#❀inkheart

[stubbornlysoft]

A part of her wondered how could she do this and still wake up the next morning. How could this—the connection they shared—what could she even call this? It was more than desire—that much was clear. But what did it all mean, besides her body trembling and filled with this aching need?

Saying no meant a night that ended right here. And maybe, just maybe, she didn't really have the strength—or perhaps she was too selfish to draw that line. The line didn't even seem important anymore. She wasn't about to walk away from whatever they had, simply out of fear. There were things scarier than this, far more frightening.

"Yes, I want this." She reached out and brushed the hair that fell in front of his forehead, pushing it to the side as an exhale escaped her, and then a brief laugh. "And you? Is—" the heat she felt in her neck, cheeks and the rest of her skin almost unbearable now, her lips feeling warm. "Is this something you want?" And just because the compulsion overtook her, she reached out and pinched the fabric of his shirt. As slight tug closer. "Not scared?" She asked, letting out another chuckle.

It was a strange comfort. Like she could afford to take this leap. It was more than physical, more than need, the overwhelming desire for completion, or her wanting to feel something different. No, this was far different—perhaps a longing that went back longer than her inconsistent dreams did.

Or maybe fate was not that kind or gentle. But what good ever came out of questioning something like that?

No other arms would feel like his; perhaps the aching, the want would settle for no one else. Or perhaps, even, the memories would return—and each second spent in his company would make sense of her: every dark nightmare would take form and change—and she could watch them all. Every single one, melt into him and see them disappear; watch every sunlit morning from a hundred lifetimes go from fear, from rage to forgiveness. From regret to repentance.

Continued from this. closed rp w/ @sylus-hds-7213

Some time later, Lana straightened her sweater after switching on the dishwasher, reaching for her glass of wine—the driest, cheapest chardonnay that had ever disgraced a bottle. A gift from a co-worker ages ago, in one of those half-hearted holiday exchanges. A part of her wondered if that was all she was worth—a discount dinner bottle shoved in a gift bag at the last minute. She took a sip. 

"This wine tastes like shit."

The words slipped out before she could stop them, but honestly, there was no point in pretending otherwise. Still, she grabbed the bottle again, pouring herself half a glass like sheer stubbornness alone could improve the taste. Apparently, she was a masochist.

She felt Sylus watching her from the kitchen island. His presence alone was unspoken commentary. She didn’t have to look at him to know he was probably smirking, probably about to open his mouth and make it worse.

She exhaled sharply through her nose, taking another reluctant sip. "Don’t say it," she warned, lifting a finger in his general direction without even glancing at him. "I cooked for you, so whatever smartass remark you’re about to make? Swallow it like you swallowed the pasta."

Lana groaned and turned, setting the glass down a little too hard on the island. "Look, I already committed. I opened this garbage. It was a white elephant gift, and I refuse to let it win."

She reached for the small succulent sitting in the center of the island, pulling it toward her. She pressed a finger lightly against the soil—her movements focused. Because if she focused on this, she wouldn’t be forced to focus on him and try to come up with more things to talk about. 

Her fingers idly traced the rim of her glass before she finally looked up, holding it aloft. "I’ve been sparing you for the last hour, by the way." A slow smirk tugged at her lips as she tilted her glass toward him. "From this. You’re welcome."

[skltart]

shout out to the people who keeping tagging my caleb art as dustfinger and the other way around. this is for you <3

[enchantedbook]

'Inkheart' by Cornelia Funke, illustration by Alice Cao

[ab-pimenta]

hoping this'll reach its target audience (the Inkheart fandom, if there's any)

first attempt at drawing Basta, from Inkheart. because unfortunately im reviving the crush i used to have in this garbage of a man

anyway, Him

[fromstormsend]

IG: argellastands

[dasbrummli]

Inspired by Inkheart 🖋️🗡️ by Cornelia Funke

Gouache and ink, 20x25 cm.

[brbarou]

a commission for @kennabeth 💫

[skunkes]

qhy are book covers sealiously so fucking ugly nowadays

[littelgreencat]

This kind of movies >>>>

(I'm not even going to include the Lord of the Rings and the Chronicles of Narnia here, they're in a league of their own, my favourite movies ever)

[stubbornlysoft]

[ GRIND ] - @sylus-hds-7213

  [ GRIND ] ― your muse teasingly grinds against my muse.  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆.

The temptation to reach out and touch the skin that seems to glow under the soft lamplight is strong. But instead, she jabs him in the ribs with a finger. Hard. Not hard enough to hurt; an action that's more teasing than anything.  "Can I help you?"

[jadedbugart]

i have no idea who you're drawing ever but im so excited every time you post. you do such gorgeous, natural poses

THANK YOU BELOVED TUMBLR MUTUAL KENNA

dustfinger sketch be upon ye

[skltart]

they're about to go on a roadtrip

[100-great-books]

[ab-pimenta]

thanks a lot for the all love on my previous post 💙 i'll try to do my takes on the other characters from the book as well

here's Capricorn because his design is compelling to me but i don't really care about him tbh

[laziestgirlintown]

Suddenly a sequel comes out to a trilogy finished 17 years ago, and it brings back all the reading joy I remember feeling back then 🤩

If you want to read about books being magic, inspiring and devouring both, these are the books for you: Inkheart and the rest by Cornelia Funke.