#Ink brainrot

[toffeebrews]

I've been staring at ink's FÀQ for a bit. it got me wondering. I've got so many questions about this guy (from serious to silly)

how "fake" are his emotions? Are emotions really "fake" if they're things he really feels. Sure it's temporary, but if he feels it in that moment is it fake? seems to impact his ability to care for others somewhat so it must not be completely"real" . Are his emotions just permanently slightly duller than someone with a soul? Can he even CARE about not caring? How long does it take to wear off? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months?

(more yapping under the cut)

Do his emotions dull as they wear off? or does he just know when he'll "run out" of emotion intuitively? Does he get a like initial emotion high when he first drinks one? How does he try to balance them? Does he measure it??? like he takes out a scale and does it by ounces or something? Does he drink all of his belt all at once at the same time?? Like he puts all his vials in one hand and just chugs them? Does he drink the entire thing all at once? Or just a bit of a vial?? Leaving a bit of it left for later?

What do they taste like to him? Are they yummy? Do they smell like anything? Just paint probably but what type? Like does it smell more like oil paint, acrylic or watercolor (they all smell different i swear)? Could he theoretically use it like normal paint? Like if someone was feeling silly could they paint with his vials?

[chaostified]

A little something for you guys with Ink and Killer being dorks:

I adore them so much and yes, they are siblings (technically step-siblings but you don't need to know that) in this garbage so yippee.

1075 words of yummy idiotism.

Now indulge.

The sound of his alarm clock broke him out of his deep sleep. He groaned loudly, he should have gone to bed earlier last night. He picked up his phone and turned off the alarm, the brightness of his screen burned his eyes in the gloomy room. His curtains had stopped much light from entering.

He heard a soft knock on his bedroom door.

"Come in." He said, stretching in bed. His voice sounded hoarse.

The door opened, and the sharp light of the room outside rushed in, making the visitor look like a dark shadow. He was completely aware of who it was though.

"Morning Killer." They said stepping into the room and leaving the door behind them open.

"Mh, morning." Killer hid his face in his pillow, his words sounded muffled but they were able to figure out what he had said.

"Did you stay up late again?" They walked up to their half-asleep sibling.

"Noooo, I'm just tired." Killer turned to his side and looked at them. They simply raised a brow, staring back at him. "Ok fine, I stayed up late." Killer gave in. They let out a disappointed sigh.

"I told you to go to bed early last night, you never listen to me." They grabbed Killer's skull, slightly shaking him.

"You're so meannnn, I just couldn't sleep." He removed their hand on his head, pulling it as a little child would. The other simply outheld their other hand towards the desk, covered in snacks that Killer had stolen in the kitchen. He simply smiled, trying to avoid the wrath of his older sibling.

"Killer." Their voice was very stern, Killer was in big trouble. 

"Inkkkk." He pulled on their hand again.

"You little shit get the fuck up." Ink grabbed his cheeks, ready to punch his face in.

"Noooo, school sucks, I don't wanna goooo." He whined and begged but to no avail.

"Isn't Nightmare going to pick you up today?" Ink teased, making Killer jump out of bed.

"Shit, you're right!" He awkwardly ran towards his closet, searching through a bunch of clothing to find something fitting. Ink simply stared in awe, laughing to themself.

"I'll be downstairs." They walked over to the door but were stopped by Killer.

"Are mum and mama home?" Killer asked. "I need their help with choosing an outfit."

"They're both at work, and I'm literally right here?" They said, leaning on the door. The last part of the sentence sounded like they were offended.

"You'd be of no help, I know that you'll give me the worst advice just to piss me off." Killer turned towards Ink, pulling out a middle finger.

"Bitch." Ink sounded even more offended now. Killer grinned, turning back to the closet and shuffling through clothes.

"Wear the necklace he gifted you." Ink crossed his arms, leaning their head to peek into the closet more.

"I will," Killer said as he pulled out a short jacket. "Do you think this will look good with the fancy shirt I own?" 

