#inked-to-bring-you-back

[uighean]

ayy idk if you care, but that fig tree image you rb'ed is AI (I would care that's why I'm letting you know!)

ahh I do care thank you!! thought it looked a little funky but I figured it was just an instagram-y filter :((

[cynicjovial]

A twist to their outfits :]

If red and teal aren't going to be splat 4 colors I'm going to be sad

[carinelian]

sometimes, when your heart finds it hard to beat, pick the angriest song in your playlist.

let it wash over you like a second heartbeat. let the screams kickstart that tired heart of yours back to life.

good music works like a defib-except it'll accompany you until your heart remembers its own rhythm.

[styck-figure]

🍄Blue: What detail in the series that seems to be ignored or missed by the fandom or canon that you want to talk about?

Original ask game here

Hmm. Well, I'm not entirely sure. I think something I'd like to go more in-depth into is the idea of stick city and the fact that there was a town that had a lot of sticks that looked a lot like "Striker" but we never see any of it in previous or later scenes of the city. Only full head different colored sticks, for the most part. That's a little odd right?

Honestly I'd love more elaboration on Rocket-corp's whole thing. They seem to be making computers and monitors? Rocket is on both Dark's monitor and the monitor of the machine that killed Gold, right? What exactly do they do? Are they just a tech industry with their own purposes on the side?

...I think it'd be funny to talk a tiny bit about how Alan's cursor is now white with a thick black outline, since Showdown, after it was 'revived' when it had been a normal cursor (white with a thin outline) in AvA 1-3 and then black in AvA 4 when he used the keyboard shortcuts to get himself a new mouse. And the fact that his mouse is a little bigger than AlexCrafter's--was that a conscious choice to make the mouse bigger?

In Lush Caves, Red was actively trying to get away and Orange wasn't letting up. Red was running. I think it'd be nice if people incorporated that into Orange's character a little more. All the hollowheads escalate things fast and hard.

idk there's a LOT to talk about, there's so many little details. It's really cool to think about!!

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

My voice is a goldfish grown up in a too-small bowl, plucked from the pond and moved behind glass walls. I was told my voice was too old and too low. I bound it up in a higher pitch until it wasn't worth comment and now it has settled too small. It's beautiful--still-- but not in its trembles of pitch or its consonants that blur or the Rs that still rumble with a lost potential roar. My voice is beautiful in its golden light.

[legendofrhythm]

16. Fav Agent

HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF AGENT 4

[dreemurr-skelememer]

also id like to remind everyone who follows me that my main like guy my main blorbo my forever special interest is ink sans

[fruchtfleisch-art]

WIP WEDNESDAY

[cowvboyenema]

love taking pictures in the darkroom

[aparticularbandit]

@our-blood-is-our-ink - OKAY BUT NOW I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT PUTTING ONE OF THEM IN A CORSET JUST SO ONE OF THE OTHERS CAN UNLACE IT

[hangmanxo]

you take a break for like a year or two and suddenly theres like 100 more AUs that are basically required reading this is why im so unmotivated to work on Underpair lmao

[kuraikyu]

@trehontin : " So loud for no reason~ "

ㅤ𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 allay one's own fears. Hundreds of conversations in voices loud as if all of them competing with rock music to dominate the thematic atmosphere. Suguru himself very much wished he could melt into the vibe of this bar and laugh at simple cares he had. But after barely finishing one glass of dry Vermouth, he came to conclusion it would not quiet roving mind, still greatly fatigued if he continued. Too much exorcism brought along too many dark thoughts no one knew about, thus came the inability to do anything else than just blandly remain deeply immersed in established set of attitude by the bar counter.

Elegant facade always in a good mood, the one he daily displayed seemed weary, and his face more lined than one could remember, for thoughts wandered back to his students. A kindred spirit must attend to the hurts of those injured by the curse of their techniques.

'You can't help these kids.' No, and it was true. But there was something he could do ... let them know they are not alone in this mess and somewhere there might be the slightest chance to optimize poultices that will bring them some measure of relief. Yeah, some deep matters are still left undone here. Such reward, should he prevail could be significant for his aid has been requested for this aim. Sometimes he would internally recount to details of each plan. He was hardly a beard of many winters, and still have seen things this day people would not have believed yesterday.

And then - thoughts wandered back to his twin girls. Stronger and madder - with each swallow a shadow of vengeance comes to tap his shoulder, cultivating sacred offers of gold obsidians manifesting amid his fingers. Its currents are strong, bitter, squeezing further his throat like an opiate of poetry crafting a sling knot above the abyss. What were lives of mortals more than a flickering candle-light in the gale to something greater and ancient? Mortals had more allies than they supposed, even among those they deemed no more than legends.

