Well, the previous post didn’t get much notes-
Let’s see how well this one will do!
Well, the previous post didn’t get much notes-
Let’s see how well this one will do!
If Dark had magic what would it be?
If he had magic, it would definitely have to do with singing and ink (well, because he’s a musician and he’s made of ink)
I think he would control the ink, but to do that, he would have to sing all the time
Perhaps he would have the power to control not only ink, but any drawing/writing materials that are liquid enough
He would be able not only to control ink flows, like the waterbenders or something, but also to summon the Lost Ones and change his appearance
(Just imagine him needing to fight someone, and he just does a whole musical number, like Garnet did when she fought Jasper in SU)
It seems, that hard times are passed and I have some time before exam period-
And after all the stress I’ve been in for the past few weeks, I could reeeeeally use something to get my mind away from studying for a bit-
Asks? Requests? Maybe even RPs?
*hugs you* thank you, darling ;-;
I’m having a rough time rn-
Can I have some virtual hugs?
Hey, let’s talk about Dark and ✨love✨
You know, Sweet, albeit very awkwardly and ineptly, was showing Dark signs of affection. Like, he was clearly letting it be known that Dark was his favorite, following him everywhere and trying to protect him, listening only to him, constantly trying to touch him, like hold his hand or hug him.
I mean, well, it’s very much like the projectionist has a soft spot for the prophet. So why didn’t Dark notice that?
I thought about it, and I had this idea
What if Dark simply doesn’t understand the very concept of love? Yes, he knows there’s a thing called “love”, but he can’t really understand what it means. And he can’t understand how it feels.
He knows what joy is and can distinguish it from sadness. He can even tell the difference between irritation and anger. Because he has a clear idea of how these emotions are supposed to feel, even if it is rather primitive.
(for example, fear = the desire to run and hide, tension all over the body at the same time as some mystical weakness, breathlessness and ringing in the ears).
But the concept of love is too vague for him to realize and identify in himself. Also, it is complicated by the fact that there are several kinds of love at once, like love for a family, love for a friend, and love for a partner. And even love for your partner can be different, like romantic love and sexual love.
(and also let’s not forget that Dark struggles with understanding of his own worth A LOT. This makes it difficult to even think about being loved by someone).
It’s all just too complicated and confusing for this poor man, can someone please explain it to him dhdjjddk
Hey, hi, hello
I wanna ask you- 👉👈
Do you like when I dump some random info on my AUs?
Or was it better when I was quite and just dropping some art every now and then?
*Gently slides in*
For starters, Sweet remembers Dark from the time they were human. Ever since then, the poor mechanic has had a soft spot for him
He didn’t recognize Dark immediately, of course, but he did after the battle. Dark overpowered him and showed him his strength. And Sweet respects strength
Plus, Dark, even after becoming inky and a little crazy, acted like a cinnamon bun. Which Sweet liked a lot, and therefore his crush became even stronger than when they were both human-
I think that if these two kids met, they would get along-
(I’m sorry it’s sketchy af, but it’s the best I can do rn hxjdjdjdh)
My parents left me alone at night and I felt uneasy. I’m not sure if it was the sounds from the street or if my brain decided to play a joke on me, but I kept feeling like I wasn’t alone in the apartment
Thanks to the people from Discord who decided to take the time to sit with me in the voice chat. This calmed me down a bit and I looked around the apartment, making sure there was no one else in the apartment but me
The last one for the party-
Happy pride month friendo :D, sorry I'm a bit late on telling you lmfao XD, but Ily ur awesome, and I'm proud of you, and if you haven't eat and drink if you can. idk i felt the need ta tell ya m8 <]. ✨❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍💖💓💞💕 \(uwu\) luvb
Hhhhhh you’re so sweet omgggヽ(｡◕o◕｡)ﾉ
Don’t worry, I’m late too jdjjfkd
(and I just woke up, so I haven’t- thanks for the reminder! Ly(つ≧▽≦)つ💕💕💕💕💕)
Another little piece for a pride month!~
I’m late, but happy pride month!
My brain is melting a little, so it’s about time I wrote something!
Yes, Dark came out a little different than we’re used to seeing him, but I think that only adds points to their later relationship (◍>ᴗ<◍)
The day promised to be interesting. Norman had learned a week earlier that newcomers were coming to the studio, and today was day X. When he finished working on one of the projectors, he stretched lazily and quietly walked out of his office. He had a certain reputation in the studio. He had a reputation for walking in the shadows and knowing everything about everyone. Some were afraid of him. To Norman, that was amusing. Yes, he wasn’t a little boy, but still, he was young, and so he still had playfulness and some mischief in his head. He couldn’t resist the urge to sneak up on people or make innuendo that he’d heard their private conversations with other employees. He loved the way they twitched in surprise or turned pale, becoming like bleached sheets. He couldn’t help himself! There was no entertainment at all for him in this studio; he had to fight boredom somehow.
