#theink

[novathenocturnalartist]

Ask The Ink crew!!!

today’s the day we bring this fanfiction to life with the crew members, trying to save the world and bring Boris back to life

[errinkgarbagedump]

this isnt important to anyone but me but i swear pj and omni is end game in this au even if it takes me a million fucking years

- mod garbage

[sleepyjim2]

FUCK I FORGOT THE LINE MUSIC VIDEO COMES OUT TOMORROW

[spepticle-but-everywhere]

[rosemaze-reveries]

martha's nidhogg skin is considered kinda basic atp that I almost forgot how delicious it is ?? stare at her earrings for a lil while & she'll get to your head too

[tinogiehd]

I taught myself that song on piano when I was 12 because of that screenshot

YOURE JUST LIKE MEEEEEE

[cloned-sheep97]

IM JACLIE AND IM FUKCING BAcKIE UH

[the-golden-comet]

Ohhh and there it is. Trust your gut, Pareen; Nicholas is bad news 😨

I am with Pareen’s perspective here. Money absolutely can corrupt and shatter the creative mind. We need enough to survive, but others use it like a pawn. And then, the meaning behind our art gets lost 😔

Beautiful allegory you crafted here 💛✨

Writing Share/Last Line Tag

Thank you @drchenquill , @willtheweaver and @the-golden-comet for the tag♡

I will once again select my WIP Beyond The Pages because i am obsessed with it?

Pareen stepped into the dimly lit gallery, his heart swelling with pride and excitement. His latest collection of paintings adorned the walls, each canvas a testament to months of tireless dedication and creative inspiration. The room buzzed with murmurs of admiration from the guests, their eyes drawn to Pareen's evocative artwork.

As Pareen mingled with the crowd, a distinguished figure caught his attention. A tall man with a confident demeanor and piercing eyes stood near one of his paintings, studying it with intense focus. Pareen recognized him immediately – Nicholas, the mysterious stranger he had met weeks ago.

"Nicholas," Pareen greeted him cautiously, approaching with a polite smile. "I'm glad you could make it."

Nicholas turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "Pareen," he replied smoothly, his voice low and measured. "Your work is impressive. Each piece tells a story."

Pareen felt a surge of pride at Nicholas's praise, though he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that lingered from their previous encounter. "Thank you," he said, trying to keep his tone neutral. "I'm glad you appreciate it."

Nicholas's gaze remained fixed on Pareen, a slight smile playing at his lips. "Your talent is exceptional," he continued, his voice taking on a more contemplative tone. "I've been thinking about our conversation, about the novel, The Abyss Within and our interests, what you said regarding art and its purpose."

Pareen's curiosity was piqued, though he couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. "Art is about expression, about capturing moments and emotions," he replied cautiously. "It's a way to connect with others."

Nicholas nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed. But what if art could be more than just a reflection of life? What if it could shape reality, influence hearts and minds?"

Pareen furrowed his brow, unsure of where Nicholas was going with his cryptic musings. "I'm not sure I understand."

Nicholas stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "Imagine a world where your art isn't just admired, but revered. Where every brushstroke holds the power to move mountains, to change lives."

Pareen's mind raced with uncertainty, his instincts urging him to tread carefully. "Art has its limits," he replied cautiously. "It's about interpretation, about individual perception."

Nicholas's smile widened, a glint of something darker flickering in his eyes. "Perhaps," he conceded. "But what if there's more to art than meets the eye? What if your talent is a gift, Pareen? A gift that could elevate you to new heights."

Pareen took a step back, the weight of Nicholas's words sinking in. "I appreciate your perspective," he said carefully. "But I believe in the integrity of art, in its ability to inspire and provoke thought."

Nicholas's expression hardened slightly, a veil of disappointment shadowing his features. "Of course," he replied smoothly. "I didn't mean to imply otherwise. Your vision is yours to protect, Pareen."

As Nicholas moved away, blending into the crowd, Pareen couldn't shake the lingering unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

I'll tag @finickyfelix @ascotwriting @agirlandherquill @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @paeliae-occasionally @winglesswriter and this is an open tag

[novathenocturnalartist]

Good news I’m starting a Tumblr ask thing it’s based off of my fan fiction “The Ink” so you get to ask them questions, and learn more more about the story-

[ch1-kasak0]

Real

'they both reached for the gun' but its bendy and the devil , cup is the gun

[illarian-rambling]

So, expressions can be hard to draw. Especially when the character you're drawing has two eyesockets, five inhuman headfins, and that's it. In order to get around that, I did some expressions practice for Elsind <3

Irritated might be my favorite, I love that side eye without eyes. For rage, a common changeling fight or flight response is to make yourself as big and scary as possible to deter people from messing with you, so, uh, maybe no surprise birthday parties for Elsind unless you wanna see Cthullu in miniature. Hollow is the only one taken from an actual scene (for those wondering, that hand is Thibault's), and they look very upset in drunk because Elsind has a bad history with alcohol.

