#never ending ink

[blossoms-and-possums]

50 cents to get riptide in multiple colours 🫡

what a bargain. i fucking love kmart

[bluespiritshonour]

here's 18-19 year old aang sketches. been hearing aang is ugly discourse—no he ain't. he was just 12.

[lord-of-the-bagpipes]

I haven’t drawn in 5 billion years but actually managed to finish this one during my shift at work today

[summerlimeismethebrony]

[Image Description: an 11-panel comic page on paper in which Laurice Deauxnim/Larry Butz and Maya Fey from Ace Attorney sit side-by-side. Laurice has tight posture and an uncomfortable look on his face, while Maya is looking around in an uninterested manner; a large textbox labeled "Waiting for Nick" points at the two of them. Laurice looks over at Maya with a sidelong glance, grimacing. Laurice turns away, asking: "...Do you hate me?" Maya bursts out: "WHAT? Why would I hate you?!" ["What" is in all caps to indicate volume.] Laurice flinches away from the outburst. Laurice begins to explain, saying: "Elise", but cutting himself off and shaking his head, starting again with a downcast expression: "Your mom was my mentor." ["Your mom" is underlined to indicate emphasis.] Maya leans forward on her hands and tilts her head in confusion. Laurice continues, waving his hand in the air: "Like, she taught me how to be a better person, to— to grow up, y'know?" Laurice looks back at Maya, his palm toward her, with tears in his eyes, and says: "But you... She was your mom, and you never got that." ["mom" is underlined to indicate emphasis.] Maya looks at Laurice with concern, as he says: "I wouldn't blame you, if you hated me." End Image Description]

I think they should be allowed a Real Conversation, actually

(And some close-ups, bc I forgot just how energy-intensive making a comic page is, and I ended up working really hard on this messy, self-indulgent little comic)

[ionomycin]

Time for a new version!

I’ve really just had hand avatars on all my art social medias since 2015 huh...

[no-light-left-on]

Late night view of the clocktower

[phoenixmetaphor]

Oct 13 &

Oct 14 - Chreon Aquarium Date (prompt from @cerul-skyefrost ‘s ask to @thebrandywine 😛)

[sakura-hayashii]

02.23.24 - 2:12 am

“you know… sometimes if i close my eyes and concentrate hard enough… i can still hear your voice calling out to me.” she starts. “please, dont–” she doesnt let him finish. “sometimes im glad that i remember the sound of your voice… it brings me comfort during the times i need it the most. but other than those times, i wish i never knew what the sound of your voice was to begin with. i still hear you calling my name… but in the the way you used to say it, the way that made me believe in love. but now every time i hear my name… my heart knows its no longer the same.” “i dont understand… why?” he says as he looks down. it was almost as if he was talking to himself. “because you rarely called me by my name. you would always call me love or baby… but rarely by my actual name. but when you called me by my name… you made me feel like i just won the lottery. you would shout my name out as you ran toward me after not seeing each other in a while… each time it would make my heart burst with joy. you would chant my name out loud for all to hear when you were proud of me… each time my heart would burst with joy. you would gasp my name when we were laughing so hard we were crying and could no longer breathe… each time my heart would burst with joy. you would repeat my name in a sing-song voice when you had good news to tell me… each time my heart would burst with joy. but my favorite time you would say my name was when i pretended to be asleep. you would tuck my hair behind my ear and kiss my forehead… then whisper “i love you sakura,” and my heart would burst with joy… each and every time.” she forces out. she swallows the lump in her throat as she holds herself back from choking on her tears. “so what happens when i say your name now… sakura?” he murmurs while avoiding eye contact. but she could already see it in his eyes, the desperation of trying to hold in his tears. she smiles a little to herself, knowing that the things she was sharing were getting through to him. “my heart just burst… but no longer with joy–” “so now… whenever i hear my name, it no longer holds the same meaning that it once did. its the name of someone who no longer exists… its the name of someone who was happily in love. so now… all i hear when i hear my name is you saying “i cant do this any more sakura.” but instead of my heart bursting, my heart breaks a little more and more each time.” “im sorry sakura.” he looks up at her with tears in his eyes. she nods her head and turns away before he can read her eyes.

“yeah… that one too… i hear that sometimes, too.” she says then walks away. he cant see her face, but he can hear it in her voice. the sound of her tears. but the loudest sound he could hear was the sound of her heart breaking as it shattered in her chest all over again.

- S.H. // things ive never said #9 (via 2amthoughts)

[rainyyy-dayysss]

Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other . But what about the rest of us ? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one sided affair . We are the cursed of the loved ones . We are the unloved ones. The walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space. Yes, you are looking at one such individual.

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 1;

Maze/Maize

[blue-eli]

Ink October day nineteen: Reliquiae

Remains of the dead; relics.

[sanddollarpoems]

Raising Bitterness

We only had the generation before us

to show us their broken way.

Parents and guardians who believed

that stuffing their feelings down

and angrily crushing our spirits,

was the way to make it through.

Our example was a generation

Who touted ideas of "free love,"

but only knew how to love themselves.

And I pray every day that I don't end up

to be anything like my parents.

My dad always makes the same excuse,

that they did the best that they knew how.

And I'm sure that his statement is true,

but heaven forbid that I ever end up

anything like them.

This family trait ends with me.

[thatonecrookedsmile]

There never was a Choice.

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Something simpler for today. Again at the end of Chapter 5. Time to play the reel again. Not that there is any other choice. I mean,what else can he do? Not putting the reel in the projector,and continuing to be chased by the demon through the corridors of the giant machine? Maybe he can,hypothetically,probably,one day,not put the reel and try to continue the story from that moment. See where it goes.

But for now? Stay on the script.

From the top,everyone.

[End of Cycle (268)]

[aceloha]

coroika au where everything’s the same but they’re on skates. yea

GOD CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY i draw in like 20 pixels i swear

[reel-fear]

MIKE BLOCKED ME ON TWITTER FOR ROASTING HIS DUMBASS RESPONSE TO THE GRAPHIC NOVEL STUFF!!

grown ass man scared of the 19-year-old queer being mean to him over his public meltdown more at 8.

[magicicephoenix]

i need to go pound joey drew into a pulp RIGHT NOW