#Inky Tales

[cherryyycosmos]

Small meme doodles today ｡•‿•｡

(Drawing Bon was a full rendering process o_o)

[ink-for-dinner]

Hello Trollhunters fandom *throws these at your face*

[djevelbl]

I already read it bc I was NOT waiting a whole ass hour just to live post 3 times about it--

Anyway OH MY GOD IT WAS SO GOOD??? I FUCKING MISSED THEM BEING BESTIES I CAN'T it was genuinely so great! Fun and relatively lighthearted, I am mildly curious as to why Tap & Mercowe were softly probing porcelain man to see if he'd spill the Devil-related secrets or not👀👀 y'know, with Holly always (unknowingly) asking him ALL the right things to get him to spill like. It feels a lil too intentional of a conversation turn for Tap & Mercowe to NOT have actually meant to probe him for that — I mean, the way it was written feels... Emphasizing, at the very least.

Also the kneeling??? Theater kid much????? /lh

[its-in-the-experiment-babitim]

[inky-quilled-dragon]

So genshin made me fucking cry AGAIN. Why does this keep happening I have never cried at a video game before but this nightmare game has done it THREE TIMES???

Look i’m just so so proud of my poor little meow meow wet cat stepson ok??? I have way too many thoughts and all of them can be summed up as HOLY SHIT NOW THAT WAS SOME GOOD CHARACTER WORK MIHOYO. Like holy cow. Just. Brilliant

(When I say my stepson I mean Wanderer btw lmao)

[thescenealexcatxd]

TIME OUT: CHAPTER ONE!!

NEXT...

(i think is much easier this way- but I'm gonna still publish the full chapters on drive folders just in case)

BY MIMICOMICS ON FACEBOOK!!

[sydney-carton-of-sour-milk]

The Many Illustrators of A Tale of Two Cities 11: Harry Furniss (1/2)

These speak for themselves.

This week's set is a particularly iconic one - at long last, we've arrived at Harry Furniss's illustrations for the 1910 Charles Dickens Library edition of A Tale of Two Cities!

1 / 2 || 2 / 2

Furniss created hundreds of illustrations for this series, which was meant as a centennial celebration of Dickens's birth. For A Tale of Two Cities in particular, he made 32! In this post, we'll be looking at the first 19.

Also, a note for the full set, just as a heads-up: A few of the Internet Archive versions - which are the primary source used here - were cropped, so I edited in the missing pieces using (if I remember correctly) these versions from HathiTrust.

There really isn't much more to say concerning these thorough, thoughtful illustrations - I waited patiently to begin to work on posts for them until I found quality versions that would do them justice, and I'm so delighted to finally have done so. Without further ado, enjoy!

See you soon for Part 2!

& the standard endnote for all posts in this series:

This post is intended to act as the start of a forum on the given illustrator, so if anyone has anything to add - requests to see certain drawings in higher definition (since Tumblr compresses images), corrections to factual errors, sources for better-quality versions of the illustrations, further reading, fun facts, any questions, or just general commentary - simply do so on this post, be it in a comment/tags or the replies!💫

[thecrimsonvalley-creates]

~ A helping hug: IV ~ And the next in line, just Ginger and Carmen left. Probably just because of my own headcanons around Ruby but I really liked drawing her getting hugs, just have this feeling she’s a person who could sure use a good few!

[thebadchoicemachine]

Jessie yelling “sorry commander!” Is gonna make me sob

[ausrache]

the call of the void. / part one. content warning(s): mentions death, blood, self-loathing & hatred

ENTRY 00234 DATE: 20.04.20XX TIME: 3:21AM

do you know how it feels the first time that life slips from your hands?

not your own, but that of another person. as an entity that has been born within complete darkness — a place that fostered violence & rewarded cruelty in its most horrible of ways. there was no sun. no warmth. not one person that would hold you when you're down. no, instead — the moment that you came into existence, you were supposed to fight. fight for survival. fight for life. fight to become something else than just a simple grain of sand within this garden of darkness.

