#MUSE / Dustfinger

[quillheel]

TAGS MASTERPOST. ━ below the cut is a master post of all main & relationship tags used across blogs. all MAIN tags are used the same regardless of blog. all dynamic tags are sorted based on blog and URL. this will be updated with any new tags made. dynamic tags' urls and muses will be adjusted as noticed/requested, but it's very likely I won't notice all of them! if you see something, say something!

MAIN TAGS.

━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.

━ ♔ love will cut you & ask you to carry on singing : musing.

━ ♔ blooming forth in every color : prompts.

━ ♔ your slightly mad sea-captain : ooc.

━ ♔ to jump from anywhere & make it home : threads.

━ ♔ eyes roll away like hard green chestnuts : visage.

━ ♔ wanting like flesh knitting over a wound : xxx.

━ ♔ til there’s nothing left to love but yourself : promos.

━ ♔ on such longing i couldn’t spit out : shipping.

━ ♔ shielding your eyes from the bright noon-light : studies.

━ ♔ ass-to-speech can’t save you now : crack.

━ ♔ the new green of spring is shimmering : dash.

━ ♔ the world grows green again when you smile : games.

━ ♔ watch me hold them to the light : saved.

━ ♔ the sun has made them warm : wishlist.

━ ♔ messengers and heralds of the extraordinary : important.

━ ♔ & hunt something you have a hope of killing : psa.

━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.

DYNAMIC TAGS: QUILLHEEL.

�� ♔ And it all falls into frame; close enough to see / the blue rings of my eyes as I say / something ugly. ━ JEAN&HARRY: playedbetter

━ ♔ Am I still waiting like a / lamb to the slaughter / does your God believe in you? ━ AKARI&VOLO: ofeggies ━ ♔ Why must this happen? why must this be? I dream of space & time and wake up in 2D ━ MONIKA&NATSUKI: ofeggies ━ ♔ A mannequin adrift at sea / I think perhaps things might be better off this way ━ CHARA&ASRIEL: ofeggies ━ ♔ Slim to none: but not so slim you've got to slip between the cracks. So come back: come back. ━ WHEATLEY&CHELL: ofeggies

━ ♔ Legally gray but sweet with the phrasing / Feet in the grave; but gleefully trading ;; Feeding the cravings ━ SPAMTON&ADA: tendercoded ━ ♔ We know what we are but not what we may be. && If music be the food of love; play on ━ ROUXLS&DANDELION: manebloom

━ ♔ Dear Forgiveness; I saved a plate for you. / quit milling around the yard and come inside. ━ DUSTFINGER&MORRO: mourrow ━ ♔ It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest / with this heart of mine that's guilty not remorseful. ━ FRISK&CHARA: intodreams ━ ♔ And the rising tide is blasphemy in the softest second sense ━ ANN&MORTY: sweetcst ━ ♔ Can you make it stop? I don't want to: are you sure? I can’t/I won’t: a ritual/a consumption ━ LINK&GANONDORF: adventuroushero ━ ♔ Hurt too hard too long & die too young; silver dollar glistening on your tongue; may your passage be assured ━ LINK&FADO: adventuroushero ━ ♔ As if he’s trying to tell you / that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside you ━ LINK&DARK LINK: adventuroushero ━ ♔ the beast comes quietly for all / why do you insist on protecting the sacrificial lamb? ━ ETHAN&GANONDORF: askganondorftobadragmire

━ ♔ Its nautical themed; And theres something I’m supposed to say / But I can’t for the life of me remember what it is ━ 4&3: tripleinkstrke ━ ♔ only as cruel as the first time I realized / waving my tiny shadow over a pond to scare the copper minnows ━ SMALLFRY&3: tripleinkstrke

━ ♔ It seems unforgiving when a good thing ends; but you & I will always be back then ━ MONO&SIX: paleciity ━ ♔ They're all so busy yelling; not one of them is hearing / the hissing from the bottom of the boat ━ MONO&RUNAWAY: paleciity ━ ♔ My claws are dull now so don't be afraid / I could keep you warm as long as you can try to be brave ━ HUNTER&RUNAWAY: paleciity

━ ♔ Just believe me when I say / I mean no harm; open arms; I will keep you safe until you / Pass me the knife ━ AKECHI/YUSUKE: tenebriism ━ ♔ Girls like you; they dont come with guarantees / so if you've gotta spend your time; wont you spend it with me? ━ RYUJI&AKARI: leuvspell

