A Goddess in Blue
Queried the ink-bearing youth, coming in better command of his breathing, though lit with sweat, body glistening from the liquid's tender application.
The Binding of Ink and Bone
The ink—a deep, arterial crimson—didn't just sit under the skin. it drank the fluorescent light. it pulsed.
How To Invoke
You know this spell too well, each ink-wrought syllable that falls useless off your tongue every time you try, every damn time. don't get frustrated. magic is a lofty thing, they say, too noble to heed a mortal's anger. keep calm.
A (Fe)male Dragon's Woes ch3: The Promise
Isn't this all about smearing his paw in ink, getting his stamp, putting the official seal beside it and all that?"
The Yellow Sign
Black ink would begin to quickly seep from every orifice on the creature's body, seeping onto the ground and pooling around the monk's hooves.
A Transformative Road Trip 1
The nub where the ink was supposed to come out was more like a claw than anything else, and like a dragon's claw to boot.
Flash Pulp #25 Airplane
Additional credit goes to a friend whose anonymity i'm not sure if i should but suffice to say he's a good friend and helped convert ink to bits ralph sat next to the window, the arm rests hugging his belly as he settled in.
In The Pits
ink stared at robin with a blank look. "i'm guessing you never thought of that." "nope!" ink wagged his tails and smiled.
Jarzyl & Atlas: Counting Scales
Grabbing an ink pot, she dipped her tail tip in the ink and used the prehensile tip to write the number down on her paper. "there we go. i have the count." "i'm surprised you have the patience for something like this," atlas noted.
Correcting the Line
The ink, magical by nature, began to glow an eerie pink while a shape appeared. it was not something you’d see in common literature. it was primal, tribal, akin to raw, unshaped magic.
Home
Many of them had ink across their bodies in patterns not so different from jack's. the ink was easy to spot as it reflected off their half-naked bodies in the moonlight and the loincloths that the tribes people wore did little to cover their bodies.
The Call of the Abyss
His anger quickly turned to horror as the sight of the monk seeping black ink, the liquid audibly sizzling as it dripped onto the floor.