#dustfinger: says hi

[lostandbackagain]

meggie will look at any adult minding their business, say "is anyone gonna be mean as hell to them or should i," and not wait for an answer

[hauntedvulcan]

Checked my phone during a break in choir rehearsal and saw Dustfinger on my Pinterest. Nice to know he's with me in spirit as I try to count rhythms and sing.

[schleierkauz]

Rereading the available TCoR chapters after rereading Inkheart is so funny. Throughout the whole first book everyone makes fun of Basta for being superstitious and believing in curses, like an idiot. 

Cut to TCoR and 3/4 of the cast is cancelled due to Being Cursed

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

So someday I’ll have brainpower and be able to make the masterpost I want of the similarities between my boys but for now I’m exhausted and braindead and I’m here to tell you how similar Hector from Coco and Dustfinger from Inkheart/Spell are

- Traveling performer, left their families and never came back through no fault of their own

- Unwillingly transported to another world (death counts as being transported unwillingly I feel)

- Left their wife and small daughter(s) alone, accidentally abandoning them

- Not a similarity, but it’s really funny that Roxanne got over Dustfinger coming back REALLY quickly but his daughter Brianna was furious at him, and while Imelda was furious for Hector never coming back Coco apparently loved and remembered him anyway.

- Increasingly desperate shenanigans to get home, including, but not limited to, using a 12-year-old to help them

- Really nice and good with kids in general

- Sad trash hobos

- Accidentally get REALLY ATTACHED to the kid they’re trying to use to get home

- Again, not a similarity, but it is ironic that Dustfinger has so many people who would like to kill him and keeps avoiding death (even at the hands of the author of his own book!) and Hector had no enemies trying to kill him but still couldn’t avoid death it just came to him at the hands of his best friend. Also Hector should have lived a long life and died young and Dustfinger was supposed to die young (in his book) but didn’t because he got stolen out of the story.

- Has a good heart really, it’s just buried under trauma

- Really, really good at the one thing they perform- Hector with guitar/singing and Dustfinger with firedancing.

- Unfairly missed their kid’s lives

- End up trying to teach a kid their special skill and whoops turns out the kid’s a natural (Farid at firedancing, Miguel at performing)

- Can’t catch a break

- Doing their best

- Love their wife and daughter(s) SO MUCH

- They just want to go home and see their families! Let! Them! Go! Home!

Also now I really, really want an AU where when Dustfinger gets yanked into our world he meets recently ’abandoned’ Imelda and Coco and befriends them, and Hector finds Rosanna (Dustfinger’s daughter who died while he was gone) in the Land of the Dead somehow and since she’s the same age Coco was when he left he just adopts her. You’d have to either set Inkheart in the past or Coco in the future but I love the idea so much I think it’d be worth the shenanigans.

[betweensaintsandmonsters]

What’s up readers?! How about a little show and tell? Answer these 13 questions, tag 13 lucky readers and if you’re feeling extra bookish add a shelfie! Let’s Go!

Tagged by @willameena 💖💖💖 thank you!!! i absolutely love talking about books!! pls talk to me about books

1) The Last book I read:

so you don't get lost in the neighborhood by patrick modiano -- this is a book about the failure of memory i think. the narrator is forced to reckon with events from his past that he doesn't really remember? it's not as interesting as it sounds but it was an alright read!

2) A book I recommend:

the stardust thief by chelsea abdullah -- i listened to this audiobook on my way to work and then immediately bought a physical copy because it was so so good! it's a take on the one thousand and one nights and it's absolutely thrilling from start to finish <3

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

clap when you land by elizabeth acevedo -- books in verse aren't normally my thing but elizabeth acevedo is a master of the craft and this story of family is heart wrenching and made me cry

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

we are okay by nina lacour -- this is possibly my favorite book i read it when i need to cry or to feel something. i know that says nothing about the story but it's so good and queer and beautiful i highly recommend