━ ♔ Because you had him first / and you would let the world break its own neck if it means keeping him. ━ GANONDORF/LINK: scarfbond ━ ♔ After the foxes have known our taste; After the raven has had his say; I'd be home with you / I'd be home with you ━ LINK/GAIA: gldhte

━ ♔ Souvenez-vous la prochaine fois; Que vient la neige et le fracas / On n'va pas tous mourir ━ KIM/HARRY: playedbetter ━ ♔ When I first saw you the end was soon; to Bethlehem it slouched / & then it must’ve caught a good look at you ━ HARRY/KIM: playedbetter

━ ♔ You are sick: and you’re married: and you might be dying; but you’re holding me like water in your hands. ━ JAMIE/ETHAN: jfouler ━ ♔ Silver; crystal; carousel your effervescent touch / But everybody knows that home is where your teeth sink love ━ BILLY/STU: cardedsoul ━ ♔ You spin the barrel of a fully━loaded gun; If there's no winning might as well just have some fun! ━ JD/VERONICA: ofeggies ━ ♔ Try to get out but we just keep stickin' around / cause it’s a very good bad thing we've found. ━ CESARE/STEVE: z0mburger ━ ♔ Buzzing razor held aloft & just about to strike; I loved you before even ever I knew what love was like ━ KYLE/JACKET: campblcd

━ ♔ If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind ; like a bridge over troubled water; I will ease your mind ━ RAY/PETE: pseudoneiric ━ ♔ You wonder who’s calling your name; shame how nobody knows you / nobody knows you and neither do I ━ RAY/STEBBINS: pseudoneiric ━ ♔ Lipstick on the backseat. saliva on the dash ; I've clawed my way out of here before but I keep on coming back ━ RAY/GARY: pseudoneiric

━ ♔ Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside / We'd sit back and watch the world go by ━ SANS/O’DELLE: theyrots

DYNAMIC TAGS: AFTONTXT.

━ ♔ Oh please just hide behind this back of mine & save your helpless spite / knock on the door; access denied. ━ ALEX&MICHAEL: prizecxrner ━ ♔ You took my hand when you woke up. / we all die alone but I am so glad that you are here ━ MARI&MICHAEL: prizecxrner

[firejugglinghobo]

MUN VS MUSE (Feu Vs Dustfinger)

Tagged by: @withinkandquill

[withinkandquill-aa]

Muse Information: Roxane

Attributes:

Enneagram: 6w5 - The Loyalist / The Defender

MBTI: ISFJ - The Protector

Love Language: Acts of Service

Verses:

Heart, Blood, Death. Canon. This verse follows all pre-canon, post-canon, & canon events of the Inkworld Trilogy.

Ballet Shoes & Stethoscopes. Modern AU. Raised in ballet and singing classes, Roxane chases an early career on the stage until the untimely death of her youngest daughter leads her to pursue a career in medicine again. She becomes a pediatric intensive care nurse, and then nurse practitioner, determined to spare other mothers her pain. Roxane still has an interest in gardening and herbal medicine but it’s strictly a hobby in this verse.

Through Pages & Ink. Reverse AU. Roxane is read out of Inkheart either instead of or after Dustfinger and now must adjust to the modern world while also searching for a way home. Meanwhile, the children suddenly find themselves all alone in a cruel medieval world.

Us & The Dead. Walking Dead AU. Roxane is a singer and the mother of two young girls when the zombie virus begins to spread. With her husband away on business when the outbreak occurred, she believes him dead or otherwise lost to her. Eventually, she meets Lowell Carr ( @mywilliingheart ) and has a son by him whom they name Jehan. Shortly after, her youngest daughter - Rosanna - dies of an illness no one can diagnose or treat. Following the loss, Roxane begins to take an interest in medicine - specializing in herbal medicine to make use of what is still readily available to them.

The Witch In The Woods. High Fantasy AU. After magic saves the life of her youngest daughter, Roxane devotes her life to the craft, mastering it in order to protect her family from the likes of such threats again. Along the way, she meets new friends such as Ulysses ( @deepseawarlock ) and Maverick ( @darkhearthorns ).

Playlists:

Notes:

Roxane’s birthday is March 3rd.

[tough-girl9]

Having hyperfixations for me is kinda like how people talk about falling in love and getting married.

When I get a brand-new hyperfixation, it’s fireworks and butterflies in the stomach and stars in my eyes whenever I see anything related to it and sweet shivers down my spine whenever I hear someone mention it. It’s late nights researching every tidbit I can find about it. It’s the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about as I fall asleep at night. It makes me so indescribably happy and I can’t imagine my life without that thing.

