s been sitting at the bow since sunset, the sky spreading before her like a sea of stars, but her face has never turned towards them, nor has she looked down at the glittering carpet of the ocean below. Her attention has been fixed, wholly and completely, on him.
It makes him nervous in a way he hasn’t felt in centuries - her silent perusal combined with the thrill of his newly discovered feelings leaving him quite lightheaded.
He wants her to watch him, but more than that he wants her to want.
He slips a hand into his jacket pocket in search of his flask - anything to soothe his frayed nerves - but he comes up empty.
“Lost something?” she calls, holding his flask between finger and thumb, her lip curled sardonically. “You’re not the only pirate around here.”
“You need only have asked, Swan,” he says, shuffling over with hand outstretched. To his surprise she pulls the flask back, holding it close to her chest and watching him with hooded eyes.
“Is that true?” she asks, her voice low.
“Is what true, love?” he asks, snatching for the flask and scowling slightly as she refuses to hand it over.
Kaz let the necklace spill through his gloved fingers and back into the box of twinkling gold.
It was such a waste, leaving a pile of gold to gather dust in a hidden desk drawer. He knew the nearest jeweler would give him a tidy sum of kruge for it; Ghezen knew the Dregs needed it, since their last operation scraped their coffers clean. It was in everyone’s best interests to sell the gold.
But he knew he wouldn’t.
It started out as a simple, insignificant event. He had walked past the display case of the Financial District jeweler, when he saw the glimmering golden chain resting in an open velvet case. Fine filigree, simple clasp, stopping just at the collarbone. He’d bought it without hesitation. Even though he held the necklace to the candlelight that night to inspect its value, and found none, he hadn’t returned it. Instead, he tucked it away in a padlocked box stashed in his desk.
Then came the bracelets. They should have been the warning flag, the sign that should have tipped him off; but again, he only flung a few coins on a jeweler’s countertop and swept out of the shop, this time clutching a case that held a pair of thin gold bangles. He threw them in the same box holding the necklace, frustrated after another fruitless examination into the night.
It started an addiction within him.Headdresses, earrings, anklets—all gold. The box started to fill with them, shining brightly in the night as if to taunt him. Look at us, they sang, revel in our glory that entices you so powerfully.
Strangely enough, he failed to hunger for coins the same way, despite their similar golden sheen. No matter how strong his desire for kruge drove him, Kaz never bothered to take his spoils out and run his hands through them. He wasn’t a miser like Van Eck.
Kaz held back a sigh of exasperation, reminding himself to stay patient. If he’d bought them just from a single glance in a jeweler’s window display, there’s certainly some value in the gold. He slid his hand into the pile of jewelry once more, searching for another piece to scrutinize.
He pulled out a sparkling hand chain decorated with exquisite star cuts and relit the flickering candle on his desk.
The thought came almost absentmindedly as he took his magnifying glass in hand: this would complement Inej well.
The honesty behind the unspoken statement startled him and caused the magnifying glass to slip from his hand, which shattered symphonically on the floorboards.
Why, why would I think of such a thing?
Kaz stuffed the chain back inside the box, snapping the lid of the container shut. He carefully reminded himself to burn the thing after the next heist.
The box remained in his desk.
Kaz began to notice how Nina and Jesper adorned themselves with elaborate earrings and necklaces, Matthias and Wylan in simple brooches and bracelets, Kaz himself with his silver headed cane and matching cape pin.
Inej wore nothing.
A pity, he mused. The pair of gold bangles he bought would go well with her slender arms.
Jesper noticed Kaz staring at Inej, raised his eyebrows, but let no comment slip from his mouth. Wise of him.
Kaz thought about how Inej’s hands—delicate when selecting her daggers, deadly when using them—could seem more fantastical in movement with golden hand chains slipping between them. Whenever she tilted her head back to laugh at something Nina said, he wondered which hoarded necklace would emphasize the curve of her neck.
And when Inej accidentally brushed his hand against his when he gave her a pouch of kruge for Jesper and Nina to spend, Kaz needed to clear his throat to force back his newest thought: rings would make her fingers as holy as saints.