5) A book on my TBR:

the 85 books that are on my bookshelf that i haven't read and my overused library card are taunting me with this question. the one i can see from where i'm sitting on my bed is i'm glad my mom died by jeanette mccurdy but i don't know if that's gonna happen anytime soon. i also really want to get to on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong but i think that's also going to make me cry

6) A book I’ve put down:

i rarely put books down on purpose. often i'll start things and then life will happen and i won't want to start the book from the beginning again so it gets put down. i wish i didn't finish the hobbit because i was in 7th grade and didn't know you could just... not finish something you don't like. three books that i will probably get back to at some point though are: tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow by gabrielle zevin, the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon and helen of troy by bethany hughes

7) A book on my wish list:

i don't really keep a book wishlist! probably something by emily henry because i've been in a romcom mood lately

8) A favorite book from childhood:

inkheart by cornelia funke -- i think this is the book that made me love reading tbh i identified so strongly with meggie and i loved dustfinger and it just got me i also really loved because of win dixie (and i should reread it, i have a copy sitting in my kitchen right now)

9) A book you would give to a friend:

the long way to a small angry planet by becky chambers -- i lied earlier this might be my favorite book. you want a really good found family? you want a harrowing space adventure? you want to see characters that become more real? this is the book for you. this book is about the heart of a family and the home you make and the decision to keep choosing each other and being there in the good times and bad i don't have enough good things to say about it tbh it's pretty much perfect!! i gifted it to a boy once right before i left england (after he came to see a play with me having absolutely no interest in theatre) and having him read it and enjoy it was a highlight of my trip besides going on that date with him that i didn't realize was a date until i was on a plane over the atlantic.

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own:

crush by richard siken -- i'm gay i am legally obligated to own this book

11) A nonfiction book you own:

most of my nonfiction books are memoirs! but here are my top three that i will get to reading at some point!! 1. helen of troy by bethany hughes 2. poet warrior by joy harjo 3. something about the witch trials that i don't remember the name of right now and can't actively see on my shelf

12) What are you currently reading:

summer sons by lee mandelo -- it's gay there's ghosts and messy boys and grief and i'm a quarter of the way done and already know that i'm going to read it again because it's going to wreck me emotionally

13) What are you planning on reading next?

i think i'm going to finish invisible cities by italo calvino next!!

no pressure to do this!! but tagging: @grapenehifics @ragnarlothcat @kittonafoxgirl @bisexualobiwankenobi @tideswept @palfriendpatine66 @thegingerwrites @renlyslittlerose

i'd love to add more books to my infinite pile of books to read!!!!

[firejugglinghobo]

continued from [x] @withinkandquill

Dustfinger would have preferred a tantrum.

His heart breaks a little bit when her thin arms wrap around his leg and her forehead presses against his thigh.

She's too little to name what she actually wants so badly, which Dustfinger knows is not just a scoop of cold sugar but the familiar feeling of belonging in this world that she's accustomed to. She wants to be in there, in the artificially cooled air with normal people, doing normal things.

He knows he's taken her from that, selfishly, hoping for a better life for himself, not necessarily for her. He can't say he hasn't thought about taking her back to Silvertongue time and time again, but abandoning her a second time because he's too afraid to try for her just seems too cruel to really contemplate.

Prying her slightly away from him to give himself a bit of freedom of movement, he crouches down to her level.

"I'm sorry, Rosanna."

It doesn't seem fair to involve her in the adult concerns of money, but he has to say something to explain to her that he isn't just being cruel because he doesn't want her to have nice things.

"Can we have tea tonight instead?"

That was his version of a special treat: Most hotels provided free teabags and sugar packets, so he would give Rosanna a warm cup of pale tea loaded with sugar after her dinner and usually in place of his.

[nellie-elizabeth]

1 & 5 for the book ask?

Who was the most important fictional character for you growing up?

For full transparency I do have to say Sirius Black and Remus Lupin make this list. But to pick an answer off the beaten path, I'll say Dustfinger from the Inkheart series. I'd never read a character quite like him, and he still feels very unique to me in children's/YA literature... the way his cowardice was talked about, and then to see him find ways to be brave anyway... still really gets to me.

