#toxic ink

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[hayatheauthor]

"Why do you care so much about accidentally leaving people out?" Because I've had friend groups where they were the planets and I was their Pluto.

I've had friend groups where our dynamics revolved around a Sun, with everyone vying for their attention if only to bask in their light for a mere moment. Where our thinly strung bonds collapsed the second our Sun left.

I've had friend groups where they bonded as Saturn's rings, finding solace in their shared shortcomings while isolating those more talented than them.

But I've also had friend groups where we bond as Neptune and Uranus—so similar we could be known as twins. Friend groups like Venus and Earth: so awfully different, yet it was those differences that kept us together.

And I would rather create a social system like the latter than the former.

[azurem]

??? We're literally married??? Yuri married at that

[zu-is-here]

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[cakesmelons]

Found this in the canvas layers and I won't be finishing it..... Whoops! 😅

[heycallmeplease]

“You have changed bro ” yeah I stopped people pleasing now.

[archonghoul]

Finally, the last of the requests I'll be posting until further notice! 😂🥳🎉

We have Error about to give someone a Bad Time, Ink (a likely recipient of said Bad Time) and Swad, who looks entirely too happy while holding blades. 😆☀ (Want to see the nsfw Reaper request I couldn't post here? Links below! uwu Surprisingly, this Reaper pic was the only nsfw request I ever got LMAO)

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[soul-from-another-era]

Don't settle for a temporary escape from loneliness that leads to long-term pain.

[mochatai]

eugh get a room…

[berlingotesque]

I forgot about pride month but the second I remembered I knew I had to literally beg you on my knees to draw more Norman x Sammy content. (Also I literally love your style so much🩷)

I was literally so caught up in other personal projects, I completely forgot about my asks !! So happy end of Pride Month, everyone ! :D

(And thank you so much, I’m delighted that you like my artstyle 😭💖)

[coolingrosa]

My concept of the fallen stars.

[azurem]

I feel that once the inkmare™ gets official Nightmare would just have the sudden urge to dress Ink up in super royal looking clothes with lots of moon emblems because he's too into the idea of officializing Ink as "his consort"........ he definitely doesn't know how to bring it up so he assigns a 30 min period once a week just to fantasize about it like. like normal people do. yknow

[yourmelancholickid]

you apologize for the words you said,not the wounds you cut or the scars that stayed

[daughterofchaosstuff]

A healing stage is disgust. Yes, disgust.

You will be disgusted by the people whose love you sought. You will be embarrassed about the choices you made and the people who had access to you who didn't deserve it. And this is one of those things that helps you the most to move on because now you know ...like really KNOW... that you need to do better for yourself.

Feel this feeling and let it go. That will never be you again.

[fairydrowning]

– Poetry: Molly Burford, Instagram Account: "mollyburford"

– Visuals: Zainab Hudha, Instagram Account: "from.zainab"

[Text ID: you are under no / obligation to stay in places / you no longer want to be, / even if those places exist only / in your mind and heart. End ID]

[infprincesss]