#InkWell

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for inkwell; “Billy and Damian and the whole soulmate thing”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“God, please let that be true,” Flash mutters into his hands. “Just–for my sanity. For all the bars we took him to. For my marriage.” 

“I mean, magic and all . . .” Green Lantern allows warily. “It can be weird like that, right? So if this is just another Doctor Fate situation . . .” 

“Oh yeah, Nabu is a thing we want to have happen to a preteen,” Black Canary says in exasperation, shooting him a withering look. “That would make the situation fine, Hal.” 

“Is the kid actually at risk when Cap’s in danger?” Green Arrow asks. “Is that a thing, uh–kiddo?” 

“You can immediately stop calling me that, thanks,” Billy says, giving him a sour look. Freaking–“kiddo”, as if. 

“Tell us who did this to you, Billy,” Superman says, looking very serious all of a sudden, and Billy is kind of offended by the question, actually? He just had a job interview, he didn’t get cursed or anything. Like, a surprise job interview he admittedly did not apply for, but that’s not the point! Superman also did not apply to end up on a yellow-sun planet, so who even cares?! 

“That’s a really invasive question, actually,” Billy says, folding his arms stubbornly. “Actually all of these questions are pretty invasive? I don’t ask you guys stuff this invasive, and even if I did, it wouldn’t be giving so much of a ‘stranger danger’ vibe.” 

Superman looks really stressed again. 

“Are we truly strangers, my friend?” Wonder Woman asks, giving him a searching look, and then Billy feels–alright, maybe a little bit bad about all this. He was just doing his job, because somebody has to do it and he’s gonna make sure it gets done, but he didn’t wanna, like . . . okay, no, he definitely did wanna lie to them, he wants to lie to literally every adult he knows literally all the time because it just makes life way easier and safer and all that, but that’s not the point or whatever. 

But also, apparently everyone thinks he’s stupid now that they know he’s twelve, and he is not falling for that one that easy. 

“I literally just told you we were?” he says, squinting back at her doubtfully. “Captain Marvel’s his own guy.” 

“That seems unlikely, since you still recognized Robin as your soulmate while you were transformed,” Batman says in that stupid neutral tone of his that’s always so freakin’ dangerous. “And he also recognized you.” 

. . . dammit, Billy thinks, and eyes him. 

“You suck,” he says sourly. He went all this time without Batman noticing he was a kid, Batman doesn’t get to notice things now, dammit! “And I take back everything about you being a good person or whatever."

“Oh hell, he really is twelve,” Flash groans, burying his face in the table outright this time. 

“I was nine when you asked me for relationship advice the first time, and you told me I was way better with women than you were and bought me an alcoholic slushie,” Billy informs him blithely, because he’s feeling kind of spiteful now. Flash groans and slides down the table, covering his head with his arms. 

Billy feels a little better. Alcohol literally doesn’t even work on him when he’s Captain Marvel and he’d really only wanted the slushie anyway, but literally everyone here deserves him being spiteful right now.

Like–except Robin, obviously.

[paprikaries]

Devils and Dice _ Sketch WIP

HI! This is another sketchy wip! I generally prefer to show the final product, but it's just to show how I work. The first two and the last are a little cleaner, but still a sketch, while 3,4,5 are totally sketchy. I didn't add the dialogues here to check if the images are suggestive enough. This is also just a preview, I've already done other scenes.

I like to imagine that the two devils would like to compete to see who is more diabolical and powerful, to establish who is the real devil, while the two Dice would immediately like each other, regardless of the antipathies between their respective bosses.

That's all for today (it's evening here 😆) Hope you like it! :3

ps: You can pm me for commissions!

[ltwilliammowett]

A charming Walrus and Whale Ivory Inkwell, scrimshawed by a Sailor, 19th century

[gemville]

Glass, Silver, Carnelian and Opal Inkwell by Tiffany & Co. Circa 1907

Source: HOMES in the SKY via Facebook

[jvgsjeff]

Inkwell's (Splatoon-themed) catchphrase and greeting both fit his dialogue here. 🧑‍🍳💋

[the-cricket-chirps]

Sarah Bernhardt

Self-Portrait as a Chimera, Inkwell

c. 1879

Clark Art Institute Collection

[nuveau-deco]

‘Self-Portrait as a Chimera’ Inkwell by Sarah Bernhardt. Made in Paris, ca. 1880, medium is bronze. Art Institute Chicago reference number: 2021.2

“French actor and artist Sarah Bernhardt was perhaps the first global superstar, with legions of admirers spread across Britain, continental Europe, North and South America, and as far afield as Australia. In this fantastical bronze inkwell, she portrayed herself as a chimera, a mythological creature composed of disparate body parts. Here, Bernhardt joined her human torso and head to clawed haunches, bat wings, and a dragon-like tail. The work is a key example of her inspired use of visual media to fashion and promote her own image.”

