#cosmic ink studios

[cosmicinkstudios]

⭐️ Funfetti Sheep! 🧁🐑

[sweaterrat]

So paramount just came in and took down my hot soup stickers

These ^

I’m currently trying to figure out what to do but for now those stickers are not available and they might be going for my other rise stickers too.

[moedamaku]

👁️#Illustration materials released: 👁️ Pen Drawing Style] 100 Eyeballs Material Set - pupillary side [10 Colors].

This is a set of 100 pen-drawing style eyeballs. There is a color difference, so if you need more than 7 colors, you can save money by purchasing the set.

These materials can be used for various purposes, such as room decorations for TRPG online sessions, video distribution, and game materials. How about using them as visual expression for fantasy and horror works? For commercial use, please let me know.

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[pulkitoki]

Grand Duke of Fecal Hell. When I started this a few months back, it was supposed to be a Warhammer Darktide fanart for the Zealot class but then I forgot what I was really drawing when I reopened the file today so now it's a shitty-flesh-sucking-lovecraftian-entity or something.

[cosmic-has-moved]

Not much, just my interpretation on what I think real world Susie and Allison would look like.

[helenetart]

A somewhat recent digital painting of a purple cosmic dragon as it flows amongst planets and stars. This was painted with a specific color palette to practice use of limited/specific color to build a scene.

I had fun with the more loose, swirly shape of this dragon's design, and seeing how the colors work together was really interesting.

Painted in Clip Studio.

[rustyregion]

BIBLICALLY ACCURATE SKELETONS GO BRRRRR

Corrupted Nightmare has no gender cause bro is a parasite thingy that feeds of other living beings so absolutely no genitalia, Core Frisk is still nb. Btw all of them are Homo erectus except ink who is Australopithecus (C!NM isn’t really a skeleton either he’s just mimicking one) Also Dream and Error are girls. Why? Better question is why not? We need more fem representation here (there are other girls but they’re not here). Also because you see here you don’t need to draw them cosmically big and clinically impossible boobs to show they’re girls, jeez.

Credits down below oh god this one’s gonna be loooong

Dreamtale (Dream & Nightmare) belong to Jokublog

Ink belongs to Comyet/Myebi

Error belongs to CrayonQueen

Cross belongs to Jakei95

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas

Murder belongs to Ask-Dusttale

Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

Core! Frisk belongs to DokuDoki

Swap belongs to PopcornPr1nce

[sichore]

Kloktober Day 22: sea horror or cosmic horror

[Both? Both. It's a bit of both. Y'all know the visuals for I Tamper With the Evidence at the Murdersite of Odin? This is about that level of weird and violent and unsettling. With the bonus of an OC, a brief mention of seggs, and the four most horrifying words no one wants to hear.]

It's rotating. 

Pickles tries to ignore it like everything else, with a cocktail of chemicals coursing through his veins and a bottle in his hand. Things are fine, good, great even. Whatever is happening between him and Jimi is fantastic.

But he feels their ripples of worry, gnawing at them like a beast, churning their insides. Only he has that right.

It's nothing to talk about, though. Everything was fine, after all. His evenings have gotten fairly routine. If he's home and the band's not working into the night, or partying, then he's camped out on Jimi's couch. He'd probably be here in the studio even if there was a party, anyway. If he's gonna black out, he may as well do it while in the comforting flow of Jimi's work.

It's rotating.

His head tilts back onto the back of the couch. Pickles doesn't have to look at Jimi to see them deep in concentration at their easel. And slouching, no doubt. Grinning to himself, he reaches out in the sixth way, and feels the gentle curve of Jimi straightening up in response. With a bit of effort, he reaches in the seventh way, like a flow of water over their head, and tingles as the warm glow of Jimi's content falls over him like leaves.

Things are good. Great. Whatever is spinning out there is none of his business.

The room is cast in yellow, painted in the light cast from Jimi's lamp. (Or what did they call the hue that one time? Orchard? Ochre. Because of course they had to correct him.) Pickles closes his eyes, and when he opens them, the room is dark and cast in ripples of blue – no, indigo, and the mournful green of shipwrecks, and the swimming shadows of the deep.

Jimi stands before him, still as stone. The lens of their glasses blaze white like the sun.

"We need to talk."

"Whoa, babe," Pickles chuckles, shivers briefly. "What's got yer panties in a twist? Need me to undo 'em?"

Pickles. He sinks back into the cushions from the force of his name, beaten into him like a gong. Jimi may say 'talk', but Pickles needs to listen.

"Okee, okee, here." He has the foresight to set his bottle on the floor at least; can't have a single drop staining the couch, after all. 

