#patron; [[dustfinger]]

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@firejugglinghobo cont. from here

Dustfinger’s head jerked up in surprise.  He was normally so mindful when he was playing with fire.  His little flame could hardly have grown large enough to burn Quentin without him realizing it.  He could hardly even feel the heat of it.

Come to think of it, he really couldn’t feel the heat that should have been jumping out to nip him.  In consternation, he looked from Quentin back to the fire, ready to stamp it out if it had grown larger than he wanted it.  He held the torch in his right hand, still sputtering with a light flickering flame.  But the fire had also crept to his left sleeve.

In a panic, Dustfinger dropped the torch and stamped it out, hands fluttering to crush the flame on his jacket, but it only spread across both hands, licking hungrily, whispering excitedly.

Whispering.  He could hear the fire-words, a language that he hadn’t heard in almost a decade.  He held his hands, now shaking, before him in awe, joy slowly replacing the panic and confusion on his face.

“It’s not burning me…”

“That’s great,” Quentin drawled, not at all genuine.  It was the type of tone he’d give someone who was patronizing his children but he couldn’t go off on them.  The overly saccharine, kill them with kindness sort of tone.  

He rolled his eyes, starting to pick at his sweatshirt.  It was odd, he hated the sensation of being burned, it brought back so many bad feelings, but, at the same time, he hardly felt it at all anymore.  

“But it is burning me, so, keep it over there, will you?”

There wasn’t any anger in Quentin’s words--an accident was an accident and he was hardly bothered.  

[reshiiii]

Questions tag

• Answer 20 questions and tag 20 few followers•

Okay, got tagged by @savoy-brown-shoe, so here we go:

Name: named after a patron saint of miners. Her attributes are a three-windowed tower, sword and lightning (damn. That's kinda cool. Jak kocka ľadu. Prepáčte)

Nicknames: Babu

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 155-156cm

Languages: slovak (native), czech, english, spanish, plus learning arabic (and icelandic. But only a little)

Nationality: slovak

Favourite season: i like them all.... Every one of them has something precious.... but autumn/winter are a bit better. I can wear sweaters and long-sleeved shirts. But I love summer bc of the festivals

Favourite flower: thistle

Favourite scent: orange (citrus. Anything that's citrus is good), fire, pine, cucumber, (gin&)tonic, ginger, cinnamon and nutmeg

Favourite color: black and gray (and red. And dark green.)

Favourite animal: fox, birds and lizards generally. Dragons, if they were real

Favourite fictional character: Dustfinger

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea. I like the others too, but only occasionaly. Black tea all the way.

Average sleep: 6-7 hours, I guess? (it runs between 4 and 12 hours, so.... Depends)

Dog or cat person: i like both. But now I only have a cat, so.... They're a bit more chill, and I like that

Number of blankets: 1, but actually 2. I always have one blanket that I shove between the wall and my bed, otherwise I get really cold at night

Dream trip: iceland, spain (again). But I wanna see all of the world.

Blog established: uh, summer 2019?

Followers: 85 (how? but thanks)

Random fact: in 2001-2003 Slovak Broadcast and Radio Twist made a radio adaptation of the Lord of the Rings and it's. Awesome. It's great. The music is lovely. The drama, the atmosphere, the voice-acting! Marián Labuda as Bilbo and Martin Huba as Gandalf. Like. That's my childhood right here.

And! You can find it on youtube!

Thank you for tagging me, and I tag @marsecsip, @sirobissrandu and @ninahope (je mi to blbé bez vás, babuľky), and @i-am-peachy-thank-you. Ofc, you don't have to, if you're not comfy with it and anyone who wants, can!

Have a nice evening!

