#Quill & Ink

[bluebellowl]

3rd of Inktober: Boots

Happy day of german union! Squirrels put their stuff in all sort of things.

[otrtbs]

not even kidding sometimes i wanna be a nun ,,, i don’t give a fuck ,, kinda wanna run around a monastery ,,, me n the stained glass n some sisters

[ant1quar1an]

ink is a sociopath

does this make him a bad person?

absolutely not.

he can't feel empathy or remorse and my guy (gender neutral) that doesn't mean he's always got to be the villian

free this man of the stereotypes

let him be silly and fun and free without . people automatically making him a villainous character due to his lack of emotions

[princessofwhiteshadows]

[lepakonpaska]

Our Flag Means Death tarot - 1/9 (black and white version under read more)

Stede really is the essence of this card, there was no one else I could've possibly picked for this drawing <3 anyways next one's gonna be the moon, featuring everyone's favorite evil little rat man

Indian ink and watercolor on mixed media paper

[ddarker-dreams]

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Companion piece to Idée Fixe.

(A journal entry that will never see the light of day, for it is meant to rot in darkness. Even the amoral owner is bound to agree with this).

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, Chrollo is creepy hooooly shit (he needs a hobby), and religious imagery. Word count: 1k.

I have become hopelessly smitten with a woman who is, for lack of a better word, strange. 

She tells me she’s “probably agnostic, because that word sounds cooler than atheist”, while often exemplifying the religious doctrine she grew up in. She condemns herself for qualities she’d pardon in others. She’ll get excited over the most mundane things, such as pigeons, or when her rewards add up enough to get her favorite drink for free. I’m allowed to steal a certain amount before she stares at me, not quite comfortable enough to express her dissatisfaction verbally, yet undoubtedly pondering the perfect string of words to avoid offending me. 

The extent of her consideration for others is perplexing. There is no advantage to be gained by placating strangers, though her insistence on the matter would almost convince you otherwise. She never says “you’re welcome”, it’s always “of course”, as if the act of going so far out of her way is expected of her. If not that phrase, she’ll say “it’s no problem”, on the off chance the individual may think they burdened her. 

She’s strange, yes, but we’re alike in many ways, so I wonder what that’d make me. 

I’ve taken on innumerable roles throughout the years. I know how to judge the weight of my every word. My motivation for doing so is self-serving in nature. People, to me, are locks that require the right combination to crack. From what I can tell, she’s come to realize this too. Instead of pursuing this advantage, she shies away from it. Originally, I thought it was nothing more than people-pleasing, but it goes beyond that. She loves humanity, the same humanity I deem worthless. It’d be easier for me to understand if there was an ulterior motive. Alas, that'd be doing her a major injustice.

My initial intrigue in her was nothing more than a passing fancy. I had time to pass, and she just happened to be in the vicinity, reading a book I’m partial to. I thought I’d give her a few minutes of my time and then be on my way. Presently, however, If I believed in fate, I’d go so far as to say our paths were destined to cross. She is every part of myself that has died a slow death. Optimism, empathy, passion… they mix together to form the essence of her being. 

I didn’t intend to give her so much of my time. She became indispensable to me before I realized what was happening. In retrospect, perhaps I knew deep down that this was the type of person I’d been looking for. Someone I’d struggle between wanting to ruin or preserve. I erred toward the former at first. If I didn’t wake her from her naïve reverie, another would inevitably come down the line and do it themselves. The mere concept was unforgivable. 

As time passed, it became clear she wasn’t living in a dreamlike state, but was perfectly aware of her surroundings and the people who inhabit them. This left me at an impasse. How do you destroy someone who has already annihilated and rebuilt themselves? There are ways, yes, yet no longer did the idea appeal to me. I wanted something new from her, though the specifics alluded me. What I did know, however, was that this strange woman would touch many lives for the better. 

This was a constant torment. I’d have to go about my business, knowing full well she’s making others smile, laugh, and otherwise brightening their day elsewhere. My chest would become impossibly tight whenever I fixated on this. She holds qualities people are inevitably drawn to. She is radiance incarnate, so easy to adore. A light like that is visible far and wide.

When I pressed back against her dearly held beliefs, instead of fading, she burned ever brighter.

I know she feels it too — this invisible rope that binds us. She’ll happily talk to me for hours, even when I forgo superficial charm and express slivers of my depravity. She sees it, acknowledges it, and seeks me out all the same. I find myself talking more than I meant to when she’s around. She challenges me, interestingly enough. Her arguments often have holes and aren’t by any means polished, but she cuts to the heart of things. 

She is my personal torment. I want every inch of her for myself. Her unique mind, heart, soul… would it be enough? Could I stop there? Or would I keep going, taking more and more, until we were essentially one flesh? 

