#ink month 2023

[merimerz]

day 10: storm

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2023 Day 31

Blanket

“He’s so mean.” Anti huffed, plopping his head down on Phantom’s lap. Phantom only giggled at his friend’s pout and ran a hand through his hair. 

“I know, honey, I know.” Phantom had been sitting on the couch, thinking about getting himself a blanket, when Anti had come in and was now being the blanket he had wanted. 

“He said he has work to do as if he doesn’t always have work.” Anti continued complaining, arms crossed and leaning his head into Phantom’s touch. 

“Well, this is when you teach him a lesson and don’t give him attention right away when he asks for it,” Phantom suggested. 

“Oh! That’s a perfect idea.” Anti giggled, eyes darkening with an evil glint. 

“I can have some good ones every now and again.” Phantom chuckled. “And I bet he’s going to come in any moment and-” 

“Anti?” Dark asked as he entered the room, raising a brow at the sight he saw on the couch. “I’m done. Did you still want to…” He let his voice trail off, not wanting Phantom to hear him say the word cuddle. 

“I’m good.” Anti rolled himself over to hide his face toward Phantom’s stomach. 

“You’re good? But you were just-”

“All good. You can cuddle yourself.” 

“You can cuddle yourself!” Phantom echoed Anti’s comment with a loud laugh.

“I just needed a few minutes to finish. I’m free now.” Dark ignored Phantom’s laughter. 

“I’m busy.” Anti waved a blind hand toward Dark. 

“Busy?” Dark got the word out, and then Phantom was laughing once more

“Busy!” Phantom was enjoying this show more than he probably should. 

“Would you stop that?” Dark snapped. 

“No~” Phantom sang with a giggle. 

“I’m not dealing with this.” Dark ended the game by scooping Anti off of Phantom’s lap. 

“You are so needy,” Anti said in a teasing tone. He didn’t even bother pretending to protest as he got carried away. 

“Well, shit, there goes my blanket.” Phantom clicked his tongue. There was a pause as he hummed to himself before he perked up with an idea. “Oh, Jackie~” He sang, bouncing off the couch and heading to search for his new blanket. 

[glassiskies]

in which aziraphale reverts to old habits, crowley is outraged, and they still do not talk about it

[superfallingstars]

a snapetober i never finished/posted… for “maze”

[schuylerpeck]

15/30: write a poem from the perspective of a ghost.

schuylerpeck / instagram: hiitssky

[27paperlilies]

September goals

-Break the cycle of my demons

-Visit a therapist

-Stop reverting to old damaging default settings.

-Buy some furniture

[florissaurus]

DAY 1 OF CRINKTOBER!!!

(Inktober × Cringetober crossover)

this is from yesterday lawl. prompts:

[chasmbreach]

well did you?

[starseers-garden]

Happy Disability Pride Month!

Doodles on the left and Galactic Nova (@art-and-a-half) on the right.

[mimithealpaca]

DAILY PRIDE MONTH DOODLES #2 - cute aggression

it's one of the most popular bkdk tropes and look, sometimes i am distressingly mainstream. so here you go

[multiocular-mushroom]

a clown among clowns

[merimerz]

day 6: books!

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2023 Day 8

Pumpkin

CW: Anti does discuss when he slit his own throat. Nothing too graphic, but adding a warning to be safe

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Dark washed his hands in the sink, getting the rest of the pumpkin residue off his skin before grabbing a towel and drying them off. He’d clean and cook the pumpkin seeds after he finished carving the pumpkin. 

“How is it coming along?” Dark asked, going to the table where Anti was drawing on the pumpkin with a Sharpie. He had the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips as he worked on the final line. 

“And done.” Anti turned the pumpkin around and showed the face he’d drawn out. 

“Terrifying.” Dark chuckled, picking up the large knife as Anti sat the pumpkin in front of him. 

“Wait until I get the blood involved. Then it’ll look scary as fuck.” Anti giggled. 

“Please tell me you’re using fake blood.” Dark glanced his eyes over to Anti before putting his full focus on the pumpkin, pushing the knife into its ‘eye’. 

“Chase would give me hell if…I didn’t…” Anti’s voice trailed off, silently watching Dark work on the carving. 

“You okay?” Dark popped out the triangle-shaped eye. 

“I…huh…” Anti started at the pumpkin. “I didn’t think I’d ever really think of that again.”

“Think of what?” Dark lowered the knife, getting concerned about the look in Anti’s eyes. 

“The day I got a body.” 

“Maybe we should do something else. We can work on the seeds or just go out for a walk or-”

“Have you been through that before?” Anti ignored Dark’s suggestions, seeming to be off in his own world. “Slitting your own throat?” 

“Not that specifically. Let’s go do something else.” Dark placed the knife on the other side of the table, keeping it out of Anti’s reach. 

“It’s a strange feeling. It hurts at first. Piercing the skin always does, but then everything gets warm and wet.” Anti traced his fingers across his neck. 

“Anti, darling, can you sit down for me?” Dark placed a gentle hand on Anti’s shoulder.

“Huh? Oh…sure.” Anti let Dark guide him to turn and sit on a kitchen chair. 

“Stay right here.” Dark stepped away long enough to fill a cup with some water before returning and handing it to Anti, crouching in front of him so he could see his face better. 

“Why do I have this?” Anti asked, looking down at the cup in his hand. 

“Drink it, trust me, it’ll help.” Dark’s voice was soft and tender.

“Alright.” Anti shrugged and took a sip. He paused and then downed the rest of the water. 

“Are you still with me?” Dark asked, taking the empty cup and setting it aside. 

“Did I leave?” Anti asked back, looking genuinely confused. 

“A little.” Dark placed a hand on Anti’s face, rubbing his cheek with his thumb. 

“What the fuck was that about?”

“We’ll talk about it later. You’re going to need some rest.” 

“Why am I so tired?” Anti tried to fight it off, but he couldn’t stop from leaning against Dark’s hand, eyes heavy and having to blink hard in hopes of not keeping them closed. 

“It happens. Moments like that take a lot out of you.” Dark straightened back up. 

“I hate it,” Anti grumbled as Dark lifted him to his feet and then lifted him in his arms fully. 

“We all do.” Dark felt Anti wrap his arms and legs around him. 

“Being held feels nice.” Anti tucked his face into the crook of Dark’s neck. 

“That’s good to hear.” Dark carried Anti to the bedroom and laid him out of the bed, getting their shoes off before laying down with him. 

“Don’t leave again.” Anti curled up against Dark’s chest, holding his shirt with both hands. 

“I won’t. I’ll stay right here while you sleep, I promise.” Dark rubbed Anti’s back. 

“Stay,” Anti mumbled, trying to press as much of his body against Dark as he could, seeking more of the comfort having another person was bringing him.

“I will,” Dark whispered and softly started humming, feeling that Anti slowly relaxed more and more as time went on. “It’s okay, Anti.” He said out loud when he knew Anti was asleep and couldn’t hear him. “I understand.” 

[xiphosuras]

Roho the okapi, artfight revenge for @mothericecloud :)

[schuylerpeck]

16/30: after jeremy radin’s “sad,” write the forms sadness (or another emotion) takes

schuylerpeck / instagram: hiitssky

[susanthebee]

My Inktober, Day 2! 10.02.23

Prompt: Ghost

I never actually realized there is an "official" inktober list every year! Whoops. But this being my first one, I just picked a random list with basic Halloween prompts that I liked.

(I've been doing digital art recently and I legit tried to pinch zoom on those small details. It was actually ridiculous how many times it happened lol)