#ha. anywayss. ta!

[boar-sjn]

eidolon.

[theinkymystery]

Hello to the Author and Editor of Inky Mysteryy!!! I've really liked your work and i consider it as special since it really influenced me(or im just easy to influence) and everything about it UGHHHHHHHHH ITS SSOOOOOOOOOO GREAAAAATTTT anywayss, Inky Mystery made me do lots of fanarts, A WHOLE BUNCH. I mostly posted them in my acc (new to tumblr anyways) and their descriptions too. Here's some of my fanarts:

(sorry for the fold Hehe)

Play the Exit Song (ik its messy XD)

Anyways, the Not-cup character doesn't exist, i just misinterpreted him as an actual one, which i know isnt canon but i did it anyway XD

Double Trouble version 2(version 1 is unfinished tho and is digital, i got lazy to finish it so HAHAHA v1 features only Mayhem and Holly, while this one adds Cuphead nd Not-Cup)

The Slap scene after the Gala (still disappointed to Cup for his actions, great writing btw, it really made me feel the characters, specially Holly my fav)

Letter-less version

The Marvelous Mayhem (she's one of the most mysterious character if ya asked me, i also liked her bcoz of this and i often doodle her)

Lukahd, infamously known as The Lady of Despair (anime style)

Angel-Demon War but only shows Ventis and Lukahd

(srry that its landscape)

And tthis is how i imagine Metatron would look like( i purposely didn't put his halo bcoz it was takenby the Guardian Angels at some point, right?)

Welp, thats my favorites!(sorry for the bad lighting and blurry cam tho) Hope ya like it. You really have great writing skills and im curious about the timeline of when the parts were distributed and hidden by the micco, angels and dishes. Tho, don't answer this one if it needs ta give us spoilers. Also Mayhem's origin, how the Night terror has been now and about what Cuphead felt after he hurt Holly's feelings. (curious for the latter). For the tear tho that a certain cat god fixed, was it like a tear in a paper? Since they live in a 1930s cartoon style right? So it may be comparable to a torn paper with a tape XD. I really like Holly and i was new to the Colly ship when u broke my heart. I was rlly disappointed with Cup's actions, and it was all bcoz of your great writing! I hope they can get the last part and find the Ink Machine on time, I rlly miss their old selves, where they were still happy. I just wanna how u these fanarts of mine, icant rest easily knowing that my favorite author wont see my fanarts(and how much i dedicate to it and love the fanfic novel)

Anyways, that's all i wanna say XD (too many, troublesome me) you have great writing, i love ur work and prolly i wont stop at making fanarts of it XDD

These are BEAUTIFUL arts! Thanks so much for sharing them!

Yup! The tear was sort of like a tear in a piece of paper. :)

[novemberfyshenuke]

Lily of the Valley (CrimsonFang-Trigun)

Pretransition! Elendira Crimsonail/ Livio DoubleFang

FiloHighschool AU

I've been so busy with projects for my school, I've barely touched my interests these past months...anywayss

Applause and chanting echo across the gym as the game continues to rage on. The White Fangs had scored another point against their opponents. Despite this, the opposition did not shy away from their gap as their fans roared back to cheer for the Hydra.

It goes quiet as the server clutches the ball in his hands. Tension builds up as his frame steps closer to the service line, his eyes glancing over to his team. It was now or never. Livio frowns, exhaling through his mouth as he gave his all. With his heavy hand, he delivers an exceptional serve landing straight into the opposition’s court. It barely gave them time to think, and he smiles as they were given the point.

He lands a high five with a teammate, briefly exchanging notes before moving into position. The city meet was fairing better than first expected and the team had moved up to the next game in a breeze. They were playing in the official city arena now! It was a nervous achievement, lining the entire covered gym with an audience who cheered at each move they made.

Livio wasn’t big on crows for sure, but Razlo had a swelling pride as he yells out praise for the play. Sweat trickles down Livio’s nose, his heart pounding in his chest as his eyes sweep the crowd. Then he saw it.

