NEW COLOR GUIDE SERIES!!!

NEW COLOR GUIDE SERIES!!!

Angel Ink Font

Ink is a half dragon, half angel. Her feet are naturally clawed, like a dragons. Her wings are shaped as a dragons, but feathery on the insides.

Personality: Ink is a very temperamental creature. She dislikes humans, and absolutely despises Chara, for obvious reasons. She is sarcastic, and can be somewhat rude, especially towards humans. However, underneath her hard shell is a sweet, sad little child, just looking for guidance.

Relations: Ink has a terrible crush on Dream, and looks up to her best freind, Blue. She loves to baby Nightmare, and dress him up in dresses and skirts. Nightmare loves it though, since he likes to dress that way a lot of the time.

Clothes: Ink likes to wear skirts and skirts, along with yoga pants. She will occasionally wear dresses, but only on special occasions.

Weapon choice: Inks choice of weapon is a large, giant red sword.

~My Sweet King~

Nightmare hums happily, pulling up a few flowers from the ground for his old guard. He pulls them to his face, sniffing lightly. Cross had just woken from his coma, and to Nightmare, there was a good sign for the rest of his and Dreams guards, since Nightmare had to trap them in stone so long ago. He was unsure if any of them would survive while they healed, because, you know, oxygen. He wags his arrow tipped tail happily, not noticing the grey wolf Beast walking up behind him until he heard his kind, sweet voice.

“Why, My King, are those for me?”

Nightmare jumps, and turns, blinking, and blushes brightly, hiding his face in the flowers, pushing them into Cross’ chest. Cross smiles, taking the flowers, eyeing the blush on Nights face. He cradles the flowers in on arm, and reaches out to Nightmare with his other, slipping his fingers under his Kings chin, lifting his face.

“Please, don’t hide, my sweet King. Thank you for your kindness, but I came out here to tell you that your brother wants you and I to go do... ‘shopping.’ I don’t... understand, but it sounds safe.”

Nightmare laughs softly. He’d almost forgotten how old they all were.

“For food, Cross, we need food, and I’ve told you before, just call me Nightmare, Cross. You know I never expected so much out of any of you, much less continuously call me King.”

Cross opens his mouth, but Nightmare cocks an eyebrow, placing a single pale, slender finger against his lips, and without a word, grabs Cross’s hand and pulls him towards the house.

Needless to say, after they were done, Cross loved shopping.

Princess

Here have some Ink stickers-

Midnight Naptime

Time: 30 minutes

Tools: Ibis Paint X, my finger

I am 18!!!!!!!!

But I feel 180 though.

My bones like to go pop in excitement-