#inkcrowned

[missazura]

this is it simultaenously the Best and Worst drawing i’ve ever Drew

@inkcrowned, @drewgod

[pathesis]

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄 ;)

[crookedhalc]

Uhh!!! Shippy headcanons with Sov !!!!

“3 Shippy Headcanons, starring @inkcrownedᵎ

1. When Sov touched Alice for the first time years ago, resulting in a failed attempt to pull her back into the ink “fishbowl”, it left the fallen angel more emotionally scarred & distraught than she allowed herself to physically express. When she was first reborn as the toon hybrid we all know and love, memories were hazy & the cluster of fused minds that was her own made existing peacefully trying for a while. But she had him; Sov carried a warmth with him, despite his frightening exterior, and a soothing familiarity of past memories Alice had trouble recalling. So when he seemingly turned on her, Alice–and the lost young woman within her–finally felt truly alone in the new hell they resided in.

2. Other than her beauty, there is only one other thing Alice secretly cherishes anymore: Sov’s ink roses. Despite acting as if she can’t stand the gifts and making sure the demon doesn’t spot her snatching them possessively up each year, she keeps them safely tucked away under a floorboard in her haven within a pot she found around the studio. The roses are a reminder that someone cares. Someone remembers. That she still means something to at least one being. And there’s something about the roses that tug the sentiment strings of her ink-clotted heart. Damn them.

3. Every attempt made to create the perfect Bendy resulted in very different forms of the demon to be born; to which Susie--and eventually Alice--have formed different bonds with each. Alice is very tsundere around Sov. Although she knows perfectly well that the beast can take care of himself, there is a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that screams to protect him. The angel often tries to smother out this unwanted concern with calling the demon a fool, stupid, a pain, etc but she tends to worry about him on occasion and--if not seen for a while--his presence is missed. She has no idea why, hates it, and that is why she is often huffy towards him.

[homuncolossus-a]

“Classy, aren’t you? Not much details sticks to you, though. Who are you? Are where are your colors?”

@inkcrowned

[drewgod]

@inkcrowned​ || ✎’d

“ Easy, easy -- It’s just ol’ Joey, sport. ”

[inkgrin]

@inkcrowned    “What d’ya think of the party Dime?”

He knew it was his younger brother’s first Christmas party. He wasn’t even sure if Dime had ever seen so many people gathered before, let alone all the lights, tinsel and decorations-! While he’d been talked to by almost everyone in the studio, he knew his little brother wasn’t going to get as much attention, being as he wasn’t THE Bendy. Still, he wanted to make sure he was having fun too!

“ I think ‘Drew kinna overdid it.. Don’t ya? ”

[jceydrew]

@inkcrowned

No wonder he left

henry complains abt unfair treatment and joey reasons, ‘at least he has a desk’

[devilishcasino-blog]

inkcrowned replied to your post: //me, leaning to whisper into your ear: make...

But dad… I don’t need more blogs

YOU’LL MAKE ANOTHER BLOG AND YOU’LL LIKE IT. YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE THIS TABLE UNTIL YOU HAVE.

[inkrotten]

‘ THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU! ’

Apparently the Savior is upset with him-!

“ I - Is there something you need, My Lord ? Or is there a reason for such an outburst ? ” 

[pathofthedemon]

[ Dime ] Let's build a fort to keep the bad words out!

It’s pretty easy to tell he’s getting VISIBLY stressed out by this whole ‘ swearing ‘ thing but ------ Dime’s presence fixes that easily.

    ✒ .。.:*・°⛧ ——‘ gee, that’s a great idea, Dime ! I’d love to ! ‘ 

@inkcrowned

[missazura]

Don't you want to play H̲̗̺̩̞̪͊͒I̺ͦ̇̚D̙̙̾̓̚E̙̟̱̲̠ ͍̤̫̻͒̌̊̎̋̓͑ ̮̠͚ͯ AND ͫ̒ͩͭ͑̎̚ ̺̘̻̟̊̌̉̈́ͨ̚ ͙̩͙̼͖̠̹̐̋́̆ͧ ̲͖̳̮S̤̗̣̲̥̾̇ͅE̹̖͇̰̭E̞͉̍ͪ̆̈́̓ͬK͖͕ͣ̇̓̈ with me, Azura?

