#ink being sona

[reaper-bloodmoon]

(Inky Space) Nexus Is Beautiful

[mystiffox]

— smoothie medieval au !!

hehe selfship/kinsona au takeover✨️ AND 'TIS I, SIR BLUE !! Queen Dream's most loyal knight ever !! definitely not in a secret relationship with her imeanWHAT—!!

anyway. guess who dragged me down this brainrot (spoiler its @gillanfryingpan . as usual.) please click on the images this is the only time you'll catch me drawing /r

-> Disclaimer Below (please read!)

Jester!Ink belongs to @gillanfryingpan

Knight!Blue belongs to me (@mystiffox)

i had to add that for both our sakes tbh. watch that not work for some people 🙄 but!! moving on!! have a chart of our insanity polycule LMFAO + moments before disaster struck

if you were wondering, yes: smoothie is our poly name w dream bc we wanted to keep it similar but seperate to drinkberry HA (me and night r called moonbeam instead of nightberry too hehe<3)

this au.. this au is everything to me i fear. and oh does it have some lore. we're having lots of fun. this is your only warning. winks

[hascapart]

how im feeling about the surprise ftfo update

[rat-on-string]

Yes, I Recognise The Irony.

One page comic about mourning the life I've never lived. Ink on paper. I really like working with inks!

[rangersshamecorner]

And this ladies and gents is where I really test my self confidence! :D (Click image(s) for better quality yada yada)

[inkthemandrake]

Is it really no surprise I already have chosen team stardust?

Artfight profile:

https://artfight.net/~InkTheMandrake

[moshieee]

Why don't you like drawing in pen?

[arikihalloween]

Due to my fumble with Keeper's lost asks I ended up accidentally redrawing a whole panel

So have this unused bit of Nyxie being at Keeper's domaine for a while

[renardsruses]

Worthy.

[nebuladreamz]

A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN

This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops

But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.

So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D

@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa

@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez

@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid

@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff

@cacaocheri

(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)

AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT

@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn

@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts

@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1

@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide

[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]

[starmonsterrr]

[ * Aurumverse Stars!! ]

[ * I also like to call them the Constellation! i speedran these designs throughout the weekend, and it was worth it! I think they turned out really nice! ]

[ * Dream is nicknamed Sol, Ink is nicknamed Juno, and Blueberror is nicknamed Voyager ]

[ * I especially had a fun time with the lineart and colors... yeah my artstyle is being funky ]

[ * Io (UTMV sona, thang on PFP) is also part of the team but I decided to cut it from the full picture bcs time. But it's still getting a mini-ref and perhaps will get into an alternative version of this! ]

[ * anyway YAY THIS IS DONE!! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠) ]

[reaper-bloodmoon]

(Inky Space) Ink Portal Troubles

Lake can be seen panting heavily as they run from an oni-saiyan hybrid covered in the blood of an unfortunate victim, the oni-saiyan cackling maniacally.

"Laaake~! Come back, let me just take a bite!" The oni-saiyan shouts after Lake, who's panicking as they try to make an ink portal to get away from him.

"Leave me alone, Dekura!" Lake shouts back behind them, jumping into the portal, the ink puddle sinking into the cracks in the sidewalk they had been running along.

"You can't run from me forever, Lake! Lest you forget what we had!" Dekura taunts towards where he saw Lake go, though he suddenly collapsed from how much running he had done.

"Oh well...you win this round, Lakie-poo~!" Dekura snickered before slowly floating himself up in the air then leaving the area.

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Meanwhile, Lake had been resting and trying to open up an exit in their inky, voided space that they had planted themself in. After all, they needed to pop back up at some point, even if it was as far from home as possible. At least there would be less risk of Dekura finding them.

Lake steeled their nerves as they finally managed to get an exit to appear, rising up from the puddle they had formed, taking a moment to glance at their environment. This...wasn't on Earth, or at least it wasn't any location they could reasonably recognize. Obviously it was a lab, but something about it felt...off.

"Um...hello? Is there anyone here? I...I-I need help finding out where I am!" Lake called out into the hallway space, their ears and tail lowered as they waited for anyone to answer.

They wouldn't have to wait long as tall, Moon-like animatronic rounded the corner, their piercing pinkish-red eyes glaring icy daggers into them.

"Oh...poor thing, lost, aren't you?" The moon-like animatronic bent down onto their knees to be eye level with Lake, their voice laced with mock pity and even slightly taunting towards them.

"Well my ink portal made me pop up here, and I don't....wait a damn minute." Lake finally realized where they were, flustered now to hell and back and pulling on their own hair.

"I'm in that god damn pocket dimension that Dark Sun made in the TSBS universe! How did this happen, that shouldn't be possible!! And appearing to YOU of all people! NOOOOO!!!!" Lake started ranting, becoming even more red in the face, the moon-like figure laughing their ass off at how flustered Lake was.

"Oh, so you already know who I am, hm?" The moon-like figure's wide, uncanny grin seemed to get bigger.

