#《 meggie folchart. 》writings.

[ofthclight]

some might say that the house is silent ,  but she knows better .  the noises are soft ,  but she can hear steadied sound of mo binding a book .  pages shift ,  thread binds ,  there’s a soft thud as the cover shuts ,  a swish of a brush as glue is applied .  it’s her favorite sound ,  and one that’s all too familiar in the small cottage .  tucking her bookmark back between the pages ,  meggie shifts so that her legs are drawn beneath her ,  book hugged closer to her chest as she watches her father work ,  waiting another few moments before she breaks the silence .   ❝ what was she like? ❞   it bridges a gap they don’t often address .  one she tries not to address .  but the book she’s reading  ( like so many of the books she’s read )  has a mother .  some are cruel and some are kind and most lie somewhere between ,  but to her they always feel a bit hollow .  perhaps because she doesn’t have anything to compare them do .   ❝ my mother? ❞          /          @fenixburned   +   for mo ! 

[kennabeth]

I'm so convinced farid and jehan are going to spend the whole road trip fighting bc:

1) the first few chapters showed the folchart kids being lovely, gentle, affectionate siblings, and if cornelia is going to write anything it's going to be a foil.

2) once told to stop doing something, farid ALWAYS does it one more time and gets in trouble over it and he only picked on jehan once in inkspell so I'm still waiting for him to double down and get smacked for it.

3) farid has ALREADY IN THIS BOOK told meggie "damn same dick forever? 😿" where he could be heard by multiple adults who would smack him; I'm sure he's worse with his siblings.

[insanelydeadlybookcollector]

Have you every thought of publishing one of your fanfic stories but obvs using different names ?

Yes I have.

I self published a story a couple of years ago that did fairly well (No, I won't be handing out titles). Plus, I have two stories that I'm shopping for a publisher for that were Percy Jackson AUs.

When I say AU, I don't mean I wrote the thing and then changed the names a la Control Find and Replace. When I was plotting the text, the characters were based on Percy, Luke and Annabeth. But I drew on other established characters that I liked with similar traits, like Rory Gilmore, Evelyn Carnahan, Emma, Meggie Folchart, Lilly Truscott, to inform my characterisation as intellectual to the point of isolation but still social, sporty but not a team player, capable of alienatingly aggressive bantering but still somehow charming, but what quickly became my own characters before I even started writing.

This way my characters are neither flat, nor boring and, as much as I hate to admit, conform to current trends in popularity.

For me that is easier, analysing the similarities between my favourite characters in fiction to inform how I would portray someone similar. Or completely opposite.

Which is why writing little one shots to defend or explain a single canonical action is quite helpful to my writing style and I can flesh out motivations.

After all, there's no point to a story, except a parable, unless the characters are rounded, agentic and borderline autonomous.

[wickedlittleoz]

Im at the part where mo got kidnapped and meggie is left behind and dustfinger is gone too so im like how will they get mo back now and its very fun i sure hope the book doesnt lose itself in empty pass time

Im also reading it in german, the language it was originally written in and its my third language so thats difficult as well there are so many words and i cant take this language seriously

I'm gonna watch the movie soon, dont know when but i will

Damn, i cant imagine that would be good on your back, hope you get your bed back soon along with your computer!

-G

oh my god the anxiety in this part is tough dakjhfklajsla and like there are so many pages left still that i was like, where is this going lol poor meggie. i love dusty but he really messes up with the folcharts

also holy shit reading the original text must be such an experience!!! and third language, wow your brain! gremlin the fucking genius 🤩

sorry it took me a while to write back but! i do have my bed and pc back :D had THE best sleep last night dajkhfjaksa and yeah i'll get to writing those drabbles asap~

[carrotsofthepirabbean]

his dark materials got me reading all my primary school books and i read inkheart for the first time in? 10 years? and ya know what, mortimer folchart IS the Ideal Man

[schleierkauz]

The Color of Revenge: Chapter 3

This chapter burned my house down but here it is. You probably know the drill by now - please tell me if you find any mistakes, share your thoughts and enjoy! :)

Chapter 3: It’s not easy to find a Glass Man

It’s not easy to find a glass man, especially one that doesn’t want to be found. The Black Prince, who had only just returned to Ombra with his following of strolling players, musicians and acrobats, started a search party with all of them.

Meggie’s mother Resa drew portraits of Ironstone that they showed around. Mo and Doria took turns inside the tavern Rosenquartz favored (after the innkeeper had made it very clear that she had better things to do than watching every glass man who sat down on her counter).

Meggie took her brother Dante on long walks through the streets of the neighborhood where Rosenquartz had seen Orpheus’ glass man. She hoped Dante might spot him more easily since he was so small.