[oh-phineas]

“Reality is a fragile thing.” -Dustfinger, Inkheart

NAME: Phineas AGE: 19 TITLE: Fantastic Phineas, Quickfinger, Tavern Boy HOUSE: Knightley None OCCUPATION: Mummer WEAPON OF CHOICE: Balls, clubs, scarves, sometimes fire!  ALLIANCES: His brother, Ferb

BIOGRAPHY: (TW death)

The family Phineas Flynn was born into doesn’t matter. They were poor nobodies, and they were swept away by the plague like the rest of his town when he was barely old enough to write his own name. Phineas has only the vaguest memory of watching the coroner haul them away. There was no funeral.

He found himself on the doorstep of a tavern in Kings Landing, where the proprietor allowed him a bed and a warm meal and an opportunity to earn his keep. It was at this tavern that Phineas met Ferb, another orphan with no family to call his own. In time, though the tavern owner revealed herself to be cruel and unkind, and Phineas had much bigger dreams than the tavern anyway.

He began to plan his escape. By candlelight, after the last patron had left (or fallen asleep by the fire) Phineas and Ferb learned juggling. They started with small pieces of cloth and moved onto goblets and silverware and whatever else they could find. They stole what they could and dressed themselves in the brightest colors they could find, and then, one day, they disappeared into the night and left the tavern behind for the last time.

Now, life is much better as a mummer. Phineas gets to keep the money he earns, and sometimes he can even talk his way into getting more of it. He likes the way his performances make people forget about their problems and transport them to a world where everything is bright and the most terrifying thought is a ball hitting the floor. Ferb is his family, the world is his audience, and that is all that matters.

And being a mummer means he has access to a lot of places he didn’t have before. He can steal from a noble. He can charm his way into a delicious meal. And while he stays out of their conflicts, he doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty... if the price is right.

At the end of the day, all that matters is giving himself and his brother the life they deserve. They’ve been through enough, haven’t they? If only life could be as bright and carefree as a juggling performance...

[space-transgressor]

Yes, tell me more about Dustfinger!

(Spoilers for the first book of the Inkheart trilogy. And under a read more because I couldn’t stop talking)

SO. Dustfinger.

Poor guy comes from a basic “medieval fantasy” book where he was a simple fire-eater, with bits of magic and fire speaking in the mix because fuck it, we’re a magical universe, it happens. So, through more magic shenanigans, he finds himself and two awful bastards (who he used to work for but now want him super dead) in our world, in front of a screaming guy with a sword.

He manages to make it out of there without shitting his pants, and is greeted with the lovely sights of 21st century Europe. Can you imagine how fucking scary trucks must look if you come from a medieval period ? So he manages to survive mostly by being a hobo then trying some fire shows for a while, while also going back often to the first guy he met in our world to have this conversation :

“Hey bring me back in our world I’m fucking dying here” 

“Can’t”

 “Pls”

 “Can’t”

“Then how tf did you bring me in if you can’t bring me back”

“shrugs”

So while he just came back from one of those Very Useful trips, one of the two fuckers that came with him is like “Hey yo, so if you just track that guy’s moves and tell us where he’s going to live, we can send you back home. Totes.” So he accepts and gets the guy and his family captured and then discovers that the obvious villains obviously didn’t have his best interests in heart, didn’t have any plans to bring him back and want to destroy every mean he has to do so.

Obviously this gets him a little smad. So for the second part of the book he alternates between helping the nice guys because hey, they didn’t deserve this shit, and trying to not raise the bad guys’ suspicions. All of this while both sides treat him like fucking garbage, calling him a fucking traitor, untrustworthy, outsider that shouldn’t even be here anyways, AND suffering at least 3 cases of “Yeah actually there’s still a way we could get you back. PSYCHED !”

Eventually, they figure out some shit about how some people can make book characters pop in our reality and how some people go in their world in “trade”, yadda yadda, it’s explained better in the book, and they figure the best way to learn shit about the book would be to ask the author ! So they go at his place and Dustfinger’s all like “Yeah I really don’t want to meet this guy, it’d be kinda like meeting my dad but also not making me real ? It’d just be really uncomfortable” and the other people seem to understand, so they go meet the author without him, yet still mention his existence to the author who’s like “Holy shit. I created this guy and now he’s alive. I gotta see him.”

