#oc: ink

[drill-teeth-art]

INK! Lord of Decay.

[worldruins]

A little left over

[dark-roasted-kestel]

What a fate

[mugzymiik]

touch my son and ill tear out your spine and whip you with it

[neoncityrain]

chronic pain taking me out of commission today on top of everything else so ill just start posting old art. heres some mouse-art quill

[semi-good-artist]

Beachcombing is wonderful, especially since the tide will return anything that he received on the shore. Sometimes even the lifes he was given by the sailors.

a more moody piece including my character Ink, their guitar and their patron. They're kinda out of character in this one, but to their credit, they just drowned, so...

Faces are hard and shout out to Nathan Drawfee for giving me an idea how to draw rain

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

In the woods somewhere

[gorjee-art]

couple banners for horses <3

[zuccnini]

[OC] 2x2 Mini Painting: Picnic infiltration

[grendel-menz]

scanning my old commute sketchbook

[beidak-art]

koscheing around

[drill-teeth-art]

I noticed some interest in Ink! So here's some more about him!

He's from an old story I used to write in my free time, and he's the eldest of the Six Devil Brothers and The Lord of Decay. He oversees the death of all things, keeping extensive records of when and how everything and everyone comes to its end. Fungi and a large, shadowy vulture seem to follow him wherever he goes, and mushrooms often sprout at his feet if he stands in one spot long enough. Legend says that those more in tune with magic can see the shadow of his large spindly form in place of the usual shadows of those who may be about to die. And there's a tale of a hero who saved the people of her town from a horrible tornado because she saw all the townfolks' shadows stretched out like stickbugs and convinced them to flee the town before the storm. Unlike the folk hero and her town however, most mortals fear and loathe him, upset by him being the representation of their own inevitable deaths. His devil siblings mostly find his rhyming and perpetual melancholy to be frustrating and annoying, preferring to steer clear of him and tend to their own immortal duties. Except for his bother Visper who enjoys his company and emotional nature. Visper says about his brother Ink "You know, if everyone hated me and only ever summoned me to yell about how unfair it is that death exists and demand that I bring their loved ones back. And I had no power to undo death or get rid of it. I would be kind of mopey too."

[worldruins]

This here is me homunculus.

“Ink”, with an inspector eye for a head and overgrown neural matter for limbs, is a collapsed structure’s attempt at recreating a destroyed puppet when an outside actor frankensteins its systems back to life. Also Uncast Shadows is there but we already know his deal.

Ink is.. dubiously canon to my ocs, but fun to think about nonetheless. They are stubborn and aloof, and somewhat childish. They default heavily to protocol and what a newly-built iterator is supposed to be like, unable to properly fulfill their purposing or fill the void left by Ink Stained Psalms after her destruction. They are pretty accepting of their situation, and not particularly bothered by their predecessor’s death, unlike their neighbors.

Ink exists because of roleplay shenanigans with @/sp1resong’s Howling Paradise, so shoutout!!

[dark-roasted-kestel]

White baby fam posting

And, actual screenshot of them

[colinarcartperson]

I was doodling my next ideas for dolls to make, and I couldn’t get this image out of my head! I will probably make her a doll eventually Heheh

[neoncityrain]

new post ink tells quill to die comp