But what have I learned? Well, changeling expressions are quite different from ours, obviously, but there's a few "rules" you can pick up on

Headfin tips pointed out = happy

Headfin tips pointed in = upset

Further the headfins are flared out = more energetic emotion

Pointy protrusions are mostly for anger and fear

In addition, Elsind uses their middle headfins a lot like eyebrows, however, this isn't a natural changeling inclination. Elsind has been socialized around elves their whole life, so that's where they picked it up. A changeling raised only around changelings likely wouldn't do that.

Anyways, this was really fun for me, I hope you enjoy it as well <3

@amandacanwrite @elsie-writes @riveriafalll @kosmic-kore @kaylinalexanderbooks

@bard-coded @carrotsinnovember @patternwelded-quill @somethingclevermahogony @whatwewrotepodcast

@the-angriest-author @mk-writes-stuff @frostedlemonwriter @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @watermeezer

@leahnardo-da-veggie @mr-orion @televisionjester @ray-writes-n-shit @evilgabe29

@trippingpossum @tragedycoded @halfbakedspuds @ominous-feychild @cain-e-brookman

@wyked-ao3 @thecomfywriter @mysticstarlightduck @rumeysawrites @the-golden-comet

@cowboybrunch @gioiaalbanoart @theink-stainedfolk @sableglass @thelaughingstag

@finickyfelix

[sleepyjim2]

[the-letterbox-archives]

okay, let's talk about hyrde!

hello all! so, hyrde! i've been working on it in private for a bit now, so i figure it's high time i actually introduce it!

Come forth and a hearty welcome, outcasts! Wanderers, heretics, disdained souls – nought loved by Aestelwic or it’s inhabitants, but hate does us no good. Within the walls of Aestelwic, peace comes as naturally as the air, lo, that kind breath! The outside, however, is home only to savages; monsters, beasts, and truths none are quite ready to face in all their bloodied beauty.

the basics

hyrde is a story about a small world expanded by its own history, its secrets becoming its undoing. the village of aestelwic was always made to be small, quiet and contained; tight-knit and iron-ruled. however, across the town, seeds of doubt are breaking soil. you can call hyrde a speculative horror; this is a simple historical world with traces of magic, and folk + body + psychological horror.

an important theme of this story is about the children of a society. when you have a society, you must raise the next generation of that society, or it won't continue. hyrde's children are raised thusly; obedient and kind-hearted. they don't question the world that raised them, for it's the only world they know.

but when there is a cycle of pain, secrets, and suffering, and the next generation is raised to follow that without question, the society will never change for the better. that idea is central to hyrde.

hyrde is separated into five stories about the youth of aestelwic whose paths intertwine when such a thing is called for. the amyrran saga, the wræcca saga, the fyr saga, the beorgan saga, and the seon saga. these parts are all interconnected within the whole story of hyrde.

the characters

i will put character intro posts here when they're ready. for now, have some names!

jericho

fawn

wren

ywain

jester

seren

staniša

sigrid

rayaan

mr marrow

vera

taki

the seamstress

the spinner

the weaver

the music

here is a playlist dedicated to hyrde if you want a musical feel for the story:

i am also considering making some of my own tracks relevant to certain characters or locations as well, will update when that occurs!

the progress

as for how much i've got done, a fairly good bit! hyrde is sitting strong with almost 15,000 words, but the massively purple prose does tend to make that number raise faster. the amyrran saga has the most done, about 4 chapters, and the debuts for the rest are being written!

i think that's all i have to say about hyrde! i'm very passionate about this one and really proud of how far it's gone already! with that, i bid you goodbye!

"folyn kadel ruathir faudaig taithaig kainbir."

('i leave to you uncountable fortune and excellent travelling.' => aestelwic's language)

taglist bc its been way too long since i updated with actual writing stuff:

@an-indecisive-nerd, @autism-purgatory, @cherrychiplip, @arality, @corinneglass,

@drchenquill, @gioiaalbanoart, @glassfrogforest, @hetaeraofhephestus, @honeybewrites,

@illarian-rambling, @inseasofgreen, @introchasingstars, @justsomeunmemorablewords, @kind-lion,

@leahnardo-da-veggie, @lesbianmessiah, @melpomene-grey, @millipede333, @moltenwrites,

@mysticstarlightduck, @noxxytocin, @oliolioxenfreewrites, @ominous-faechild, @paeliae-occasionally,

@pheonix358, @pluppsauthor, @rumeysawrites, @ri-toast167, @storyteller-kara,

@tc-doherty, @thecomfywriter, @thecrazyalchemist, @the-golden-comet, @thesaddersalad,

@theink-stainedfolk, @verdant-mainframe, @world-of-iridensia, @wyked-ao3

bonus snippet!