Jimi's head tilts. Their glasses flash and now Pickles can see the brown eyes he's searching for, narrowed in pain.

He beckons with both hands. "C'mere, baby."

Jimi shakes their head. Their curls hang loose, and Pickles watches their bounce slow in real time, like ribbons in the sea, losing momentum in the current. "You've been feeling it, too, right?" they ask.

He has. Ever since that kiss in the kitchen. Ever since the beginning, really. That's why it's fine. It's always been there. "I know, Jim, and it's fine, so just–"

"No!" Jimi shrieks like a fallen chandelier, shattering, and then they're on him. They curl over Pickles as a lion does over their fresh kill, over their mate. Pickles tries to pull them down, to have that wonderful weight press against all of him, but Jimi is rigid and unrelenting under his hands.

Pickles does his best to keep them together, while Jimi grabs at his shirt, his shoulders, shaking, eyes squeezed shut. It's very much like trying to catch raindrops, and though he tries to get a bearing on their face, Jimi moves, dodges his movements. "Baby, baby, hey," he calls out, and the keening wail that tears out of Jimi rips him in two.

"What's happening to us?" Jimi pleads, grasping both sides of his face. Pickles can finally see their face past the skewed glasses and the ink bleeding into their eyes, widened in panic.

So that's it. They're sinking. He can deal with that.

Pickles holds their head between his hands, fingers tangling in their curls, wrapping around his fingers like flotsam. He presses their foreheads together and the command comes out on instinct: "Look at me."

Jimi Looks at him as the dark takes over their eyes, as autumn fades under the eclipse, and they fall as one in a spiral.

It's rotating, and as infinity condenses into a moment, briefly, Pickles understands. Planets and stars swirl around them as streaks of light, titans that collide and birth and die and blind him. Jimi is there, and then they're not, and he has to reach out across galaxies to grasp and wrap them to him.

Where are you going? The drummer asks uselessly, as his thousand eyes have grown back and Jimi is right there, quivering and resplendent, the starlight of her scales signaling faster than he can keep up. 

I can't stop it! the painter shouts from several mouths, her teeth dripping viscera and nebulae alike. Pickles swims with them, tendrils binding so tight that they twist and coil into themselves until they burst and bleed meteors. He bathes in the starshower and bares his throat, arduously, when Jimi lunges and rips out his jugular.

There in the Ocean amidst the dirge of the chaos and the infant cries of the cosmos, there are no friends, no lovers. There is only that which exists in perpetuity, and can only be defined as inevitable. And as lord, He Sees.

The shimmering sea, the primordial waves of Their domain. The glittering expanse is mirrored, and just for a moment, before Jimi closes their mind to him and they return to being two instead of one, he sees the source of their despair: the crimson eye, a burning, hellish gateway.

Time snaps, ticks on, drips down like the sweat on Pickles' temple. He eases up his grip on Jimi's bare thigh and idly pats the drenched shirt on her back. The room still sways in the hues of the Ocean, but the waves are quiet now. Jimi clings to his shoulders as they would driftwood, and carefully, as they pull out from the aching cavity of his chest, he unwinds that sixth sense, feeling, whatever. Jimi lifts their hips with some effort, and gingerly, Pickles pulls out, breath whooshing as he does so.

Pussy's got him in a chokehold, for real. 

"Hey, champ," he sighs, rubbing down Jimi's spine. "You good?"

"Mmph," Jimi replies elegantly. They ease back so Pickles can brush aside the curls clinging to their face. Their glasses are… somewhere, and their brown eyes are calm and blissfully blown out. Kiss-flushed lips part and ask, "Are we good?"

"Yeah, of course, babe." 

Something tugs at the back of Pickles' mind, something besides that Other they're unraveling at the edges of the Ocean. Like an angry red pin prick of blood, already clotted and fading.

Pickles kisses the tip of Jimi's wide, round nose, pleased when they predictably giggle and shy away from the tickle of his beard. He pats their plush hip. "Of course we're good. What else would we be?"

Jimi's smile wavers, eyes darting around and away from Pickles. The tides have receded, and the room's settled into the familiar deep blues of night, accented by the harsh, red lines of Mordhaus' exterior lights. 

Jimi taps out anxiety against his collar. In reply, Pickles' drums out a merry beat on their thighs. That makes those pretty lips turn up again. "I – I don't know what we are."

"We don't gotta be anything. I'm good with this right here." And Pickles grabs two handfuls of ass, laughs at Jimi's eye roll. "Riiiight here. Okey?"

"Okay," Jimi concedes, kisses him, and then again.