But after a while, the fireworks fade and the butterflies go to sleep, and it’s not sparkly and new and exciting anymore. I don’t feel like I’m physically dying if I go an hour without thinking about it. It’s no longer the (only) thought that I fall asleep to at night. But instead, it becomes something old and familiar and deeply comforting. I can exist in the same space as it, just enjoying its presence, without needing to interact with it, just appreciating it and everything we’ve been though together: all the fics, all the fanart, all the hours of daydreaming. 

It’s turned into a deeper love that I know will stay with me always. I know those characters, those stories, will always have a special, deep place in my soul, and even if it’s been years since I’ve thought about that particular hyperfixation, I still feel something soft and warm unfurl inside me when someone mentions it or I unexpectedly run across something that reminds me of it.

Hyperfixations never go away for me. They turn into companions whom I may no longer be head-over-heels infatuated with, but whom I love from the deep places of my heart and whom I know as well as I know myself.

I love every hyperfixation I’ve ever had, and I will love them always.

[evershiftingmuse]

@not-museing-around

"Unless you're here to fix the problem at hand; I need you to leave!" Dustfinger says, aggressively as he's holding a book in his hands tightly. Anger and fear paint a portrait of the man's appearance.

[theobsidicnstar]

@firejugglinghobo

There was a certain tediousness to travelling, but what couldn't she say that about. Her life before Aretuza had been spent tending to pigs and enduring the hateful jeers of both her family and her peers, and then there was the lesson at Aretuza which had proved to be a struggle day in and day out.

She thought she would be free when she escaped that place, when she moved on to instate herself as court mage, no longer ugly and unwanted but quite literally changed - beautiful and powerful. It had proved as tedious and unbearable as everything before it and so, after thirty years of service to the king, she left.

There had been moments since that had been like light cutting through her dreary days - moments with someone she thought she had loved - but those were gone now with his latest confession and even if they weren't, they were far and few between compared to decades of either nothingness, struggle, or failure.

She had failed to make a name for herself, failed to protect, failed to find love, failed to restore what Aretuza had taken from her.

Yennefer had expected very much the same when she had awoken that morning and set out for another day of travelling - long hours, tired feet, the overwhelming sense if grief and anger that had taken permanent residence inside her chest.

So, when she sees the man on the worn down trail ahead of her, blood on his skin and his clothes, she stops for just a moment. Is he even alive?

"Are you alright?" Yennefer calls as she begins to move forward once more, her pace picking up. She doesn't think it outright but perhaps, she can save this man. Perhaps, that could be the victory she was craving.

[rootsandflcwers]

New Tag Drop

[littlebodyinkheart]

HERE IT ISSS MY STUPID DDLC X INKHEART AU!!

Unfortunately, the file got messed up when I pasted it here, so I couldn't add any fancy visual effects to it (trust me when I say it looked SO much better in the original file), so I guess we'll just have to take what we can get.

So enjoy :D (I hope)

Ladies and gents of the Inkheart (and DDLC) community, I, @hearts4capricorn , present to you:

DOKI DOKI!🖋

❤️‍🔥FIRE RAISERS CLUB!❤️‍🔥

Monika - Capricorn

Sayori - Dustfinger

Natsuki - Basta

Yuri - Mo

Greetings, Capricorn here!

Welcome to the Fire Raisers! It's always been a dream of mine to reach the top and do great things, as of starting this “club�� if you will, will only make things easier for me. Now that you're also a Fire Raiser, you can help me make that dream come true in this fantasy novel.

Every day is full of chit-chat and activities with all of my loyal and unique club members:

Dustfinger, the youthful and optimistic “Fire Dancer” who values life the most;

Basta, the deceivingly hot-headed boy who packs an assertive punch; also my most loyal henchman;

Mortimer Folchart, the timid and mysterious one who finds comfort in the world of books;

...And, of course, Capricorn, the leader of the club. (That's me)

I'm expecting you to make friends with everyone and help the Fire Raisers become stronger than ever. But I can tell already that you're a sweetheart—will you promise to spend the most time with me?

Mo poems

Act 1, second day

Ghost under the light

My hair illuminates beneath the amber glow.

Glowing.

It must be this one.

The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.

The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.

I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.

The light flickers.

I flicker back.

Act 1, third day

On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,

And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;

Round many western islands have I been

Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;

Yet did I never breathe its pure serene

Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies

When a new planet swims into his ken;

Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes

He star’d at the Pacific — and all his men

Look’d at each other with a wild surmise —

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

Act 1, fourth day

The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung up in America

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,

Who after birth didst by my side remain,

Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,

Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,

Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,

Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).

