#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.

[huariqueje]

Candle Light and Inkwell - Andrew Hemingway

British , b. 1955 -

Pastel on board , 40 x 30 in.

[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. 🧑‍🍳💋

[heartofmuse]

It was love who removed the lid from the ink well of my heart, and it is love that keeps it open.

e.v.e.

[the-cricket-chirps]

Sarah Bernhardt

Self-Portrait as a Chimera, Inkwell

c. 1879

Clark Art Institute Collection

[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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[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for inkwell behind the cut; "Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!" (( chrono || non-chrono ))

But also, Lynn almost definitely needs to sleep if he’s really stayed awake for four whole days. Or even, like, just mostly stayed awake. Maybe Kryptonians don’t need much sleep, but Billy’s definitely heard Superman at least mention sleeping before and Lynn’s still technically a newborn, and babies need a lot of sleep, right? And so do teenagers, actually, he’s pretty sure, ‘cuz he always hears about them sleeping a lot, so like . . . 

“Your head doesn’t hurt or anything, right?” Billy asks, and Lynn stays tense in his arms, but also keeps his grip on his sweater, so Billy’s not really sure, like . . . how to take that, or whatever. “Did you get hit in it too bad at Cadmus?” 

“. . . I don’t know,” Lynn says, still stiff. Which makes sense, Billy guesses, because–“It hurt a couple times, I guess. I don’t know what’s–’too bad’.” 

“How long did it hurt for?” Billy asks, his frown deepening a little more. “Do you feel, like–dizzy or lightheaded? Or, um–cottony? Like things are maybe a little, like, not connecting?” 

“Six to twelve seconds. And, uh–no,” Lynn says. “Nothing like that.” 

“Okay,” Billy says, and relaxes a little. Lynn’s pupils are both the same size and he didn’t act sleepy or out of it ‘til now, and Kid Flash and his parents apparently didn’t notice anything like that either, so . . . probably it’s fine? He thinks? Like, he’s definitely gonna google some stuff that the wisdom of Solomon is maybe a few thousand years behind on, medically-speaking and all, and also obviously keep an extra-close eye on Lynn for the next couple days just in case, but he’s almost sure it’s fine. 

Just–as long as he keeps an extra-close eye on Lynn, anyway. He does know concussion symptoms can show up a few days later, so–yeah, definitely he’s gonna keep an eye on him. Six to twelve seconds isn’t very long for something to hurt, though, so he’s pretty sure he’s just being paranoid? 

But also he’s definitely gonna be paranoid about possible head injuries, so yeah, that’s kinda just gonna have to be a thing, Billy figures. Like that one’s just unavoidable. 

“You probably do need to sleep,” he says. “Like I don’t know how much Kryptonians have to, but if you’re getting wobbly that kinda, you know, implies you need to? Or at least need to pretty soon?” 

“. . . oh,” Lynn says. “Uh. Right.” 

Billy feels kind of guilty about saying that, because I slept for four months is a pretty blatant sign of Lynn definitely being at least a little bit leery about the idea of going to sleep on purpose, but like–well, it's gonna be worse if Lynn stresses himself out about it for too long first, he figures. And he's not gonna be a very good dad if he lets Lynn stress himself out worrying about stuff that’s, like–irrational? Which, he doesn’t wanna say that’s an irrational thing to worry about, because if Lynn’s worried he’s got good reasons to be, just–like–

[treasures-and-beauty]

Austrian Gilt Copper Inkwell

[hunterontheedge]

ART COLLAB I DID WITH MY BEAAAAUTIFUL TALENTED WIFE @solancesol !!!

[blondebrainpowered]

Art Nouveau pewter inkwell, ca. 1899

Artist: Maurice Maignan

[oldfarmhouse]

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