as one born from the void, i think it was always considered my own birthright that i'd step foot into such a situation. after all, you couldn't escape it. bloodshed was everywhere. but it felt different . . . whilst i remained within the shadows, my own darkness blended in so seamlessly with that of the others. it was almost as if it didn't exist. it was almost as if i could hide that monstrosity that was forever a part of me. against the others, i seemed almost harmless with my ways.

but it became different when i was forced into this mortal shell. in fact, everything was different. the way i felt things. the way i perceived things. the warmth. the blinding light of the sun. the people that walked alongside me.

but also that hunger.

that thirst.

i hated it.

i still hate it.

i can never unlearn to hate it. at first, i didn't even know what it was that had my body so tense. on alert, as if something terribly wrong was happening to me. but then . . . i understood. of course, i didn't want to but — i had to. for survival. for life.

and suddenly, that warmth faded from me.

i was back in the darkness, even if this was a whole different place surrounding me. i understood that i carried the void within me wherever i would go; within that abyssal hole in my chest where once my heart laid; within those ruby eyes that gaze others like a frightened animal; within the thirst that rasps against my throat & tongue like sandpaper. that darkness was carved into my soul & i would forever remain trapped within in, no matter where i went.

in fact, it was perhaps only that blinding light of earth that showed how truly monstrous this body is. this soul is.

how i am . . . ?

is this what i am supposed to be? is this all i can ever be? coldness raked itself through my skin & i felt myself submitting to that cruel feeling of nausea as i accepted my fate. the shame that lingered in the back of my throat, dripping down my tongue & onto my skin — red like the blood moon that shined on me . . .

it was all me, in the end.

that is how it feels to take a life.

how it was for me, at least. those exact thoughts were the ones that infected my brain as i held onto their cold body, begging the fates, the gods & whoever was able to hear my begging to undo my crimes. i never had a choice to whom i exactly prayed for most wouldn't hear my wails. perhaps, i was never meant for divine intervention. for a single blessing. but at least — spare this person that fell at my hand for the sake of keeping this monster alive.

i've heard it before, of course, that in some sense it was neccessary. neccessary evil. neccessary cruelty. for if the hunger remained, i would be the one to fade away from this world.

but then again, how am i neccessary to this world?

how can my own actions be neccessary when this existence in itself is but a curse? a play by the fates? a joke? one that was so sick & twisted that one understood.

so, if i was to pass . . . would it be so horrible? it would silence this monster. this body. this soul. this whole life that has been fostered by darkness would forever close & perhaps, people could finally rejoice.

for there was one less monster on this earth.

[ink-stained-clouds]

all major revisions done !!! ya girl has a thesis !!! 😭🥺

[ink-for-dinner]

I find one post about TOA Trollhunters and my favorite childhood series is now a hyperfixation, thanks Tumblr. I'm never recovering.

[3rrorsnas]

can I ramble about source/multiversal(my multiverse) stuff? I will ramble about multiversal stuff

doesn't it seem like outertale timelines have become a little bit like a multiversal hub lately?? and I'm saying lately because I'm pretty sure a few years ago I was still able to go there without any problem or annoying encounters-

but now days it fucking seems like the creators want to put EVERYONE there, plus not even mentioning the fact that they told EVERYONE that that is my favorite place and I actually am scared to go back to one of the few fucking aus that I don't entirely hate and could chill out at for freaking once.

and I know they didn't explicitly SAY it, it was mostly gossip and they're creators yada yada I kNOW-... but it fucking sucks. it fucking sucks that the only place I could be calm, alone, without many fucking anomalies annoying me, a place where I could forget everything for a bit and feel finally at peace, is now overcrowded and basically low key chasing me away. I'm straight up fucking scared to go there now for the possibility that a stupid outcode would show up, or hell people that HATE me actually straight up go looking for me/hunt for me there. because that has happened and I fucking hate it. fuck you all.

I even used to actually avoid it because I was scared inky would find me there-... that was before we got married of course (and I was avoiding him because I couldn't understand or control my feelings- it's a long story urgh TT/srs)

so yeah fuck you, I don't have any place to go watch the stars now and the surface has a shitty sky

like, have you seen how a city sky is??? I can barely see a few stars!! thank god we can see the moon at least urgh-

[its-in-the-experiment-babitim]

I spelled Alan's name wrong.

[yogurtfluff]

Funguary 2021