At thy return my blushing was not small,

My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,

I cast thee by as one unfit for light,

The visage was so irksome in my sight;

Yet being mine own, at length affection would

Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.

I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,

And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.

Act 2

Tyrant

My first thought was, he lied in every word,

That hoary cripple, with malicious EYE

Askance to watch the working of his lie

On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford

Suppression of the glee, that purs’d and scor’d

Its edge, at one more victim gain’d thereby …

The Bell

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space – began to toll,

AS ALL THE HEAVENS WERE A BELL,

And Being, but an EAR,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

WreTCHEDed, solitary, HERE

C ICORN S L ST ENING

Dustfinger poems

Act 1, second day

Dear fire

The way you glow and crackle in the night,

It makes me feel like you missed me too.

Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed.

Making me rub the sleep from my eyes.

Are you asking me to come out and play?

Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?

I look above. The sky is of deep blue.

It's a secret, but I trust you too.

If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.

But I'm not mad.

I want to play with you.

Act 1, third day

And I to fire

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire:

How comes it then that this her cold so great

Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,

But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold?

Dustfinger's poetry pamphlet poem

%

Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of

Get.

Out.

Of.

My.

Head.

Ashes denote that fire was;

Respect the grayest pile

For the departed creature’s sake

That hovered there awhile.

But a fire never actually dies.

It just stops moving.

Basta poems

Act 1, second day

Knives

Knives are sharp.

Knives are dangerous.

Knives are fun.

Knives can kill.

Knives can make you feel alive.

Knives go away.

Act 1, third day

Sharp

each night

when I go to bed

I lay on my side

because there are

knives in my back

and knives in my head

lying on my back

or lying on my chest

would only push the

knives in further

But then comes a hand

To guide me through the dark

And when I reach to grab it

The knives retract with a spark

Act 1, fourth day

Because you

Tomorrow will be brighter with me around

But when today is dim, I can only look down.

My looking is a little more forward

Because you look at me.

When I want to say something, I say it with a shout!

But my truest feelings can never come out.

My words are a little less empty

Because you listen to me.

When something is above me, I reach for the stars.

But when I feel small, I don't get very far.

My standing is a little bit taller

Because you sit with me.

I believe in myself with all of my heart.

But what do I do when it's torn all apart?

My faith is a little bit stronger

Because you trusted me.

My pen always puts my feelings to the test.

I'm not a good writer, but my best is my best.

My poems are a little bit dearer

Because you think of me.

Because you, because you, because you.

Act 2

Too many

"There’s too many”,

And they looked at me.

Did someone stab me?

It felt like it.

And then they said my name.

Did someone twist the knife?

It hurts.

Basta's request

I don't know how else to bring this up. But there's been something I've been worried about. Dustfinger has been acting kind of strange lately. You've only been here a few days, so you may not know what I mean. But he's not normally like this. He's always been sarcastic and lively and annoyingly energetic ...things like that.

Okay... This is really embarrassing, but I'm forcing myself to suck it up. The truth is, I'm REALLY worried about him. But I would rather DIE than try talking to him about it. He's my WORST ENEMY. I don't know what to do. I think you're the only person that he'll listen to. I don't know why. But please try to do something. Maybe you can convince him to talk to someone.

I've always wanted to try getting closer to “Dirty-Finger” and it actually really hurts me to see this happening. I know I'm going to hate myself later for admitting that, but right now I don't care. I just feel so helpless. So please see if you can do something to help. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. I'll even give you my knife for a day if I have to. Just please try to do something.

As for Capricorn... I don't know why, but he's been making me feel weird recently. Something in his eyes makes me freeze in fear when he glances at me, and I feel like I'm missing something important that I can't remember. So I'm trying my best to avoid getting him mad right now, and that's why I'm coming to you about this. DON'T LET HIM KNOW I WROTE THIS!!!! Just pretend like I gave you a really good poem, okay? I'm counting on you. Thanks for reading.

“I changed my mind.”

“Ignore everything you just read”

“There's no point in trying to do anything”

“It's Dustfinger's own fault that he's so unlikable”

“Can you hear me, reader?”

“If you would just spend more time with Capricorn, all these problems would go away.”

“Silvertongue and I are too messed up for someone as wonderful as you.”

“Just think of Capricorn from now on.”

“Just Capricorn.”

Just Capricorn.

Just Capricorn.

Just Capricorn.