It's rotating, this great force around them, groaning with the passing of ages, growling like a pacing beast. So long as they harmonize, Pickles can ignore the call.

[batimcthulhu]

[VOICE OF SHAZZ]

The S3-S4 INTERLUDE IS COMPLETE! we have finished uploading all the interlude RP chapters and are hoping to begin Season 4 soon... 👀 We try to keep the rp chapters optional reading, so the most important stuff WILL be mentioned in the session summaries when we can, but if you enjoy that sort of thing and want to binge them all, they start here on Chapter 38! There's a bit of plot, a lot of character development, and some are just fun.

If you just want to know what happens in each chapter, there are TL;DR recaps for each chapter HERE (mobile-friendly) and HERE (desktop only) that boil each chapter down to about a paragraph, so you can get the good content in a smaller form!

And if you just want a brief overview of What Developments There Were as the boys wrapped things up for a few months, here's an overview under the cut:

[[INTERLUDE]] (July - October 1934): There's a lot of loose ends to wrap up after the cartoon's successful premier, and a lot of harrowing experiences to recover from, but fortunately, the rest of the year remains calm enough to do so. Joey secretly meets with Mr. Y and establishes a superficially friendly understanding that they will stay out of each other's hair. Susie gets caught up to speed on all the others' supernatural adventures so far. Peter moves back to NYC to try a relationship with Jack again, and Jack and Sammy and Joey have to Actually Talk About Their Relationship with great emotional difficulty, as Sammy and Joey both struggle with the idea that a real relationship is something they're allowed to have. Joey confesses to Jack that he'd like to settle down with them… which might mean closing the studio. The Prophet reaches out to his lord for direction and gets a vision about "finding that which the Phantom seeks" when the time is right -- but apparently, so does Joey, when he meets with the Masked Messenger to bargain, offering to create something sufficiently entertaining for the elder god if he will leave the rest of them in peace. Henry realises that a version of him from one of the loops in Haiti showed up when he used the scythe spell, so he and Sammy both have "other selves" to figure out. Henry's worried this more violent person might hurt people, but Linda is sure that person is Henry, too, and the Other Henry insists he is here to protect those they care about. Sammy, meanwhile, learns to communicate directly with the Prophet and "switch" without ink… he decides against merging, wanting to keep the Prophet's company, even though accepting the Prophet's cosmic memories leaves him permanently disoriented. Susie and Joey enjoy finding a relationship where neither of them have to be in love to have fun. And with Joey and Jack's blessing and encouragement, Sammy admits his feelings to Susie -- he'd love something more with her, if she's okay with his complicated situation -- and she's all for it. Jack's cat, Beans, has kittens. Literally everyone except Sammy adopts one. And the following year also passes in relative peace…

[devilsgatewayhq]

Name: Rio Romero Age: 36 Occupation: Cosmic Ink Owner Time living in Tonopah: 15 years Neighborhood: Springate Crossing & Webster Village Gang Affiliation: Teniente for Los Santos Face Claim: Manny Montana

Biography: (death tw)

Born to a pair of young California lovers, Rio was handed over to his Aunt and Uncle the day after his birth. His parents were only 16 at the time and had no way to afford to care for a baby. His Aunt, after learning of her younger sisters pregnancy, reached out a hand. She offered money for her to go through with it and give the baby to her, to her husband. Unable to have children of her own, she saw this as a win win.

As soon as Rio was old enough to understand, he was told the truth. His Aunt was very firm with her belief that he knew where he came from. She raised him as her own, loved him as such, but always wanted him to know that he did have a “real” mom out there. It wasn’t as confusing as it sounds, he grew up hearing “your aunt,” and “your uncle”, so he never had to confuse her label with the word mom. At 16, he received a postcard from his birth mother, telling him his father had died, that she really wanted to meet him.

Rio, only a teen and still a little bitter, ignored it. Put it in a drawer and forgot about it. Forgot about her. That was until he turned 21, his curiosity got the better of him. He always knew that his parents couldn’t have kept him as a baby, they had no jobs, no money, no place to live. Any teenage resentment he felt had since left, now all he felt was guilt, for never responding to her postcard. With the (reluctant) help of his Aunt, she helped him get in touch with her sister, his mother, and they set up a visit. He travelled to Tonopah Valley for a 1 week visit, meet his mom, catch up, return to his life in California.

That was 14 years ago. Turns out, Rio found a home away from home here in Tonopah. His mother was involved with Los Santos, people whom he instantly took a liking to when he was introduced. It started with him saying he was extending his visit a couple more weeks, that only lead on to him staying for good. He got close with his mom, even started to call her as such. Got to know some of the LB members before joining himself. Something he holds zero regrets about, if you asked him now, he would tell you he was born to be with them.