He strolled leisurely through the corridors of the studio, treading noiselessly on the wooden floor. A couple of times he passed by familiar faces. The employees didn’t say anything, but just scope anxious glances at him and quickened their pace. He wasn’t particularly interested in them. But he soon found a person who interested him. The newcomer was chatting with the janitor, Wally.
The new employee had their back turned to the projectionist, so he couldn’t see their face. Norman stopped as he began to examine the newcomer. Because of the long hair, gathered in a low ponytail and tied up with a white ribbon, the projectionist assumed that the janitor was talking to a girl. The newcomer was a little taller than Wally, and wore clean and well-groomed clothes that were, nevertheless, a little big for her. Because of her pants instead of a skirt, her broad shoulders, and her comfortable shoes, Norman decided the newcomer was an addition to the group of mechanics. The janitor was babbling on and on, so he couldn’t hear the newcomer’s voice. But in spite of this, and the fact that Norman hadn’t even seen her face yet, he decided the newcomer was his type. Perhaps he would annoy her more often than the others. Well, it was time to make a first impression.
He stepped away from the wall and headed toward a couple of workers. The janitor only noticed Norman heading toward them when he was literally a couple of steps away. Before the janitor could say anything, the projectionist’s hand came down on the newcomer’s shoulder.
“Got yourself a girlfriend, Franks?”
He grinned mockingly, looking at the startled janitor, who nearly dropped his mop at the man’s sudden appearance. While Wally looked frightened and a little lost, trying to find the words, the girl mechanic spoke up. And it was unexpected. It was mostly unexpected because Norman heard a voice that was pleasant to the ear, but still definitely male.
“Is that you talking about me?”
It was the first time in his memory that he had been caught off guard. He looked at the newcomer and got a new surprise. Blue eyes were looking at him. Blue and deep, like the sky or the ocean. It was hypnotizing and drawing him in like a whirlpool. For a second, it even seemed to the projectionist that he wasn’t looking at a human, but at a mythical being about to take his soul. It was a strange feeling he had never experienced before. He was surprised and…embarrassed.
The unknown man looked him straight in the eye, expectant and annoyed, clearly wanting to hear Norman say he was just kidding. But the pause lingered because the projectionist had fallen into a stupor. However, it wasn’t showing on his face, so the newcomer took it as a sign of disrespect.
“I didn’t know there were such insolent, rude and shameless people working here.”
He sighed angrily, grabbing the man’s hand and removing it from his shoulder. He didn’t let go of his hand, however, when he took a step back. He shook it, squeezing it hard, as if challenging him.
“My name is Samuel. Samuel Lawrence.”
That managed to bring Norman to his senses. He shook his hand back, wondering at the young man’s grip. They looked into each other’s eyes again. And that was something new. Norman was already used to the fact that in his rare conversations with other employees, they always looked anywhere but into his eyes. This one…Norman could already tell that this guy would be interesting to work with.
“Norman Polk. I apologize for the misunderstanding.”
Sammy huffed, frowning.
“Yeah, you better be sorry. Make that mistake again, and you’ll face the consequences.”
With those words, he let go of his hand and turned around. Grabbing Wally under the elbow, he began to walk away, stomping a little in annoyance.
Norman, on the other hand, froze in place, watching them leave. After a few seconds, he looked at his hand, which remained outstretched for a handshake. It hadn’t gone according to plan, what the hell was that all about.
He put his hand down, still feeling the touch of Sammy’s cold, rough palm. That pale skin, that a bit fluffy, thick black hair, that voice that sounded like honey, that firm grip, those eyes…. why was he even thinking about it? He slowly began to feel stuffy, and his face felt like it was starting to burn. He needed a break, some fresh air. He’s just overworked in his office. And that’s why he feels so weird. He just needs to go outside for a while and he’ll be fine. Yeah, that’s right. That’s what he’ll do.
