#ink character

[evieebun125]

an art trade for  DramaOstrich

her body is an ink jar! its super neat!!

[osteobolt]

This is super old! I’m finding all this art that I just never uploaded!!

So I was hardcore into Bendy and the Ink Machine when I made this guy, he’s a Reaper that works with ink that constantly drips from his fingertips, which he’s bandaged up and attached pen nibs to because #aesthetic and it’s a more efficient way to use it. Take his pen, which is usually a normal size, activates it, and pulls an ink blade from the tip with his hands.  He reaps souls by pricking their bodies with the pen and writing their name in his book with their blood. If you do that with a living person’s blood, all kinds of messed up happens. So don’t do it.

[smol-soul-art]

“WitchHazel”

In celebration of Inktober! I honestly didn’t know this was a thing, I had been picking up trying to make inkblot art back in September just to try something new, you know? So probably once a week I’ll be transferring them from my canvas to digital and uploading!

[shslgyoshogirl]

Paradise, Prison Style | | Chapter Zero [Kaoru Urameshi]

Hope's Peak Academy was supposed to be her ticket out of that depressive shadow Kazue was supposed to call 'life'.

And she quite remembered almost rolling out of the car door and away from her parents when they'd arrived in front of the school, not even bothering to throw a 'Goodbye!' or 'I love you!' their way.

But now, laying on the grey cement with something akin to a keycard in her hand, Kazue felt a bitter sort of regret for not saying goodbye to her parents. She sat up and looked to the ceiling, cracking her neck rather audibly, and groaned.

Why, exactly, was she laying in a prison cell?

Kazue Shimatani, a calligrapher of all things.

The far wall was home to a door with a small slot on its surface, and when she held the card up she noted that it was likely her key to getting out.

She prepared to stand and, as if on cue, thought she heard somebody take a sharp breath. Kazue covered her mouth to silence a surprised yelp - because she really hated sudden noise and movement - and hesitantly turned to her left.

Oh, somebody's still sleeping.

The calligrapher slipped the pass into her cream-colored sweater and hesitantly reached for a puffy sleeve - a....black, puffy sleeve. That couldn't be school regulation. She looked more like a casual lolita than the average student.

Kazue was undeniably jealous though. Her hair was a beautiful color.

She changed course at the last second and instead gripped her arm with her unstained hand, giving it a few light shakes to prevent her from doing anything abhorrent - like screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Hey, get up please."