"Black on black? You'll look like an emo." Ink sneered. "You and Nightmare are actually soulmates."

"Ink you bastard just tell me if it will look good." Killer hit Ink on the head with a hanger.

"Yeah, yeah, it will look good, don't worry about it." Killer didn't seem convinced enough. "I'm serious." Ink raised their hands to eye level.

"Thanks, loser." Killer snickered.

"No problem, dimwit." Ink slapped Killer on the back of the head.

"Oh, motherfucker!" Killer hit Ink with a hanger again.

"Ok stop, hangers hurt." Ink shielded themself.

"Getting slapped on the back of the head also hurts." Killer softly kicked Ink's leg.

"Do I look like I care?" Ink said, grabbing Killer's hand that was threatening to hit them.

"Pretend like you do please." Killer playfully punched Ink's chest.

"No, I don't think I will." Ink sneered. "In fact, I'll be even more mean and tell our parents that you're skipping class." Killer stared at them, he didn't expect them to know. He was about to ask how but Ink swiftly cut him off. "Nightmare told Error, Error told me." Killer grunted, there goes his date with Nightmare. "I won't tell on you, you absolute moron." Killer eyes lit up, he was saved by Ink's merciful personality, though he wouldn't call it that. "Just be back by the time your classes end and we're clear ok?" He nodded his head and embraced Ink.

"Thank you, I owe you one." Killer giggled.

"Stop acting like a big baby." Ink hugged him with one arm.

"I'm younger than you, save me some slack."

"By a year Killer, and at your age, I was mature enough to go inside a shop and buy alcohol without having them check for an ID." Ink hit on his head, trying to knock some sense into him.

"Wait, you brought alcohol? Dude, you were only 16!" Killer looked at them judgingly.

"I believe in the fact that American rules shouldn't apply to Europeans."

"Being European is not an excuse, you alcoholic." Ink grimaced at the statement.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Make me."

"I'll punch you."

"I'll fight you."

"I hate you so much."

"You adore me."

"I do not, you're the biggest fucking idiot I have ever met."

"You call Error the worst things imaginable and yet you're dating him." Killer shrugged. "Calling people names is your love language at this point." 

"Mine and Error's relationship is none of your business." Ink poked at him.

"Not prying in, just stating facts."

"The fact that I hate that man with my entire being?" Ink scowled.

"Dude, why are you even dating him then?" Killer raised a brow, chuckling to himself.

"Free opening to strike him whenever I want and he won't expect it." Ink smirked. "Also I take pity on such a shallow and egoistic man." Their smirk just got wider.

"Says the guy with a god complex." Killer rolled his eyes, leaning on the closet door.

"Touché." Ink pulled his arms up in defeat. "Also you'll be late if you don't get ready now." Ink pointed at him, reminding him that he was still in his pyjamas and had yet to change his clothes.

"Right, shoo out of my room now, peasant." Killer fanned at Ink with his hand, motioning towards the door.

"As you wish Mr trash prince." Ink pranced out of the room dramatically, making Killer groan in frustration.

[chaostified]

Why is this so relatable from a storytelling perspective? Oh... Oh, wait... It's that one eldrich god Ink AU screaming in the back of my head with the whole "random dude finds God in a forest, but said God for some god dayum reason can't remember shit" storyline.

when you download a pdf and it's called like 1328723486basdf12.pdf but then you gently rename it to what it's supposed to be. that's forming a bond with a hurt and wild mythological creature and reminding it who it is.

[sukiiwake]

Inktober + Trollstober day 1 done!!! Poppy wasn’t nearby so Gary got the love💙 prompts 2gthr were hugtime and backpack!

[signanothername]

🎵you made me in your image, so I lack a soul🎵

[chaostified]

Try and guess which brainrot character it is!

Is it Nightmare? Nopey.

Is it Error? No, but yes?