5. What real person you’ve read about has had the biggest impact on you?

Probably Helen Keller! I wanted to learn sign language because of her. And just in general my interest/passion for disability rights can probably stem from learning about her when I was a little kid

[peppermintfreak]

Adding characters to sexypedia, part 2. Basta. Here's my tribute to inkvember, promt 23, crown. Put under readmore for an easier read.

Angst

It's said by Fenglio himself that he had an unpleasant childhood, quote unquote: "I always knew he was a very unhappy boy before you picked him up. As it says in another very fine book, it's terribly easy to persuade children that they are worthless. Basta was convinced of it" The rest pretty much spells it out he was groomed by Capricorn into believing this. He's not close with anyone, Dustfinger going far as to confirm this; not to mention the burn scars he got when he was probably even younger than Meggie. Poor thang.

Animal Theming

Associated with both cats and dogs oddly enough. His loyalty to Capricorn and his follower mentality are reminiscent of those of a dog. He's also described with many feline features; his name might be a reference to the Egyptian deity Bastet who is often depicted with a head of a cat and a protector against evil spirits.

Distinctive Voice

Has a "rasping tongue's voice" and purrs for a solid of his dialogue. Remembered by everyone he traumatised.

Knife Murder

His whole thing is that he's Capricorn's knife-man. A knife is his weapon of choice he murders and hurts people with. That's all there is.

Marked Canon/Fanon Divergence

Often portrayed as this macho guy with a manipulative edge to him, subdued what little characterization he has; making him seem less violent/ actually good at his core or sexier otherwise.

Ensemble Dark Horse

Mrs. Funke actively dislikes her villains, and basta's popularity above else. He's not even in the last two books and yet remains one of the top favourites. Yay.

Questionable Neurodivergent Rep/Twisted Freaking Cycle Path

Very popular headcanon for him circling around is that he has a form of OKP. It's said he maintains a clean house; keeps a collection of bricks carefully placed side by side on a chest of drawers; then there's the layers of denial when he was left to be executed. The idea of Capricorn throwing him aside has put him completely dormant.

Pathetic

Like the above. Bro was crying in the corner, sopping wet, born in a cardboard box all alone, like there was no tomorrow. And in retrospect that was almost correct. He was about to be sacrificed to the Shadow, but all he cared about at that moment was Capricorn's final opinion of him. In inkspell he seems to get over it, too bad though at some point he receives another series of scarring and his face gets compared to a lobster. Too many average Basta enjoyers want to fix him.

Religion/Demonic Imaginery

Very superstitious which overlaps. Never seen without a good luck charm around his neck. Probaby practices some occult beliefs if that was indeed a real human bone he wore in Inkspell. He's turned into a Night-Mare sometime after his death.

Scars

Burn scars over his both arms (apparent enough to hide them), and later over his face and possibly the rest of his body.

Short

His short stature is commented on more than once. The best archetype to end this with.

[withinkandquill]

" brushing of hands " ((ok what if young love dustfinger and roxanne???))

The gesture is so simple - the faintest brush of fingers across the back of her hand - but it easily sets the rhythm of her heartbeat to a fluttering frenzy that feels as utterly ridiculous as it is exciting. Heat blooms across her cheeks as her fingers seem to move of their own accord, first towards his and then curling into a fist at her side.

Over the years, so many men had vied for her affection. Who is to say this is any different? Who is to say that his intentions are any more noble? Who is to say it is love that is growing between them and not a desire for possession?

Though as she takes in his profile from her peripheral, she knows. Of course, she knows. It isn’t just anyone from any random village. It’s Dustfinger. He does not want to make an honest woman of her because he has no desire to make an honest man of himself. He does not wish to stifle her spirit because it is that which he has come to know, not some beautiful caricatured woman twirling around the village square. She has not hidden herself from him and thus he has seen all of her and still his - dare she call it love - never seemed to waver. Of course.

It was just a moment of doubt and how silly it had been.

Lips curving into a smile, she lets her fingers reach out again. A ghost of a spark still lingers on her skin where he touched her before and it reignites as she laces her fingers through his, turning fully to cast that smile his way.

