Happy Inktobertale Y'all! Time For Me To Fixate On My Au Story Of Ink And Gang For A Solid Month! (And

ok ok out of all the various different interpretations of Narinder I love how we just all collectively went "this man struggles navigating social situations" and shot him with the autism beam

Cross won au sexy man!! Congrats to my man!!! With Chris being more than surprised by the results!

Day 31! Halloween!

The last day of Inktobertale! This was a super fun challenge to do and I’ll be definitely be doing it again next year!

But happy Halloween!

Some stuff of my AU/Theory where Chemach gave the Bishops the Crowns.

Also just wanted to draw my fav Duck sibling out of the three plus young Shamura.

Found my 53yo very-much-not-online father in the kitchen today meticulously arranging cutlery on the countertop and i was like 'what are you doing' and he looked up at me with the world's most shit-eating grin and said "Your mother told me this is how you rick-roll the Youth" and i looked over and it was fucking. Loss.jpg.

“.. mars often blames themselves for what happened to their mom, had they not returned, she wouldn’t have died.”

RAAAAAHH FUCK DUDE I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH UGGGHHHH

These two are my everything right now, and it’s so fucking tragic

Shoutout to mitski’s I bet on losing dog that jump started my inspiration to do this audio, I love them so much </3

13 and 44! 🐑🐑🐑

13; Is your lamb petite? Curvy? Fucking jacked?

Rayne is on the more jacked side! I imagine that their life is basically hardcore mode constantly, and needing to fight literal gods who are at least twenty times larger and stronger than them, they needed some muscle! As well as needing to help around the cult and shit

44: What is your lambs favorite weapon? Their least favorite?

Rayne absolutely adores using the axe! It's quick, hefty and makes killing a little faster (and less painful despite the fact they're killing heretics) while their least favorite is the gauntlets; they believe there are more peaceful ways to go,, plus it's way more gruesome to them

Day 23! Parade!

Day 19, tears or rain?

48 hours. 48 hours. That’s how long the artist thought his child was dead for. But here they were, standing in-front of him with tears in their eyes; well, maybe it was just the rain. He couldn’t tell for himself either, whether or not it was tears or just the rain running down his face..

CACKLING, SHOUT OUT TO MY HOMEBOY

The brain worms couldn't be contained, I'm not writing the fanfic I've got stuck in my head