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onlyplatonicirl · 9 months

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helllloooo *appearifies in your ask box* it is i, the headcANON. its been a while ive been busy (doing nothing). anyways today, we are discussing our favourite little gremlin man, ink :) hes one of my favourite little scrimbly bimblies, he is so me fr

has an encyclopedic knowledge on all forms and genres of art. if you show him a painting, sculpture, song, poem, whatever, he knows who made it, how they made it, when they did, the meaning behind the piece and the style it was done in/never take him to an art museum, bro will stay there for hours. he will have to be escorted out by security

he just loves creating, no matter what it is. he loves cooking and tending to his garden. he loves putting a bit of himself into the world no matter how small, no matter if it will not be remembered.

one of his favourite genres of art is ephemeral art, more commonly known as temporary art. art which doesn't last long, it is experienced in the moment and then it disappears. this style of art includes things such as ice or sand sculptures, which will eventually melt or be swept away by the shore

he has a lingering thought in the back of his mind that he truly comes from nowhere and means nothing in the grand scheme of anything, when he dies that will be it, that will be all he has ever been

has an existential crisis every two days (same bro), deals with it by doodling

i think when he was with the council he was probably required to undertake therapy, if your council is made up of incredibly strong, near god-like figures its probably a good idea to make sure theyre doing good mentally (LMAO THAT DIDNT WORK OUT HUH?)

he has a small bag he carries with him at all times, in it contains his essentials, his phone, a notepad, a sketch pad, and pen. he uses the notepad to write down anything he needs to remember but knows he will forget, as well as his schedule. this way, he can keep track of his days and make sure he takes his meds on time (paints)

comyet never specified which paints correspond to what emotion, some are a bit obvious, simply because its what we've come to associate that emotion with: red - anger, yellow - happy, blue - sad, pink - love. heres my personal interpretation of the other colours: orange - anxiety, green - calm, purple - curiosity, white and black dont do anything, instead theyre more like catalysts, black intensifies the emotion, white nullifies the emotion

his ectobody and blush too is normally just a clear white but upon drinking a paint of any kind it will tint it that colour (if he drinks more than ine he can turn into a lava lamp :0 )

his eyelights correspond to the current emotion he is feeling, but theyre very abstract and appear to simply be a random smatter of colours and shapes, there is no consistency to it

i imagine the council prescribed him a mixture of emotions to help get him through the day. they help him socialise and respond 'correctly'

he is so autism coded. it's insane. my man can not emote in a socially acceptable manner, needs an outside support to help him navigate social situations, experiences sensory seeking and underload (i need sensory shit or i will explode/dissociate), he has strict and rigid routines, experiences memory loss and brain fog, has a special intrest in art and has a flat affect when he isnt actively using his emotions (masking), canon (idk if its canon actually) aroace - not necessarily a trait of autism but holy fuck it is so common in this communtiy. undertale au sans makers be like hmm how do i make the most autistic bitch possible

struggles with empathy for others but has hyperempathy for inanimate objects (this is actually semi canon), if he knocks or drops into something, he'll apologise to it and hug it. similar situation to animals

no sense of taste. just none. tries his best at cooking but often ends up over salting things or adding too much spice

likes food based on the texture, thus he loves stuff like jelly and yoghurt

loves movies but has a really poor attention span and has to take breaks throughout the movie

texts like a boomer lol, really bad at spelling and overuses emojis and unfunny gifs

is a polyglot, can speak french (native language), english, japanese, and spanish

his house is an engineer and architect's worst nightmare. shit is liminal as fuck. long stretching hallways with doors that are unaligned, many of which lead to incomplete rooms (he forgot to furnish them and now can not enter them because white spaces scary), some of the doors are raised several feet above the ground and simply can not be accessed through normal means, staircases that lead straight into a wall, random open areas revealing a courtyard which can actually exist... a room would take up the space and yet doesnt. the floors are also all inspired by a particular style, one floor is art deco, the other industrial

is also a goopy boy, albeit far more solid than paperjam, when stressed or upset his form becomes 'looser' and his face can appear distorted

doesnt have a favorite animal per say, he just likes the colourful ones, mainly birds like parrots and peacocks

he can play an impressive array of instruments, including the guitar, drums, piano, cello, and flute. he picked up the flute from dream

has always liked hanging out with dream because of his positive aura, it doesnt make him feel happy, but it makes him feel relaxed and safe

on the other end youd think he wouldnt like hanging out with nightmare because would make him feel stressed and in danger, but Ink doesnt really know what its like to feel endangered. he has been in dangerous and life-threatening (or as close as you can get as a magical skeleton thing) scenarios, but it doesnt really affect him, he just doesnt have an eros drive.

he met nightmare and dream a few times when they were younger, and he taught them how to draw and they taught him how to play music. Ink would listen to their concerns and do his best to try and help them, albeit he lacks empathy, so he would always try and come up with a way to solve their problem, which isnt always what people want when they come to talk to you about that stuff

visited dream when he was stoned (lmao) a lot, was also there when he broke free and comforted him the best he could, i like drink a lott but the best way i can describe their relationship is like childhood friends who are also soulmates but also star-crossed lovers

- headcANON

HEADCANON THESE ARE SO REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK YES SO MANY OF THESE ALIGN WITH MY VIEW OF HIM AS WELL !!!!!!

