Just a Normal Study Session
Glecion's ink was a thickened, special mixture that reacted with paper to create a raised imprint, letting her feel and check whatever had been written.
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.
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.
Twisted Night: Chapter 8
"rune ink." "it involves my claws and a very special ink that axton snatched from the lich." she picked up the smooth glass carefully in her jaws, like a mother carrying her young.
Dragon In The Comic Book Shop.
Dead ink. i hadn’t been in months. i usually swung by on shopping days if i had the time. most of the time i didn’t buy anything. just looked at expensive figures and booster packs.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty Eight
When vakaal realized that might be the way _his_ story ended, dying here alongside his poor father, he broke down into tears, crying into the ink.
Spirit Bound: Chapter Eighty-Six
Muireann was waiting by the two easels set up in one corner; she'd set up his ink and favourite brush and had her apron on over her dress along with some paint on her palette. the ink and paints were partially dried out.
The Fox General: Twin Spots
Izil shot his tongue out, stopping just short of licking his ink-stained thumb after thinking better of it. "i just doomed more fennecs with a dab of ink than i ever did with a sword! gods, the raids we used to do feel like mere child's play!"
Between winters, Part XV
Featherpaw must have drawn it moments before they were taken away, so the ink was still wet when he closed the book". "oh, snowy, they are going to do the same to us, aren't they - to all of us?"
The Word in Ink & The Happy Ending
Black ink once set affirms our place among our loves; in truth, we'd rather go unsung.
The Maiden Squad: Chapters Seven - Eleven
“but when i’m starin’ at piles of actual gold, it’s hard to get real excited about some ink-stained rug.” “it wasn’t ink-stained…oh, nevermind.” mirin ran her thumb against the feather’s soft red barbs. “anything you want me to ask him for?”
No Rest for the Weary
Inside, a familiar drake was sitting at the desk, using the inked tip of his tail to write on paperwork.