The Old Ways
Beefy asked as he mixed the ink like magnum had previously told him to.
Distant Dreams
A black substance dripped off his hands like ink and formed a pair of razor sharp blades connected to his palms.
Spirit Bound: Chapter 143
_pleasant_wards set up, so he pulled some paper and his ink out of his bag. he quickly drew a charm that would temporarily disrupt magic -- many times causing the trap to trigger -- and repacked his ink.
Crimson and Clover
Their small graphic design company, icon ink, had only recently got its first big commission from a snowboarding company.
Destructive Memories
(italics/) i could tell by the ink that this was written in the same, or at least similar, ink to the smudges on the front. that most likely means that whoever attempted to prevent me from reading the full letter also wanted me to read this.
Library Consultation
Jarzyl uncapped her ink pot and curled her tail forward to dip her tail tip in ink, then she took out her math assignment sheet and slapped it down against the table. "ok, ok, focus. let's go. come, help me."
A Mentally Handicapped Chorus Line Killed By An Apocalyptic Hailstorm
I would write for days body cold and depraved my mind let loose into the dark but no matter how i try to accept the ink has run dry i write on, i write on. no happiness to speak of in my realm of thought.
Commission: Puppet Concerns
Asked woz in the grasp of several hands made of ink.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IV Chapter 1
Splattering the remains of the dark ink on its tip across the whole paper and onto the red paw. " i'll never do this again!"
Obsesstia
She looked down with annoyance at the large splotch of black ink soaking the parchment. for a moment she considered using a bit of magic to remove the ink and preserve what she had written, but only for a moment.
10 - Reflection
Sure enough, when he bought his writing materials from the attendant and moved off to a writing desk, his ink clumped like cookie dough.
Shading, Pt. 1
ink didn't talk. he didn't need to. he knew the slutty, submissive artist boy was his in every way. a growled command would be as binding to him as the wolfs iron grasp. ink only snarled as he pressed his large body close.