Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Destiny's Way: Chapter 4: Meanwhile, in other parts of the region...
A peice of parchment stuck out, yellowed with age and ink faded by time.
Warm Up | 20 - A Good Lesson In Love
Rev stands up and swipes his hand through the letters, leaving ink stains on his fingertips. "aw man." "offer apple."
3:9 Lucid
Craning his neck, the mercenary looked down into the dark water, sloshing lazily around like black ink. as he looked back at the phantom, he noticed two tiny red dots on her otherwise, perfectly white dress.
Godzilla and the warbat
ink-dark eyes studied him with cool dispassion as the great snake considered its next meal.
The Wolves of Gryning: A Vixen's Tale Pt. III
"there's plenty of paper and ink inside these desks. no, no, don't feel bad, you aren't putting me out. i was just getting ready to leave the library when you arrived--go ahead, don't worry."
Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Twenty One
The snow had washed the ink off my hand. great. grumbling under my breath, i marched into the building after victor, racking my brains for the answer. "teleportation, maybe?" i wondered out loud.
Conjoined Siblings, pre bunny info (Updated)
The one thing they do share in common is nether like to use pends and pencils very much. normaly they dip there claw in ink and use it like they would a quill.
Lament of the Moon S&H - Ch.05: A Kirin's Origin - Ep05
The ink will wipe off of your beautiful skin right away." sasuga smiled back at him sweetly and nodded, "alright, i'll keep that in mind." "oh, you gotta be kidding me? another one?"
Ashen.
Removing a few choice items he began his task, his eyes only moving to the city before him a few times as he sketched furiously, his ink-stained hands flitting along the page with a sense of passion and purpose that was surprising in such a world.
Gryphon Cooks Potatoes, Part 2 (Otherwise Untitled)
It was somewhat beat up, and was brightly stamped with "misdelievered/reroute" in the deep red ink one commonly associates postmasters and their minons. ~ midas stumbled away from the door, suddenly feeling nothing but numb.
Mizalin-on-Sky: Away on an Airship
Jarzyl took out her ink pot and uncapped it, before dipping the end of her tail into the black liquid and using the prehensile tip like a brush to write down her answers. caden glanced over.
Migraines
The black ink of my pen flowed seamlessly from page to page, and the red ink of my stamper stood out like a neon sign from each. then i did the next. and then the next. and then the next.