#but also like Ink in a way

[flowyisdead4554]

I love your Killer so much, theres something about him that makes me see hope in people. Hope in humanity as itself.

I believe Nightmare could heal if he wanted to, you already made a few comics of him and Color talking and stuff.

I sometimes wish... Life wouldn't be so complicated.

Emotions are complicated.

Its hard to let myself acknowledge emotions. To not hate them.

I am similar to Killer that way, but I think I am far more terrified of them.

I get easily attached, leading to pain when a person doesn't want to spend time with me.

I sometimes wish those emotions would go away... But in the end, when i read this, i understand that life, and emotions, are a gift in a way. Sorry for the rambling.

Thank you for the beautiful comic, it says a lot.

A little life update

Killer making a long awaited call to get somethings off his chest as another step to heal? Yes sir

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Wizard Cowboy War (Wizboys VS Cowards) continues on.

[tempo-takoyaki]

"It would be my pleasure to give you a proper tour and introduce you to everyone."

Here is my full illustration for @svsssbigbang for the fanfiction Night at Cang Qiong Museum by @adventure-waffles! An incredible Night at the Museum x Scum Villain AU! Don't hesitate to also check out the other two artists incredible pieces for this fanfiction: dustmeadowx and qiye!

And since I know that tumblr tends to destroy the quality of my illustrations, here are some close-ups under the cut:

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[returntosunder]

Ignore the fact that it’s not Christmas anymore

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they tried to rebrand as The Criminals but riz is literally the city council's treasurer and also turns out people in their late 20s don't really name their friend groups. so now they're The Intrepid Heroes

[plagueislost]

all alone in a big big house

[moth-flowers]

moth-flowers #21

[inkylegacy]

shoutout to @ichaisme for seeing just the last panel and going "oh its a The Cage parody!"

that's way funnier than what i was originally going to draw, so here's Sammy and Henry doing a little prison break

[thepiecesofcait]

Two t-shirt ads crossed my timeline in quick succession and now we all get to live with the consequences.

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[cozylittleartblog]

diversity win your spam emails are queer

[bacchuschucklefuck]

we let the ocean drown out our voices/enjoying the bitterness/in the chaotic light, I close my eyes and see

[squidd-ink]

Screenshot studies :^]

(Commission me!)

[sandeewithtwoe]

Reap what you sow

Inktobertale Day 10! Ink is on parent duty :D

(From left to right)

Gradient belongs to askcomboclub

Blueprint belongs to pepper-mint

Kiki belongs to albsart—blog

Ink belongs to comyet/ myebi

Smudge belongs to pixiewritesstuff

Paperjam belongs to 7goodangel

Palette belongs to angeutblogo

(Alt versions below the cut)

Okay so I didn’t know what “Reap what you sow” meant but in French it means “Récoltes ce que tu sèmes” so I thought that Ink having to take care of his kids would be good enough 👍

[azurem]

Inkmare but I actually believe they'd like the idea of playing into the concept of Ink as a prize™. Mainly because of how dramatic it is (they both love their theatrics) but also because it's just the way they naturalize the one truth they can't deny: at the end, they're not equals. They won't be if a truce isn't reached, at least.

Like. Of course they see each other as respectable beings and all, but their final difference in standing falls to aggression. Depending on who "wins" the final fight (either Nightmare ends up ruling the multiverse — either Ink lets Dream/the multiverse decide Nightmare's fate once he's defeated) this position either changes in favor of Nightmare's position (he'd raise in power, per say) or against it (he'd fall to imprisonment), but Ink's (if neither of them snitched on the other) remains. Nightmare's the one who has the most to win and the most to lose.

ANYWAYS its very late and my brain isnt working. I feel Nightmare would like to play into the hypothetical of his victory only. So I think he'd joke around once or twice with the idea of getting Ink as a prize once he wins cuz he's kinda a freak like that.

(also, very inkmare but they're very much. Symbols. To each other. Ink's favor is the multiverse to him — it's their help that brings him access to the whole multiverse. So it'd make sense for him that ownership of the multiverse suggests ownership of Ink themself) (also not on topic but Nightmare would be "the world" to Ink aka his connection to the characters as his companions/fellows/equals yadda yadda. So Nightmare is the "intra" for Ink while Ink is the "meta" for Nightmare. To connect to the people versus to connect to the beyond kinda thing or smth)