It’s by her recommendation I’m writing any of this down. She said “I am in desperate need of intensive therapy” and sent some links to her recommendations. I’m inclined to give in to her requests since she asks for so little, but that might be the one I have to refuse. I cannot recall the last time I met someone this amusing, if ever. The inner workings of her pretty little head are a mystery I long to unravel.

Displeased as I am to admit it, a day will pass when she no longer looks at me the way she does now. My true identity can’t go unknown forever, the revelation is inevitable. Still, I won’t let her go. My grip will only grow tighter. If her ire is my penance for possessing her entirely, then I’ll accept the sentence and chip away at it over time. Emotions are transient. With the right encouragement, I can guide her back to my arms, even if she considers the embrace a scourge. 

When we first met, she said something that has taken permanent residence in my mind. 

“So long as I can say I helped one person, that’s good enough for me.” 

This was always bound to be my benediction and her condemnation. 

From that moment onward, her life was mine to do with as I please. There are many far more worthy of her than I, which is why I’ll never give them the chance. I’ll deprive the world of her vibrancy. It could become engulfed in eternal darkness, and still, I’d happily refuse to give her back. Let them lament, weep, and gnash their teeth.

In my youth, I set out to be the greatest villain. Never have I been more willing to carry out the actions befitting such a lofty title. 

This is the curse of a wicked man’s love, [First] [Last]. Revisit your religion and pray fervently. For only a god could save you from the future I’ve planned for us. 

[ultrakill-confessions]

Love the idea of Minos just being goopy in his facehole, just like ink in there, fun

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[sketchingstars03]

A Squid and his Kids

Splatoon x UTMV crossover who’s this? 👀

They’re taking a little nap together! Shhh! Don’t wake them~

But yeah these are some of my interpretations of Ink and some of his fankids as Splatoon Inklings/Octolings! In swim form of course ;3

Baby inkfish are so cute aren’t they? ^w^

Now for credits!

Ink Sans belongs to @comyet ofc

Splatter (no not the combo) (pale yellow squid) is mine <3

Blueprint (blue octopus) belongs to @pepper-mint

Palette (lime squid) belongs to @lasserbatsu

Paper Jam (pink and yellow splotched octo) belongs to @7goodangel

Gradient (teal gradient octopus) belongs to @askcomboclub

Acrylic (baby Inktoling with the halo) belongs to @hexcia

and Quill (pale blue squid) belongs to @twinribbonz !

[spotaus]

So. This is. Not what I sat down to do. But here's a messy doodle of Bug and another character intensely important to his story: Canary! (Canary is basically a Swad (Ate the apple, 'evil' twin, has a rotating group of guys who find susceptible universes and convince them to worship Canary in turn for help fixing their aus. Canary *also* stumbled across Bug and tried to manipulate him. It didn't work right, task failed successfully, Bug identified Canary as a safe-space instead :] )

[spencerranch]

We all love a good theropod, but I'll always be a Tri-guy at heart. So here's triceratops, covered in quills.

[honey-nut-scooter]

“Geto was Gojo’s first and last warm spring of youth-“

Istg half of my brain mass is taken up with these tragic gays.

[bluebellowl]

5th of Inktober: Binoculars

Not my best perspective work but I don‘t got time or energy for something better today

[madou-dilou]

Lord Viren from The Dragon Prince but he wears Norrix Gorelight's outfit

"He looks like a genius who just had a spark idea he needs to write down before he loses it. Or like he is deeply grieving his wife and writes as many memories of her as he can so she doesn't die a second time"

Yeah or he just drenched his quill in coffee instead of ink

[ant1quar1an]

Flockverse Guy no.1

Feel free to ask about him- He's down to answer asks.

[Drawing says: "Quill (Dust!Ink), LV ??, Void face shifts to copy emotions.]

[iknkeli]

Aaand again, more whiteboard stuff with @/bokzbandeet

Haven't got the motivation to make a fully rendered drawing lately, idek why. :P Especially since the school holiday is upcoming, I guess I'm just lazy. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Originally, I was planning to make Collinsia's outfit lol. Just wanna try something new and kill some time while at it.

Geno belongs to CrayonQueen/Loverofpiggies

Ink belongs to Comyet/Myebi

Quill belongs to @/bokzbandeet

Stripe belongs to me

[zhalfirin]

ANBU LEGACY 1 - ANBU-Legacy

With kind permission of the authors and artist.

(Actually it's part 1.1 since I split up and re- sized Vol. 1 for more convenient transportation and reading.)

Full cloth binding with title hot stamped on the spine and UV ink decoration on the front edge.

Frontispiece by @quill-q

case materials 2,4 binders board (covers) coated book cloth, black (covering material) matte silver heat reactive foil (hot stamped title)

inner book Munken polar, 100gms (book body paper) Chiyogami paper (endpapers) button hole silk (endbands) UV ink, Blue ghost by Noodler's ink (fore edge decoration)