The Corrupter of Thraben #1
I felt the remnants of its ink pulsating on my fingertips. it burned slightly, i'd have to study what this ink was even made of. night would descend upon us and the soldier had acquired what they came for.
Deer Diary
He let his paw fall limply to the side, the quill dropping softly onto the journal's open page, leaving a blot of ink.
The Corruption of the Sun-Goddess
It wasn't physical ink she painted the world with, it was- -she flicked her tail, trembling at the redness of the ink, and watched the sapling wither, the beautiful petals and leaves falling off as the sacred tree shrunk, unable to bear her corrupted touch
Sidetracked Study Session
"it's not just about the ink. it's... just... everything. there's so much i have to study and be stressed about. i'm just so _tired_..." murmured reylin.
Halloween 2019: Chapter 5
"it's ink, a special kind designed to react to sound and light," quin levered the lid off one of the barrels revealing the thick, dark silver liquid filling it, "it's for the club's centrepiece."
I, Dacien -- Chapter Nineteen -- Consequence
After that, the _next_ oldest tattoos are a section on his shoulder, and there are one hundred and fifty-seven different inks." xavien took another bite of cheesecake.
Academ: A Curse at Night
Why didn't you use your ink to heal my neck if it is so potent?"
To Claim A Boy by Rekhit
Now he was confined to the inking room. his job was to ink the pages before they went to press. it was a tedious and thankless job, but it was a job. that had been 18 months ago and then suddenly he got what he thought was a lucky break.
Family Ties: LoveGame
Lokiera panted, licking at his son's black lips as red ink swirled up to his face. lokiera's ink mirrored the butterfly tattoo on manya's face. manya grinned and pressed his lips to lokiera's. "i love you too, daddy, you horny fucker, you."
PermaFemme
A click then resounded as the ink cartridge was changed. “it’s going to be a nice, light brown.”
Flowering Stars
Cotton took the flower gingerly and gasped as the cool mist curled up their arm and down her shoulder to rest against her chest as a blossom made of ink.
Mark of the Pack
It was hard telling given how dark the ink seemed, and the interplay of the ink and the blood beneath the surface. "almost perfect. all it needs now is a matching one." jordan said, looking at luis.