I had a very silly but cute idea. Since Dark is learning how to interact with people from books, he could read about…“not-so-common greeting”-
Dark: ah! Good to see you, friend [kisses his hand]
Norman: HDKDJDKDJDDH????!?!? [sounds of shock and embarrassment that sound like anger]
Dark: [slightly frightened and gibbering] o-oh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, y-you didn’t like it, I get it!! I-I won’t do it again- b-bye! [runs off and mumbles] I think I misunderstood that gesture…
Norman: [looks him leaving]…..[looks at his hand that was kissed]……[touches his projector with that hand]…💕
What is more gay?:
(The absolutely adorable and precious Jack by @whatyouwantedmetosee)
@solis-nova Hey uhhh panromantic here, nobody use this flag btw, they’re only calling the creator lesbophobic because they support microlabels and bi/pan lesbians. Oh and the ‘kink at pride’ thing, I read the thread—there’s no proof of that?? Please show proof?? Not to mention calling pan transphobic is a panphobic rhetoric! Literally no reason to change the flag. As a fellow pan I fucking hate it. I’m never ever using it, it’s panphobic even if it was created by a pansexual. @solis-nova Hey uhhh panromantic here, nobody use this flag btw, they’re only calling the creator lesbophobic because they support microlabels and bi/pan lesbians. Oh and the ‘kink at pride’ thing, I read the thread—there’s no proof of that?? Please show proof?? Not to mention calling pan transphobic is a panphobic rhetoric! Literally no reason to change the flag. As a fellow pan I fucking hate it. I’m never ever using it, it’s panphobic even if it was created by a pansexual.
Hey uhhh panromantic here, nobody use this flag btw, they’re only calling the creator lesbophobic because they support microlabels and bi/pan lesbians. Oh and the ‘kink at pride’ thing, I read the thread—there’s no proof of that?? Please show proof?? Not to mention calling pan transphobic is a panphobic rhetoric!
Literally no reason to change the flag. As a fellow pan I fucking hate it. I’m never ever using it, it’s panphobic even if it was created by a pansexual.
I drew something, that miiiight be a little disturbing, I’m not sure
Basically, an abstract painting of a dark background with a bright crying human silhouette
Not much about the lore, just Dark slowly loosing his mind-
Wanted to try new paint, it was fun
Original: (not sure what is this, but it feels warm and cozy)
Edited: (fluffy ink tunnel of rebirth ig-)
Just a few quick drawings of Dark and his dear little sister Melissa, bc I was in the mood-
It’s worth starting with the fact that Dark and Trouble will establish a father-son relationship eventually.
But that will only come with time and with great difficulty. Mostly because Dark will forever remember that Trouble emerged from the Ink Demon’s remains.
And yes, Dark had already shown some concern and care for Trouble the moment he saw him appear and decided to carry him to safety. But in spite of that, his fear of the Demon didn’t go anywhere.
As silly and funny as it sounds, any attempt by Trouble to interact with him will only cause Dark to just- [fear.png]
But don’t get it wrong-
Dark will take Trouble to safety. And he will watch over him, so he doesn’t get into trouble. And he will even give him attention and spend time with him.
But Dark will be constantly on edge. He will act aloof and closed off. He will fear and worry that the Demon may return at any moment.
Because of his memories and mixed emotions, he will continue to call Trouble his Lord.
And the main problem is that Trouble has absolutely no memory of the time when he was the Ink Demon. For him, all the years of confinement and the living Hell in the studio passed like the blink of an eye.
Imagine at one point, you’re living a relatively normal life(Trouble doesn’t know that he was actually living a very non-normal life), you’re surrounded by people and everything alive and all that. But then you close your eyes and find yourself in a strange place. All the people are gone, the studio looks dark and scary, and you’re alone. And the only person around is something that only looks like someone you once knew. And even he is not eager to spend time with you, treats you coldly, and for some reason calls you Lord.
That’s- not good for a child-
And just to clarify, Trouble represents a child of 8-10 years old. He thinks like one, he acts like one, he feels like one.
So he’s freaking out. Which makes them both freaking out.
While Norman is chillin with the Lost Ones
All Trouble wants is to be friends with Dark. You know, really be friends with him so he doesn’t feel alone.
But at the same time, Dark refused to let this kid near him because of his trauma.
And this went on for a long time. Dark has warmed up to the kid a little bit, but he’s still acting aloof…
Until Trouble finally can’t take it anymore and throws a whole tantrum. You know, like kids do-
And so, this tantrum frightens Dark, but at the same time, he feels guilty about it:
Yes, that child did strange and creepy things sometimes. But at the same time, he didn’t give him any reason to think there was anything wrong with him. He gave no reason to be afraid of him, it was just Dark’s idea that there might be something in him. Dark finally realized that Trouble was just… Trouble. He’s not a Demon.
Last night, a person (@inkabelledesigns , I’m looking at u) on Discord server wished me sweet dreams and then added: “Don’t let the Demon bite”
And this happened
And how do you think? Can the ink demon open his mouth??
Oh, so much more happened than that >: )