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not to be german on main but… the first thing roxane does when she sees dustfinger again… after missing him for ten years… is feed him some bread. that’s love. that’s real love.

Yes! If I’m not mistaken, she feeds Farid when he shows up too. I headcanon that she just feeds everyone. She was a strolling player, she knows what it’s like to go hungry, and if you walk into her house and she has enough to give without sacrificing her children’s share, she’s going to make sure that at least for now, you’re fed. Even if it’s just a bit of bread and oil, you are going to have something to eat while you’re there.

#roxane#dustfinger#farid#inkheart#inkspell#inkdeath#inkworld
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Inkheart gift exchange!!!

@inkheartexchange and @awildflowerinafieldofroses

Here is my contribution for the secret Santa this year, sorry it's short, but I enjoyed working in it when I could :D it's based on the idea of Dustfinger coming back to the Inkworld and finally being able to be open with Roxane like he used too. Hope you enjoy, happy holidays!

Run

That's the only thought that consumed Dustfinger's mind as he dashed further into the forest.

Run

Hide

Faster

As he ducked under a low-hanging branch, Dustfinger tripped over a rotten tree stump. This wasn't the forest he had grown up in-- no it was an unknown tangle of foreign land. He was no longer in the Inkworld he called home.

Falling to his side, Dustfinger knew this was the end. Without fire, there is no way that he would be able to defend himself. Loud footsteps and crunching sounded through the underbrush.

He was almost here.

There is no escape.

Looking up Dustfinger's eyes met with the shine of a silver dagger, fear spreading itself all over.

Dustfinger awoke with a start, panting as a cold swear dripped down his forehead. Gripping the sheets Dustfinger tried to calm down.

"It was only a dream" he reminded himself quietly. He looked over to his left, "Thank God"

Next to him, Roxane was gently asleep, he dark hair framing her gentle face. She looked peaceful, yet the lines on her face told of an unknown pain. She was just as beautiful as ever.

Dustfinger, still trying to calm down, sat up in bed; he held his head in his hands, trying to control himself. Roxane stirred awake.

"Dustfinger?" She softly inquired, sleepiness and love evident in her voice, "What are you doing up, it's quite late?"

"Uh, I" Dustfinger started and looked up. He didnt want to lie to Roxane, but what should he tell her?

"Are you crying?" Roxane asked, sitting up and gently wiping the tears from Dustfinger's face. She pulled him into a tight embrace, softly rubbing his back. "Another nightmare?"

Dustfinger just nodded as he wrapped his arms around Roxane. The warmth and comfort she brought was one of the many things he had missed so painfully while he was away from the Inkworld. He finally felt safe again in her embrace. He let himself feel the comfort that Roxane brought to him, staying in her arms as long as he could.

Finally, Dustfinger looked up. "Yeah..." he shakily replied. He had stopped crying, but was still incredibly shaken up from the whole thing. "It was just a repeat of this," he traced where the three long scars on his face used to show, "except, I was back in that other world. I was so scared. Scared and alone" he whispered the last part, just loud enough for Roxane to barely hear it.

Roxane looked him in the eye, a soft kind of look that makes you feel safe and warm. "I promise you, I will always be here for you," she started very gently, "you're back home now, you're safe now, no one can hurt you any more." She breathed in softly before continuing on. "We have each other"

She pulled Dustfinger back down into a tight hug. Even after all these years of being back, Dustfinger still had a tough time accepting that it was all finally over. The warm and comforting embrace that Roxane brought kept him grounded. He started crying again-- but not from sadness. No, it was an incredible relieve and happiness that overtook him. He was home, finally home. He had Roxanne, the farm, his old life back. He could finally be himself again.

As he melted into Roxane; she started to sing. Softly at first, then a little louder and more confident. An old melody she used to sing for Dustfinger when they first met. She continued on, singing through the night, until both her and Dustfinger fell back into a warm and peaceful sleep, tangled up in echothers arms just like they used to.

#😭😭😭#💕💕💕#dustfinger#roxane#fanfic#inkspell#Fanfiction#Roxane x Dustfinger
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♬ - a friend/best friend memory

“Oh, hey, it doesn’t look too bad…”  The Black Prince was smiling, but Dustfinger could tell his heart wasn’t in the words.  He put a self-conscious hand to his face, wincing as his fingertips grazed the tender skin.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to pretend.”  Speaking still hurt, even after all the time he’d already taken to heal and the numbing oil the Barn Owl had given him, so he did it less often now.

The Black Prince made a show of squinting hard at his friend.  “No, really!  If you look at it just right, you wouldn’t even know they were there.  The marten doesn’t seem to mind, at least.”  It was true; Gwin might not even have noticed the change in his master’s looks, the way he nuzzled Dustfinger’s neck in affection.