But there was no trace of Ironstone anywhere. The futile search and the fear they all felt brought back dark memories. Memories of the reign of the Adderhead and the sinister role Orpheus had played back then. After five years of peace, the past seemed almost unreal. But everyone who searched the city for the glass man remembered all too well the fear and pain of those days. When the sun was setting and they still hadn’t found Ironstone, even her Ugliness’ soldiers joined the efforts. But they couldn’t find him either.

Only one of Orpheus‘ old foes wasn’t in Ombra when Rosenquarz’s discovery disrupted Ombra’s peace. Farid had spent the last year or so at the courts of South Lorraine, being celebrated for his fire shows. It was a long journey there but Doria’s brother, the Strong Man, agreed to go to find and warn Farid after Dustfinger asked him to.

“Well, you seem very sure that Orpheus is still alive,“ Fenoglio said to Dustfinger as they stood at the city wall with the Black Prince and watched the Strong Man disappear down the road. Despite his size he had, as always, chosen a donkey to carry him.

“I never believed he was dead,“ Dustfinger replied.

Another day came and went. One by one, everyone got back to work, even though the unease stayed with them and they knew that from now on, their eyes would linger on any glass man they saw.

“Hell, I just hope Orpheus doesn’t hear about all this chaos,” Fenoglio grumbled as he rested his sore feet in Minerva’s kitchen that night. “That scumbag would probably take it as a compliment.“

“I still hope he’s dead,“ Rosenquartz chirped “and that his glass man will join him soon.“

Dead… As if that meant much in this world. Fenoglio simply grunted and held his empty glass out to Minerva. 

Dustfinger had been dead, so had Cosimo the Fair. It was all too easy to come back from the dead in this world. No, he wanted a more permanent end for Orpheus and his toxic silvertongue.

Minerva filled him his glass with obvious disapproval and put the bottle back in the cupboard. Yes, yes, he was drinking too much – he always did when something was worrying him. Oh, hell, why had he ever invented tiny men made of glass?! Of course, he didn’t say that out loud. If Rosenquartz heard, he would dance over at least five pages of his new manuscript. After dipping his shoes in fresh ink.

Not that it would have mattered much. Fenoglio wrote strictly for fun these days, for Dante or Minerva’s children, but he was still attached to his stories. Resa illustrated them with beautiful drawings that could have competed with the paintings of the great Balbulus – even though he was so full of himself that he strode through Ombra like a puffed up bullfrog.

“Do you want me to make you some hot milk with honey?“ Minerva asked when Fenoglio sighed into his wine. “You’ve barely slept for days. Wherever Orpheus is hiding, you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of killing you from afar, do you?”

No, surely not. For inky heaven’s sake! Just why was it so much easier to believe in impending misfortune than a happy ending? They’d had such good years. He hadn’t thought of the other world for one minute. Well, he missed his grandkids from time to time, but Dante and Minerva’s children were excellent substitutes. Hell, he was a heartless old man!

The dogs started barking down in the yard. Visitors so late at night. Minerva looked just as surprised as Fenoglio – and just as worried.

But it was just the bookworm woman who stood at the door. Ombra’s good bakeries had made Elinor Loredan even rounder whereas Darius, as always right behind her like a living shadow, was as spindly as a locust despite all the cakes he shared with her. Truly enviable. He didn’t look as melancholic as usual. Maybe the rumors were true that he’d fallen in love with the girl who dusted Loredan’s bookshelves. She was very pretty. “Stop it, Fenoglio, you could be her grandfather!” he silently scolded himself.

“You won’t believe it!“ Elinor spluttered as she followed Fenoglio up the steep stairs which led to Minerva’s kitchen. “Darius! Go on, tell them! Can’t you see I can barely get out the words?“

Books were still being written by hand in this world, which made them very expensive, so she had found a new passion. Loredan attended the performances of each and every troupe of actors who performed in Ombra, no matter how raggedy. Some of them had started bringing along an armchair for her.

“Tell me what?“ Fenoglio asked. After all these years, Elinor Loredan still managed to drive him up the proverbial wall. He wasn’t sure whether he admired Darius for his patience with her or thought him a fool.

“We had an unexpected visitor today.“ Hearing Darius‘ gentle voice, no one would have suspected that he was a very talented silvertongue. “Orpheus’ glass man showed up at our door.”

Fenoglio’s heart stopped long enough that for a moment he was sure it would never beat again.

“Just walked right in!“ Elinor shook her head in such outrage that it started raining hairpins out of her gray hair. “That disrespectful glass head! I have no clue how he managed to get past the dog!“ The Black Prince had talked her into getting said dog, even though she didn’t like dogs. She couldn’t deny the Prince anything. Fenoglio suspected that she was in love with him. Anyway – it was such a gigantic creature that Mortimer had already proposed the theory that it wasn’t a dog at all but a small bear. Which would in turn explain why he got along so well with the Prince’s own tame bear.

