#inkbow

[soysaucevictim]

"No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue..."

Summary: Radio Station AU. A bit of Inky’s past…

Characters/Pairing: Inky + Bow (with a minor mention of Creep.)

Warning(s): Loss (missing persons)

Disclaimer: Goes without saying, but I take no credit for the original works of which this has been derived: The Lorax by Theodor Seuss Geisel et al and corresponding ask blog (mods). Not to mention the massive help offered by Louise to get this off the ground.

     The attack came on suddenly, and it was quite possibly the most terrifying episode Inky had suffered since childhood. He was jolted awake early that morning, gasping and coughing. He scrambled over to his bedside drawer for his emergency inhaler; hoping it wouldn’t get any worse as he sucked in the medication.

     But his face had felt like it was on fire, in spite of the pervasive winter chill of his room. And he couldn’t breathe.

     Inky’s chest terrifyingly tighter than anything he was used to. He sat there on his dorm bed. Clenching the bed sheets weakly, sweating, his lips and fingernails an alarming shade of blue at that point. He waited no longer to dial 911 into his cell, it was getting worse, he was losing his strength to talk as his plea trailed off at the operator, “… cAn’T… bReAtHe.”

     Inky’s wheezing rapidly became silent as he felt like he was going to pass out. He still couldn’t breathe. He drowned in the minutes, as his vision began to tunnel and the overwhelming feeling of fatigue enveloped him.

     It felt like he was going to die. Suffocating.

     Drowning.

     Black out.

---

     It was just over three years ago and Inky loved him. Out for errands, early that December, holiday shopping. He said he would come right back home. The young man just laughed and teased him about what presents he had in store over the phone; joyful seasonal music from the stores eking through it that afternoon.

     Inky restlessly handled a catalog the local mall had sent them, finger in place on a certain type of clothing item. They had so enthusiastically dog-eared the thick book as soon as it had arrived.

     “It’s getting LaTe…” Inky stared at his alarm clock, it was getting past closing times, he checked.

     He was hesitant, however to believe anything was wrong, not wanting to let his imagination run too wild. He was probably just stuck in a traffic jam or distracted by the cute bowties surely on display or, or it must be those crazy lines in the mall. He’d be back at their dorm in a few hours… right?

     But with one vague and clipped and panicked goodbye message being sent to Inky’s voicemail, he knew something went wrong.

     Pacing around his room for at least another hour, he finally called the police. He nearly choked as he told the operator, “I n-need to report a m-MiSsInG person.”

---

     “… last seen at the Greenville Megamall… blue eyes… 6’… 20 years old… uncharacteristic absence… failed to get to work… family is extremely worried… report to the GPD if you have any leads.”

     Inky stared at the report he filed, his entire body shaking from the experience of trying to remain clearheaded when writing it up. Inky was staring at the photo he provided; it was a picture of them both that he cropped himself out of for the poster. They looked so blithe and oblivious in the original, he wearing his birthday gift around his neck, it was a summer afternoon. He struggled to write on the report just how much his dear friend really meant to him- probably more than his own family ever did. To Inky, it felt like the ground beneath him had started to crumble.

     He spent the following weeks straddling feelings of intense pain and emotional numbness. He ached terribly everywhere. It was amazing how he could even fall asleep, but then it had to have been the exhaustion.

     The trail was cooling down fast. With the stress and despair, he suffered a major attack, barely into the Spring Semester. He honestly didn’t know if he could still attend school, days after he was released from the hospital.

     “Hey, man… I heard what happened.” It was a student wearing a cast on his forearm.

     Inky was silent, unable to really respond.

     “I’ll, uh, keep my eyes peeled.”

     “Th-ThAnKs.”

---

     Inky dropped out before midterms came around.

     He was not looking forward to being alone for this December.

[maeofclubs]

I'm starting to think the askblogs planned a coordinated attack. There are too many feel-inducing events for this to be a coincidence.

[eleegiac]

I don't ship that much oncest...

however I do ship Steamcest and Inkbow... Even though bow is... Uh...... Yeah.... ANYWAY, those are the only two I ship. Is that weird?

[all-american-oncest-blog]

I...feel sort of awkward posting this, all things considered, but I need some sort of happy thoughts to cheer myself up. So here goes.

I have a Camp Weehawken headcanon for Ink and Bow. I think that Ink would be the overprotective one. He's shy and quiet, but fiercely overprotective...especially of Bow. They'd go on nature hikes with Counselor Lorax and Bow might trip over something and skin his knee. Inky would be right there to scoop him up and tend to the wound. And later they'd go off together, and thinking perverse thoughts, Swag would go into the woods to 'catch them in the act', but when he stumbles upon them, they're sitting on a log, holding hands while Ink whittles at a piece of wood, making presents for Bow. 

For those of you who know Hetalia, I see Ink as the Sweden to Bow's Finland. Quiet and overprotective, and he'd literally do anything for Bow. 

[lucidartist]

~if I'm missing a ship please send it to me~

[theoncelerscorner]

Awkwardly late Camp Weehawken headcannon

A few days before Bow-tie closed his account, I noticed that he was one of the only Once-lers who hadn't made a Camp Weehawken profile yet, and I hadn't seen any headcannons for him(if there were, I'm sorry, I didn't see it). So I thought it would be cute to doodle something for him. I put it aside because of scanner issues and kind of forgot about it until today. Obviously...the scanner wasn't the biggest reason for why I hesitated in posting this.

I'm sorry. I really am. I still feel uneasy about posting this. But I can't apologize for something I made before it happened, and I think if anything, Bow would have been happy to know that we wanted him a part of Camp, too. I'm not going to submit it to the Camp Weehawken blog or anything. I honestly hope not too many people see it. Please don't take offense. I just wanted Bow to know I was thinking of him, that's all.  Bow, wherever you are, you are dearly missed. This will likely be the last thing I contribute to the Inkbow tag :(

Back in the day, Bow wore hair bows because they were easier to wear with the camp uniform. He was the friendly, happy kid that everyone seemed to gravitate toward, even if not everyone understood his affinity for bows. He had his awkward moments, but it was hard for people not to like him once they got to know him.

(left to right: Bitter, Entre, Swag, Bow, Greedler and Oncie(?) )

He was friendly toward everyone and made a point of always making sure the other kids felt included in camp activities. 

That's how he and Ink initially met, in fact. 

And though being nice made him an easy target for bullying sometimes, it never got out of hand, because Ink was always there to protect him.

[all-american-oncest-blog]

okay that's it. I'm screaming with how hard I'm crying I can't fuckibg belies my pabrrnts aren't coming in here to seem what the fuck is the matged with md

[theoncelerscorner]

This needs an extra layer or two of shading (not to mention a background, haha), but I'm about to start my second job soon, so everything in my sketchbook needs to go now or it'll never get done. 

If I sold my soul to the art gods, would that earn me a tablet? Because this took way too long for something that's not even colored :(