A group of children crowded an area far to his right of the stadium, pushing and shoving as they argue. They held up a banner between then, something that stretched and folded as they squeeze in the jam-packed seats. Nicholas has also made an appearance, nagging the kids in ‘Ta Melanie’s stead.

‘FIGHT ON, LIB2X’

Livio grins, energy filling him as he sends a friendly wave their way. The sisters and Nicholas must have told the whole barangay by now. It’s a little embarrassing for him, but their earnest efforts fire him up even more.

“Oh, he’s here again.” His teammate hums, flicking away a strand of hair in his eyes.

Livio’s gaze shifts to the side, and there standing along the railing, was a young man in a pristine white uniform. Livio recognizes the fuzzy black headband along his head, and the slender figure leans on the balustrade when he comes to find Livio’s eyes on him.

His lips move and a quiet cheer leaves his smile, “Go win, Lib-lib.”

Livio’s face goes hot at the small gesture, but he shakes it off. He can’t have his legs shaking below him now. He drags his focus to his legs, glaring softly at them to harden.

“Livio, uy!” his teammate exclaims a moment too late to catch his attention. A ball was sent flying over the net, hitting him squarely on the nose. Oh dear, what has gotten into him? His eyes try to focus as a steady warmth spread slowly from his face.

Frustration was something he couldn’t fight at the moment. Under his coach’s strict orders, he had been sent back to campus to recuperate and was left out of the game. He was confident in his team’s ability, but it still caused bitter feelings knowing he wasn’t there to see it. A bloody nose was an easy fix, and there was really no need for such extremities.

He leans back on the bed, listening to the sound of the afternoon wind sweep in from the window sill. If he focused hard enough, he could hear the cheering coming from the city center. And when he closed his eyes, he could imagine how wonderful it truly was.

“Way to go on that receive.” Livio turns to just as he saunters in and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. He smirks, a teasingly sly look. “Too bad it landed you in the infirmary rather than the championships.”

“Jun, I still haven’t recovered from the blow so mercy, please.” Livio grumbles causing a pass of laughter between the two. Jun reaches to examine him, frowning with mild annoyance.

Livio doesn’t shy away, moving his head just a bit closer to the affectionate touch. “Barely even left a mark. You can look as much as you want.”

Jun sighs, “You seriously need to have more self-preservation. You’ll end up in the hospital before Tita Mels does.”

Livio remains quietly observing him. The gentle flutter of those long, beautiful lashes. The bored frown that hid away concern and fondness. The ethanol in the infirmary mixed in with that sweet, cherry scent Jun always wore. Livio took it all in, reveling in it.

He can’t remember when they became ‘close’. High school was hectic, and there was an unpredictability that made it almost impossible to navigate. All he really knew was that, it started with stupid teasing. Oh, but it’s so much more than that now.

“Did the concussion finally knock you into crazy town?” Jun brings him back from his ruminating. He coughs into his fist, scratching his head in a sheepish attempt of pretending he wasn’t turning red. As always, Jun regarded it as a little habit. An odd habit Livio had at random.

He’ll never admit it to himself, but it was often endearing. Jun rolls his eyes, tossing a plastic of goods he bought from the cafeteria. “Don’t be so bummed out, you loser. The White Fangs won’t lose just because you’re off the team.”

Livio’s eyes softened, and he felt his worry melt at the sight. “I’m good. I promise! I was just thinking about the team being out of focused cus’a me.”

“That’ll never happen with your ace around.” Jun snorts, crossing his arms haughtily. He props himself with queen-like poise, a confidence that blinds Livio’s already rose-colored glasses. He grasps the packet of snacks he pulled from the bag. They were those short sausage puffs that were all stale and oddly tough, but he still felt giddy as he bit into the processed cheese powder.

Jun grabs one as well, face souring at the odd texture. “How can you look happy eating those? My gums feel like their bleeding after one bite.”

Livio shrugs, continuing to grin to himself as he chews the mush.

“Just ‘cause.”

“I really don’t understand you.”