[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

[many-gay-magpies]

book opinions post absolutely nobody asked for: so yesterday i finished reading inkheart (which i loved), and today i started in on the sequel, inkspell. i still like the writing and everything, but already five chapters in and it's just—SO heteronormative i kind of can't.

dustfinger goes back to inkworld, where he apparently has a wife—a WIFE—that he left behind when mo read him out of the book. are you kidding me? i cannot FOR THE LIFE OF ME envision that man in a cozy, committed domestic relationship, much less a MARRIED one. and then there's the whole little romance creeping in with meggie and farid, which i wouldn't be nearly as opposed to if not for the fact that 1) he's like 17 at this point and she's 13, and 2) within the same few pages they had meggie swooning internally over his eyelashes, and then him saying she couldn't go to inkworld because she's a girl and therefore weaker/more delicate and her getting (rightfully) mad at him for it. like yes the narrative made it decently obvious that he was in the wrong there, but i am very tired of het couples consisting of a mildly-to-severely misogynistic guy and a girl who has to prove to him that women are strong independent human beings, actually.

anyways. im still enjoying the book and i'm going to keep reading it, but this was bothering me a bit and i wanted to talk about it.

[lostandbackagain]

I commissioned @littlestpersimmon to draw my favorite character ever, dustfinger from inkheart, and I have not stopped staring in actual awe since he finished it. my coworkers can vouch that I cried in public over seeing it for the first time lol.

[totouchthcstars]

@cquity || Dustfinger && any

.｡.:*☆ Dustfinger was still working as a fire-eater after returning to Sydney again through those weird portals. Of course, he had hoped they would bring him back home, maybe. But this hope had been shattered, and now Dustfinegr just was back where he'd started, so to say.

For now, the performance was over, though. he bowerd slightly, blowing out the rest of the fire and then looking Gwin, his  pet horned marten, who was obviously already begging strangers again for food or someone to stroke his fur.

“Come on Gwin,” He therefore called.” The show is over, and I do really want to go home before it is getting all dark….”

[silent-dragon]

Happy Birthday Joshua!

It's Armonye's songbird birthday! Let him him know you wish him a good day. 🎶🐦

Short interview below

December 9,2022

RSA Birthday Interview

Birthday Boy - Joshua Dustfinger

Interviewer - Kimon Dustfinger

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Gift from Kimon

A chance to sing in front of alot of RSA students as got permission to hold a little concert.

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Joshua: "What a wonderful gift you have given me I do love to put on a show. I will make sure my voice is ready for all to hear."

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Interview Questions

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Kimon: "Happy birthday cousin!..It's your special day..*Yawn Oh I am sleepy.."

Joshua: "Kimon why did you volunteer to interview you should rest.."

Kimon: "No I wanna do this I just have to be quick. So can you introduce yourself and say where your from?.."

Joshua: I am Joshua Dustfinger,An Aristocrat. I hail from well your kingdom,The Forest Kingdom of Dustfinger in the Sinterra region."

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Kimon: "I forget we are related sometimes.. Ok what do you do for living beside school?"

Joshua: "I am a opera singer of the playhouse in Velvet City. I'm also a pianist and violinist too. I enjoy musical arts alot so I like working with my talents."

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Kimon: "What are some things..you like to..do?

Joshua: "I love reading books about adventure and thrill seeking. To you probably obvious I like forest strolls and gathering edible mushrooms for cooking later as well."

Kimon: "Yeah you've made me Mushroom bread before..hehe."

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Kimon: "Alright..final question..A good past birthday memory?"

Joshua: "Ah that would be when I attended my 1st opera performance with my father when I was 6. Wasn't part of birthday events we were doing I just stopped in front of the poster and being attracted to the beauty of it. I had never seen one before so my father liked the idea as time of rest for his legs. We watched it and I was never the same again I just had to keep watching them til my heart tol me I needed to be on that stage aswell. Was such a great evening to little me."