"I know damn well who you are, Nexus! You goddamn cheeky bastard, you!" Lake grabbed Nexus by his long sleeved, sort of fancy shirt and started shaking him like a ragdoll.

Nexus hadn't expected this amount of strength from such a short toon-like person, their eyes swirling from how hard they were getting shaken.

"Ay, ay, quit it!" Nexus growled, yoinking Lake up by the back of their jacket and holding them out in front of him at arms' length.

"Bite me!" Lake retorted, angrily gnashing their fangs at Nexus.

"Tempting, but I don't have fangs like you do, puppydog!" Nexus pulled Lake closer as he insulted Lake.

"I can make them sharper, just for you, you dollar store KC-looking ass!" Lake insulted Nexus right back, causing Nexus to lose his temper more.

"Oh you're just tempting fate now, pipsqueak!" Nexus' mouth twitched from how much anger he was feeling, tempted to rip Lake in two.

"Good, it's what ya get for adding fuel to my fire!" Lake's voice went a deeper pitch, their eyes glowing red and horns popping up on their head for a split moment.

Nexus felt...well he wasn't sure what he felt, especially at seeing those demonic features on Lake. He knew there was a sense of slight awe, demons were pretty cool, so the idea that this little 5'10" ink being was half demon was pretty appealing to him.

"Well...it was worth seeing your more demonic features." Nexus reached over and squished up Lake's face, his eyes going wide on realizing how malleable and squishy Lake's skin was.

"Oi, let go!" Lake growled and gnashed his fangs at Nexus, which only got them a wide stretching of their face in response.

"I don't think so....and I don't think I'm letting you go anytime soon." Nexus was too invested now, squashing and stretching Lake's face in their hands, only letting go to wrap his arms around Lake and pull them right up against their chest.

"Ugh, great, I've been kidnapped by an emo try-hard villain." Lake huffed sarcastically and lowered their ears, not even noticing that Nexus had started petting them for a moment.

"Keep giving me mouth and I might just kill you instead." Nexus placed his head on top of Lake's, not actually meaning it, not really.

"Ha! Would love to see you try, buddy." Lake rolled their eyes, now just accepting that Nexus wanted to keep them around.

"I will be leaving at some point though, you know." Lake continued, a deadpan look on their face.

Nexus scoffed in response, acting more cat-like as he just held onto Lake tighter, letting out growl-y purrs.

"Nevermind, I'm stuck with a giant cat." Lake sighed and decided it would be better to just wait for Nexus to get distracted or called away by something. For now they'd just deal with Nexus acting like a cat.

[flwoie]

TABLE TENNIS — KIM DONGHYUN

☆ when vandalizing your seat by writing how you’re done with love creates more vandalism by a response the next day in blue sharpie.

STARRING ≻ schoolmate! leehan x gn! reader (guest star : danielle of nwjns) GENRE ≻ romcom small angst hs au heavily inspired by that one scene from ‘para sa hopeless romantic' (PLEASE U GUYS SHOULD WATCH IT, ITS SO GOOD) CONTAINS ≻ vandalism (duh) so many timestamps and im sorry abt it WORD COUNT ≻ 682 (not proofread im sorry i gave up on using grammar checkers)

🗯️ sona's back with the weird ass titles??? dont know a slick about bnd but here i am. hope you’ll like this anon 😊

You're done with love.

This is the fourth time you've gone on a date with some weird guy. They keep getting worse every time. Your first date couldn't stop talking and not letting you say a word, followed by your second one, who didn't want to pay for his food, and your third one, well, he couldn't stop calling you insecure—when you weren't. If your friend sets you up on another one, you might as well just go for the first one.

She shows you Instagram profiles of other boys who find you interesting—from what she's heard by others. You interrupt her and slightly push her phone away from your face.

"Y/N, trust me, they're not going to be as bad as the others!" She urges.

"You said that last time. I'm done, Danielle." You clicked on the top of your pen and started jotting words down on your wooden desk.

'I'M DONE WITH LOVE!'

You pointed out your writing on the table to Danielle, making her roll her eyes.

'Wow, emo. Are you heartbroken?'

Those were the words that were written below yours in blue sharpie when you walked into class the next day. You pulled out a pen and wrote down your response next to theirs.

'Not really. Men just irritate me. Speaking of which, are you a guy?'

Danielle walks in and sits next to you, observing that you're not only writing on your table but also smiling ear to ear.

"What's got you smiling now?"

"Look," you say, tapping on the ink engraved on the table, "someone replied to my vandal." She leans in to read your messages.

"Very modern," she sarcastically remarks. "Who knows, that could be the love of your life."

"You're crazy. What 'love of my life' are you talking about? We don't even know anything about them."

She nudges your arm after she puts her notebooks on her desk. "But, Y/N, admit it. You're excited," she teases.

Leehan eagerly walks into class as it is about to start and quickly sits down in his seat to look at your response. He grins and looks around to see if any of his classmates saw him.

He waited for everyone to leave after his class ended. His friend urges him to leave with him so they'll do their project, but all he replies is that he'll follow along. As his friend left, he popped off the cap of his sharpie and replied to your message.