[turtlemagnum]

anywayss a lot of shit happened during that rant. ken got shot with arrows. which, y'know. i think it was literally the second episode where it was established that he can just catch those things out of the air like a goddamn ninja, but sure, it's not like him getting shot is gonna have any real consequences. also, remember that time he got shot with fucking cannons and was able to survive because, and i fucking quote: "Hokuto Shinken allows you to turn your skin as hard as iron!", end fucking quote. but sure, arrows pierce his skin, the man who can kick a wrecking ball so hard that it shatters like glass is having a bit of trouble lifting a 600 pound dude out of a quicksand pit, whatever. i'm fucking tired.

anyways that brings me to this guy. he attacked ken with cloths. not clothes. cloths, like these scarf things that just wrapped around him, in what almost assuredly awoke the bondage kink of countless of the impressionable kids that watched this show back in the day, much like that one mind control episode with the hot lady probably did for mind control kinks. i'm not saying it was intentional, but i'd be willing to bet my left nut that both of those statements are true for at least one kid living in 1980s japan, who probably has to work a job and pay taxes now, as an adult, 40 years later. and i'm left nut dominant, so you know i mean that with vigor. anyways yeah sure ken's struggling to breathe thru these glorified scarves and he cant move and all that, real fuckin convincing, im sure that'll last more than the commercial break. the archive i'm watching this thru doesn't have the commercials so every now and again in the middle of thick action ken just goes "A-TA!!!!" and does a little kick in the middle of the screen for ostensibly no reason given the lack of the aforementioned commercials. it can be really pace breaking at times, and it's happened more than once that it happens right in the middle of a fight so i think it's just ken going A-TAA! normally because this show has a really unclear editing style at times and just sorta cuts whenever the producer felt like that day. anyways, what i'm trying to get at , is, ,,

this guy. how do you think this guy got that idea, got someone to make it, and presumably managed to get it to work well enough that he thinks it's a good idea to use this instead of like, y'know, stabbing dudes normally with a knife or a sword or a spear. this show's actually pretty good at times showing off how spears would probably be the standard weapon for normal people that don't have guns or the Superpowers of Aikido Jesus on their side, like if you look at it from both a historical and a practical perspective there's a reason why spears were pretty much always the go-to for an Actual Fighting Weapon before guns were widespread. native americans were smart enough that they never even developed swords in the first place, because they kinda suck for actual fighting or hunting relative to the trusty and reliable spear, anyways i'm getting sidetracked, what waas i talking about?

right, ok,, oso, the thing with this chestpiece thing is that it folds out like some kinda fucked up reverse juesus that the thousand blades poke out of instead of into, a bit like a switchblade but backwards-like

(Scribe's Note: I have no idea what the FUCK he meant by "a bit like a switchblade but backwards-like" (sic), my life is fleeting and I'm stuck here transcribing this muck. My hand is cramping up and my flowers are wilting because I haven't been able to water them because they're making me write this blasphemous, wretched cultch so I can "Become a real scholar, like your father!" Which is a frankly grievous misunderstanding of what I wanted out of life, but it's not like I have any other career options after they gelded me... Anyways, fuck this guy and fuck these archaic 1000s era children's divertimenti. I pray to any god that will listen that I finish transcribing this hazardous recrement quickly and furthermore that my "Superiors" do not read the margins I write these lamentations in.)

what was that guy on about. anyways, why did this guy think this was a good idea? did he try it out on someone? how did he not accidentally auto-castration himself with the wretched mechanism? the knives seemed to be pointed inward and they dont seem to fold in, what's going on with that. this guy just tried to kill 2 children with a quicksand pit. why does he have such a love for elaborate and inefficient means of murdelizing those whom he wishes harm be enacted upon? how has he survived this long into the apocalypse? has he only killed children so far? because i feel like even a kid might be able to put up a fight against mr knife dick over there. can you tell it's been a while since i slept? to break kayfabe for a moment, this is an exaggerated version of myself that i'm portraying a bit, but this whole thing just spewed out of me like a creative 10 gauge buckshot. what.