at this point, i come back like every other year and go "omg. remember glue" and shamelessly redraw them over and over
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@tempinksailblog
at this point, i come back like every other year and go "omg. remember glue" and shamelessly redraw them over and over
- mod sick
yes blog dead but also them
- mod sick
Do you have any sites that you use to gain revenue from your artwork? I’m debating trying to gain money from my own artwork and would like to know if there are any sites you recommend.
i dont earn money from my art, at least for now, so im unforunately not well versed in this stuff
a lot of people use ko-fi tho, so that’s all i can give you
- mod sick
A story by the title of "I met him at a train station"?
I Met Him At A Train Station
Template waited for the appointed time that he and the rest of the people at the train station could board the train. He watched as people talked in groups about the event they were going to participate in, which was a speedrunner's dream.
All of them were going to get provided a gameboy and a copy of the newest pokemon which had yet to be released to the public. They would have to complete it before the train would finish a round trip across the country, yet the first to complete it would win a large amount of money. Definitely a speedrunner's paradise.
Template was leaning against one of the pillars when he heard someone talking to him. "You look pretty ready for this!" The kid who said it looked like a bundle of energy with dried pain on his cheek, naturally messy light blonde hair that was shaved off on the sides of his head, and two different colored eyes. One was an emerald green and the other was a beautiful blue.
Template shook his head un response. "I'm as ready as everyone else." He said with a small chuckle. He wasn't here for the money anyways, just for the fun. The kid laughed in amusement and looked over when his mother caught up with him. Templare just focused on something else instead, waiting for his own parents to come back. That's his main reason for staying near the pillar with a phone in his hand.
It wasn't long until his parents came back and they got aboard the train together. Template sat in between his parents in one of the back seats of the train car, watching kids pass by with their parents to find their own seats, some next to new or old friends.
Template saw a familiar mess of blonde hair and made eye contact for a moment with the kid from before. The kid smiled bedore telling his mother that they should sit in the seats next to Template's. Once the kid sat, ge waved at the other, who waved back in return.
The kid tried to get Template's attention after a moment. "Hey!" It worked since Template did look over to see who was shouting already. When he noticed, he asked his parents if he can switch to the edge. "I'm Ink, you?" The kid introduced himself as soon as he could.
"Template. It's nice to meet you, Ink." Template responds, slightly quiet. He gave a nervous smile as he got comfortable in his new seat.
Ink looked ready to talk more but the staff had silenced the entire car to explain the rules. Then they handed out gameboys, with the game in it already, as the train started to move. It was clear Ink already started by that point so Template did as well.
He felt a bit anxious, with this whole chance that felt like a dream yet couldn't help but smile as he played. Ink seemed to mostly just be happy as he played with a beaming smile.
All of them played for a good majority of the day. When Template started yawning and rubbing his eyes by nightfall, he ended up deciding to take a break for now. Ink tapped his shoulder not too long later.
"You done already?!" He asked, leaning over into the isle somewhat. Template shook his head.
"Only for now. Break time." He says and after a moment he gets a small idea. He stands up and heads over to the other. "Scoot over, please." Ink does so, having his mom scoot over as well, and smiled bright as Template sat next to him. "Let's take a break together, if you don't mind."
"Mhm!" Ink paused his game and put it beside him. "We can get to know each other!" Template nodded but before he could speak, Ink was already asking him questions like about where he's from and his glasses and his reasons for being here and-
His mother patted his shoulder to make him pause. "Slow down, honey." Ink looked at her for a moment before he smiled and looked back at Template.
"You ask something first!" He offers, ignoring all the questions he asked before.
"Well..." Template hummed in thought for a moment before pointing at Ink's painted cheek. "Do you paint?" Ink paused before he realized how the other noticed and started explaining the different kinds of art he does. He lost track of what he was talking about at one point but Template just asks another question to keep the conversation going.
Template didn't know if he was going to make a friend through this, but he was glad to have met Ink.
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I'm not exactly proud of this one but uhhh here
~Mod Taco
Hello Can I take your comics for translation into Russian and art for publication in my group? They will be published with a link to you
it’s fine as long as you keep that credit in check :)
- mod sick
Just down right tired
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@tempinksailblog made a wonderful story so I decided I would draw something for it
(I also wanted to draw template really bad)
It’s a simple drawing but I hope you enjoy!
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Art by me
Story @tempinksailblog
Template @unu-nunu-art
Aaa thank you!! This is really neat,,, i appreciate it!!