- Canonically he is aroace, and in this story I keep that as well. I never said it on tumblr but as we further explore the relationship error and ink have you’ll learn it’s closer to a qpr and that there are a couple of very funny misconceptions that were had about them as an audience. Ink has a much different sense of romance than most allo and aro people due to his ability to kinda just change it whenever he wants but I’ll get further in depth later in the fic.

- you are extremely right about the aesthetics in every room of the house changing depending on the room. The house is a nightmare. ink can just edit it like a sims house with zero limits so he just makes the most insane shit. They gave him like a couple of miles of empty land and were like “ok go hog wild” and he did. He’s never really had a consistent home before so he got excited to make himself a special place and lost his mind.

- definitely has an art special interest

- the council actually did give him emotions to be more regulated, but they are not as strong or enjoyable as the ones he gets from the “wild” (the ones he gets off of the AUs)

- I think his relationship with NM and Dream is something really cool and unique, and I wanna elaborate on it more

THANKS FOR THE HEADCANONS MWAH 💋

#ask lorel #anon #TCOTI

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unliquified · 3 years

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I fall in love with strangers.

Sometimes I dive too deep into a passerby’s eyes and it paints my day in their tinge.

But I always seem to remember yours when I look for them again.

Sometimes I tune into the tranquil hum of a person sitting next to me at a bus stop and the blurry melody sweeps through the streets on the way back home.

But I always seem to hear our song when I try recalling its simple strum.

Sometimes I get lost in conversation with a worker at a bookstore and its simplicity eclipses the raging stories of the novels I bought.

But I always seem to reel back to the comfort of our first talk every time I revisit that store.

Sometimes I brush through rushing crowds and I hold onto the perfume of someone who bumped into me and its trace dips into every breath I take.

But I always seem to relive the times when you pulled me close and let your scent stir into our nights whenever I get lost in swarms of people ever since that day.

I fall in love with strangers.

Or maybe I fall for the echoes of you that I look for in every person I see.

- BMF

// I fall in love with you,

with every stranger I see.

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evoldir · 2 years

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unliquified · 3 years

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I’ll hold you in my heart,

even when my name becomes just a faint prickle that sighs into your nights every once in a while.

Cause how could I escape the day your keen eyes softened with the touch of mine,

it was the same day I found my favorite color.

I’ll carry you in my soul,

even when my kisses become just a memory that hovers upon your skin when your mind wanders into the past.

Cause how could I let the gentle curl of your smile slip away from my own,

they were the same lips that taught me how to breathe for the very first time.

I’ll keep you in my every thought,

even when the words that filled our skies drift to one I’m not a part of.

Cause how could I pick apart at the delicate prints of your fingers woven into me,

they were the same hands that made my heartbeat match their every caress.

You’ll always be a part of me,

even when I love under stars not built by your presence.

How could you not?

You were my first sky.

- BMF

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unliquified · 3 years

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I still remember who we were that night.

I watched the stars dim with each word that tripped past your imprisoning lips.

I drowned in the waterfalls of moonlight that softened the edges of your twining hair.

I tangled my soul into your heart that used to beat for someone else.

—

It’s in the days

Where I vanished into your eyes and drowned in the thrill of falling,

with you holding another’s gaze in your thoughts.

It’s in the hours

Spent wrapped around your smile,

not knowing it was caused by another’s touch.

It’s in the love

I felt in every breath I took,

the care I put in every stroke against your cheek,

while your heart was yearning for a name that isn’t mine.

I still remember who we were that night I lost myself in you,

The night I lost you too.

- BMF

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unliquified · 3 years

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You were my first love.

The first eyes I’ve ever looked into and saw the world shimmering in their depths.

The looping waves that skirt their edges, holding emotion so earnest they threaten to tumble into everything they touch.

The cloudy hesitance that frisks each curve of your gaze, whittling at the fringes of your wary heart.

The raging winds that sweep across your stares, giving me glimpses of the wistful thoughts that wander in your universe.

You are my once upon a time.

The realm I reenter whenever my mind tips too far back.

The taste of candied cigarettes that roam in our kisses.

The scent of your familiar perfume stirring in my clothes.

The traces of you that always seem to stick around, even when I withdraw from the teeming world behind your glance.

You were my first heartbreak.

The first arms I’ve suffered in,

after nights spent between them, thinking they were my only relief.

I If only I’d known the gash your touch would leave behind.

The first soul I’ve weakened to,

after ebbing my bliss into your every word, thinking they were my only anchor.

If only I’d known you’d leave me adrift in the offbeat longing that now resides in my every breath.

The first person I ever fell for,

after swearing to be love-proof.

The first pain I’ve truly felt,

after promising to be happy.

- BMF

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