Mama Romero passed away only 4 years after Rio came to TV, leaving him once again. Whilst he still has his Aunt and Uncle & stays in touch almost daily, he is very pleased they live out of town. Rio has told them nothing about the crime filled life he lives, knowing they would only be disappointed. Instead, they think he’s a clean cut civilian who owns a tattoo studio.

Over the years, Rio had proved his loyalty and became Captain, accepting the role without hesitation and without regret. He finds it very easy to disconnect, which works very much in his favour when it comes to the more gruesome tasks he’s asked to carry out. He does it all without a flinch but more importantly, without fault. Rio typically keeps to the shadows and he always has done. Never one to attract attention, traits that also work well for him as a LS Captain. This isn’t to say he’s anti social, he knows how to enjoy himself, how to connect, even how to “share,” but he does choose his company wisely.

Rio can come across sometimes like he’s cold and uncaring, two things he has to be to carry out his business. He allows people to make whatever assumptions about him they want because in the end, the small handful of people who see past the mask know what kind of guy he is. If he cares for you, there isn’t anything he won’t do. His loyalty really knows no limit, in the end, he knows it’s probably going to be the death of him and honestly? He’s ok with that. Better to die for something than live for nothing.

Headcanons:

Rio has many tattoos, his favourite being his neck piece which he designed himself.

Can speak fluent Spanish, thanks to his Mexican roots.

Enjoys boxing, whether it’s in a gym with a bag or underground in an illegal fight.

Very artistic, has designed hundreds of tattoos for his shop.

Owns two homes, one in Springate which is his ‘main’ home & one in Webster Village. This is mostly there to act as a safe house, should the need arise.

Slight germaphobe. Likes to be clean, no shoes in his house, hand sanitizer in his pocket, that kinda thing.

Older cousin to Javi, whom he loves like a brother.

Rio owns the buildings to two shelters in Las Vegas. They give homes to homeless youths with a team of professionals there to rehabilitate them. Not many people know this about him due to the fact he tries to keep his name out of it. His cartel status being the main reason it's essentially a secret.

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[cosmicinkstudios]

⭐️ Kirby’s Sweet Treats! (Remastered sticker sheet) 🍓⭐️

[moedamaku]

👁️#Illustration materials released: 👁️ [Pencil Drawing Style] 100 Eyeballs - Pupils Vertical [10 Colors]

This is a set of 100 pen-drawing style eyeballs. There is a color difference, so if you need more than 7 colors, you can save money by purchasing the set.

These materials can be used for various purposes, such as room decorations for TRPG online sessions, video distribution, and game materials. How about using them as visual expression for fantasy and horror works? For commercial use, please let me know.

[Copyrights] Copyright © Moeda Maku. Indication of authorship is optional.

[Size] Shown in the sample image.

[Terms of Use] Please read the included "readme". Please use the materials within the scope that does not conflict with the [Prohibited Items]. These terms and conditions are subject to change without notice.

☾‪︎.*·̩͙‬⋆͛‪︎.*·

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[lizardsskintattoo]

How Does Your Zodiac Sign Affect Your Tattoo Choices?

Find out how your zodiac sign influences your tattoo choices at a reputed tattoo studio in Kolkata. A personalized tattoo combines astrology and art!

[oceanbluetattoo]

Title: The Artistry of Minneapolis Tattoo Artists: Mastering Ink at Ocean Blue Tattoo

Minneapolis, a city renowned for its vibrant culture and artistic spirit, harbors a thriving community of tattoo enthusiasts. At the heart of this scene lies a cadre of skilled tattoo artists, whose mastery over ink transforms bodies into living canvases. Among them, Ocean Blue Tattoo stands out as a beacon of creativity and craftsmanship.

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Tattoos have evolved beyond mere body adornment; they now serve as powerful expressions of identity and personal narrative. Minneapolis tattoo artist understand this significance, acting as custodians of individual stories. Each stroke of their needles weaves a tale, immortalizing memories, beliefs, and passions beneath the skin.

Meet the Maestros: Spotlight on Minneapolis Tattoo Artists

In the diverse landscape of Minneapolis ink, numerous artists shine with distinct styles and specialties. From intricate blackwork to vibrant watercolor designs, these artisans cater to a spectrum of tastes and preferences. Among them, Ocean Blue Tattoo's roster boasts talents like:

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Kai Morgan: A master of geometric patterns and sacred geometry, Morgan's designs resonate with spiritual symbolism and cosmic harmony.

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Honoring Tradition: Minneapolis Tattoo Culture

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