~Mod Taco
my birthday gift for mod taco!!
i’m posting it here bc it’s only the slightest bit relevant and i can do what i want
- mod sicko mode
[YouTube Link]
I had so much fun drawing Ink and Template falling, semi long ago, so i decided to draw Bao falling too.
Now i just want to draw everyone falling
One day i’ll get good at shading.
But not today
What do you mean?? This looks really good!! Ur shading is good u weenie!!
~Mod Taco
@tempinksailblog
Sometimes, it’s the first time that’s most memorable
I love ur art but as ur dad im upset with these tags
~Mod Taco
Plan B
No prompt since the origin is just me wanting to write this in general!
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Template wouldn't be able to tell much on what happened after the dinner with the nobles. He wasn't in a place to be in a political knowledge sphere as ironic as it might seem. He mostly knew what was happening through Ink and the king wasn't saying anything about it. Things felt normal to Template so he just didn't ask about it.
Things only became strange way later when Template found Ink sitting on his throne all alone. No guards, commoners, nobles, chancellors or advisors. Just Ink.
He was just staring at the other side of the throne room. There was nothing there but he watched it none the less. Template wondered what was up with him yet didn't know if he should approach. He just decided to do so since the worst could be him being told off.
"Ink?" He muttered maybe too quiet since Ink didn't respond at first. He didn't want to say it again though just in case he did hear.
"He's going to fight me with all he's got, huh?" The king said with a monotone voice. Template didn't say anything to see if Ink would continue that thought since he didn't understand what the other meant. "Error is going to war just for me, to fulfill his hatred filled goal."
Template's breath hitched at that tyrant's name. A war? Really? "What are you going to do then?"
"Wait for him here. His soldiers will busy mine as he comes to get me himself. He won't find satisfaction in hearing me be dead. I know that much." Ink sits up a bit as if confirming his resolve. "We'll just see who's better then."
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Template waited a long time just outside of the throne room. He was told to leave so that if Error did come, Ink could fight his battle alone. Template didn't plan to just let Ink lose though.
Ink would get food from servants but otherwise was unbothered for a very long time. Template would sneak into the kitchen to steal food when he could and take it back to his post.
A lot of fighting happened outside of the castle so it was strangely quiet for the most part. A lot of the staff was allowed to go for a "vacation" of sorts so the castle in general was pretty empty. Template only ran into Dream's family with Pale as he got food or waited around. Dream would talk to him with the youngest twins occasionally adding something in, but usually it just helped pass the time.
The fated day finally cqme at the end of the war between the two kingdoms. Error walked his way down the throne room covered in battle scars.the kingdom of destruction was best at assassination, not close combat to this scale. He only made the battle even by his number of forces he "gathered" and trained over the years. Now he could stand in the throne room across from Ink.
"So it's finally time." Ink said in a tone like he didn't care if they ended up in a fight to the death or not. Error smiled wide and maliciously at the other.
"It's finally the day I can tear you down from that fucking high horse of yours." He responds with a sharp tone. Ink grins as he stands up and catches the sheathed sword that was behind him. Template reacts by clutching his knife he stole from the kitchen.
Template watched the two duel from his hiding spot, not planning to just join in yet. He winced when Error barely missed Ink and tightened his grip on the wall as well as his blade. Ink added battle scars to the other as he gained some of his own through slight slip ups. It almost hurt to watch.
Error managed to get behind Ink where his defense lacked. It was too late for the other to react, for he was already falling to his knees and clutching his shoulder. Error had managed to get a painful enough wound to make the king fall. That's when Template decided to make his move.
"I told you, Ink. You were destined to fall." Error said triumphantly, raising his blade. Ink seemed to close his eyes and accept it but he just seemed to be met with silence before choked gasps. After about a minute worth of time, Ink actually opened his eyes confused. Was death that quick?
He looked back to see Template breathing heavily and holding a slightly bloody and dusty knife. No, that can't be right. It was Error, who had a sword. He deal with the pain as he stood up and stumbled forward.
When he looked back again he still saw Template and the knife. The only knew thing was the piling dust in front of Template he spotted as he fell to his knees again.
Template looked surprised before rushing over to catch the other. "I'll get uou to the castle's hospital ward-" he says quickly. "Hang in there!"
Ink took a moment to register the other's presence. "I can get there myself... I don't want to bleed out on you."
"After all I've gone through because of you, you think I care about a little bit of blood?" Template responds as he rushed off. Ink laughed.