Ah wait... It's Ink again isn't it...

characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.

[chaostified]

random thought would ink get into woodcarving?

cuz now i'm here like "making cool patterns is nice. also cool things just for the sake of them existing"

Yes they would.

I actually had a very 'cool' (*cough cough* horny) idea with that.

[flipflopmaster]

Ihhsfm

[chaostified]

THE BOY!!! MY BABY!!!

didn’t get to draw inktobertale, so i guessed a quick colored doodle could do the trick. the boy!!!!! :-)

[zcarbonart]

been really into color pencil textures these days so drew them 🙂‍↕️❤️💙

[sonicranger1]

Hate when people say Underverse itself is villainizing Ink because nO IT ISN'T!!! IT'S THE FANS OF UNDERVERSE THAT ARE MISINTERPRETING AND BLOWING INKS ACTIONS OUT OF PROPORTION CUZ THEY HAVE NO MEDIA LITERACY AND CAN'T HANDLE A MORALLY COMPLEX CHARACTER PLEASE-

[dreemurr-skelememer]

idol ink au doodle yesterday .....

[chaostified]

THIS PART OF INK'S CANON IS EATING AT MY BRAIN, JUST MUNCHING ON IT WHILE I SUFFER.

The brain can and will hide away the details of traumatic events, sometimes even fully suppressing these memories as a defensive mechanism. This is basically what happened to Ink (most likely). Genetics and our surroundings build who we are and trauma can also do so. If it seems that you are missing that small part of yourself, that tiny speck of hurt you had forgotten, would you ever truly feel and/or live like yourself?

Imagine, omg, we find a way to make Ink's memories come back! And then what? We're not in movies or other cliche shit for it to cure trauma. Instead, it will bring more emotional turmoil to Ink, an already pretty emotional (however ironic that may be) little shit and they will suffer at the hands of the rediscovered trauma. Of course, knowing the cause might open up a path of healing, but that is a route that will have even more emotional pain in it.

Moral of the story?

Ink's entire lore is just angst fueling and I love it.

Enough of the trope where memory loss undoes the damage or the corruption or whatever. More content where removing memories just removes the context.

The tragedy of needing to grieve and not knowing what or who you lost or why. The angst of having trauma and being denied the awareness that it's trauma. The suspense of being different somehow and left to wonder how and when. The tension of knowing that something is off and you can't find where it hurts. The Adventure Zone gets it. Kingdom Hearts gets it.

There is an aching inside you and you don't know how it got there.

[keykittygirl]

Macaque hesitated. "Kid, are you sure? I mean, this is pretty dangerous."

"Yes, I'm sure," MK said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Macaque sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, fine. But if things go south, I'm taking you out of there. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Okay, follow me."

Without another word, Macaque led the way, with MK following close behind. (UIS chapter one by @1shcakes)

I never seen those before...

previous || next (TBA)

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Wait... What are those thing dripping from that some sort of table...

Anyway...

Remember those comic that I did before about my perspective in UIS? Well yeah I decided to continue it and redraw the first page into two page. And those earlier paragraph are belong to @1shcakes UIS fic chapter one. He's the owner of this AU and he cook a really great story, I encourage you guys to read it, and also you can read it here

Also a reminder, since the fan comic that I make is based on my perspective before the first chapter even released, it'll be a lot of difference from the original fic, since I also make the script before the first chapter out.

Huge thanks to @noteverystarisasun for helping me out with the dialogue and stuff

Anyway have fun reading everyone and hope you all enjoy my fan comic (//v^)

[kuro-is-doodlin]

This game... This absolutely wonderful game...

[chaostified]

can i say: ink walks up to people like "wanna doodle on my -insert random body part-?" why?

because nothing's better than having your friends also just doodle on you with different colors

I was like, "yeah that sounds nice!" but then suddenly my horny self awakened and I was like "Error probably wrote his name on Ink's body somewhere." and now I am suffering the consequences of my own dirty mind.