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bythepen98 · 4 months
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Zutara || ♥️💙
Based on a couple pic from pinterest bc I still struggle with poses 🙈
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Ink: Babe, can you hand me the salt?
Dream, reaches for se salt
Blue, comes out of their room to hand Ink the salt
Error, opens a portal to hand Ink the salt
Everyone:
Ink, sweating: Look, I can explain
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densewentz · 7 months
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Heterochromia
Sandman Inktober Day 1! I'll be using the cringetober prompts bc reasons, and today gets Delirium with bonus!Dream 💕
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titaniaorion · 8 months
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Undress me 💖
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necrolexic0n · 9 months
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redraw of that one ink drawringggg
you guys tell me what he’s sayin idk what corny ahh line he used this time 💀
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alleesaur · 1 year
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BIG RUN IS IMMINENT
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beljar · 5 months
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All that I can tell you is that nothing can justify it, not even the most sacred ends in the world, not even peace itself.
Refaat Alareer, from Gaza Writes Back, 2014
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2012 mutagen is what 🌌🪱🥛
2012 Leo & MM Donnie, 2012 Raph & mm Mikey
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dailyedgeworth · 3 months
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today, i wanted to use watercolours but didnt find the waterproof pencil for the linework so heres a quick and warm maya in coloured pencils <3
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pokeberry5 · 6 months
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i finished the huntress (1989) o7
figuring out her face (high forehead legend):
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the woman, the myth, the legend: ms. helena bonham caprice herself
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helena left to find safety and peace....
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i was actually scared of what would happen once batman arrived so this introduction was hysterical
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inkskinned · 1 year
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glory be to the topsoil. to the worms. to the private church of mushrooms. what makes for a better angel than the quiet promise of decomposition - that thankless, endless task. returning to the earth: this is a final prayer.
you said to me - we understand so much of history through the lens of how each society handled death. i have been thinking about the funeral industry. about embalming. how the devil is supposed to be almost-human, charming. i was raised on teflon pans. the poison in my blood came from good intentions; sprinkled over pancakes and scrambled eggs. will those particles go, too, when i go?
i keep thinking about how many cultures personify death as being gentle. as being a friend. as being kind-of-beautiful. an outstretched hand. oh, we scowl so much at carrion birds; but they make their nests by the worship of a carcass. something about that feels beautiful to me.
i am often scared. i understand why some people seek immortality, even if it's not something i desire. i spend a lot of time worrying about coffins. i spend a lot of time thinking about how if they dug me up, my bones would tell very little about my soft spots. so many of my friends say - i just want to be a tree. i want to find a quiet space and go home. the other day, we got the bill from the funeral home, and i just stood there, staring. this is death?
you said: it's learning backwards. from how a society approaches death, we might learn how they celebrate life. i worry about what that means, sometimes. about what others will think about us. divorced from our contexts, maybe alien archivists will have a fondness for our tendency to call death sleep. maybe they will write essays titled towards the light: an analysis on how some sects of humanity worshipped solely facing east.
oh, there's so much about my life that won't survive. especially these days. there's so little that lasts in-the-same-shape. oh, if the universe is kind - i want them to know that we loved moss. that we loved lichen. that even decay could be beautiful for us; the little warm space of mulch. how i will go home, one day, in the body of a bird. in a worm. in a leaf.
how when we lay a body in the ground, we say: be at peace.
oh, to go to sleep so gracefully. when i go i want to leave no mark. i want the dirt to take me. // r.i.d & a.b
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Ink, shooing Dream away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.
Dream:
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 4 months
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What do the bad gays think of the stars? (Also, IN BAD(LYDRAWN)SANSES WE TRUST)
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Killer: they're pretty annoying… biting into apples in front of Dream is kinda funny though :), and stealing Ink's vials is even funnier! Killer's shirt: NO BITCHES? Horror: heh heh heh… Horror: well, they're okay. they liked me when i was shorter though (heh) Dust: …Swap's yelling gives me headaches , and Dream is a fucking eyesore . Ink is too violent and puts too much strength into his attacks. Dust: (he's probably going to end up killing one of us some day) Cross: Dream, I understand. Wanting to- help people, that is. Blue, whatever, probably got pulled in by the lure of fame and helping people. Ink… Cross: . . . Cross: What a giant fucking idiot you'd have to be to see good in such a horrible fucking person, huh? Cross's book: 101 pranks (and how to pull them off without getting caught) Nightmare: My brother is a very complex subject to talk about, but I can say with confidence that Ink is a reckless idiot and Swap Sans will not last in the environment and conditions he is in with the Stars.
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titaniaorion · 8 months
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Ripped tights are the only tights
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bekasativa · 1 month
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busting out of there hehe 😇😇😇
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amoralmorel · 2 months
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Based off of this post by @streetlight-halo that absolutely took over my brain when i first read it
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