"Did you just admit I'm an ass?" Ink grinned wide.
"Oh my god. Let's just concern ourselves on whether or not a doctor is there and not that dumb deal." Template says as he leans his head down as best he could to peck the other's cheek. Ink laughed louder this time and said nothing more as if silently agreeing.
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Hey at least I didn't kill Ink this time!
~Mod Taco
Template x Ink(?? Idk
Me: “You don’t need to spend a lot of time on it, it’s supposed to be only a doodle”
Also me: “How about I do it anyway”
THEYRE SO CUTE
~Mod Taco
Some tempink after a few months of not having it
Ink - comet
Template - unu-nunu-art
UwU @tempinksailblog
THEYRE SO CUTE AND SOFT A
~Mod Taco
A Noble Dinner
A prompt from Ao3!
"he sat there quietly not making a sound. Nothing at all,It seemed as if he were dead. If he was told to do something he would get up and do it without a peep, Without a comment...... Without a smile...."
- @thebreathingeyes
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"Do I really have to wear this?" Template asks as he looks down at the neatly folded dress in his hands. It was at least simpler from the one he wore at the ball.
"We can't let up the lie now, can we?" Ink's grin was bothering Temolate by making him uneasy to continue following the other's ideas. "The nobles under me gave planned this dinner to to me why they're upset and would like you there as well. It would make sense to have your partner there when that's what they're upset about anyways."
Template just sighed and nodded in response. He didn't like being the reason for the problem but je could do nothing more than just go put the dress on. For both the events, Template didn't mind the dress aspect but rather Ink's plans of lies was his main concern above all else.
Template only asked a question once he got the dress on. "Are you sure the lie can keep going like this?" Ink continued to grin like things were fine.
"Haven't you noticed that I'm pretty good at lies and secrets?" He answered. "We can manate this. If not, we can always split up and I find someone different to be the partner in crime." Template looked away for a moment of silence.
"I see..." He says and pauses again. "I'll go with it then." Ink pats his head with a small chuckle.
"I can't even tell anymore if it's because of our little deal about me or if it's something else." He says, seeming a bit happy about it. "You're getting good at this." Template just shook his head and sat on Ink's bed. The king put his hands on his hips. "Come on now. The dinner is about to start.
"Oh... sorry. I didn't know." Template mutters as he gets back up. He takes Ink's hand when it's offered but nothing calms the anxiety he starts to feel as he walks down the hall with the other to the dining room.
Some of the nobles were unfortunately already there, looking at the two as they walked in. Ink smiled like nothing was wrong and Template kept a straught face to look fine.
After the two sat down, more nobles arrived. All glanced at Template, some seeming a bit angry, before sitting in a seat. The black skeleton just avoided their glances and tightened his grip on Ink's hand since they never properly let go.
The nobles and Ink talked about Template this and Template that. The mentioned one just kept his gaze and mind off them. He sat there quietly not making a sound. Nothing at all. It seemed as if he were dead almost. Without a comment... Without a smile. He ate the food when it came out and savored every bite. He didn't know the next time he get luxury level food after all.
It seemed like the nobles mostly talked about was the king not choosing at least one of their daughters anyways. It was stupid stuff to Template and even Ink thought the same. The king lost his smile once complaints had started after all. He kept making reasonable reasons for not leaving Template and even gave reasons to reject the nobles' offers of daughters he could be with instead.
Since Template wasn't paying attention much at all he was taken by surprise when he got a kiss on the cheek from Ink. Even when it happened again later he was left surprised. Temolate would pay attention for the moment it happened, as if drawn back ingo the comversation by them, before just focusing on eating instead.
"As I said, I don't really care." Ink says with a finished plate in front of him. "And I won't ever. This was a worthless meeting." He looks over at Template's plate and genuinely smiles when he sees it's empty. "Looks like dinner is over anyways. Me and my partner shall get going."
Template takes that as the cue to be ready to get up when Ink does, which isn't long after. They still held each other's hands as they went to walk out. "But your h-" While Template didn't look, he could tell by the sudden silence that Ink gave the speaker a very upset look. It was clear not to question further.
The way back to the room wasn't long since the dining room wasn't far away anyways. Ink sat on his bed and once again smiles at Template. "See? Things went fine."
Template sighed and sat on the bed next to Ink. "I guess, but what about later? When they find out?"
"We'll see. For now, let's just try not to have that happen." Ink answers simply and optimistically. He pecks Template's cheek before moving to lay down. "Just get some rest or get ready to do so. I don't care which."
