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I just think it’s funny that i’m only a few chapters in but the fact that Battista made Mo’s clothes is mentioned several times.
manletbasta
I just think it’s funny that i’m only a few chapters in but the fact that Battista made Mo’s clothes is mentioned several times.
Yay, I worked on one of my fanfic wips yesterday💪🏻
Not the Inkheart one sadly (I already have their - Baptista and the Black Prince - "first meeting" (it's a bit longer than just that aaand w/o wanting to spoiler, it includes the accident when the Prince and his bear were "visitors" of the Adderhead) and the time when Dustfinger disappeares....and Inkdeath up until that scene that I don't like, no wait... 🤔 I have more, I've written - the day before yesterday - that scene when the Milksop searches for them because Orpheus, that bitch, told him where they are...now I can write the human nests💕💕) but my older baby - the Arsenic and old lace fanfiction...I'm "almost" (in German😅 - same for Inkheart - oh gosh, I have to translate the whole thing😭....) except for all the stuff I wrote at the end of school for the things that happen during the movie....😭 (so much....)
(aaalll this😭😭 and that's not even half the movie - they just arrived and gone upstairs to unpack their things....for 20 minutes.... 😏) and seen "grandfather's laboratory" 😭)
BUT I already have (tries to quote that scene from the movie in my head so I remember every city they went through in canon) London (that part was cute), Johannisburg (tho it's not 100% finished yet), Sidney (that's what I wrote yesterday), Melbourne (I think that one is finished...and probably the goriest stuff I've written so far - not my jam, dear sir, you need to see a therapist *side eyes Jonathan*), San Francisco (that's not 100% finished to iirc but 90% finished sooo), (haven't written Phoenix yet, but that's gonna be short since it's just a filling station,) Chicago and iirc I too already have South Bend 🤔 AND the alternative ending to the movie 😊
That's what notes look like when I actually plan what I'll write😅
But look at that cute lil picture in one of the notebooks😂
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the fluff, the warmth, the magnitude… 11/10
💓💓💓 Why and how is this exactly the bear that was my inspiration when drawing The Kiss™😉🤔🤔
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The ‘black and white’ and the ‘colored’ version of a kiss between The Black Prince and Baptista for my fanfic🖤 (which is still a wip I’m afraid)
(click to enlarge and for better quality💕)
And the mirrored version because I like the way it looks😊
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The ‘black and white’ and the ‘colored’ version of a kiss between The Black Prince and Baptista for my fanfic🖤 (which is still a wip I’m afraid)
(click to enlarge and for better quality💕)
And the mirrored version because I like the way it looks😊
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fred-erick-frankenstein reblogged
@the English speaking Inkworld fandom:
I have a question concerning Baptista: I saw that he sometimes gets addressed as Battista. Which one is used more in the books (because in the German version it's only "Baptista")? Which is the reason why I thought it was just a spelling mistake when first reading Battista...
I'd like to know too. x) That so many names aren't the same in all languages is really confusing for me sometimes.
Plus, since I couldn't find a Reckless wiki fandom page in English, could someone who read the books also provide me help with the names (and eventually places and races?) of that? Would be very much appreciated <3
Huh, I didn’t even know that
The names from the first novel are in the wikipedia article, but there’s no article for Fearless or The Golden Yarn
So in Inkspell it’s Baptista and for some reason it gets changed to Battista in Inkdeath. There’s no explanation at all. His name is just different in the character intros in the beginning and he’s referred to with a new name the entire way through the book. My guess is the translator forgot what name they’d used or thought Battista was actually a better translation?
Okay, weird🤔 Thank you💕💕
I mean there is an Italian name 'Battista' but tbh I prefer the original one of him🙃
I thought - when first reading it - that they just changed (by mistake) one of the letters, I mean BaTtista and BaPtista are only differ by one letter so.. But if you say it's in the whole Inkdeath novel than I don't know either🤷🏻♂️
@the English speaking Inkworld fandom:
I have a question concerning Baptista: I saw that he sometimes gets addressed as Battista. Which one is used more in the books (because in the German version it's only "Baptista")? Which is the reason why I thought it was just a spelling mistake when first reading Battista...
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Doria: Brother, I hope to be half the man you are someday.
Baptista: You're gonna have to up your protein intake quite a bit, maybe start doing some squats - oh, you meant that metaphorically.
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Anonymous asked:
Does Alan Cumming deserve to be a sir?
Alan Cumming deserves to be the Queen.
fred-erick-frankenstein reblogged
Doria: Brother, I hope to be half the man you are someday.
