#no art but still

[inkynightmaresau]

//STORY ARCHIVE//

//all of the old stuff (excluding standalone art pieces and fanart</3) in order!!//

Chapter 1

Welcome to the blog!

Thoughts on Henry?

Nice outfit! 1 2

Alice joins the party!

Bath time Boris

Pets for Boris

Hugs for Bendy

Tricks // 1  2  3

Wife Posting??

Movie Night Tradgedy// 1 2

Baby Bendy Troubles

Cat-Like

Anon 14!

How'd he get a wife?

Cool

Scrapped

..what

Cali hug

Chapter 2

Traitors

Research

Gun Saftey

Eyes

Apocolypse Scenario

Double Hug Attack

Counterargument

Father & Son

Choco Addict

Dragged In

Pizza?

Outfit swap!

Henry Rocks It(im so sorry)

Good Parenting

No Choice

Wait, what did Joey do?

Pancakes!// 1 2

Do you see color?

Catboy....

WHY HE NAKEY

Alice as Jessica Rabbit

Expressions

Elongate?

Chapter 3

Childhood Hero

Why is Henry’s eye dripping?

//Wake up!// 1  2  3  4

Friends?

Who is he?

What happened? 

He’s gone! 1   2  3

(out of story things in green, feel free to skip!)

Overprotective?(no art :[ )

BREACHED CONTAINMENT

GET BACK HERE

ele hug!

henry hug!!

MAKE IT CANON (no🥰)

Bendy party! (the 2nd one is linked in the post!)

(anyways...)

Liar prologue

//Liar.// 1   2  3  4

(ink demonth![sort of weaved into the story?] 1 2 )

Remember

Alone

Chapter 4

Listen

Search prologue

Joey's past?

//Search.// 1  (STOP HERE I PROMISE IT'LL MAKE SENSE)

You have questions, you always do.

//Search(cont.)// 2  3  4   5   6  7

Soup

Tea

Golden Ink

Sammy's fine// 1 2

Weird Dream// 1 2 3 4

Where's Henry?

100 followers

Dont eat Dirt

Took my Cheese

6th Anniversary

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Happy Birthday Sammy

I WOULD INCLUDE THE ANNOUNCEMENTS BUT I REACHED THE LINK LIMIT BAHAHAHHAAA

[snakesinsocks2005]

Pin for survivors

[churroach]

Looking respectfully

[opt1gan]

:)

[batri-jopa]

world_of_engineering_75 on Instagram

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

Very much inspired by that Valentine Pin-Up Alastor merch where the only significant change is him having his bow-tie unclipped.

Anyway, happy valentine day sike, it's Aro week and we are begrudgingly going on dates to help our friends with their heist. Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (end)

[saelrum]

"Was I sweet once?"

[koddlet]

personal rules for winter ❄

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[kociamieta]

shapeshifting attempts

[inkynightmaresau]

So, you know how you did a Bendy AU fan art? Well, I want to do that. And, I gotta question. What's your Bendys hight? It would help me in my fan art for size comparison to the others. (It will be posted on my other blog). It just seemed really cool!

(And if you are uncomfortable answering this, you don't have to.)

//I hope that it goes well! Bendy is about 4'11 in this universe. Thank you for asking and letting me be a part of this!

I'm excited to see the final result! -Mun//

[lokh]

DO YOU SEE MY VISION... DO YOU SEE WHAT THEY COULD BECOME

[everchased]

hahahahaaaa get safe and cared for, idiot

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[beebfreeb]

Louisiana Meshi!!!! Thistle will be at the crawfish boil.