*game restart*

Cornelia Funke

(Team Salvato)

Just Capricorn.

Capricorn poems

Act 1, second day

The Lady Who Knows Everything

An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.

The Lady who Knows Everything.

A beautiful lady who has found every answer,

All meaning,

All purpose,

And all that was ever sought.

And here I am,

a feather

Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.

Day after day, I search.

I search with little hope, knowing legends don't exist.

But when all else has failed me,

When all others have turned away,

The legend is all that remains -

the last dim star glimmering in the twilight sky.

Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.

I fall.

And I fall and fall, and fall even more.

Gentle as a feather.

A dry quill, expressionless.

But a hand catches me, between the thumb and forefinger.

The hand of a beautiful lady.

I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.

The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.

Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.

"I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.

There is no meaning.

There is no purpose.

And we seek only the impossible.

I am not your legend.

Your legend does not exist."

And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.

Act 1, third day

Hole in Wall

It couldn't have been me.

See, the direction the spackle protrudes.

A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.

I peer inside for a clue.

No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.

But it's too late. My retinas.

Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.

It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.

It was too deep.

Stretching forever into everything.

A hole of infinite choices.

I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.

I was looking out.

And she, on the other side, was looking in.

Act 1, fourth day

Hole in wall 2

But she wasn't looking at me.

Confused, I frantically glance at my surroundings.

But my burned eyes can no longer see color.

Are there others in this room? Are they talking?

Or are they simply words on flat sheets of paper,

The sound of frantic scrawling playing tricks on my ears?

The room begins to crinkle.

Closing in on me.

The air I breathe dissipates before it reaches my lungs.

I panic. There must be a way out.

It's right there. She's right there.

Swallowing my fears, I brandish my pen.

Act 2

Wheel.

A rotating wheel. Turning an axle. Grinding. Bolthead. Linear gearbox. Falling sky. Seven holy stakes. A docked ship. A portal to another world. A thin rope tied to a thick rope. A torn harness. Parabolic gearbox. Expanding universe. Time controlled by slipping cogwheels. Existence of God. Swimming with open water in all directions. Drowning. A prayer written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A kaleidoscope of holy stakes. Exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. God disproving the existence of God. A wheel rotating in six dimensions. Forty gears and a ticking clock. A clock that ticks one second for every rotation of the planet. A clock that ticks forty times every time it ticks every second time. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked ship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks. A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes in all directions. Breathing gearbox. Breathing bolthead. Breathing ship. Breathing portal. Breathing snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes. Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.

Open Your Third Eye

I can feel the tenderness of her skin through the knife, as if it were an extension of my sense of touch. My body nearly convulses. There's something incredibly faint, deep down, that screams to resist this uncontrollable pleasure. But I can already tell that I'm being pushed over the edge. I can't... I can't stop myself.

And suddenly all I see is red. Red blood. Red church. Red cathedral. Red satin. Red God. Red sky.

And the eye opens.

Act 3

Happy End.

Pen in hand, I find my strength.

The courage endowed upon me by my one and only love.

Together, let us dismantle this crumbling world

And write a novel of our own fantasies.

With a flick of his pen, the lost finds his way.

In a world of infinite choices, behold this special day.

After all,

Not all good times must come to an end.

Mo words

1. Pages

2. Book

3. Journal

4. Fantasy

5. Imagination

6. Words

7. Journey

8. Judgement

9. Landscape

10. Philosophy

11. Portrait

12. Intellectual

13. Analysis

14. Atone

15. Question

16. Time

17. Variance

18. Story

19. Novel

20. Tenacious

Dustfinger words

1. Fire

2. Adventure

3. Daydream

4. Match

5. Dancer

6. Summon

7. Fairy

8. Marten

9. Fireworks

10. Family

11. Home

12. Coward

13. Forgive

14. Friendship

15. Nature

16. Garden

17. Return

18. Scars

19. Unrequited

20. Secret

Basta words

1. Knife

2. Sharp

3. Edge

4. Neglect

5. Trust

6. Loyalty

7. Betrayal

8. Curse

9. Hex

10. Spell

11. Luck

12. Superstitious

13. Clairvoyant

14. Cat

15. Mint

16. Jacket

17. Anxiety

18. Tough

19. Blade

20. Dagger

+ Bonus!

Capricorn words

1. Shadow

2. Red

3. Cathedral

4. Master

5. Heart

6. Tyrant

7. Murder

8. Ashes

9. Memory

10. Crimson

11. Lust

12. Cage

13. Climax

14. Massacre

15. Wrath

16. Hate

17. Childhood

18. Father

19. King

20. Ink

Your Reality.