'Not all men, I'm different from them.'

You looked at the message and started writing your response as you waited for your teacher to start class.

"What if we skipped our next class? So we can see who's answering your messages," Danielle suggests.

"No way. We're going to be absent from our next class just because you're curious about who's answering."

"Nuh uh, it's for love."

From there, your conversations continued, with more of yours and his other friends being invested in this so-called love series.

'So you're a guy. Well, I hope you're different from them.'

'Hah! I'm a good boy :)'

'Really now?'

Danielle grabs your pen right after you finish writing, continuing your message with her writing.

'Really now? Do you have a girlfriend?'

'Nope. I don't think anyone would want to date me. What about you?'

She squeals at his response, lightly pushing you back and forth. "He's single, Y/N, he's single!" You scoff and ignore her antics.

'Me neither. My friend won't stop setting me up on dates.'

Leehan hasn't replied to your message since. He's afraid that this might be his last chance at love. He's been rejected by so many girls, all for the same reason.

He just wasn't good enough.

You thought the conversation ended there. It's been days since you last wrote that, and the ink is starting to fade. Danielle lost hope as well until the end of the week.

'Maybe she can set us up together?'

"Hurry up and ask for his name. I might know him!" she exclaims as you quickly write an answer.

'I'd love that. I'm Y/N.'

'Leehan :)'

masterlist

[rat-on-string]

You are at a Crossroads

A seven page comic about being at a crossroads.

[imtrashraccoon]

My weirdest theory is more towards your sona, but I see the lavender room's entrance being a trashcan.

Oh. You are shockingly close to something I thought of earlier this week. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

The Lavender Den is on hold at the moment as I don't have the energy to draw right now, but I had an idea for some lore that I may end up posting at some point. I'm thinking Tumble lives in a massive cardboard box (the inside of which is light purple as she made it that way with her magic notebook) that is randomly in the anti-void. This is why Error can visit! I'm also toying with the idea of her being a Creator like the ones that Ink likes to support?

[vwritesaus]

It is no secret to anyone who knows him that Alastair Carstairs is an exceptional cook. Armed with the knowledge passed down from his mother and Risa, he felt it was his duty to keep the Persian traditions alive in their family, and the only way he felt comfortable doing it was through cooking. It was his escape when the piano keys felt slimy and sticky under his fingertips, and when his thumb and index fingers slowly became more and more smudged with ink stains from the mundane newspapers. Cordelia was the taste tester every time, no matter how burnt or salty or under seasoned his food was. He could trust her to give him an honest critique—and she always did, without preamble.       ‘Dadash, did you empty the entire Dead Sea into this? My tongue is burning.’       ‘Oh, this is better than last time! Just needs more chilli, it’s a bit on the mild side.’       ‘Alastair, this is extremely chewy. It’s meant to be softer, no?’       Though he would roll his eyes and pretend to be offended by every one of his sister’s comments, Alastair was glad for it all. It was their little pocket of solidarity in an otherwise distant relationship. Alastair’s own doing, of course, but he felt it necessary at the time.       He was four years old when he first showed an interest, according to Sona. By eleven, Alastair was comfortable enough to cook a couple of simple dishes without any help. By fifteen, he was a self-proclaimed master. Yes, he made mistakes sometimes—as all good cooks do—but he knew his way around a kitchen, just as Cordelia knew her way around Cortana. Naturally it was something he kept to himself: if he had disclosed to any of the boys who bullied him at the Shadowhunter Academy that he, a male, loved and knew how to cook, and was taught how to by the women in his life, it would have given them yet another few reasons to belittle and assault him.       Being his father’s son and a boy with darker skin was already too many reasons. So Alastair kept his passion quiet, known only to his mother, his sister, and Risa. He’s sure Elias never knew, for if he had, Alastair is certain he would have put a stop to it somehow. All it took was one remark to have Alastair give up and push it down. His love for piano and singing, for instance.       But Alastair and Cordelia made it a regular occurrence to take over the kitchen and get under Risa’s feet, in her words. He cherishes those memories, where flour would coat the front of his waistcoat and parts of Cordelia’s hair, and the fragrant aroma of cinnamon, cardamom and clove would fill the entire room alongside their laughter. They were just some of the good things he held onto whilst at the Academy.       But the Academy days are no more, and Elias’s domineering presence has fizzled out through fire and ash. Alastair is free to do whatever he wants to do and be whoever he wants to be, and cooking is only a part of it.

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well well, it has been a long time, hasn't it??

but here i am, back for good hopefully!! and with a wee fic i wrote for my bestest girl @drunkonimagination for her birthday back in july ✨ it's based on one of our first interactions together before we hit the dms and the hill i will die on that is alastair carstairs is great at cooking but a terrible baker. only just got around it posting it jkahdjasd. hope you all enjoy it, and i'll be back with some more fics soon!!

also pls ignore the title, it's the best thing i could come up with :')

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tagging people who might be interested: @edwinspaynes @purplebass @angeldaisies @faithfromanewperspective @tessherongraystairs @celias

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