“I only wish Roxane thought like you.”  The fire-eater looked away ashamed.  He knew his friend wasn’t in the least bit interested in romantic escapades, and only made a minor exception whenever he talked about Roxane.  It wasn’t his fault if he didn’t want to listen to hours of rambles on a subject he knew and cared little of.

But this time the Black Prince didn’t brush the topic aside.  “You think she doesn’t?”  There was a sparkle in his eye, half mischievous under the layer of sorrow that couldn’t be ignored.  “Did Basta take your eyes as well?  She’s still mad for you, now more than ever, if that’s even possible.  Let’s be honest: no woman was ever going to go for your looks, was she?  Now you’ve just got an excuse for being so ugly.”

Dustfinger had to smile at that, even if it hurt to do so.  Misfortune had taken nearly everything away from him, but for now he was just glad it hadn’t taken his friend.

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#Now you've just got an excuse for being so ugly#Oh gosh#I feel bad for laughing#inkheart fanfiction#Pre canon#inkworld#inkspell#inkdeath#inkheart#Fanfic#This is really beautiful!!!!#(and sad)#I don't like Basta#Dustfinger#the black prince#black prince#the black prince inkheart#the black prince inkworld#Roxane
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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 

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  • 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...
#headcanon#roxane#brianna#rosanna#the motley folk#the black prince#inkworld#inkspell#inkdeath#inkheart#Dustfinger#tintenblut#tintentod#tintenherz#Baptista#The strong man#Rosanne#snapper#Inkworld headcanon#Inkworld fanfic#Fanfiction
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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."

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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.

#Yay#Angst#inkworld#inkspell#inkdeath#inkheart#Inkworld fanfiction#inkheart fanfiction#inkheart fanart#Inkdeath spoilers#booklr#The black prince#black prince#Baptista#tintenblut#tintentod#tintenherz#resa folchart#The strong man#Roxane#My art#digital art#Digital drawing#Comic#Art#Fan art#inkheart fan art#Quotes#Inkdeath
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things i just realized that make me really emotional:

there are two times in inkspell that dustfinger writes someone’s name in fire.

the first is of course the iconic emotional moment before dustfinger trades himself to the white women where he writes roxane’s name across the stone as a final farewell and promise and declaration of love.

and the second is when he sneaks into the castle of night to see the prisoners, and catches resa’s attention by writing her name on the wall so they can talk

and both times it’s in the middle of a desperate situation, to send a message to a woman he loves before he has to leave again

#thanks i'm crying#i didn't need my heart anyway#inkworld#inkspell#inkdeath#dustfinger#roxane#resa folchart
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*************************Inkspell/Inkdeath spoilers ahead*************************

So there’s something interesting I noticed while I was re-reading Inkspell. Throughout nearly the whole first two books, ever since Dustfinger finds out that he’s supposed to die in Fenoglio’s version of Inkheart, Gwin is built up to be this harbinger of death because Dustfinger originally died saving him, and in Inkspell, that death is described as “A knife in the back, plunged so deep that it found his heart” which is… Exactly how Farid dies. Dustfinger then decides to give up his own life in exchange for bringing Farid back, and when Basta kills Farid, the scene is described: “Dustfinger saw the knife go into that thin back. He caught the boy before he fell to the ground, but he was already dead. And there stood Basta with his foot on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years.”

Something else I noticed in the Inkheart/Inkworld series is that if a protagonist says something is going to happen, then it’s almost certainly going to happen, no matter how impossible it sounds. Dustfinger was determined to find a way back to his world, Mo was determined to kill the Adderhead, Farid was determined to bring Dustfinger back, etc. Fenoglio was equally convinced that Dustfinger would die, but although the way he died was technically different than what Fenoglio had imagined, the reason why was still the same: he died to save someone or something he loved. Dustfinger is supposed to come off as an incredibly guarded person, and because of that, people can have a tendency to write him off as being unfeeling and uncaring, but that’s not an accurate description of him. There are so many people who he loves, no matter how he tried to push people away and keep them out of his heart for the ten years he spent wandering the wrong world. He couldn’t keep himself from mentally adopting Farid any more than he could forget Roxane or his daughters or the Black Prince. Neither Gwin nor especially Farid brought him “bad luck”. The way that he died, both in Inkspell and Fenoglio’s version of Inkheart, were almost inevitable when put in the context of his characterization: Dustfinger did everything he could to guard his heart that was destined to lead to his death, and because of who he is, that plan was always going to fail.

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Stop I’m in class and I’m crying like an idiot

#dustfinger#inkworld#Inkheart#Inkspell#Inkdeath#Tintenherz#Farid#Roxane#The black prince#Enoglio#Basta#That bitch#Cornelia Funke
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