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you

In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

Just move your hand, write the way into his heart

But in this world of infinite choices

What will it take just to find that special day?

What will it take just to find that special day?

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?

When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway

When I can't even read my own feelings

What good are words when a smile says it all?

And if this world won't write me an ending

What will it take just for me to have it all?

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?

Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

How can I write love into reality?

If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat

What do you call love in your reality?

And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you

I'll leave you be.

CREDITS✒️

Doki Doki Literature Club! - Dan Salvato

Monika, Natsuki, Yuri, Sayori - Dan Salvato

Your Reality - Dan Salvato, Jillian Ashcraft

Poems “Ghost Under The Light”, “Because you”, “Wheel”, “Open Your Third Eye”, “Happy End”, “Dear Sunshine/Fire”, “Hole in wall”, “Hole in wall 2”, “The Lady who Knows Everything” - Doki Doki Literature Club!

Inkheart - Cornelia Funke

Capricorn, Mortimer Folchart, Basta, Dustfinger - Cornelia Funke

POEM CREDITS✒️

“Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came”

(Tyrant) - Robert Browning

“I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain”

(The Bell) - Emily Dickinson

“The Tenth Muse Lately sprung up in America” - Anne Bradstreet

“On First Looking into Chapman's Homer” - John Keats

“My love is like to ice, And I to Fire”

(And I to Fire) - Edmund Spenser

“Ashes denote that fire was”

(Dustfinger's poetry pamphlet poem)

- Emily Dickinson

“Knives” - user “Izzy” on hellopoetry.com

“Sharp” (short fragment from “knives”) - user “Rick Adams” on hellopoetry.com

@peppermintfreak @tintenherzundseele @a-pun-and-ten-dead

[quillheel]

@mourrow ━ cont. on another post bc legacy editor ( I NEVER FORGOT THEM 🥺🥺 )

"The world is counterfeit to me, Tempest. they'd long since given up questioning me ━ unlike you, and your burning curiosity."

Dustfinger pays no mind to the attitude befouling his companion, the half answer falling from his tongue as gracefully as he is himself : which is only to say what elegance he lacks is reimbursed with his eccentricities, ones you can observe but accept, understandable in the way he is; and as such, acting as a mask.

something holding him down ; something hidden. you could pry it from him, but rarely in his life has never made it easy.

He keeps his head dipped more than his shoddy posture would usually have him poise naturally, one hand fanned out above his brow to block out the sun as the other holds the map, sun shining off the plastic sheen in a way that made it half blinding to try to read, but Dustfinger was a man of many apathies, and with apathy often trails patience. ━ or rather, the mockery of patience, to replace where a heartache he cannot dwell on lest he is consumed by it hollowed him out, balancing the weight & the weightless. ━━ He doesn't dare to bother with looking at Morro despite his answer until he stakes a finger at Gwins pocket. ━ Something which earns Morro a sidelong glance as Gwin swivels and shakes her slender body in the hidden comfort of the fabric with the same dexterity as children might toss & turn with a certain violent carelessness when half asleep, but no less angry as one being greeted with a rude awakening.

"Mind your fingers," he speaks casually, but with a certain dry knowingness that may have been almost uncomfortable should you remember who you spoke to. "Gwin's of richer blood than any rat, and sharper nerve than your delicate little hands would be keen to." ( undead or not )

Dustfinger continues his steady pace as the word delicate rested itself on the haunch of his tongue like sugar, too sweet for him. neither exactly intended as insult or discredit to the boy, but rarely do words fall from him as they should. To Dustfinger, it was stating the inherent: masters of wind must be of softer hands than fire, naught to be burned by ice or blaze or scored in turn by earth reclaiming stones from the iron in your blood; wind was a delicate thing to unravel & work, and as such, delicate hands were inherent to wield it, to him. dexterity in weaving silk to something greater, the battle there is with something that wants to twist one way when you force it to another

━ Dustfinger never forced the flame, to him; it was a friend, but here, in this shoddy, too cold & too hot place, it was mindless, sparkless, out of itself.

to Dustfinger, it was, anyway, which of course didn't matter half as much as it might have been to anyone else, were he anyone else.

After another effort to read the map ( a part of him tempted to carve the parchment out of its plastic prison with his knife like game ) he sighs, feeling Gwin threaten ━ no, actively ━ try to chew another hole into his pocket as if to express as loudly as possible her insatiable hunger with her regained consciousness; maybe he shouldn't have half taunted / half warned the Windswept of her, he fears they might have more in common than he thought.