Aries: I know you have only ever seen life in shades of dull gray while everyone else talked about the beautiful neon of colors. Some people find their magic a little sooner is all, doesn’t mean you won’t see the fireworks light up too. Just be patient.
Taurus: You’re different now. But not in a bad way, in a way that would make your mother proud if you told her all the horrors you’d been through. You can finally stand up off your bloody knees and dance. The time for praying is over, you’ve won the god damn war.
Gemini: You are so much more than the value they’ve put on you. You are worth more than the scars and the stares and the stupidity. You are worth more god damn it.
Cancer: Drink Water. Get some sleep. Let yourself reset. Do not go jumping off bridges or burning them down at 2 am. Because those choices made in a rash of emotion never did anything good.
Leo: Learn to listen. Learn to be comfortable with silence. Do not let the silence make you smaller instead learn to grow in the places others give room. Flourish in quiet.
Virgo: Grow up. A relit cigarette will never taste the same and going back to old flames is only ever going to get you burned. So stop. Stop letting yourself get burned.
Libra: Forgive yourself. Because it is not your fault for the choices and actions everyone else has made. Because everyone else in this god awful situation has.
Scorpio: You are not just a bundle of mistakes and broken bones. You are more then the damage that has been done to you. You are wanted and loved and cherished. Remember that.
Sagittarius: Bury the bones. They deserve to be the skeletons because they were the ones who commuted the sins against you. You’re not wrong here. Remember that.
Capricorn : Do not be scared to restart. Preset the reset button and enjoy it. Do not be scared when you have to make new friends. Create a new life. In the end, it’ll be worth it.
Aquarius : Let go. Let go of all the anger and hatred you’re still clinging to because it’s all you’ve got left of them. It’s going to be hell but the relief of finally letting go of the glass shard memories will be worth it.
Pisces:Go outside. Do something you’ve never done before. Change some small thing in your routine. This monotonous pattern you’ve set yourself in is going to kill you.
I hope you’re having a good day as you read this :) anyw , Ive always been vvv drawn to the idea of having a pen pal , being able to learn about someone’s culture in detail , and getting the raw info without all the fabrication from textbooks . And in diff parts of the world , we have diff mindsets, I hope to find someone who’s able to hold a proper n open conversation , I’m fine w talking about anything really :) gender , race , religion , doesn’t matter to me !! we are all god’s creation , who are we to judge another when we ourselves aren’t perfect? :)
“Mine” Series: Part 1: We’re Taking On the World Together
A/N: This is a three-part series based on Taylor Swift’s song, “Mine.” A summary [without giving too much away] would be: this series is about the evolvement of yours and Harry’s relationship– the excitement and the struggles, the pits and peaks. No matter how crazy life gets, your each other’s safety nets.
Message me HERE for requests, questions, and feedback… they’re always welcome and appreciated. Much love. x
It was a view you
had only ever seen on television or in photographs. It was surreal. You and
Harry were at the top of the highest mountain, overlooking valleys, trees, and
a long, clear blue river that wrapped around. The sun was setting and the sky
was all sorts of beautiful. Orange, pink, lavender colors decorated the sky.
The photos you took on your phone didn’t do the view justice. All you could do
was remember its beauty.
You loved it on the
mountain with Harry. You were secluded and alone. There was no noise but the
sounds of your breaths. It was the most peaceful, relaxed, and intimate the two of you had been in a long
It was definitely
needed. You and Harry needed to pull away from the chaos that surrounded your
lives and take a moment for yourselves. You needed to spend time with one
another without any distractions or interruptions.
Life had been in
full speed the past several months. You had gotten accepted into Law school.
Your courses were extensive and required a lot of time to be dedicated towards
working on assignments and reviewing for tests. It was a type of pressure
different from undergraduate school. On top of that, you were also working as
an assistant at a law firm. Harry, on the other hand, was booked every single
day, going here going there, promoting his album and playing shows. He would
leave for days, even weeks, at a time. You lived under the same roof but it was
as if you never saw each other. On the days Harry would be home, you were
either working, at school, or too busy burying your nose in textbooks studying.