“Great Heavens! Elinor Loredan, who cares how the glass man got past the damn dog?!“ Fenoglio blustered. “What did he want? What did he say? I hope you caught him?“

“Caught him?“ Elinor pushed back her messy hair (it was always messy) and took a sip of Fenoglio’s wine. “The pipsqueak carries a sword! Not much longer than a toothpick but I’m sure he would’ve stabbed me in the hand! Altough he was very polite. Right, Darius?”

“Exceedingly polite,“ Darius agreed. “He told us his new master, a troubadour, was so confused about all the excitement they caused that he told him to visit all of us and explain that Orpheus died four years ago. An avalanche, he said, near Trent if I remember correctly. After visiting us he planned to go find Mortimer and then Dustfinger. His new master apparently has a lot of respect for his fire.”

“Really?“ Fenoglio frowned but Rosenquartz cut him off.

“Lies!“ he shrieked. “That smoky gray miscreant lies as soon as he opens his mouth! A troubadour? The man I saw him with looked more like a professional murderer!”

Fenoglio stepped to the window and looked down at the empty street.

“I don’t like this,“ he murmured. “I don’t like this one bit. I hope he shows up here as well. I’ll get the truth out of him. After all, I invented his kind.”

Rosenquartz rolled his eyes but said nothing.

“He wanted to go to Mortimer next?” Fenoglio turned around with a sudden jerk that signaled determination and impatience – and a hint of fear. Maybe a little more than that. “Alright. Then I will wait for him there.“

“The Folcharts aren’t home,“ Elinor said. “I already told the glass man the same. They’re all with Doria’s mother to discuss the engagement.”

“Engagement, what engagement?“ Fenoglio exclaimed. “Don’t I get told anything anymore?“

“Meggie’s engagement to Doria. I told you last week,“ Minerva said while she handed Rosenquarz a thimble filled with lentil soup. “But of course you don’t remember. You only ever remember things that concern yourself.”

Fenoglio ignored the comment. He was very good at ignoring comments regarding his character.

“But… Meggie is way too young to get married!“ he shouted, very cross that the story had taken yet another turn he’d neither written nor foreseen. “How can Mortimer allow that?”

Elinor abruptly stood up from her chair. “Don’t be an idiot! Meggie’s life isn’t some book you’re writing!” she snapped. “Have you forgotten what she went through? She hasn’t been too young for anything for a long time. You’re just very very old! Good night, Minerva!”

And with that she was out of the door, followed by Darius who had looked very sentimental upon hearing the word “engagement”.

(Next chapter)

[kattahj]

Thoughts on Sword of Destiny

I finished reading Sword of Destiny weeks ago, but never got around to posting thoughts, in part because commenting on every story took some effort, but also because... well, a lot of it is complaining, and I don't want to rain on anyone's parade. But OTOH, there's a part of me that really really wants to gripe, and I did enjoy some of it. So, thoughts.

Story 1: The Bounds of Reason

I have already talked about how the descriptions of Tea and Vea made me feel like I was inside teenage Andrzej Sapkowski's locker room. There's some other not-great stuff too with Yennefer - she gets tied to a wagon, has her shirt ripped off, and the dragon baby seeks comfort in her intimate parts, all of which has Jaskier going "nice!" STFU Jaskier, you're intolerable in this.

(Note to people wondering why I'm still calling him that, I've primarily read the Swedish version, which calls him Riddarsporre, and if I used that name no one would know who I'm talking about. Calling him Dandelion feels weird, since it's neither his original name nor the one in use in the translation. So Jaskier it is.) I even got the English e-book and started taking screencaps of all the passages in this short story that made me roll my eyes over the sexism, and after 15-20 something screencaps I went, "This is way too long for a tumblr post." So now they're just lying around.

Apart from that, it's a nice story. Some things are the same, others very different. There are more people around, which is fine, but I think it was the right choice to cull the herd a bit for the show. There's more explicit discussions around hierarchies, what makes a hero, what makes a monster, and so on.

Interestingly, Geralt and Yennefer's plotline is rather reverse to what it's like in the show. In the book, she arrives pissed as FUCK at Geralt and claims she'll never forgive him, yet by the end of the story they're cozy with each other again. Which of course also means that there's no quarrel between Geralt and Jaskier either. In fact, Jaskier arrives separately and is all, "Oh, hey Geralt, I thought I'd hang around and write a new ballad," and the rest let him stay because, as they put it, he's not of any use but he's not any bother either.

I guess the way it went down in the show was in order to return Yennefer and Geralt to separate storylines for the finale and make sure Geralt is properly isolated too. (And properly grumpy - as someone pointed out, the episodes including Jaskier tend to be lighter than the others, because that's the way he sees them.)

Story 2: A Shard of Ice

In which Yennefer is fucking Geralt and Istredd on alternate days, and Istredd wants to close the relationship and tells Geralt to fuck off because he's an emotionless Witcher, and Geralt pouts. Then Istredd wants to fight to the death, and Geralt accepts, and Yennefer dumps both of their asses, and Istredd wants to fight to the death anyway, and Geralt is like, "uh, no, I'm not here to help you commit suicide" and leaves. Also there's some Snow Queen imagery shoehorned in that really could have been used better.