Template thought for a moment before deciding he was too lazy tight now and laid back next to Ink. Luckily the dress was simple enough to be like a nightgown. The king seemed to find it a bit amusing with the small chuckle he does but Template doesn't bother to ask. He just wonders how long this will go on for.
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I'm!!! Sorry for posting this late but a lot happened sunday that i forgot it was even Sunday. Back then i started a 16 hour drive home,,packing since early morning to only getting home at 3 am on a Tuesday. Wack, yeah?
Well there's one last thing before I have no prompts to even post so!! Thatll be next Sunday, and hopefully on time.
~Mod Taco
@tempinksailblog
the gays
THE SOFT BABIES,,,, I LOVE THEM!
~Mod Taco
Это старая штука и делалась для одного человека, но чёт как то не срослось До сих пор не очень доволен этим полу-скетчем, но все равно выложу, чтоб был
Aww this is very cute!! I don't understand Russian but i still love the art ;;
~Mod Taco
If your still doing writing prompts uh what about this? A depressed template and a not knowing ink. (its okay if ya dont wanna do it, have a nice day/night!)
Down Right Tired
Ink turned his key to Template's apartment in the lock before opening the door to head in. It was strangely quiet though, surprising to Ink. Naturally during this time of the day Template played music or watched anime since he took a break around the time most people had dinner. Ink was observant enough to notice this pattern of Template's a week after knowing the other, though the writer never seemed to plan on it. That would be a difference between the two.
Template just does things as he feels like and makes plans as he goes about his day. Ink meanwhile spends some time thinking ahead on how to manage balancing his job, commissions, and sleep. He had to since two of those gave him money and support himself. Luckily he had set work hours and knew how long each commission type takes so he can work around those hours to get them done in a satisfying amount of time.
Ink had the free time to stop by so he did but was slightly not pleased that something was different about this time. He decided to search the house for Template bit after a moment, Ink wondered if the other had a work schedule change or went out. Last Ink knew, the other worked early mornings and came back home in the afternoons besides one or two days.
Apparently the schedule didn't change since Ink found Template laying in bed. He didn't know if the other was sleeping or not.
"Template?" He called out to see if he'd get some kind of reaction. He did as Template shifted and soon sat up to look at the other.
"S-sorry. Must've dozed off on accident." The writer says as he moves to the side of the bed to put on his glasses. Ink just observed as he sat down next to the other. Since Template had his glasses put to the side on the nightstand, Ink didn't see it as an accidental nap.
"Thanks for waking me though." Template continues. "We don't get to hang out much between work so it's good to see you."
Temolate's hand landed on Ink's as the writer smiled, not seeming to notice at first. There was a small pause. "Your hand is on mine."
Template blinked before he pulled his hand away and looked in the opposite direction of the other. "Sorry-" ink grew more confused as his face scrunched up a bit. Emotions weren't his forte.
"Well weren't we gonna watch the one anime you probably talked about a lot since you said we could when I come over next?" Ink asks. Template blinks at him confused because of the way it was explained but soon realized.
"Oh, right. We were." He scoots out of bed to stand up. "Mob Psycho 100, yeah?"
"I think so." Ink stands up with the other. "You said I'd like it." Template nods and finally smiles.
"Mhm! Go wait on the couch for me, okay?" Template heads out of the room with a new set of motivation. Ink follows after him but goes to sit on the couch like requested. Template quickly had started getting the anime ready as he ranged facts about it and gave a quick summary before it started.
Once it did start, the two were comfortably sitting on the couch to watch. Judging by the time, they could finish the first season before Ink was supposed to leave for work. The artist focused on watching it for Template, not even noticing that the writer was dozing off until he was fully asleep against him.
Ink found it strange. Normally Template stayed up a bit longer than this to work on his novel. Plus he usually didn't fall asleep watching anime, even if he's seen it plenty of times.
Ink kept watching though, even if he didn't see what could be up with Template to make him act more tired and less willing to stay up. He would at least finish the first season for the other and then leave for work. Maybe the other can then ramble away about his favorite parts of the season and things he found interesting or cool later. That's how it normally is, right?
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If you didn't notice, this is the third part to the 3 am 7/11 au! I, miss the neighbors across the hall,,,
Also im glad this is easier to post than my multichapter story im ALMOST done with even if both have two different places they go on
~Mod Taco
Am late but happy birthday Taco :>
Am also late but thank u!! U were actually on time. Me? Nah
Only answering for time basis
~Mod Taco