Humans ... spoke to Sorcerers as friends, gave them shelter, took the sweat from their brows, and repaid everyone with what? Treachery. So, he wondered, what would happen if someday someone would repay them in kind ... ? These forbidden thoughts had periodic frequencies of their darkest bloom, but fortunately, so far they vanished as quickly as they appeared. And sometimes there were days when he was worried to ask himself a question: what if one day they won't disappear, what then? Perhaps he wasn't made for teaching at all, perhaps his ambitions were far greater than that. It was then that he realized it is time to head back home, lay, and rest when every droplet in his throat started to turn into ashes, and the bar ran out of ice. Someone behind him was making a ruckus that clearly ( by the sound that traveled to him ) had nothing to do with ambient mirth. But of course, bars at night, pure nests for curses and demons born from negative human emotions intoxicated by spirits.

His wishful landing for peace may be uneventful, but then it may be tumultuous indeed.

The bartender was a good, humble person who Geto would once in a few months visit after frequent patrolling of local streets and in pursuit of special-grade wanderers. But that moment, the bartender lacked his typical sense of merry collectiveness as timorous eyes shifted nervously back and forth from drying glass at brutes apparently approaching closer. As the one who is strong, you are obligated to maintain the order. He gazed up at the desperate bartender. Don't worry, I'll take them out; they won't disturb your place any longer.

Someone from behind apparently shouted his way : ' Hey you!! ' '' ... '' Geto said nothing. Instead, almost mechanically cranium would tip from right to left shoulder, in a manner of awakening black cat stretching stiff neck muscles for what was going to follow next.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤF*cking Monkeys ...

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It was a fraction later — that the back doors kicked widely open, and a man was literally thrown out by great force. Then another ... third, fifth. Pathetically beaten and driven out from coming back by the immensity of Suguru's dark aura crisped with disturbing sensation of living rot covering each span by naught but a singular stride beyond threshold.

' So loud for no reason~ '

'' ... '' '' ??! "

Where life expects to renew caution sudden voice caught him off guard. An instant tick of moment triggered immediate cessation of blackened aura until its gradual then ultimate vanish along with any hardness in Geto's mien. Someone shortly behind ... and closer to his left.

This guy shouldn't be here. Wait, was the man here all the time? How could he not notice him? The change of playlist resulted in louder rhythms of music protruding from cranny gaps ; which brought along a strange switch in the atmosphere. With proper aim of senses that strange man ( who would not elude from fixation of Suguru's focus ) stood inches away from him; his profile a refined riddle clad in elegant biding. The flickering neon text light glitching: ' 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 ' reflected into the bleak avenue and caressed across subtle facial lines of the speaking stranger like velvet constellations, yet navigated to the pair of deep browns, gleaming just the same like polished amber in first rays of dawn; and he was brave enough to meet them with his own spinning mantra of nothingness and palette of starlit black. Great. The last thing he needs in this sh*tty state of mind is bumping into a beautiful man; that type of guy, who at first sight seemed like the one giving him a good talking about his own bad manners. A situation truly worth of deep sigh. But looks could be terribly deceiving. Many factions remained in being where he couldn't identify why he was spellbound to place and stiffness. And Geto, as a guy made of stern stuff, and shaped by sorts of experiences starting from the strangest to grossest feelings ... nothing for him quite ever felt like this uneasiness, but even so, on a level of intuition, he kept his movements in slow synchrony.

Under other circumstances, he would raise an eyebrow and subject other one to closer scrutiny, but again too much exorcism had a price. '' Sorry about that, didn't mean to throw these guys almost right — ugh, right ... at you, '' he managed in haste his scattered manners and admittedly apologized about his shortcomings, contemptuously glancing as well at pitiful display of mankind cowardice in attempt to slink away from kindled spitfire of their mortifying ordeal, '' this lot is hardly ever over their limits. But believe me, there was a reason for this noise. '' Was there? Was there any other reason than his own savageness?