Yeah, this was pretty much my least favourite story of the lot. I don't like love triangles at the best of times, and this wasn't even a particularly good one. Plus, any time that guys think they can decide between themselves who gets to date a girl, they deserve to be dumped. So I was all, "good for you, Yen, go find someone better." Though of course she won't.

I also started wondering if Yennefer's based on one (or more) of Sapkowski's exes, because there are so many times where Geralt's all, "Why does she act in such a way!?" and I'm all, "I bet if you two ever TALKED PROPERLY you'd find out!"

Like. Damn. I know people complained that their love story in the show was sudden and forced, but I ship them more there than I do in the books so far.

Story 3: Eternal Flame

I quite liked this one! It's a fun little romp and expands nicely on the concept of dopplers, as well as introduces the Nilfgaardian religion. I have a feeling that I've seen the concept somewhere before, where a person imitating a merchant does a better job doing business than the merchant himself. But if it's based on a fairy tale I can't remember which one.

There is some groan-worthy stuff between Jaskier and his ex-girlfriend, but that's so minor it doesn't mar the story much. (I have to say though, book Jaskier is SUCH an asshole, and yet book Geralt is so much nicer to him. It really makes me question Geralt's judgement.)

Story 4: A Little Sacrifice

This one started with some pretty shitty stuff with the little mermaid (showcasing the recurring themes of a) boobs and b) women making demands that can be easily dismissed as unreasonable), but then we got Essi Daven, who was a good, likeable character. I enjoyed reading about her. Even Jaskier was more tolerable in this story! I was all, OMG Sapkowski, you're actually writing a woman well, go you...

...but then of course she instantly fell in love with Geralt (cue Juliet's gay friend: "You met him SUNDAY!") and we're told that she wears his pearl until she dies of smallpox a few years later. Which, of course. Of COURSE a girl who has flirted with the great Geralt of Rivia can't just get over him and live her life in peace. Oh no, it HAS to be disappointment, disfigurement and death.

So ultimately, the bits I liked made me even grumpier about the bits I didn't like. But still, Essi was fun while she lasted.

Story 5: The Sword of Destiny

This is the first one where I actually don't have any complains about Sapkowski's writing of women. The dryads are okay, their story is interesting, and the interactions between Geralt and Ciri are very cute indeed. It's rather sad that we lost those interactions in the show, though it would have been hard to include them with the way it was written, since it all depends on neither Geralt nor the reader knowing who this little kid is. (Though I'm pretty sure even unspoiled readers could guess.) Still, it makes the destiny feel more natural and not just the "family at first sight" thing we got on the show.

I basically only have two gripes, a small one and a big one.

The small one is that it's VERY HARD to take the dryads seriously when part of their Elder Language is barely disguised English slang. I don't know if this was a thing in the Polish edition, or if it happened in the English translation and was then carried through to the Swedish one, but it snaps me right out of the story when they say things like "Bloede arss!"

The big one is that either Sapkowski has no idea how children mature, or Geralt doesn't, because no WAY is Ciri ten or close to it in this story. Now, Geralt is presumably a big guy, so it's not impossible to think that he could carry a smallish 10-year-old on his shoulders... but I have a hard time seeing a 10-year-old allowing it. Or walking around snotty without caring. Or just in general talking and behaving the way Ciri does here.

To put things in perspective, 10 years old is one year younger than Harry Potter is in The Philosopher’s Stone, and two years younger than Meggie Folchart in Inkheart. The only way I can make ANY sort of sense of Ciri in this story, is by thinking that Geralt, being so old himself, has no concept of children's ages, and she's actually five or six.

Which would mean she's also being betrothed at five or six, but hey, Scandinavian Queen Margaret I was betrothed at age four, and I wouldn't put it past Calanthe. If she can sell her granddaughter at ten she can probably sell her at six too.

Story 6: Something More

Listen, I soaked up Geralt's injured hallucinations on the show, and the book is no different. Some of the dialogue with Visenna is exactly the same. I'm purring. The circumstances are different, but both versions work well. I like the way the transitions were done between reality, memory and dream, and the ending is very sweet. I have no complaints. :-)

[withinkandquill-a]

A Home Of Paper and Ink

Starter for @pages-and-words

Five years. Five years since Rosanna sat at the window, staring wide-eyed at the figure looming in the rain outside it. Five years since the harrowing adventure through the Italian countryside dodging men in black jackets while they looked for a book that they believed might not even exist. Five years since her father was swallowed between the pages of a book leaving her and Farid to seek shelter with the very man they had been avoiding.