NO THANKS I’M GOOD.

[pathesis]

@inkcrowned

[missazura]

HIM A BIG CAT

🎄 azura with sov (eye emoji)

This is what you wanted right @snackiies ? 

[crookedhalc]

💋 " ...... . . ... H....... Pl...e... " He couldn't even make out words... How ? How was this BEAST brought to his KNEES by this irresistible vixen.. ?

“Sinday || Kiss My Muse!” starring @inkcrowned ᵎ

                      Squish, yelp, squish. 

All of them–all of those revolting inklings surrounding her were knocked down suddenly, retreating into the crevices of the floorboards not a second after his shadow had hovered her curled up figure on the floor. Only when all was silent, save for the DEMON’S sickening breathing, did Alice dare to come out of her retracted state and peer around her. They were all done. Every single one.

Dual voices–no, beings fought within her mind. They clashed, dueling for the right to cast judgement on the monster hovering over her, as if looming… The space between both consciousnesses was growing thin. Claustrophobic. Why had he saved her? Last time she had checked, he had wanted to drag her back into the darkness? Albeit, that was very long ago, but. Hadn’t things remained the same? So…why?

    HE’S FOOLING YOU. DON’T LET HIM TOUCH YOU, RUN!

                    No, look at him. Don’t hurt him–please don’t hurt him again!

Dirtied hands press against the ink-splattered planks beneath her as the fallen angel pushed herself back up to stand. Slow, cautious. One translucent optic never left him–better safe than sorry, right? And every one of her movements was one of skepticism. He let her stand. He wasn’t even attempting to move towards her. Huh.

Once upright, Alice found herself but a few feet in front of the lanky imp. This had to be the closest they have gotten to another in years–decades! Brows pinched together and sporting an expression that could be classified as nothing other than suspicion, she looked the demon over. The longer she did; however, the smoother her jagged edges became. Had he just genuinely protected her? No.. There was no way. There was no reason!

                                               Was there…? – &then he spoke.

She couldn’t make it out audibly; it had sounded like a broken stutter that was bobbing up and down in a sea of ink like some buoy.. But–what was this? She could almost feel–sense–what those noises had meant. What he was trying to say. He had been worried? He–…cared?? The anger, bitter and dominant side to her countered with protests to guard herself & future. But the other… The pure, soft, untainted soul that was buried deep stubbornly pushed through. He meant it… He really did. The angel’s expression softened enough, torn and stained lips muttering a–                                  “ …Thank you.. “As her vision rose to gaze up into where his eyes would be, Alice tilted her head in…examination? Observation? Perhaps….consideration? Thank him, the angel echoed in her head, He’s always been here, remember? Remember all of those adventures so very long ago? You were so close.. It…soothed her and, in turn, allowed something to emerge that hadn’t in years: a twinge of trust. 

Taking a step or so closer, instinct took control and something beneath that disfigured shell of hers wished to move closer, yearned to rise on her toes, ache to reach upward so fingertips could brush his dripping face, and desired to place the softest of kisses to the corner of his Cheshire grin. And so she did.

[drewgod]

@inkcrowned || ink the halls!

While Dime had admittedly not been his favorite of his countless creations (There was always a taste of disdain for those who had been off model. Anything imperfect simply wouldn’t do around here), the cards fate had dealt him with this Secret Santa had been one he couldn’t avoid. Surely he could have tossed the name back in and switched it up, but Joey had an idea. He was a man full of them, after all. As soon as his eyes had spotted the festively dressed toon (Something he noted as appropriate; It had at least been good to see those in the spirit of things), a smile curled on his lips, hands in his pockets.

“ Hey there, sport. Could you come with me for a moment? ”

[inkgrin]

Where does Mista Drew think he’s takin’ Dime?