#boiling ink

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

If I was in a lucid dream with a ghost, I would simply impress them with my blunt rolling skills

[somegrumpynerd]

Ink listing off a couple of Cross's canon events from the last timeline of xtale like things xGaster did and said to him and Nightmare gripping his mug so hard you can almost see his bones through the goop

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

would kill someone for hard boiled eggs: Nightmare, Dream, Killer, Cross, Ink would steal hard boiled eggs: Dust, Horror would make a pleading face for boiled eggs: Swap/Blue doesn't like boiled eggs:

[joker00m]

My comfort characters <3

[meimeikyu]

IVE MURDERED A WIZARD!! TAKE FESTIVALVERSE INK ART FINALLY!!!

please reblog of you like it! it makes me happy :3

they such a sillay goober i love them!!! he also has a broomie but i didnt draw it yet

[boiling-potato]

It is dangerous to go on a journey alone! Take my OC Yūrei with you for protection!

Ah yes!! Another companion for my genshin oc! She really needs one, Thank youuu! (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡

[blue-eli]

Ink October day twenty-nine: Wilder

To bewilder; to perplex.

Comparative form of wild: more wild.

[puppetmaster13u]

Y'know what I am pondering while waiting for Ark to finish downloading and while watching a size comparison of all the creatures. Like this shouldn't cause me to think of this but welcome to adhd lol

But if I remember right you can use berries and ink (not irl, at least not that easily) to make inks and paints and such. So now I am thinking of them putting war paint on their pets, especially if they need to tell them apart.

Which would especially help for when they have the tek things because most of those would look near identical, especially things like the drones.

Idk I just think it'd be cool

[daughter-of-inklings]

What's a good playlist for when you're writing a scene about the gods' favorite sacrificial guard dog getting the fantasy equivalent of biblical paternity results/callout carved into their back against their will?

[mad-mandrill]

[itscontinental]

Q #613

[meimeikyu]

oh i nvr posted this did i

festivalverse doobles :3

[boiling-potato]

Another ship child????

This is a request/suggestion from @justafriendlystranger !!

This is the ship child of Snowy and Ink, Colvyr! Their name means "one who resembles a dove", peaceful and calm. Been wanting to design a new character without making an entirely different oc so I thought, why not do a ship child?? And I've been strongly inspired to make one because of my dear friend chiro and their ship child creation of tignhari and cyno!! I love them sooo muuuch so of course I have to make one too!!! (⁠≧w≦⁠)❤️❤️❤️

Colvyr loves to hang out more in the daycare to accompany their mother Snowy who works there. They're mostly seen sleeping in the nap area and when kids approach them and ask to play he would gladly accept. He has an incredibly long patient no matter how rowdy or aggressive the kids get, They love spending time with their mom while also being visited by ink in the daycare to teach them how to draw and paint too. 💙🩵🧡

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Who's next?? :33

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Snowy belongs to my good friend @chiro-asuta-vulpes !!

Ink and Colvyr is created by me! ^^

[transmasculine]

“Alice Angel, to be exact. That’s who this user is. Sent from above. Impending perfection.” “This user’s got a bright little halo and they’re filled with love... they’re Alice Angel!” “This user’s ink swells and boils. It consumes. They are the ink demon. This realm... is theirs.”

[elismor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Original Clone Character(s), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), CT-8893 | Flood Additional Tags: Bingo, 212th, Tattoos, clone culture, Flood's shine is wearing off, Wooley is mentioned, 212th_bingo Series: Part 2 of 212th Bingo 2023 Summary:

His mouth has gone completely dry and Flood swallows, trying to work up enough saliva to answer, but it’s no good. The commander’s made eye contact and while it’s one thing to meet that gaze in the middle of a rushing river, Flood finds he can’t hold it now. Not when everyone is about to see just how worrisome he finds needles.

Second fill for @clonefandomevents​ 212th Bingo. Prompt: tattoos

This is technically a sequel to ...without a paddle (Because I like to make things harder on myself.)

[monomorphilogical]

Devils in church

I traced back all my lines crossed

bathed a vision in all the blood I lost

just as well to be stirring in paint thinner

sunday service faces have shadowed me a sinner

a child taken in by the skin of my teeth

there's a lick of flame that I can feel underneath

coiling around the conviction of the ageless

pulling a premature arm like the devil's contagious

blood to the surface for a week or so

running through veins like it's putting on a show

feet heavy in the courtyard at only sixteen

verdict spoken through inhaling the smokescreen

preachers keep speaking in tongues

I can't hear how they'll right their wrongs

I used to be baptised and haloed by a rising sun

and it felt like staring at the barrel of a gun

less than a mile away since their hair went grey

walked in unaware of a brand new prey

arms around the waist of another teenage waste

pinned black magic would't be misplaced

pled to take a knee with their raised hand to head

through jaws I'll only go down when I'm dead

taste the unveiled desire to drink from the cup

in between sacrilegious lines praying to give it up

I should've twisted the arm in a joint effort

those white walls have always made my head hurt

I'll bend the knee only to hit the right spot

hidden in the haunt of a face carved to be shot

remembered my pressed legs in union

followed by scrounging eyes at communion

head's circled around by another age old vulture

living through a real sick and sacred culture

told to hold your tongue until you're through the gate

sit up straight until you bend under the weight

a whispered undercurrent from mouth to ear

nothing I ever should have to hear

all my children of God bleeding around the devil's jaw

wolf in sheep's clothing only caught by the claw

quick to scold me with a conscious soaked in sin

their fingerprints scorched in my skin

told me forty in the desert is why they feel so lonely

but they've got thirst for water they know isn't holy

sharp teeth spilled my blood into the water

through the mirage I'm still somebody's daughter

their statued issue of a heinous act

community pillar will never come close to the fact

looking through stained twenty years passed

holy through church pews from the past

I know they're old and I'm new

not one saint willing to believe a teenage view

but I've grown the same way as the courtyard's ivy

twenty-four with a sinner's head held highly

and I'll be sure to go to church come sunday morning

God knows they won't heed no warning

followed all my lines of a bible I've read every night

it's grotesque justice but I've got the right

to take the hand and gouge out man's wandering eye

deafen the pleadings to their empty sky

while I'm wondering who they're praying to

it can't be the same God that I look up to