And just like that, Rosanna had somehow shifted from the fire-eater's daughter to Rosanna Folchart once again. She slept in her room, wore her old clothes, went back to school. Still, she never gave up hope she would find her way back to that world and she never forgot it. Rosanna wouldn't allow herself too. Not again.

She was closer than ever now too. Her new school, closer to Elinor's house where they all lived now, had provided her with half of a solution - a Silvertongue by the name of Sylvie who was so desperate to leave this world behind that she was quickly swayed by the magic of Rosanna's story. All she needed now were the right words.

Rosanna had never been a writer though. She had hardly been a reader - far pickier about her stories than Mo and Meggie and much more willing to find entertainment in multiple places versus their one default. The last five years had been dedicated to learning, her free time spent writing and rewriting, reading the writing of others, and studying the art of it until finally she put the last period on her last revision.

Yes. Yes, this could actually work. She didn't have the book the way Orpheus had all those years ago and she couldn't learn from his boastings about finding words only in the book but she had managed to stick to common words and she had described Sylvie in general terms instead of using her name.

Now, it was time to put it to the test.

Gently placing the pages between those of her notebook, she shoved it into her backpack and hoisted it onto her shoulders before rushing downstairs and out the door.

[seesgood]

ROLEPLAYING HISTORY

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to role play as, have role played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblogging!

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

caroline forbes   ( tvd / to / legacies ) 

tyler lockwood   ( tvd / to / legacies ) 

nancy adams   ( the shallows ) 

billy russo   ( the punisher ) 

brad castells   ( oc ) 

WANT TO / WOULD PLAY:

penny lane   ( almost famous ) 

HAVE PLAYED

klaus mikaleson ( tvd based ) 

elena gilbert ( tvd ) 

meggie folchart ( inkheart ) 

wanderer ( the host ) 

liz forbes ( tvd ) 

a couple more from my ill-fated multimuse blog but none that were like SeriousTM

WILL/WOULD PLAY AGAIN:

literally any and all of the above

tagged by: @southerncomfortoutlaw   ( <---- the gREATEST ) 

tagging:  A N Y O N E 

[meggie-jolly]

eight people I’d like to know better

Tagged by @frostedravens

Name/Alias: Inga

Birthday: May 8th

Zodiac Sign: Taurus 

Height: 1,72m

Hobbies: Writing, reading, sailing, skiing

Favorite Color: Green

Favorite Book: Good gods, how do you pick a favourite book? I honestly have no clue. Harry Potter might qualify, the Temeraire books by Naomi Novik do too, Blackout by Marc Elsberg maybe.

Last Song I Heard: How to Save a Life by The Fray

Last Film I Watched: I honestly can’t remember, so I’m going with the last movie I watched at the cinema, which was Downton Abbey 

Inspiration for my muse(s): I don’t know. Other stories, songs, any media really, a fact I learn somewhere, myths, people I know. Who knows.

Dream Job: Archaeologist, preferably for ships and harbours. No clue if I will get there, but I am currently writing my bachelor thesis for Pre- and early history, so fingers crossed.

Meaning Behind the URL: Meggie comes from Meggie Folchart the main character in the Inkheart trilogy by Cornelia Funke and Jolly is from the main character in the Wavewalker trilogy by Kai Meyer. I picked this nickname ages ago when I first started out being active online. It stuck with me.

People I want to get to know better: @brownbeyonce @possuminthehouse @ofglitterandgiggles @supremequeenofthenerds @reysmarauders @biconicboy @deweyfinn21 @snaps7

[theteaisaddictive]

why did no one ever write the epic crossover where lyra belacqua and meggie folchart met like honestly the sheer chaotic energy of those two girls in the same room would have been unbelievable. after all, they’re both called silvertongue.

[ofthclight]

❝ will you read to me? ❞  the question is soft, and were it anyone else, it might have been uncertain. but henry has always had a way of making her feel grounded and settled in a way that few others do. besides, she loves the sound of other people reading. it’s a luxury she wasn’t afforded for most of her life, and now it’s one of the things she loves most about being with henry. meggie shifts so that her head is lying on his chest just so, chin lifted in a way where she can see the words on the page he’s currently reading.          /          @fatalflcws​   ,   meggie + henry .

[incorrectinkheartquotes]

Favorite character/scene from Inkheart?

