#Now moving on to inking

[royalnavyart]

♰ ⋅⋆ ─── Comic Log 004 ─── ⋆⋅ ♰

Uhtred: You offered to trade what??

Alfred: Uhtred, let's not fight. Not now.

/jk that’s not the actual dialogue i have planned for this panel … but hell maybe it should be ( ‾̀◡‾́)✨

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[ghoulgeists]

*turns your favourite slutty tiefling into a dragon* aheehee

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I write fragile on a dozen boxes salvaged from recycling I forgot to take out before I knew I was moving and my hand shakes even more each time. The lines bleed off the box corners and into me. I'm fragile, you see.

[thelocalmoth]

♬ That’s just the way things go ✎

My hand slipped….:[

Gift for @unnoticedunawarestillhere

[godisasimp]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE IS A SECRET RAVE IN THE NEW BENDY GAME ? WHAT DO YOU MEAN INK DEMON IS HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE ????

INK DEMON DID A BACKFLIP??

[evenlis]

If you remember me, someday in the future, I want to know, am I still 17 in your mind? Or have I changed? Have you?

- Evenlis

[thekittyfox2999]

i htink i'm in love with this man

-Average Beatle fan from 1964

god he's so dreamy

anyways call me convinced i guess i'm in the beatles fandom now

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

The Red-Handed Queen

You can do anything... except scrub this gore from your hands

Naturally, I had to have a go at making a design for her! Her dress is based off of 1860s ballgowns, while having some medieval inspired elements! Her crown is made of rosegold, and she wear the jewels seen in the Appalling Socialite's Parabolan Campaign with the chessboard!

[inkblot-skyz]

Drawn and rendered in under 3 hours AND started on a whim?? I might be cooked chat

[fictionadventurer]

One mildly chilly day in August and suddenly I want to read every Victorian novel in existence.

[thelocalmoth]

Quietly drops this here… it’s more Ray content…

THIS IS SO…BAD…BUT I PUT EFFORT INTO IT SO I NEED TO POST IT NOW—

I don’t expect this to be relevant to like… anyone? It’s based on me and Untitled/Hudson’s last roleplay and I don’t think anyone’s really reading that stuff, but y’know, it’s here. Add. Under cut

Transcript for the quote: “I didn’t know what to do when they pronounced you dead. I felt like I’d lost something I had just gained, and… well, I had.”

Song: I Don’t Smoke by Mitski

[averlym]

miscellany (again),, tags in the last image by @pyrotechnicarus

[orange-artblog]

so that‘s that

ink by comyet/myebi -/ inktobertale day 1 (Ink (warm up))

[evenlis]

'Our Song' turned into 'A Song', that I sing with my friends, who were once our friends. I no longer choke up to the words of forever. If I asked you now, would you even remember?

- Evenlis

[theserenityinviolence]

was that it? do you tease me so, old friend? Heh, do I get to say that yet, "old friend"? I was just the same though, I flirted with you just like they did... why only me did you flirt back with then? Lessons you taught me naught, and justifications to my sanity drew up a knot(not),

I ask you, why let me catch up when all of us chased you so? and threaten to leave me so harshly when I barely held on to your embrace.. you hardly let me see, you hardly let me see how hard I held on to that embrace, you hardly let me see, focus lain solely on my feet so swiftly landing,

or am i hypocritical? is this just another boast of wisdom and boldness by the insecure child in me that so desperately sought to escape your joyful ignorance? Is this just another cry for help from the rat in me with the self esteem the size of its shit trying to flirt with the idea of being elevated? tell me then, you can tell me now, old friend, you've left me almost entirely, a consequence entirely of my own thoughts, words and actions maybe? but tell me now, was this fault of my own or is this another famous trick by the child and the rat in me; "internalizing the aggressor",

or rather, another fake perhaps I am? a diamond in a world where all is carbon under pressure, perhaps a fake i am indeed, a diamond sobbing for getting to be rid of it's blackness prematurely? or maybe, maybe even a piece of the crumbly black coal using shit vocabulary and annoying sentence structure to make seem like it turned diamond too quick with no fault of its own? oh but i am too kind to this coal then am i not? for indeed, the high pressure there wasn't, of course, you ran from me, but unlike the others you did from, lessons you taught me naught, nor did you leave me much to blame, much justifications for my insanity, apart from me, that rat, and the child I tried to run away from being.

alright now thsi isn't exactly a poem. it's more a rant post, i can't write "pOetRy" alas, that's for the cool kids to do. if you couldn't tell because of how messy i tend to get, this is just me venting about how maybe i grew up a little too fast. don't come at me now, i'm not saying i did; i have the maturity of a pre-pubescent horny 12 yr old but uh, you know, vent post, and it was kinda fun to write ngl