He enters into a decently busy area ━ perhaps a market-place? it's always hard to tell for him, eyes trained enough to recognize the staples, but never to the same certainty he knew his own world with ━ and Dustfinger scans the area with clearer eyes than he'd ever given Morro, sharp with wit but somehow never to the extensions you knew it could reach if he only allowed it to be ( or maybe it wasn't Dustfinger holding himself back at all, maybe it was something else entire ), as he steps into the center of the area. not many. ah, well. maybe it didn't matter. this would do fine.

He hauls off his backpack; a rugged thing in how it weighed him down undesirably; and began to unpack, slipping off his coat as he did. He, with a learned precision, plucks Gwin out of his pocket as he does, but blood is still drawn regardless of his efforts towards caution ( the worn skin around his eyes tense at the pain, wrinkling itself like an indebted answer ). he pops her in the bag, quick as a thief, and pulls out from another pocket a small chunk of bread no bigger than the tip of his pinkie; convincing enough to get her to release him, blood trickling from where her sharp teeth dug through, and he continues preparing as she takes the bribe & scurries further within the bag to devour it.

[silverintheinkwell]

Mo was about to press further, repeat his question of 'how long have you known?', but pushed it to the side.

Dustfinger wasn't to be trusted, yes, but Mo needed to get Resa.

"Up north?" He asked, scrambling to grab things off of shelves and out of desk drawers, coins and books and pens and all sorts of things, shoving them all in his workbag, "That's close to my aunt's house, I can keep Meggie safe there-"

Mo immediately stopped in his tracks, his hands stilling on the book he’d been so focused on moments before.

“…What?”

He rushed over, abandoning Romeo and Juliet to quickly shut the door behind Dustfinger, “She’s alive? How long have you known? Where-”

[firejugglinghobo]

🎡 -Sadie

send 🎡 or [carnival] to take my muse(s) to the local carnival @sadiebrin

Everything about the carnival should have repulsed Dustfinger. It was bright, crowded, and noisy. Most of the food was brightly colored, and Dustfinger would have to be bodily restrained before he'd ever find himself on any of the rides.

But there was a familiarity to the atmosphere that actually attracted him. He understood these people, both those in attendance and those running the fried food stands and games of chance. He understood how bright lights and hypnotic music could be used to excite the senses of people looking for an escape from the monotony of their everyday lives. He understood the pull to just live in a world like this for a while, to forget time and reality in the grandeur and simplicity of the carnival.

He wondered what Sadie thought of it all. She was still difficult for him to read at times. This wasn't his first visit to a place like this, but it might be hers, for all he knew.

"How are you feeling?"

He nudged her slightly to get her attention away from the bright lights and flashing colors illuminating the steadily darkening evening around them.

[withinkandquill-aa]

Muse Information: Rosanna

Attributes:

Enneagram: 7w6 - The Enthusiast / The Entertainer

MBTI: ENFP - The Champion

Love Language: Quality Time

Verses:

Heart, Blood, Death. Canon. This verse follows all pre-canon, post-canon, & canon events of the Inkworld Trilogy.

Ballet Shoes & Stethoscopes. Modern AU. Raised in ballet and singing classes, Roxane chases an early career on the stage until the untimely death of her youngest daughter leads her to pursue a career in medicine again. She becomes a pediatric intensive care nurse, and then nurse practitioner, determined to spare other mothers her pain. Roxane still has an interest in gardening and herbal medicine but it’s strictly a hobby in this verse.

Through Pages & Ink. Reverse AU. Roxane is read out of Inkheart either instead of or after Dustfinger and now must adjust to the modern world while also searching for a way home. Meanwhile, the children suddenly find themselves all alone in a cruel medieval world.

Spared By Fairy Dust. Rosanna Lives AU. Rosanna survives the illness that was meant to take her life after the fairies intervene on her behalf. She then grows up on the farm alongside her sister and brother.

Us & The Dead. Walking Dead AU. Roxane is a singer and the mother of two young girls when the zombie virus begins to spread. With her husband away on business when the outbreak occurred, she believes him dead or otherwise lost to her. Eventually, she meets Lowell Carr ( @mywilliingheart ) and has a son by him whom they name Jehan. Shortly after, her youngest daughter - Rosanna - dies of an illness no one can diagnose or treat. Following the loss, Roxane begins to take an interest in medicine - specializing in herbal medicine to make use of what is still readily available to them.

