"HELLO??? IS THIS THING ON?"

Bendy and the Ink Machine RP blog, main is Dry-Ink.tumblr.com, multiples of characters and ocs welcome!

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Now, I'm not saying there'll EVER be a Sammy Laurence on this blog, but.....

THIS would be his song, I think, if he theoretically existed here.

[bendyboodarling]

( @dry-ink liked for a starter! )

Down in the recording studio where the band would have played, the sound of a piano being played could be heard. Sitting on his knees at the bench, BB presses at the keys to play a rather ragtime melody. But this wasn’t his studio. He was in another Bendy’s.

Hearing the rightful owner enter in, BB gives a classic Bendy grin to the fellow ink demon.

“Hope ya like tunes! I was feeling some good swings and thought I’d play a little diddy~”

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The grin wasn’t mirrored on the similar face it’d been directed towards. He waved a hand at his double, though in a motion of shooing away rather than welcoming. Seems this Bendy wasn’t feeling the “good swings” at the moment.

“How many times ‘ave I told ya ta keep it down on that in-” The short dancer nearly fell over at the force of their own yawn. “-th’ ‘orninnng… Looooook, Borsy, I get I t, ya a “sevaunt” or whaddaver. But the early 'ours is all I’m askin’ ya to afford me, 'k? K.“

And with that, Bendy spun on the heel of his mismatched slippers and trudged back around a corner and down a hallway, the cane he’d pulled from behind his back poking things out of the way so he didn’t trip in the dark. …. there was still some sound effects of prat falls nonetheless.

[bendyboodarling]

BB blinked, his fingers stopped their jubilees dance across the keys. Borsy? He wasn’t Boris. And man, for a sleepy fella he was sure quick. Time to catch up.

Swinging himself off the bench, BB can for the closest poster and jumped in as though it were a window to the outside. From his point of view it was just like the old world he’d grown up and been animated in. But there were a bunch of poster "windows” scattered all over the place.

Following the closest trail of them, BB began looking through each one by one until- AH HA! There he was. Poor chap was bumpin and fallen into stuff with those tired eyes.

“Ya might wanna invest in some glasses, pal. I ain’t Borsy.”

He kept moving from poster to poster as he called out to Bendy.

“In fact I’m like you! Imma Bendy too! Sorry for waken ya but I really wanna say hi! Pal?”

Hoping a few posters ahead, BB leapt out into the middle of the hall, putting his hands up in a stopping motion at Bendy.

“Ding dong! Wake up pal! Open yer eyes!”

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Fast indeed, for he had mastered the art of the Shuffle-Trudge. He only caught bit and pieces of what was said in that muddled voice towards the wall as he'd trip and stumble.

"Da fireas 'n need somma t'-(another great yawn)-ooose???? 'mmnnnnnnai nT , da one who.....drinks....."

He didn't see the hands, ears ringing. He bumped up against them- swayed... aaand then fell backwards. With the little 'zzzzzs' coming from the toon's face, it was that they were cold. 

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My Rp partner:

Me:

[reyindee]

relatable

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@gal-with-pastels @roneta @thecrowned-starprince @nightmoon20 

:’D I’m sorry

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@pwnage101

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@cittyutau

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Its even painfully accurate in reverse. People who say so much with so little- Apologies to any partner of mine if seem to add too much. Its hard to feel like you're not cluttering when you're describing the stage as well as its actors.

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@dry-ink Liked for a starter! –x

“–Gee, you guys multiply like gremlins! Where are yous comin’ from??” Tilly scratches the top of her head in confusion. 

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“Heh, I’d ask the same of humanity, if any of their like ever came ‘round anymore. But you-”

The grin was wide and eyes excited.

“Don’t suppose I’ve ever seen a pal like you before! What’s ya name, kid? Assumin’ you know mine, if not by fame then from that look on ya face.”

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“–Yaya, I know. Yer another Bendy.” The kid states with a sigh “You can call me Tilly! Tilly Okesa-” She stopped herself right there and cleared her throat “…Tilly Tapdance is the name.” 

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The restatement hooks him fast, and his tail swings a bit behind him in a tell.

"Aw now dat's a WONDERFUL name, Til'! And wid'ah last name like that-"

The little demon seemed taller when so suddenly up-close, without visible walking to bring any sense to it. He held out a white-gloved hand, and nearly sounded Sauvé:  "How's about we Dance?"

[bendyboodarling]

( @dry-ink liked for a starter! )

Down in the recording studio where the band would have played, the sound of a piano being played could be heard. Sitting on his knees at the bench, BB presses at the keys to play a rather ragtime melody. But this wasn’t his studio. He was in another Bendy’s.

Hearing the rightful owner enter in, BB gives a classic Bendy grin to the fellow ink demon.

“Hope ya like tunes! I was feeling some good swings and thought I’d play a little diddy~”

[inkblot-rping]

The grin wasn't mirrored on the similar face it'd been directed towards. He waved a hand at his double, though in a motion of shooing away rather than welcoming. Seems this Bendy wasn't feeling the "good swings" at the moment.