Painted stones marked the place where the lies died. Their beautiful crime was etched into the earth, plainly written with the steel tongue of a shovel. An axe lay next to it, bathed in that most terrible thing. What a terrible bloody moon above them! From whence it came? It was not of the earth below, and it was not at home in the sky above. There was no happy place for a moon like that, for it was merely a stone, void of purpose. Vapid and nothing. It would leave such a perilous mark on those children, so young and impressionable. Their impressions lay in what was beneath them, crawling at their feet.

[lyutenw]

To Kill A God// WIP Intro

Genre: Drama/ Fantasy TWs: Violence, torture, sexual themes, war, murder Rating: 20+ Tropes: strong FMC, gentle prince, found family, past lives

Synopsis: Destined to be the next High Priestess, Freya is tasked with looking into the future of the King as a divine gift for his 40th year on the throne. But when she reveals the grim future she foresees, her life falls apart as he sentences her to death.

Prince Victor, the King's one and only son, takes it upon himself to save the young priestess in an act of bravery and recklessness. Determined to keep her safe, he takes her to the forbidden forest, said to be the link between humans and Gods.

Soon, Freya realizes that the God she summons is beginning to take control of her. In an attempt to save herself and the prince, she decides to cross the lake of the Gods, where, unfortunately for her, everything she knows and believes in is challenged.

Victor and Freya find themselves in the distant past, approximately 3000 years earlier, in the middle of a bloody and cruel war between humans and Gods against Gods.

Time is running out, and Freya has to choose between what she believes in and what she must do.

A/N

TKaG is my pride and joy. The summary definitely does not do it justice and it is going to be one hell of a ride, trust me. I love this project with all my heart and cannot wait to share this heartbreaking tale with all of you!

I still don't know when I will start posting and the schedule, but as soon as I do this page will be updated!

Tag List: @mysticstarlightduck @kuebiko-writing @eridanidreams @yourpenpaldee @corinneglass @theink-stainedfolk @nacricissa

Schedule:

Chapter Master list: (coming soon)

Anyone wanting to be added to the tag list, comment or message me!

[willtheweaver]

Incorrect quote tag

Thanks for the tag @theink-stainedfolk

Follow the link here and generate some incorrect quotes for your OCs!

*chuckles* If I was doing a modern AU, I could 100% see this happening:

Fen: This date is boring!

Playa: This isn’t a date. I said I was going to the store.

Fen: Then why did you invite me?

Playa: I didn’t. I specifically said ‘Don’t come with me.’ Then you said ‘fuck you Playa, I’ll do whatever I want!’

Tagging @the-inkwell-variable @novel-nook-blog @ominous-faechild @theaistired @leahnardo-da-veggie

@thebadphilosopher @fantasy-things-and-such @bookwormclover @phoenixradiant @tildeathiwillwrite and open tag

[the-golden-comet]

How you describe the sea is so refreshing, as well as golden rays of sunlight. A beautifully artistic scene for a very artsy Pareen 💖

Writing Share/Last Line Tag

Thank you @the-golden-comet for the tag

I'll be taking a snippet from my latest WIP Beyond the Pages.

Pareen sat at his easel, the gentle hum of classical music filling the art studio at his school. The late afternoon sun cast warm, golden hues across his latest painting, a vivid portrayal of a serene forest glade. He dipped his brush into the emerald paint, carefully adding details to the foliage. Art was his sanctuary, a world where he could express his deepest thoughts and emotions.

A soft knock on the door interrupted his concentration. Pareen frowned, wiping his hands on a rag before opening the door. He was met by a tall man with an air of confidence.

"Hello," the stranger said, extending a hand. "I'm Dominic. I recently moved into the art section and noticed some of your artwork in the hallway. I must say, it's quite captivating."

Pareen smiled "Thank you. I'm Pareen. Would you like to come in?"

Dominic stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over the studio with apparent admiration. "You have a remarkable talent, Pareen. Each piece seems to tell a story."

Pareen blushed at the compliment. "Art is my way of making sense of the world. It's always been a part of who I am."

Dominic moved closer to a painting of a stormy seascape. "This one, in particular, speaks to me. The turmoil and power of the waves... it's almost as if the ocean itself is alive."

Pareen nodded, feeling a connection form. "I wanted to capture the raw energy and emotion. Sometimes, it feels like the sea mirrors our inner struggles."

As they continued to talk, Pareen felt himself warming to Dominic's insights and apparent appreciation for his art. They discussed techniques, inspirations, and the challenges of the creative process. Dominic's knowledge and passion were evident, and Pareen found himself enjoying the conversation.

"Your talent is extraordinary," Dominic said, his voice softening. "But I can't help but wonder, what drives you? What is it that fuels your creativity?"

Pareen hesitated. "I suppose it's a need to express myself, to connect with others on an emotional level."

This was to show Pareen's life before everything went down (muhahhahahahahaha)

I'll tag @finickyfelix @willtheweaver @ascotwriting @agirlandherquill @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @winglesswriter @paeliae-occasionally @drchenquill and this is an open tag