#inkgrin

[inkcrowned]

          It seemed like days had passed since the big demon had stumbled around, gurgling about the shards of memories he had left. Odd smiles and words directed at him, everyone was so big.. and now everyone was so small. But the more he curled up in his ink-stained nest the more he remembered... The more clear the faces and names in this head got. 

                    And the next time he remembered; he woke up. 

          Upon opening his eyes; he didn’t recognize anything... In a dim-lit desk-boarded up area that vaguely resembled the artists' stations, he used to frequent. It was quiet where he was and he didn’t like it... He didn’t like it at all. 

                    “ H-Hello? ... Nickel?.... Susie?” 

                                                                     @inkgrin  &&  @crookedhalc

[pathesis]

*knocks on Miracle Station door* MEeErrRrRyyYyyY ChrIIiiiIIISssssssMaaaAaaaAaassSSSs

SHOO!

[birusoda]

ẖ̸̵̛̖̫̻̼̣̥̻̙͔̟̥̲͚͓̓ͪͧͨͤͨͮ̎̿̂ͨͭ͑̚͡͡U͋̓ͫ̓́̄ͥ҉̨̻̮̰̥̬̝͓͖̱̩͙͙̭̺̠̕ͅͅǦ̴̢̙̣̺̫̜͚̭̫̹̭͙̝ͥͧ̈͒̊̐ͤ̾̀̕ͅ ̶̶̺̜̪͒̒ͪͥͥ̋͑̓́͛̅̓ͭ̀͘͝ͅM͕̹̻̠̄́ͯ̓̆͢͢ȩ̷͈̳̞̟͔̦͉͍̯͍͆̑̃ͨͨ̏̐̆ͣ͆̾͋͛̊̌͒ͫ̕ͅe̼̺͎̬̗̗̖̻͓̪ͬ͑̓̍̃̋̋̓ͨ̾̆̿̾̏̌͘͜͞͠e̓̂̎̀ͧ̓̈́͒ͭ̈́ͫͣ̒͑҉̧̢̼̙̱̪͍̬̻̱̠̪̼̘̰̬̪͟ͅȩ̷̙͕̦̜̼̦̹̪̱͙̳̙̈́͐̈́̀̚͝ͅͅę̴̸̶͔̜͖̜̾̿ͫ͐͐͢ͅḙ̛̱̪͉̗͚̫͙̤̮̭̩͗̃̿ͤͭͩȩ̸̥̖̭̦̹̟͉̭̐ͪ̆ͦ̆̄͞è̷̷̵̠͉̼͈͕̰̜̙̣̩̦̜͔̭͔͙̥̘̊̍̓͋͗͂ͦ̓ͦ̇ͅ

WE DON’T EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER THAT WELL!

[inkheld-blog]

             Henry groaned as he finished another sketch, rubbing his eyes as he tipped his head back, closing his eyes. 

              He thought he heard something but ignored it, whoever it was would think he's sleeping and leave him alone... he hoped. 

                                                                                       @inkgrin

[crookedhalc]

❝Why are you trying to hide from me?❞

“Threaten Starters, starring @inkgrin​ ᵎ

         ❝Whose hiding? ❞

The intercoms, now crackling with age and occasionally distorting a message trying to pass through, oozed with not ink – but venom, as the angel replied from behind the shut doors of her sanctuary. She, hide? The demon needn’t speak the words, Alice could feel them. They had been around each other long enough that every chirp & click made was, for the most part, translated with ease. Whether or not the beast meant it genuinely or in a mocking manner didn’t matter, her mind went defensive immediately. As if that was new. He couldn’t touch her again, not after all of the progress she had made over the years.

❝ Has it ever crossed that ink-clogged brain of yours that maybe I’d prefer to keep my distance? You know; as far, far away from the–how do I put this?–filth, as possible. ❞

       Perhaps there was a touch of fear. Fear, that it would never know of if she had a say in it.

[birusoda]

sQUATS-!!

(FRANTIC RU N NING AND YELLING)

[inkwise]

@inkgrin wandered in the studio.

It’s late. He’s pretty sure that several of his co-workers have already clocked out for the night, and it will probably be wise for him to do the same. But, god damn it, he is going to have this shot done even if it kills him.

This sketch, though, is proving to be more trouble than the character he’s supposed to be drawing. With yet another frustrated sigh, the page is crumbled under his hand and Henry chucks it in the direction of the trash bin. This is incredibly infuriating.

“ Why can’t I figure this one out? ”

[whenyouareevil]

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Why da bowtie? Ya got somethin' against bowties?

-- Look yourself in a mirror and you’ll find the answer.