Baptista: You're gonna have to up your protein intake quite a bit, maybe start doing some squats - oh, you meant that metaphorically.
fred-erick-frankenstein reblogged
CABARET (1993 revival) alan cumming + “wilkommen”
fred-erick-frankenstein reblogged
Like no offense to my friends and family but if I had the chance to abandon this timeline for a medieval fantasy land I would absolutely do it, goodbye student loans and depression hello cool magic shit and most likely an early death by the sword (as it should be)
Have fun shitting in outhouses and losing loved ones to the plague™
medieval fantasy, not actual medieval times you impudent fool
Have fun crapping in outhouses and losing loved ones to the Goblin Raiders™
That’s more the fuck like it
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Motley Folk headcanons thread (add ideas!)
- the Motley folk helps Roxane dealing with Brianna and Rosanna when she’s alone because Dustfinger has left to go god only knows where. here, when Roxane falls asleep, the Black Prince braids Brianna’s hair and teaches her how to braid his hair, so that when her mother wakes up she shows the messy hair of the black prince claiming she did a super great job and the two adults tenderly smiling at each other
- when she was still alive, toddler Rosanna would spend a lot of time with the herborists hand in hand with her mother and she would get all curious about the plants and the flowers
- After the night Rosanne dies from the fewer Roxane stops speaking to anyone. She knows she has to care for Brianne and she wants to, but her heart is still where Rosanne lies, ice cold and white, and it still feels so raw, she wonders if she'll ever be happy again. So the Black Prince, the Strong Man and Baptista begin to care for Brianne, helping her when she's in trouble or just lonely, hold and sooth her when she cries because she misses her little sister, her mum and sometimes Dustfinger too (even tho she's still angry that he left her and Roxane behind - again). They also look after Roxane, of course, because they know that she wants to care for her other child but she can't right now, not yet. So instead the Black Prince will sit with her at the fire, just holding her in his arms, not saying anything, while Baptista will sing, very quietly, about good times, about loss, about Dustfinger (but only sometimes and the arms of the Black Prince around Roxane's arms will be a bit tighter when he does), about hope, about love. And the strong man will try to make her laugh every day with telling her stories about the Wayless Wood (some she does know, some she doesn't), about the birds that live up there (where the sun shines and worries seem so far away, Roxane thinks, and sometimes wish she could grow wings and fly away with them, maybe to the far away land where Dustfinger's gone) or with talking to the birds and asking them to sing something for her. And then, after many weeks that seemed so dark, so full of tears, Roxane leaves her tent to see Baptista and Brianne arguing with the bear whether or not it's a good idea to steal honey from the fire-elves, it might taste good but is it really a good idea when they can burn your fur, have you thought about that bear? What, yes, it is very sweet but really, I don't think it's your best idea... while the Black Prince watches them, his arms wrapped around his waist, crying with silent laughter, and she will feel happiness, bubbling in her belly and escaping through her mouth and the other will turn around to see her laughing. Really laughing, her dark eyes shining so bright and they will know, there will still be times dark as ink when all the sadness and the loss will be almost too much to bear but there is hope and better times are coming.
- Baptista sometimes sings quietly to himself while working on a new mask and after some time some of the Motley Folk will stop by and listen to his clear voice because the songs he sings are often so full if good things, happiness and love, love for the world in which they live, love for the life (even tho it's hard and hunger is a constant companion) and love for all the small and big creatures around them and sometimes they listen to people like the Snapper who think the world is dark and mean and people are bad but sometimes it's nice to hear about the good things in life too. And Baptista of course knows that they're listening, he can hear them getting quieter, not that he stops (he knows why they're listening, he knows the ache for good things, for hope and for friendship) and a small smile dances at the corner of his lips when he continues sewing.
- Roxane won't admit it, not even to herself and certainly not to Dustfinger if he ever comes back, but there are times when she misses life with the Motley Folk. Don't get her wrong, living in a real house with a roof that protects you from rain and strong walls that keep the cold out is nothing she would trade easily but sometimes...sometimes she thinks of the time when she was around all these different people, hearing their laughter and cries, their arguing and singing, day and night. And then longing and homesickness will make her heart ache and make her feel as if the walls are suffocating her. And when it gets too bad she will get out and sit there, her back at the walls of her house, warm from the day, and she will look at the stars, thinking of the smell of fire and wine and the fur of the bear of the Black Prince and a sad smile will appear on her face.