my official favorite is Dustfinger, who was actually my very first Fave™, but honestly I love most of the characters very much. Mo, Meggie, Farid, Resa, Elinor, the Black Prince, Violante, and Roxane are some of the ones who are so great that I could write individual posts about them regarding how and why I love them, both as people and characters.as for favorite scene....oh boy. with a few boring exceptions per book I really love them all as a whole. some scenes stick out but CHOOSING my favorite of them........ it's a tie between several tbh. 1) the opening scene of Inkheart. gotdamn. THAT is how you set a fucking mood for your book series, fam. 2) when Dustfinger pops up right after that and describes Capricorn to Meggie before hitching a ride. again, what amazing tone-setting and introduction to these characters we're just meeting. 3) the part where Mo is taken and Meggie is just standing there crying and Dustfinger is watching from the forest after betraying them. ;-; 4) EVERYTHING ABT THE CHURCH SCENE. okay actually this one might he my legit favorite okay it has EVERYTHING. conforting dad!Mo hugging Meggie even while in danger himself? a proper and frightening meeting of our villain Capricorn and his cruel, callous and greedy self? sassy Elinor, too scared to speak but too indignant to not cuss them out? good exploration into all of our characters' personalities? Farid's arrival?????? Mo reading? scary Basta? guILTY AND BETRAYED BETRAYER DUSTFINGER WITH A HEAVY HEAPING OF ANGST AND DUSTFINGER&BASTA INTERACTION? please and thank you. anyway also 5) the scene where Dustfinger gets caught conspiring with Resa by Mortola and Basta outside the gate :)))))))) 6) the entire abandoned shack scene after they all escape. pure gold. 7) when Fenoglio meets Dustfinger. 8) uhhhhh this is long enough already so I'm gonna stop but also how can I NOT mention Mo Fucking Folchart showing up suddenly, after burning all the fireraisers' shit down with Dustfinger to save his motherfucking daughter, taking the paper from scared, shaky Meggie, and calmly slam DUNKING Capricorn into the trash with his voice. i-fucking-conic.anyway the short version of this is that my favorite scene is Inkheart. just that whole book. the whole thing. that's my favorite scene.

[eddiemomson]

Favorite Characters

Rules: List my Top 10 favorite characters from different fandoms, then tag ten people.

*cue Shania Twain* Let’s Go Girls. BA DU DA DUM DA DUM BUMP

10. Mary Yellan-Jamaica Inn. I mean honestly? Everyone from Jamaica Inn. Except you albino man.  Never you. But I just love Mary. In a world where she doesn’t have a lot of say in her own future, she says nah screw that I do what I want. She had beliefs and she stuck with them and when the time came and her beliefs were challenged and pushed, she grew and adapted and changed. Love Mary Yellan.

09. Meggie Folchart-Inkheart. Lets be real here. I wanted to be Meggie when I was a kid. I STILL want to be Meggie. She was such a cool character, and I could gush about Inkheart forever. Read it. Learn it. Become it. Thank me later. 

08. Richard Rahl-Sword of Truth. My mans faced some tough shit. Son of an evil man? Check. Part of a prophecy he wanted nothing to do with? Check. Cant be with the woman he loves 99% of the series? Check. And all he wants is to pursue truth, justice, and the non-American way. Let him LIVE for crying out loud!

07. Peeta Mellark-The Hunger Games. THIS BOY JUST WANTS TO LOVE KATNISS AND BE LOVED AND BAKE AND BE HAPPY AND WHAT DOES HE GET INSTEAD? TORTURE. CONDITIONING. UNCONTROLLABLE ANGER. BLACKOUTS. NOT KNOWING WHATS REAL OR NOT REAL. I mean, okay sure, he EVENTUALLY gets a TROUBLED happiness with Katniss. but the poor boy just wants to LOVE.

06. Ian Malcolm-Jurassic Park. THIS MAN. JUST WANTED. TO NOT DIE. and yes, he does not die. BUT HE CAME REAL CLOSE. HE WAS SMARTER THAN JOHN HAMMOND THATS FOR FREAKING SURE. MY HUSBAND THROUGH THICK AND THIN. LIFE FINDS A WAY BABY.

05. Sorsha-Willow. THIS BINCH WAS SO MEAN AND THEN SHE MET MADMARTIGAN WHO SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH AND THEN SHE WAS LIKE BYE MOM u suck im joining the rebels and tbh same? I’d abandon everything for Madmartigan too.

04. Scarlet Benoit-The Lunar Chronicles. Scarlet is a judgmental and salty bitch most of Scarlet and I was like ooo girl me too. She’s my bae because she’s me. 

03. Donna Sheridan-Mamma Mia. SHE HAD A DREAM. A SONG TO SING. TO HELP HER COPE. WITH ANYTHING. Mamma Mia 2 changed me and I love her and I want to be her. I want to run away to Greece and have three men fawn over me. I’m not asking for much. Just an abandoned farm house and specifically young Bill. I’ll take my love affair, thanks.

02. Clark Kent and Lois Lane.-Superman. They count as one because they are inseparable and anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is wrong and breaking the law so they should be in jail when you think about it. I love them and want them to be happy always because their moral compass is better than all of ours and the love they have for each other is unconditional and pure. Fight me.