Other days you would stay up and wait for Harry to come home but he was already
exhausted from a long, tiresome day all he could muster up was energy for a
kiss then head straight to bed.
Something had to be
done. You and Harry needed to put life on pause before things fell apart.
Things had gotten so chaotic you began to neglect one another. So you and Harry
cleared your schedule for the next three weeks, booked a flight, and been
disengaged from the rest of the world since. It was the best thing the two of
you had ever done.
Your three weeks
were rejuvenating. It relit the spark that had been overshadowed by busy lives.
It reminded you and Harry why you fell in love with each other. The three weeks
brought back the feelings you had on your first date, the first time you spent
the night together, the time the two of you moved in with one another… It was
like falling in love all over again.
“I don’t want
to go home,” you said. Your eyes were focused on the view in front of you
as your head rested on Harry’s shoulder.
“Neither do I, luv,” he whispered.
You and Harry had
three more days left on holiday. Three more days to appreciate the peace, the
quiet, the privacy. There were no cameras or photographers. There were no
screaming fans or demanding bosses. There were no business meetings or classes
or assignments. Just you and Harry.
“I’m glad we
did this,” you looked up at Harry, his green eyes locking with yours. He
smiled, his dimples pronounced. He leaned forward and pressed his rosy lips
onto yours. He laid it there for a moment, leaving no empty space between you.
He pulled away slowly and whispered, “I love you, Y/N. More than you will
when we get home? Is it going to be the same way again? Me at school and you
gone?” you had a hint of sadness in the tone of your voice Harry picked up
assured you. “We’ll do it better this time, luv. We’ll fix it.”
“How can you be
He pressed his lips
onto your forehead and you closed your eyes at the touch of his soft lips.
Every time Harry touched you, it sent a wave of electricity and excitement
through you, but also a sense of calmness and security. “Because I never
wan’ t’ lose you, luv,” he answered.
won’t.” You nuzzled the top of your head into the crook of his neck and
hugged his arm. “You won’t.”
he responded. “There’s something I want’d to do before we went home…”
“What is it,
Harry pulled away
from you and wiped the dirt off from his
bottom. He reached a hand out toward you to pull you up. “Would you look at that
bird,” he pointed behind you. “It’s beau’iful.”
You spun around and
your eyes searched the sky for what you thought could be an eagle. But the sky
was empty. Your eyes shifted to the tall green trees but there was no sign of
life. You spun around defeated, “Harry, I don’t see—”
I am trying
to keep our love cooled down
because a flame, once died,
cannot be relit and I, once hurt,
cannot be relived, but
the flames are licking at my legs
they’re rising up above my head
and I can’t ignore that.
The rain is slicing at us now and you’re smoking a cigarette you’ve relit eleven times and you’re telling me about the afterlife and about everything you believe, you’re telling me about the riverbed and everything you want to see, and it’s cold and I feel alone with you here and maybe I’d love you if you hated me just a little, if every now and then you spoke to other girls just a little, if you hurt me the way I hurt you, just a little.
Author’s Note: Here’s the second in my responses to the Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy prompts! This one was requested by @vaultfox. Thank you so much for sending this in! This one is just shy of 1k words, but I hope you all enjoy anyway :) Feel free to keep sending in the prompts, y’all! Check out this post to see what I’m working on next.
‘Something quite remote from anything the builders intended, has come out of their work, and out of the fierce little human tragedy in which I played; something none of us thought about at the time; a small red flame - a beaten-copper lamp of deplorable design relit before the beaten-copper doors of a tabernacle; the flame which the old knights saw from their tombs, which they saw put out; that flame burns again for other soldiers, far from home, farther, in heart, than Acre or Jerusalem. It could not have been lit but for the builders and the tragedians, and there I found it this morning, burning anew among the old stones.’ - Brideshead Revisited The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder by Evelyn Waugh (1945)