Nor Sorcerers nor other entities can exist without encountering one another; such is the law of existential attraction. Macabre incognito shouldn't be able to melt away your inner pains, but perhaps the reality was that ... that very same pain was overshadowed by something else, something ... unexplainably inhumane although perfectly humane, standing and smiling at him with a degree of faithfulness only constant of death can bring. It was just as alluring as it was terrifying. Don't mind him. Don't stare. He pinched his nose bridge from unexpected sensory overload he likely blamed on overusing powers and looked reluctantly back at the speaker, '' If you're ... on your way in, then I suppose you couldn't pick better timing. The air's clear from further troubles. Oh, yeah, and May Geminis get all the free drinks today, well, applies twice if it's your birthday, '' thumb directingly pointed over his shoulder back at doors as he stepped forward passing around his mysterious encounter, '' have fun. '' Like a cloud of smoke, the curse manipulator continued to wind down along the steps and fully out of the place; manifesting his prior intention to vanish into the night, and sanction further his emotional cannibalism from dangers of public affairs.

[artificer-dice]

Coming soon..

[inkblot-inc]

hii ink!!

what would happen if skitch and r got into their first fight? would it be over something major or minor?

Hi and hello :3

How do I admit now that I was thinkin about this a bit the other day-

Wanda and Skitch's first fight may or may not be expected (maybe even a subltle hint of this problem in the sick!Skitch ask), but as sociable as Skitch can be, lighthearted and all, and they don't really get personal/rely on other people. It isolates themselves and pushes others away even though Skitch may not mean to.

Wanda does the same thing too in her own way, but she's not nearly as hard-stop with it. Wanda knows that she can count on and rely on other people to talk to and look after her, even though that circle of people is small.

Wanda brings this up, I wanna say like four months into their relationship, because she's let Skitch into her life and even though Skitch has let Wanda in as well, Skitch still kept her at arm's length when it comes to certain things, when at that point it's a pretty noticeable gap. "You know about me, but when I think about it, I don't really know much about you. Why is that?" To put it briefly.

Skitch hasn't really gone into depth about themselves (not saying they have to full on trauma dump or some shit), not because they don't want to but because "there's not much to know" (*ahem* a damn lie). A good bit of Skitch's life is repressed to them. Not because crazy shit happened per say, but because there are just things Skitch doesn't want to think about/talk about/remember, so to them why should they bring it up?

Wanda was definitely the more vulnerable one in that fight in specific because she is a well-known public figure, basically a celebrity. Most anything Skitch would want to know about Wanda and/or her life is really a google search away. Again, Skitch has a right to that privacy, it's the fact that seemingly the most basic things about Skitch were learned through circumstance she would have preferred to hear from Skitch directly (ex: Wanda had to learn that Skitch was adopted through a joke Remy made in the shop the week before this fight).

The crux of this argument is that Wanda and Skitch are in a committed relationship to each other, sleeping in the other's house, sharing wardrobe space, *ahem* other forms of intimacy, but Skitch in a way still feels like a stranger to Wanda. A wild thing to think about when Skitch's dick has literally been rearranging Wanda's guts for months-

Once that point gets across to Skitch is when they make some headway and apologize for freezing Wanda out in that way, which is the last thing they wanted to do. Wanda's not trying to push or force Skitch into talking about their past and every little thing and that's the most important part to remember.

Part of making another person a part of your life is letting them in so they can see you and get acquainted with those parts of you as well, and it was this fight that helped Skitch realize they hadn't been doing that with Wanda.

"So what do you wanna know, doll?"

[backagainpodcast]

I would have followed you to the end, I think. If you had wanted me along. But you always said you were bad at texting and I always knew that while I would fight, it would not be hard enough to make you remember me, and so I watch from a distance and I like your pictures and I send your poetry to my roommate and they tell me, this. This is good. I say I know, I say I hope you know, too, I try to explain without ever saying your name the fears you told me long after it was dark because we both felt more honest, then. I always suspected you could be most vulnerable when you couldn’t see your audience’s face. I always suspected that was why you liked to text me.

I want to hate you for no particular reason other than you left my life and I wanted to cling, and cling, and cling to you and the summer we never had and all the years that would have followed it but I can’t, because the simple truth is this: I can never stop loving the people I once did. I want to erase your name and your face from my brain but I have never felt more dear to someone than I did lying on the floor with you on the phone, and so I swallow down the sparks and this is all that remains:

I hope you are well. I hope you remember me with fondness. I’ve tried to close the door of this house, but the latch is broken and I don’t have the heart to fix it. You are always welcome back inside.

[formula-fun]

Nico Rosberg’s podcast is wild because this man will call the most interesting big names in formula one, sit them down in front of a microphone, pull out multiple handwritten notebooks where he’s jotted down their entire life story and a list of their most traumatic life moments, open these things up, stare his guest down and then just proceed to talk about himself for like an hour straight. And then give them advice on what they’re doing wrong