01. TIED FOR FIRST PLACE BECAUSE I CHEAT EVERYWHERE I CAN

Padme Amidala-Star Wars. PADME. NABERRIE. AMIDALA. CHILD QUEEN TURNED SENATOR. FOUGHT FOR GALACTIC FREEDOM. NEGOTIATED PEACE WITH THE GUNGANS WHERE NO MAN BEFORE HER COULD. STOOD UP TO THE JEDI. THE FREAKIN JEDI. LOOKED DEATH IN THE EYE AND SAID NOT TODAY FAM. SO THIS IS HOW LIBERTY DIES. WITH THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE. THE SINGLE GREATEST LINE IN CINEMATIC HISTORY. PADME AMIDALA. CARES ABOUT THE WORLD MORE THAN ANYONE. DIED TRYING TO SAVE THE GOOD IN HER HUSBAND THAT SHE KNEW. SHE JUST FREAKING KNEW. WAS THERE. AND YOU WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER IN A MILLION YEARS BE ABLE TO CONVINCE ME THAT PADME DIED FROM A “broken heart” OR “gave up living” NO WAY MAN. EMPEROR KILLED HER. NO FREAKING WAY. SHE WAS TOUGHER THAN ANYONE. TOUGHER THAN YOU. TOUGHER THAN ME. TOUGHER THAN DWAYNE “THE ROCK” JOHNSON. SHE WAS THE MOTHER OF THE REBELLION, BOTH LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY. THERE WOULD BE NO STAR WARS WITHOUT PADME AMIDALA AND YOU CAN PUT THAT ON MY GRAVE. DONT @ ME. PADME IS BETTER THAN ALL OF US.

Anne Shirley-Anne of Green Gables. Anne is my kindred spirit. Or rather, Anne is me. When I first read Anne of Green Gables when I was 7 years old, it was a profound experience because there in the pages of a book was a character who I related to in so many ways. Anne loves with her whole heart. Every fiber of her is in love with someone or something at all times. Anne has an imagination that carries her through heartbreak and sorrow, but she can still find a smile in a daydream. Anne writes passionately, and shes stubborn to a fault. She’s loud, she’s out there, and good god Anne is me. As a child I was THRILLED to find Anne because everything I thought was weird about me was what made Anne beautiful. I was able to find my own confidence because of Anne and that’s the greatest gift any ‘character’ could give. 

Thank you @sassybooks for technically tagging me. So I’m taking advantage of being mentioned, sue me!

What about you: @thetwerkingwalrus @zoraneale @fredsythe @nightshine629 @saviorswanjones @foodandbooksandthings and thats all I’m tagging because I have no friends :D

[wickedlittleoz]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Tintenwelt-Trilogie | Inkheart Trilogy - Cornelia Funke, Inkheart (2008) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mo Folchart/Staubfinger | Dustfinger Characters: Mo Folchart, Staubfinger | Dustfinger (Inkheart), Farid (Inkheart), Meggie Folchart, Elinor Loredan Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, post book 1, canon did mortimer/dustfinger dirty so i'm fixing it Summary:

“Just tell me this,” Dustfinger whispers and he’s not looking at the book. His eyes scan over Silvertongue’s face, his mouth. Lock on his blue irises again. “If I asked you to read me. Would you be happy to see me go?”

Silvertongue shakes his head, no.

 At the end of Inkheart, Meggie and Mo summoned the Shadow to kill Capricorn and his men, to do justice to his victims and to free them. But what would have happened if the Shadow, on a brief moment of conscience, rebelled against their words? What if it not only refused to obey them, but took someone they loved as payback? What if it was Teresa, again? A story of how two broken men heal through love they didn't expect to feel.

I’ve wanted to write this one for years. There were a couple of things that stuck to my head regarding this ship when I first read through the trilogy, but a few months ago I decided to finally put this story out into the world. Most of the chapters are finished, so updates should be quick! Hope you guys enjoy it!

[schleierkauz]

The Color of Revenge: Chapter 8

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So here it is. Chapter 8. Read it and scream. Preferably where I can hear it.

Also uh... sorry about the racism.

Chapter 8: One after the Other

Three days had passed since Meggie’s engagement when Minerva knocked at the Folchart’s door early in the morning and asked if Fenoglio was with them. His horse, she said, was in the stable but his chamber was empty and his bed untouched.

He had spent the prior evening visiting Elinor in order to argue with her about every topic under the sun, just like every Thursday. He’d left shortly after midnight, relatively sober for his standards as Elinor swore.

Minerva started crying when Mo and Resa just shook their heads helplessly. So Meggie took her to visit the wine dealer whose wares Fenoglio liked to buy. But he hadn’t seen him and neither had the cobbler who fixed his shoes or the guards at the castle. He didn’t show up for lunch, which he always shared with Minerva and she kneaded worried tears into her bread dough while her kids searched Ombra’s streets for Fenoglio.

That was how it started.

Of course the Inkweaver had been at the top of Orpheus‘ list.

The breeze smelled of autumn and Ombra’s bells counted the hours of noon when Meggie returned from a walk with Doria and found nothing but a freshly glued block with her mother’s river nymph drawings in her father’s workshop. Mo’s tools were strewn across the table as if he had interrupted his work very abruptly. He never left his workplace without putting everything back in its place and Meggie stood there and felt her heartbeat quicken.

