#✦ ink most wanted

[inkkrp]

ink is a 20+ general mewe. we are lit/semi-lit with a focus on creativity and character expression through writing, art, music, and anything else that inspires us. we look to encourage this with bi-weekly art or writing prompts and think pieces as well as invite our muses to interact through not only sharing their own inspirations but also by building connections with threads, events, games, movies or whatever else helps comfortably keep them connected. whatever sparks your muse, we hope to be an exciting color on their canvas.

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[cherpupz]

utmv meme dump pt. 1 / ?

credit :3

killer - rahafwabas horror - sour apple studios cross - jakei95 dream + nightmare - jokublog swap - p0pcornpr1nce / au community error - loverofpiggies ink - comyet dust - ask-dusttale

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[alicenpai]

my first time ever drawing zelda i think!!! apparently i never uploaded these here and i needed to remedy that. zoldo doodlz from 2021

this was the original pic posted on twitter 2 years back. when i was inactive on tumblr. smh. i didnt know whether or not the same formatting was better, but i decided to separate the 2 zoldos so that you could see the details better up close idk.

[my-gf-timothy-jackson-drake]

I think Tim should lay in Bern's bed, kicking his feet and twirling his hair while he watches Bernard work out.

[kelocitta]

recent creatures summoned to physical world through violence

[theblorboscalledtheturtles]

2012 mutagen is what 🌌🪱🥛

2012 Leo & MM Donnie, 2012 Raph & mm Mikey

[dreagine]

Aroace ink sans I love you…………….

[kuro-ousama]

Kinda funny how the fact that I don't have a lot of favorites boiled down to the fact that I was crushed by Atem's story and vowed to not get attached to other characters.

In other words, this little fictional character broke my heart so hard that I can't move on. That's how much he made an impact to my fandom life even 2 decades later.

[inkkrp]

most wanted females?

hi nonnie! we're sorry for the late reply, but here are the community's most wanted females!

[morganbritton132]

A big pet peeve of mine is when you stop doing a hobby and people take it as a personal offense.

Like, five or six years ago I stopped drawing. It was never a hobby I particularly liked. It was cheap, I was good at it, and people paid attention to it so fading it out to focus on hobbies I actually liked was no big deal to me.

If you asked my relatives though, I might as well have killed somebody.

Also, they don’t seem to have a clue about what I actually drew because they’ll come up to me and talk about landscapes or buildings. I drew people! Specifically and only people.

[cecililiess]

Inktobertale Day 2: Where it all began

Another doodle for day 2!!!

(I swear I'll actually make a finished piece at some point this month... ^_^;)

Inktobertale challenge and Ink belong to Comyet

[inkskinned]

you worry the cardboard sleeve around the coffee and think about landfills and the future without straws. you are worried about prion disease and deer. you are worried about the rising temperature of mushrooms. you are worried about teflon and microplastics and carcinogens and whatever else you're being quietly lied to about.

your mother used to jokingly say you are "a worrier," which always kind of oddly hurt your feelings. you feel like a person. and besides, you've been told one-million-times that this is normal. examples get trotted out in a pony show each time: everyone gets nervous sometimes. they talk about public speaking and picturing people naked and how when they get nervous they just-get-over-it.

you run your hands down the grater of your life and feel the sharpness. you started holding your breath in tunnels as a kid, worried that if you relax, the ceiling would cave in. like years of architects and engineers weren't responsible - you, and your faith, you were responsible for the success of infrastructure. if you slipped for a moment, your whole family would be swept away under the ocean. and the problem is that it worked - no tunnel collapsed.

you once broke a coffee carafe and even though you didn't drink from it after, you worried that there had been some previous invisible micro-break that had made you drink glass particles. you stayed awake for 24 hours, constantly dreading each swallow, waiting to taste blood.

you hate being late, you worry about it. you go to grab literally just lunch with a friend - no pressure, no emergency - and you still park the car an hour early and just sit there scrolling on your phone aimlessly. maybe you just don't like surprises or change. you triple-check you locked the doors, and then go to bed, and then get up out of bed to check twice again.

a worrier. like a strange and dreadful bingo card, you collect weekly experiences. someone tells you that you're overthinking, that's 2 points. you have to physically turn around and go back in your house to check you unplugged everything, that's 1 point. spiraling about climate change or politics or the state of the world is a free space, that's basically every evening.

you worry you're being selfish and not a good person because how come you're worried about your dog's health and the itch in your eye when you know people who are really very ill or who have it worse or who are genuinely struggling. then you worry that you're being annoying by infantilizing them. then you worry that your priorities are wrong, that you should be infinitely more worried about the state of a dying planet.

you wanted to be a person, is all. you wanted to go through life in a softness, to hold the world gently and have it whisper past you. and instead you are a worrier. everything that touches you is hard and raw and sharp like diamonds.

[alicenpai]

was nostalgic for harvest moon a while back. i played a shit ton of hm64 until it started glitching so badly!!! i'm still sad over that!!! it was my childhood hm game!!!

sharing a Lumina & grandma drawing from 2018 i think ? wasn't super big on this piece. for the Back to the Beginning zine hosted by catstealers

[literaryvein]

L. V., i found this poem washed up on shore