The Witch In The Woods. High Fantasy AU. After magic saves the life of her youngest daughter, Roxane devotes her life to the craft, mastering it in order to protect her family from the likes of such threats again. Along the way, she meets new friends such as Ulysses ( @deepseawarlock ) and Maverick ( @darkhearthorns ). Eventually, Ulysses begins to mentor Rosanna in harnessing the leftover magic resting inside her.

Inkthief. Inkthief AU. Rosanna is read out of Inkheart along with Dustfinger, but when Capricorn and Basta drag him out of Mo’s house, the infant Rosanna is left behind. Mo instantly takes the child in, raising her alongside his own daughter as sisters, but when Dustfinger returns for her, he can’t seem to let her go.

Welcome To Wonderland. Helheim AU. After Rosanna dies sleeping in her mother’s arm from a sickness that had plagued the child for more than a week, she awakes in a strange place. Frightened at first, she longs to return home, but then she meet Hel ( @helreginn ) and is assured she will see her family soon. Comforted by the promise and the woman’s maternal disposition, Rosanna agrees to wait with her and finds she might even have some fun while she waits.

Playlists:

Notes:

N/A

[mischiefandnightmares]

💍 for Fey

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

@firejugglinghobo

Fey softly sighed as she began to wake from her slumber. As she woke up Fey noticed that she was sprawled over a couch, half dressed in an over sized shirt and muddy boots. Well, it was clear what happened. Last night she had a great deal of drink and fun. The red head groaned in pain as she sat up. Probably from due to her uncomfortable sleeping position. But as she got off the couch the spirit noticed that she had something sparkling on her hand. A ring. Oh no. What happened last night? The last thing she remembered was getting a pint with an old friend. 

“Dustfinger?” she called. 

[rootsandflcwers]

Any other child might have questioned his proposed method - after all, one could walk for hours and be even more lost in the vast wild of the world - but Lucy had lived her five years almost entirely at the lighthouse. Her world could be walked in a span of minutes. Mere moments was all that had separated her from one coast to the other and all one had to do to locate another was shout.

Here, the world was so much bigger. She was discovering that every single day, and still, she lacked any idea of just how big a neighborhood or town or country could really be.

So, she just chirps, "okay," and trots to catch up and wrap her little fingers around his. Lucy follows him quite confidently and in silence until enough time passes and she gets bored. Then she asks the questions she's carried with her since she heard his rather unusual name.

"Where are you from?"

Continued from x; @firejugglinghobo

[pages-and-words-archived-again]

Hey everyone! I’m Allie and I’m 23 years old. This hub and all side-blogs are semi-selective, multiship, and OC/Crossover friendly. Non-mutuals are welcome!

I do ask that you please read my Info & Rules page (either linked here or in the doc linked below) before interacting! 

Also linked below are my interest tracker and mobile muse list, along with a list of my mains (simply means that they’ll most likely get replies more often). 

At the very bottom of this post, beneath the Keep Reading are the list of my many side-blogs, each dedicated to a different category of muses!

Rules

Muse List (currently up to date)

Interest Tracker (currently up to date)

Mains

@withinkandquill

@all-the-muses

@all-the-muses-private

Side-blogs

Primary

@words-of-elfhame (Jude and Cardan from The Folk of the Air)

@words-of-originality (Fandomless OCs)

Secondary 

@words-of-magic (Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter)

@words-of-tomatoes (Scarlet Benoit and Wolf from The Lunar Chronicles)

Tertiary

@words-of-freedom (Haymitch Abernathy and Finnick Odair from The Hunger Games)

Temporary Hiatus

@words-of-heroes (Peter Parker from MCU)

@words-of-honor (Maverick, Bob, Phoenix, and Hangman from Top Gun & Top Gun: Maverick)

@words-of-ink (Dustfinger and an OC from Inkheart)

@words-of-witches (Raine Whispers and Luz Noceda from The Owl House)

@words-of-smoak (Felicity Smoak from Arrow)   

@words-of-sacrifice (Devil King from A Korean Odyssey)

@words-of-remorse (Shin Hyeok-u from The Uncanny Counter) 

@words-of-trickery (Loki from MCU)   

@words-of-the-multiverse (America Chavez from MCU)

@words-of-wisegirl (Annabeth Chase from Percy Jackson)

@words-of-the-undercity (Silco, Vi, and Ekko from Arcane) 

@words-of-cultivation (Wei Wuxian and a-Qing from The Untamed)

[silverintheinkwell]

I have Dustfinger in my list of muses but I haven't done a single thing with the lil rat :|