There was no reason for the nameless fear that was stirring inside her, she told herself. Her father was in the kitchen with her mother. Of course he was.

But Resa had taken Dante to the market. Mo wasn’t in the kitchen or anywhere else in the house and when Meggie stepped into the backyard to see if he was in the stables, she felt something inexplicable.

She felt as if she were turning into colors. The dull green of her dress. The gold that the sun dabbed into her hair. The red and blue and Naples yellow which made up her skin. Even Meggie’s thoughts became colors. The love she felt for Doria and Dante, for her parents and for the world a book had given her. Red, that was her last thought. Then, the place where Meggie had stood just a moment ago was just as empty as Fenoglio’s bed and the workshop of her father.

Orpheus had put his most dangerous foes at the top of his list. Away with the Inkweaver who could write words to stop his revenge. Away with the silvertongues who filled words with life. Away.

Resa came home and filled jars and stone pots with the groceries she had bought at the market. She didn’t notice the silence filling her house. Dante was laughing too loudly and had just as many questions as always, so she didn’t hear the missing voices and steps.

But after a while he went looking for his father and came back alone and confused. When Resa saw Mo’s tools her heart started beating just as fast as Meggie’s had. And when she called Mo’s name and only silence answered her, silence that filled her ears like black paint, she took Dante’s hand and brought him to Minerva so she could go looking for her husband.

Minerva’s eyes were red from crying because Fenoglio still hadn’t come home. When Resa hurried through the streets, a friend of Doria stopped her to ask if she had seen him and Meggie. Resa’s voice was shaking as she asked him to find Isotta and Roberta, two of Meggie’s friends who shared her dream of opening a tailor’s shop in Ombra.

Then she ran back to Minerva’s house, dragged Fenoglio’s horse out of the stable and hurried to meet Dustfinger.

She had almost reached the farm where he lived with Roxane when her hands turned into white lead and sienna and Fenoglio’s horse trotted back home riderless. Dante anxiously looked up at Minerva and asked about his mother. She took him into her arms when his dark hair became lampblack and Minerva’s dress melted away into burned ocher.

Of course Elinor Loredan was holding a book when she was surprised to feel her hand turn into pigment and linseed oil. Darius disappeared down by the river where he was collecting nymph scales for Resa’s treasure chamber. It didn’t take a lot of paint to depict him – a bit of burned earth, a hint of white, some umber.

Up in the castle, Balbulus put his brush down. The late noon light which fell through the window of his tower chamber was obscuring his colors. But his work was almost done. Only four faces were still missing and his mysterious client had told Balbulus to draw them in the early hours of the next morning.

Roxane was coming back from the fields out in the hills that surrounded Ombra and Dustfinger took her in his arms while Balbulus was cleaning his brushes. He had no idea that the illuminator up in the castle was already mixing the paints he would use to break his heart.

The next day began with the gold of an early autumn’s sun speckling the sky above Ombra’s roofs. Roxane had already left to pick herbs when Jehan arrived at the farm. Pale-faced and stuttering he told Dustfinger that the Bluejay and his whole family had disappeared. The Inkweaver, he said, was gone as well and so was his innkeeper, the bookworm woman and the gentle Darius. And Balbulus up in his tower dipped his brush into the paint once again.

The parchment was glowing in the morning light when he painted Brianna’s face. She was putting out clothes for Violante of Ombra in preparation for an upcoming audience. The chest was still open when her mistress called her name and Dustfinger heart cracked without him noticing.

But Balbulus was already looking at another face. He studied the wooden figure that the idiot troubadour had delivered to him one last time before he mixed the blackest black he had ever used, the brightest red and a skin tone almost as fair as snow.

Dustfinger called out Roxane’s name as Balbulus put his brush to the parchment and painted an exact copy of the face that the wooden reference was showing him.

Oh yes, she was beautiful.

Balbulus stepped back while Dustfinger stumbled across empty fields. He looked at his work. He was the best! No doubt about it. Why did he ever believe that he needed magic to prove that to the world?

He washed the paint out of the silky marten hair of his brush. Almost done now, only the faces of the young Fire-Dancer and the Black Prince were still missing. He had found a few pictures in Violante’s library but looking at them hurt his eyes. Amateurs! If only he could remember what those two looked like…

But the boy had simply been gone for too long and even though all of Ombra worshipped the Prince just as much as Dustfinger, he was still nothing but a vagabond and not really worth having the Great Balbulus study his face. No.

He looked at the last empty spots that were waiting for his brush. Didn’t he paint the portrait of a Moorish merchant and his servant a few weeks ago? Yes… Why not use those two as a reference? After all, those brown night faces all looked the same. Balbulus mixed umber brown and sepia and began filling in the two missing spots.

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