#onceinkedstained

[birusoda]

Pats head. Pats face. Just patpatpatpatpatpat.

henry! i thought the ink monster had you dead already!

[drewgod]

Meets Joey outside his studio at 2 A.M to kick his ass.

What the fuck. That’s not Walt.

“ I’m afraid this wasn’t an open offer, Henry. ”

@onceinkedstained

[inkcrowned]

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T TTT TTT HANK YOu .... !! ;;;

[pathofthedemon]

⛧▐ RILEY in: Smokin’ Sticks ! With @onceinkedstained !▐ ⛧

  ✧･ﾟ: *  ★  ‘ what’s that in your mouth, Mister Henry ? ‘

------ asks the child as he leans over the animator’s desk. admittedly, he had been trying to get a look at what sort of FUN ADVENTURES the lead animator was drawing his favorite li’l devil darlin’ in now but ------ oops, now that funny little stick in the man’s mouth got the child’s attention.

------ sammy, you should really be watching your kid.

  ✧･ﾟ: *  ★  ‘ is it yummy, Mister Henry ? ‘

[flowtheink]

⊱ [ X ] | [ @onceinkedstained ]  ⊰ 

oh, perfect, maybe the smoke alarm will wake him up then 'cause SHE’S CLACKIN’ THE TRIGGER OF HER LIGHTER & TAKING OUT A STOKE .

YOU UNDERESTIMATE THE DEVIL FRENCH WOMAN .

[devi-the-devil]

[ hey, I just found you and this is crazy but I love your bloggo so have a good day maybe?? ]

// have a good day yourself!! thank you!

[inkyxdevil-blog]

@onceinkedstained

Henry didn’t know whether take this as an insult or what. Instead, he simply brushes it off, much to tired for anything at the moment.

“My cig is soaked. I ain’t relaxin’.”

Gruff out the male, not pleased at all once seeing his ink soak cigarette.

Why was he even denied the simplest thing in life in this hellhole?

🖋 ┊◸ Arms crossed over his chest, he raised an eyebrow- or rather made one pop into existence on his face, and then raised it at the other. Climbing up on his desk, and looking at the grumpy man, he stuck out his tongue, and still looked somewhat annoyed.

             ❛ Yeesh, who pissed in your cereal this mornin’ grump master?                   Take a breather would ya? You bein’ pissy ain’t gonna make the                   day go by any faster.  ❜  ◿

[sorrynotanymore]

@onceinkedstained liked for a starter!

      Humans were fragile creatures--physically, emotionally, and mentally. It was a fact that AQ had become aware of long before now. However, why the chaotic entity found herself revisiting this truth, however, was something that had left her feeling puzzled for a few hours, now. It was connected mainly to one man--a creation, a human whose life existed in the hands of another higher being. She’d drawn connections to creatures like him before--finding herself concerned for their happiness and general well-being, but never as far as her concern for this man.

      She proceeds to run over the possible reasons--first, simply, he’s old. In human standards, his body was on a decline in physical strength, despite how he played off hurt knees and backs like nothing was wrong. Second, he’s experienced suffering--the causing and receiving of pain had been written into his life, and there were some repercussions to possibly be examined. Thirdly, the current situation--the world he existed in, the story he was currently running through. The exploration, the drops and falls, the injuries, the chases, the fears, the betrayals--his story was riddled and laced with potentials for pain. She recognized it. In a way, some parts of her were drawn to it--to him, his life, and the world he existed in.

      Why shouldn’t she be? After becoming exposed to everything through him, she’d begun to thrive again--she’d feasted on the potentials and already existent suffering for days, now, and there was still more than enough for her to feed on. Even the connection she’d developed with him had some form of potential, one that left her secretly picturing scenarios in which that potential came to fruition. However, the scenarios that involved him facing harm or a danger of death..didn’t excite her as they normally would. She found herself reluctant to imagine them, feeling uncomfortable when she thought about it for too long.

      It’s after she again dwells on the idea that she finds herself floating over the thick puddles of ink, shrinking down to her more child-like size, and landing before walking to find the “older” man, reaching to take and gently squeeze his hand..

“...Papa?” Perhaps that, too, had something to do with it--the connection being built somehow on the idea that she had a familial tie to him. She’d understand herself, surely..one day, it would all make sense. “If it were possible for me to die, like you..and I died, down here..would you miss me? Would you be sad? How would you react if..you somehow saw me die? What if you saw someone kill me? What would you do?”