(Source: artic.edu)

[dozydawn]

[mathewharris7703]

'Coffee Angels' (Note: Not canon to Casino Cups. This is for my universe) "In the modern world of Inkwell Isles, it's been normal for the most part - well if it count random objects still magically appearing as normal. But things have been great for the residents, visitors and those that love to come down to The Devil's Casino for some fun times of taking risks or drinking the night away. Those that still comes down now and then are the archangels of Heaven. Gabriel is well known to go to Inkwell to be someone's guardian angel and maybe do a bit of clothes shopping or teach others about life and stuff, he does have his Professor license after all. Sometimes Azrael will as well, being in more cemetery areas and helping those get more used to being... well dead. Very rarely, you will have the most powerful archangel of all to come down. That being Michael. Still in the current times, Michael still works hard with taking down any demons or having to deal with his brother, Lucifer, if ordered too by his father and that takes a lot on him. That toll can appear when he interacts with more of the newer ranked angels and that did happen when he was being too strict in training/teaching a few of them. So much so, that God saw this and told Michael to get some relief, ordering him to go down to Earth for the day and calm himself down. This surprises the strict angel as he is rarely told to go to Earth for a break. Nonetheless, he obeys his father's orders, got changed in his blue suit (that he still likes to wear when blending in with the crowd) and left down to Earth with Raphael coming along with him as his plus one so he has some good company with him. While down on earth for the day, they stopped by a small tradtional cafe to get themselves some coffee. As they're angels, they don't need coffee at all but they do like the taste of it as it helps with taking away part of their stress. After ordering some with Michael getting it in a coffee mug and Raphael getting it in a takeout cup, the two sat down by the window - not before Michael giving some glares at a poster that is literally promoting the one place his brother runs, and started to drink their coffee. The two soon have a quiet chat with one another as they have their drink. Michael is reading a newspaper, seeing what is going on around the world while Raphael chats about how he has been with his jobs around Heaven and healing those that needs it. Michael is too focused on reading the paper though he is still listening to his younger brother, even if it doesn't look like it. Safe to say, the order that God gave to Michael, it definitely did help calm himself down and Raphael's company also helped with it too." ------------------------------ Art by @camodielsart / @camodiel

[corvidsofthedeep]

No Context Crow #277: Inkwell Crow

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[treasures-and-beauty]

Austrian Gilt Copper Inkwell

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for inkwell behind the cut; “Billy and Damian and the whole soulmate thing”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Like–except Robin, obviously. Robin doesn’t deserve him being spiteful. Robin deserves, like, a nice wedding with Nightwing as his best man and Red Robin, like, definitely invited but maybe seated at a table off to the side behind a tactically-placed floral arrangement or twelve and also whatever Robin likes to eat on the menu, which Billy admittedly doesn’t actually know yet and probably needs to figure out. Though then again, if he’s running away from the Justice League and/or Batman’s weird seventeen-bedroomed house until he’s eighteen, Robin’s tastes are probably gonna change a bit, so maybe he should just wait on that so he can be sure he’s getting it right and all? 

Ugh. Billy really doesn’t wanna have to run away from the Justice League until he’s eighteen. Especially not Batman. Batman’s really good at finding people, so he’s basically just gonna have to hide out at the Rock of Eternity for like the whole time, and that is so long and is gonna get so boring so quick. 

Ugh. Ughhh. Ugh. 

“Where was that? Laws about supplying alcohol to a minor vary significantly from state to state,” Batman says as Flash slithers to the floor with an actual moan. Billy glowers at him. He is still not forgiving him just ‘cuz he’s funny. “And felony charges can apply to repeat offenders."

. . . alright, Batman’s really funny. But still, dammit! 

“Bats, I really don’t think accidentally buying a drink for a magically-disguised minor three years ago is the relevant concern here,” Green Lantern says in exasperation. 

“You said you took him to multiple bars,” Batman says, just barely tilting his head. “Was that the only time any of you bought him a drink?” 

“I–you–he looks like forty!” Green Lantern protests. Flash just stays on the floor. 

Batman raises an eyebrow behind his mask, then looks over at Billy and looks him over; then looks back to Green Lantern with a very telling expression. Green Lantern sputters indignantly. 

“Stop being funny, asshole, I’m still gonna be mad even if you are,” Billy grumbles at Batman, who just makes the same little “hm” noise he always does when he’s feeling particularly smug about a joke he’s made. Billy scowls at him on principle. 

Asshole. Geez, like Billy’s new here or something. 

“Father, this is hardly professional behavior,” Robin says, giving Batman a withering look. 

“God, I will never understand what kids even think Bats is saying,” Green Arrow mutters under his breath, half-covering his face with a hand and eyeing Robin through his fingers. “Listen, Cap–Billy–” 

“Excuse you?” Billy asks, scowling at him instead. “You think we’re on a first-name basis while you guys are threatening me?” 

“Listen, brat, I am also a licensed foster parent, and Star is closer to Fawcett than Gotham is, so I in fact am threatening you,” Green Arrow retorts, narrowing his eyes at him. “And there’s eight bedrooms in my house.” 

“That is not a house!” Billy says. “That’s literally not a house, that’s like a hotel! Why do none of you just have houses?!” 

“A motel, perhaps,” Robin drawls, eyeing Green Arrow disdainfully. 

“I am not living with anyone, I’m fine,” Billy emphasizes with a glower. “I’ve been fine all this time, haven’t I?”

“. . . Billy,” Superman says, looking stressed. “How long have you been homeless, exactly?” 

“Since I was like seven,” Billy says, since he doesn’t count any of the in-and-out foster care nonsense as not being homeless, considering. That’d just been a bunch of shitty places he’d had to sneak out of or run away from, not actually anywhere he’d ever really lived. Mostly he’d slept in abandoned buildings or alleys or parks, ‘cuz it’d been safer. “So I’m fine, obviously.” 

“Since you were seven,” Superman repeats, looking stressed. 

“That’s what I said,” Billy says in exasperation, folding his arms again and glowering at him. “And I didn’t even have superpowers then and still took care of myself fine, so I’m double-fine now, actually.” 

Superman puts his face in his hands, for some reason. Black Canary pats his back sympathetically.

Billy does not think Superman deserves sympathy right now.

[oldfarmhouse]

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[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Inkwell by Wedgewood, after 1759, Britain.

[judathians-art]

Hey it's this guy again