And most of the people think it’d be a bit disrespectful, but the author doesn’t give a damn and tries to “trick” Dustfinger into thinking he’s just an innocent bystander trying to talk to him. It fails horribly. And of course, the author gets really patronizing, treats him more like a thing than a human and then casually slips something like “Oh man, I’m really sad I ended up killing you”. Understandably, Dustfinger freezes and the guy just calmly rambles about the oh so pretty death scene he wrote for him. 

Can you imagine that shit, anon, being treated like you’re basically not real by someone that sees himself as your god and creator and then being told that you’re just supposed to eventually die a rather miserable death simply because he enjoyed that better than seeing you happy with your family ?

So he fucks off outta there, some more shenanigans that I won’t develop happen, (but he basically realizes that he’s been in love with the (lost) wife of the guy that put him into all that trouble in the first place so that’s nice), and the book ends with most of the bad guys dying while some people get teleported in the book, but of course Dustfinger stays in our world because good things aren’t allowed to happen to him, and he has to be the babysitter of some random kid that got teleported from another book in our world and now won’t stop following him.

If this book had been written some centuries ago, Dustfinger would’ve been a Greek tragedy hero and I will keep this opinion beyond death.

Anyways, I really love this guy, the almost “doomed” aspects of his backstory, his wish to go back somewhere where he fucking belongs while always having to juggle between how people see him, what’d be best for him and the “greater good”, the sick fire tricks I haven’t mentioned because this took already forever to type, and also he has a pet marten with horns because that’s just wonderful.

That was a lot of ramble, and I could still develop some shit :p

[matchstickeater]

Omg I forgot about this post I made on main

Anyways here’s some thoughts for Art AU:

- Mo is an art historian and does art restoration (lmao he actually would be an art doctor because he has a PhD in art history)

-Mo and Meggie spend time at art museums and fairs rather than bookstores

- The magic, instead of reading alloud, would be (maybe? If you guys have better ideas I’d love to hear them) the act of painting/drawing/restoring

- Fenolgio is an artist who’s life’s work consists of a series of paintings of the fantasy world that is the inkworld. (I like to imagine that they’d be kind of pre-raphaelite but whatever)

- So when Mo really gets lost in touching up and painting, that’s when the magic happens. So he has to actively stay grounded and focus on technique so as not to let anything bad happen again

- So I guess in this, roles would be reversed and Maggie would want to be an artist and Resa would write

- Elinor is a patron of the arts and has a private collection

- In the case of Darius, I think being forced to bring people out of paintings would be like doing studies or fanart or works inspired by the og artist of them? Darius is a talented artist but maybe specializes in more abstract stuff, rather than Mo, who is pretty jack-of-all-trades, so that’s why when Darius tries to bring out some stuff they’re a bit off. EX: he could probably bring something flawlessly out of a Basquiat painting, but might struggle with a Carravagio

- there’s loads of sketchbooks and tiny watercolors and stuff of all the landscapes of ombra as well as doodles of faeries and shit and portraits of characters like Cosimo and Violante and The Black Prince and stuff. Some of Fenoligio’s works are sketches, some are illustrations, and some art full fledged massive oil paintings. But they all encompass the same world in his head.

-there’s a really dark painting of Dustfinger’s death :(

- Farid is pulled out of an illustration from the Arabian Nights

-besides art everywhere, at the Folcharts house is also loads of art books, and children’s books.

- Book illustrations are the fucking b o m b, man

Anyways please add more and discuss idk why I got so wrapped up in this, but as an artist, thinking about art being burned makes my heart scream but I’m kind of digging this AU

Imagine the whole premise of the inkheart trilogy but with art. You can pull someone one out of a painting or drawing but someone gets sucked into that world.