"How many times 'ave I told ya ta keep it down on that in-" The short dancer nearly fell over at the force of their own yawn. "-th' 'orninnng... Looooook, Borsy, I get I t, ya a "sevaunt" or whaddaver. But the early 'ours is all I'm askin' ya to afford me, 'k? K."

And with that, Bendy spun on the heel of his mismatched slippers and trudged back around a corner and down a hallway, the cane he'd pulled from behind his back poking things out of the way so he didn't trip in the dark. .... there was still some sound effects of prat falls nonetheless.

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@dry-ink Liked for a starter! –x

“–Gee, you guys multiply like gremlins! Where are yous comin’ from??” Tilly scratches the top of her head in confusion. 

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"Heh, I'd ask the same of humanity, if any of their like ever came 'round anymore. But you-"

The grin was wide and eyes excited.

"Don't suppose I've ever seen a pal like you before! What's ya name, kid? Assumin' you know mine, if not by fame then from that look on ya face."

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Send “Chu~” to give my muse a sudden quick peck on the cheek.

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Pendamonium

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The ‘new’ Bendy clung to the taller toon, his hands becoming more solid as gloves appeared on them. He felt so many things at once: confusion, fear, paranoia. But he also felt comfort and familiarity in the arms of Boris. It outweighed the negatives luckily and his eyes closed as he relaxed, feeling a little tired now.

“Boris…” he whispered again before yawning, “Glad you’re here…”

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He returned the embrace, knowing how to best hug Bendy to let the little guy fall asleep feeling safe. “Glad you are too, lil’ buddy.. . Feel free ta rest up some, we aint got nowhere ta go.”

Suddenly, he had a little bassoon on-hand, holding it with his right hand as his left was around Bendy’s shoulders and back. “Would ya like a little number by chance? I know a good number of lullabies, or just soft swing’in.”

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things your muse catches my muse doing

💕- something that is romantic in some way ((crush shrine, doting over a celebrity, ect)) 🎤- singing a song from a popstar that is absolutely ridiculous passionately 👗- playing dressup

📘- reading something stupid and enjoying it (I.e twilight) 😂- theme of your choosing.

Send me one of these and 👌 Perfect blackmail material

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((Yes))

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(( @animated-ink you wanna do this? Heeheehee…))

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Hate yours

Be rude to yours 

Become your character’s enemy

Be willing to attack/fight yours in a plot

Develop a bromance or platonic relationship 

Have or receive UNreciprocated feelings with yours

Team up with your character against others

Otherwise engage in non-romantic interactions

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Pendamonium

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He rubbed his head a little, trying to come up with an answer. Why was he in there?

“I..I don’t know.. it was dark and quiet, and I didn’t like it anymore so I tried to leave. But the door wouldn’t open…” Seemed his memory wasn’t cleared up just yet and he was struggling to answer anything more than that.

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".... Aw, its ok little buddy, come 'ere."

Boris hugs the toon in attempts t make them feel better. Amnesia could led to panicking, and he didn't at to see THAT happen again. Not after what had happened in the past.

He didn't think this was the same Bendy he'd spent so many years with  but.... it was still at least a Bendy. And any form of his friend deserved a hug whenever possible. "You won't ever have ta go near that room again, its on the far-side anyhow. Not much over there."

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Pendamonium

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The only toon almost scurried away when the figure reached out for them, but something about it was familiar. And comforting. With another hand, they wiped ink from their eyes to try and see better and adjust to the light.

How could something they never experienced be so familiar? There were shadows of memories in their head, memories that weren’t theirs, but they were clearing. Soon that face wasn’t just vaguely familiar, they knew it! It was the face of a friend!

“B..B-Boris..?” their voice croaked from an inky throat.

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The taller toon was looking around, and stopped soon after some quick strides. The 2 were in a somewhat open office, the door missing and the desk knocked over. They sit down on a worn sofa, any carefully slides the smaller toon onto the cushions, clearly not caring about staining them.

In the much softer light, it is indeed clear that it was Boris, who looked over the little guy. “…Y-yeah, its me lil’ fella. . you, look like… Hey, what do ya go by, on chance?” Boris had a gentle smile, and seemed happy that the other toon wasn’t a puddle.

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As he moved more ink away from his eyes, his vision became much more clear as he adjusted to the softer light of the different room. By now he was a little more solid and was dripping a lot less as his form started to figure itself out.

“Boris…” he said again, his voice more clear this time. Hesitating a little bit with the somewhat unfamiliar memories, he searched for his own name. It popped up almost suddenly and he gave a small start before saying it, “B-Bendy..! I’m Bendy..!”

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The lanky wolf's smile faltered, concern coming back into his eyes. Tail swishing to his right, behind him, he tried to figure out how this could be.

After a moment, he spoke again, sounding and looking less unsettled than he was internally. "Well, Bendy, its nice ta meet ya! But do ya know what you were doin' over there in that room? Its one that's been boarded fer decades."