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Kimon: ".......zzzZzz"

Joshua: "Figured you eventually fall asleep. Let me finish writing the rest of the interview down for you and get you to bed. Thank you for spending time with me and letting me relive happy times cousin."

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Exciting kitten update!

So I have been writing up kitten bios about each baby and my mom's been posting them on facebook to try and get them set to go to homes after we have them spayed/neutered. We have kept in touch with a few people who got our Bengals back in the day when we were a business and one of them is this very nice lady who got my sweet silver Bengal boy who I called Silverstream and she renamed Romeo because he was such a sweet lover boy. She was one of the first people I thought of who might want a kitten when we found out Maraly and Leeli were pregnant because she adored Silver-Romeo so much. She used to send me pictures and cards and presents in the mail because she was so grateful I'd taken care of her sweet boy! (I was like 10-11 at the time)

Anyway, she commented on Dustfinger's bio today saying she was really seriously considering getting him, even though she hadn't planned to get anymore Bengals... but she KNOWS how sweet our cats are and she knows they're loved and cared for and we are practically giving these cats away considering what a breeder with papers could charge for these babies (we're charging an adoption fee to cover spay/neuters and shots, $250 per kitten. If we had lineages and were still breeders we could charge $2,500 for these babies, easy.)

She messaged my mom tonight and said she wants Dustfinger! :D :D I'm so excited!! Because she LOVES Bengals and she took such good care of my boy Silverstream after she got him and I know she'll send updates and pictures! And I'm so happy because I have just fallen in love with all the babies and I'm gonna miss them terribly and Dustfinger really stole my heart with how sweet he's turned out. He started out so fightsy and terrified, and then as soon as his eyes and ears opened up he turned into the SWEETEST little guy and I'm ;-; :D :D so happy he's going to someone who will love and cherish him.

We do have three other kittens reserved- Maraly's three black babies (Inkheart, Sabine and Prince) are going to the same home! Their new mama got to meet them when they got their shots and she was planning to only get Prince and Sabine but when she met Inkheart... she couldn't split them up. She's a sweet girl who works at a local bakery my mom gets us scones from and she has a cat named Gimli already so I automatically like her more just from that. xD So we'll get to hear about those three babies' antics too!

^The older babies from when they went to get their shots a couple weeks ago. Leeli's babies get their shots tomorrow!

Bonus: Ellie's reaction to discovering a Car Window

[bluejayfiredancer]

hiiiiii im just sliding into your asks because i want to talk to someone about inkheart and mo specifically but no one in my real life wants to hear it lol. here's a question: if i were hypothetically thinking about writing an inkheart tv series what would be the most important parts of mo's character to really try and communicate/illustrate, to you?

omggg!! first off, my sincerest apologies for the late reply! second, I'm always dying to talk about Mo but I'm in the same position as you so thank you so much for the message, truly!!!

this is such a juicy question! if we're hypothetically assuming the whole trilogy would be adapted (and it better)... aside from the more obvious stuff like his relationships with Meggie/Resa/Dustfinger, I'd say that Mo's frankly scarily intense idealism should be hinted at early on, then highlighted. I've mentioned this before here, but it's really the driving force of his character if we're looking at his whole story, and his less reasonable later actions become easier to understand when you have this in mind.

more generally speaking, I basically think the roots of his Bluejay personality need to be consistently shown for his arc to make sense to viewers - his fearlessness and impulsiveness, his willingness to go really hard when he has to, the way he rarely actually fully opens up to anyone, etc. I'm still of the opinion that the seeds were all there; Mo didn't turn into what he does out of nowhere, he was never just a one-dimensional sweet meek dad.

(adding to this, I think it'd be important to properly depict that his acting out in Inkdeath is largely due to him being in a Very Not Good place mentally and not like, him being an asshole while he's having a good time)

I'm coming from a super biased perspective as someone obsessed with Mo's arc, it's unlike anything I've read before or since and I love it so much. I've always seen people not jive with it, so I think it'd be pretty tricky to pull off in an adaptation, too. Is the wider audience ready for a cozy book nerd hot dad to become an angsty pain in the ass murderer hot dad