Whether or not the ink feathers depends upon the paper or card, and also upon the nature of the dye in the ink.

The young college quarterback was on the third-string, and played only during blowouts.

High on their heads, with jewels richly set, / Each lady wore a radiant coronet.

I was hopping along, minding my own business. All of a sudden, up he comes, cures me. One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next minute my livelihood's gone. Not so much as a by-your-leave! “You're cured mate.” Bloody do-gooder.