- Dustfinger and the Black Prince were cold and emaciated, all skin and bones, when the Motley Folk found them, all those long summers ago. Their hair hung wet from their faces from days and days, and worse many dark nights, spent in the Wayless Wood, no shelter from the endless rain that poured down the trunks of the trees. They had each other but they were lonely nonetheless, being still children but having no one except each other to care for them. The Motley Folk picked the two up and gave them hot soup and bread and some blankets and more importantly adults that looked out for them, cared for them and protected them from the world around them that can be very harsh. They hold each other, shivering and watching everything with big, wondering eyes. A healer named Barn Owl tended their wounds with the help of some of the women and slowly, very slowly both Dustfinger and the Black Prince started to trust these unknown people. They wandered around the tents, watched the tightrope-walkers practice with ropes high up in the trees, the knife-throwers fling their knifes and daggers at targets as small as mice and the fire-dancers who swung up to four torches. And they watcedh them with eyes full of wonder and hearts that beat fast, so very fast, like the wings of the blue elves, wondering if they ever get to be as good as the older jugglers and fire breathers and knife throwers.
- They met when they were still so small that they couldn't imagine a world where the other didn't exist. So small that being an adult seemed a strange concept and that the other was the whole world to them. Dustfinger, who once had different name when he had a family that he can't rember anymore, was playing at the edge of the Wayless Wood when suddenly, he met eyes with an even smaller girl with curly hair as dark as her eyes and skin. Without fear she looked at the strange boy with his hair as red as autumn leaves. Dustfinger blinked in surprise, made a step back and fell on his butt. Her laughter made a boy appear, as old as Dustfinger, with hair and skin as dark as the night-mares in the Wayless Wood or the sky in a starless night. He grabbed his little sisters hand and looked at Dustfinger with suspicion in his eyes. "Who are you?" he asked. And Dustfinger answered, eager to get to know him. They met again the other day, and the day after that, the little black boy always with one of his sisters. He had two, Dustfinger learned. And he loved them with all his heart. They became best friends and swore to never leave each others side, defended each other...and one day stood in the pillory next to each other. They stole a loaf of bread for the sisters of the Black Prince. It was a dark day. Both still so small that they barely reached shackles that were around their little necks and full of fear until their eyes met and they knew, nothing could happen to the other while they were around. This is still true. It was also true the day Dustfinger saved the Black Prince and his loyal bear from his execution at the Castle of Night. The Adderhead’s men had captured the bear and the Prince wouldn’t leave his side, trying to save him and so it happened - outnumbered - they didn’t stood a chance. Dustfinger heard of it and rode day and night to get there in time. It was his best show, he says later, distracting even the attentive eyes of the Adderhead while Gwin stole the keys and gave them to the Prince who freed his bear. Dustfinger created a wall of fire to stop the soldiers from following them. The Adderhead couldn’t sleep for a week afterwards. But his anger didn’t stop the kingdom from laughing at him, telling stories that the Fire-breather had freed the Black Prince, that the bear scared the soldiers and the Adderhead so much that he and his master could flee, that the Black Prince is a shadow no one can hold not even the silver shackles of the Adderhead...
Some angsty fanart for the Inkworld fanfic I'm working on, which takes place during Inkdeath (I really don't like this scene - for obvious reasons but.. well since it is part of the story I thought to myself, why not make myself suffer even more by drawing it too🙃) - the quotes underneath are from the book not the fanfic
(as always click for better quality🙃)
Beware, SPOILERS for Inkdeath underneath
"Whats happened?" She took Roxanes arm. "Is there any news? Has anything been heard of Mo? You must tell me!" But Roxane shook her head. "The Prince. . ." The anxiety in her voice was plainly audible. "Hes not well, and I dont know what it is. He has terrible stomach cramps. I have a few roots here that may help him."
[...]
The Black Prince came to his senses and tried to sit up, but he fell back with a groan. Baptista kneeled down beside him and looked at Roxane in search of help. The Strong Man, too, turned his tearful eyes on her like a pleading dog. "Dont stare at me like that!" she cried, and Meggie heard the desperation in her voice. "I cant help him. Try giving him retchwort," she told Minerva. "And Ill go and look for deathbud roots, though Im afraid theres not much point." "Retchwort will only make it worse," said Resa in a toneless voice. "Believe me, Ive seen this often enough." The Black Prince gasped in agony and buried his face against Baptistas side.
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I.... Am gonna get an Inkworld tattoo this friday 😱😱😱
This one 💓💓💓
It's my own character design for The Black Prince and Baptista (have I told y'all lately that those are my favorite characters from the Inkworld??? 😉)