#need ink therapy

[behind-thebrowneyes]

Does someone wanna fund my tattoos And piercing expenses. I have sooo many I want to get but can’t rn 😭😭 all these creative ideas just wasted on a piece of paper. I legit have like 3 different lists from over the years of ones that I want. However my piercing list has gotten shorter. Let’s get stabbed!

[niff-of-draws]

i'll find you when the sun goes black

[crok-s]

It isn’t rlly looking good for the questers, they def need to start therapy 😬

(especially some people *cough* *cough*)

Extra doodles (i rlly like the Alice one)

[aj-agreste]

Ink Dialogue:

"You're nothing!" [Macaque from S3]

"Sun Wukong, what have you done?!" [Nezha from S3]

"Monkey, no violence!" [Tripitaka]

"You would betray your brothers?! (Your brothers?!)" [Yellow-Tusked Elephant]

"Some monsters can never change. (Never change!)" [Golden-Winged Eagle]

[goolden]

maybe getting 4720174829 tattoos will fix me

[zec-the-crazy-cartoonest]

These are 3 of my favorite au's so far 😁

A tired toon of terror au is from @dictatortirah

Hell studio is from @doodledrawsthings

And the blog for @welcometobendyland

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Green Beans and Little Brothers

(5/17/2024)

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How many more times must I cross this road?

To assume the emptiness is common occurrence,

Nothing fighting from beneath the surface-

Avoiding conversations as if they may be the death of me.

Like I don't spend every day

Mixing concoctions of various types,

Coughing up blood and seeing stars,

Swallowing down memories,

And the bitter truth-

The truth,

That I have locked myself in this tower to die.

How pathetic of me,

To swallow the key with such vigor.

To only feel it crawling its way back up,

When tears prick my eyes,

At the most unexpected of times.

As if anybody could hurt me;

As if anybody could torture me

Nearly as much as I torture myself.

You crawl to salvation,

Desperate for water,

Drinking willingly from any glass-

Only to learn you never escaped in the first place.

When did I start swallowing

Everything?

It started with what made me happiest,

To subdue the relentless need to escape.

When did I start to stomach any emotion,

Before it even showed its face?

The complexities of life are not lost on me.

However,

Whenever I think I've found the road home,

I've only ever found myself more lost.

x

[thoughtspilling]

The worst feeling in the world is not wanting to be yourself anymore.

[stargazeraldroth]

okay Dream and Ink are both just suffering in Balanceswap and I am Big Sad about it :( poor boys… at least they can hug each other??? but hhh Error smack some sense into Nightmare and then come get your husband and his adopted son!!!

also, Ink being Dream’s, like, pseudo parent is. very cute to me, I love that??? please tell us more about the two of them and their relationship… I need them to have one good thing :( what does Dream think of what Ink went through and his thought process following it? what’s his impression of Error and the creators? how does Ink feel about what Dream went through in his village? does he want Nightmare to be redeemed so Dream can have his brother back, or is he worried he’d just hurt him again? are they protective of each other?

Trust me, Error's TRIED to talk some sense into Nightmare, but he just... won't listen. Nightmare's too self-centered and entitled to accept criticism about how he acts or does things, even if they're true- especially if they're true. Also, Error can still be affected by the twins' auras, meaning that if Nightmare really wanted to, he could... persuade Error to see things from his perspective.

When Ink tells Dream about everything, he makes it clear that he doesn't want him to hate Error. But Ink's own views on the Creators heavily influence Dream's, though Dream isn't as expressive of them as Ink is. He sees some of the good points Ink makes in his thought process, but he doesn't know if Ink's perspective is the right one. And by the right one, he means it more like the right thing to do. He understands that both positivity and negativity need to exist, but he doesn't actually understand the idea of the Balance.

Ink is understandably and rightfully pissed about what Dream went through in the village. He thought Dream acted like a child when he came out of the statue, but to find out he was actually only 6 years old when it all happened... makes him feel some pity for Nightmare, too, but Nightmare's had centuries to grow and improve himself. Ink knows how much Dream misses Nightmare, but also knows that it's too dangerous for him. Nightmare wouldn't deliberately harm Dream, as I said before, but the situation wouldn't be fair to Dream. If his experience when he ran away was anything to go by, he'd be bedridden and miserable for the rest of his life.

But yes, they're very protective of each other, though Ink's a bit more protective than Dream is. In a way, Dream looks up to Ink as the parental figure he's never really had. Sure, Nim was... somewhat there, but she didn't really... take care of them. She couldn't, she had no body, but she wasn't really there emotionally, either... ironic, considering she's the original Guardian of the Tree of Feelings. Likewise, Ink treats Dream as though he is his own child, though he isn't exactly sure how to raise a kid or be a parent. Ink also feels a bit bad because he kinda dragged Dream into the whole mess, but while he'd like to just leave him with Error to keep him safe, he's paranoid. Error's working with the Omega Timeline, which is working with Nightmare. Ink knows that the twins' auras work on Error, but they don't work on him. He can't... he can't risk it.

But, in other news, Ink tries to help Dream learn how to control his powers. It's a bit of a mess, since Dream's magic is very different from Ink's. Not to mention that they have to consider avoiding Nightmare's detection... any sudden spikes in negative energy could catch his attention. But Ink tries his best to take care of Dream. He makes sure the kid is fed, has warm clothes, shelter, etc. Ink's trying his best :(

[iero]

Speaking of tattoos, I'm TRYING to talk myself out of getting a new tattoo when I go back to Pittsburgh in a month... On one hand, it's like therapy to me. On the other hand, I'm trying to save money...

[girlwithfish]

ive involuntarily become a morning person bc i keep waking up at like 5-6am nd cant go back to sleep LOL

[quillandquotation]

I'm terribly preoccupied with the memories of my past that haunts me, the memories of my present that taunts me and the memories of my future that mocks me

-99 shots of misery

[kc-wilson-art]

Tumblr please encourage me, I'm intimidated by this painting and there's still so much to do. This is one of 6 characters and 2 horses. Do any of you get freaked out when you know something will be good? Some kind of fear of success I guess

[jellsmells]

if u saw the sketch of this earlier no u did not. also the dialogue is completely stolen off of tiktok which is why it might be a bit weird sounding without it playing in the back, but i thought it fit them and their internal struggles p well !

anyways i think abt that moment in paper in fire where jess visits brendan and i know it went awful but man i just wish they were rlly able to talk u know

[ectogeranium]

I might just be having an episode, but I’m currently figuring out the tattoos I want, and the placements >:3

[oldgodscallmynameinsummerstorms]

You almost jumped in front of a train tonight

But your friend came by on his bike so you just pretended you were walking home because you didn't want to pay for a bus ticket

He didn't suspect a thing

Thank fucking god

You dreamt of the traintracks that night

You felt the rumbling as the train passed underneath you

You felt the urge to just climb the one thing seperating you from certain death

And yet...

You wanted your friend to pull you down

To force you into the cold, hard asphalt of the bridge and force you to live

You wanted to scream and cry in his arms

You wanted to sob about how things were supposed to get better

Why haven't you gotten better?

Why do you still hate yourself?

Why did you stop at the bridge over the traintracks tonight

Why did you put your hand on the wooden railing

Why did you spread your palm on the glass on the railing right above the tracks

Why did you put your right foot on the fence

Why did you grip the top of the glass

Why did you not allow yourself to cry

Why was the only thing stopping you the embarrassment of being found like this

With half your body off the ground

Your friend walked with you on your way home

You laughed and joked and talked together

But deep down, as little as you wanted to admit it

You knew that you almost killed yourself tonight

And you have no idea how to tell anyone