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mschivs-works · 1 year

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Scar(r)ed - Part 1 & 2

(The start of) a take on how Dustfinger got his scars. Further notes at the end, enjoy :)

You even get part 1 & 2 because I'm cool like that 😎

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PART 1

Just like any other day the people were eager to get from stall to stall, trying to navigate through the crowded market. Few kids listened to their mothers and instead of staying close to them marveled at the baked goods, glazed with honey, edible flowers and nuts or at the Firedancer. Though Dustfinger had not only attracted the children. Everyone loved watching him throw the torches into the sky and catching them every time without fail. All five of them. If the tight-rope walkers in their blue garments would lean down and reach out they would have surely been able to catch them.

Dustfinger was without a doubt the greatest attraction.

He felt their eyes darting back and forth in between him and the flames and couldn't help but smile. Though he heard neither their cheers nor their clapping, giving his undivided attention to the fire. The wind picked up but it only took a few whispered words in its language to keep the flames bright as ever. One by one Dustfinger caught his torches and finally looked at his audience, taking a bow. He had been growing his hair out all summer and it fell onto his shoulders, the very front strands framing his face. The sunlight seemed to set it on fire and when he straightened back up his eyes glistened, full of life.

Roxane had to smile. She stood not far away, a little to the side and was clapping with all her might. Her arms were starting to get tired but she couldn't have cared less. Dustfinger caught her eye and she had to smile even more, giving him a thumbs up. Was that a hint of a blush on his face? It was gone before she could be sure, for Dustfinger was already putting the torches down to move on. As soon as he let go of them the flames jumped into his hands instead. The people blurted out 'Woa'-s and 'Oooh'-s and looked at the flames with astonishment. Roxane chuckled, they didn't know why the fire wasn't scorching Dustfingers skin and it made his acts all the better. Not like the Sootbird, he burned himself every time he performed. Though today he wasn't on the market and so Dustfinger drew all eyes onto him.

Dustfinger. The best fire dancer in all of Lombrica and Argenta. He who threw his torches the highest. He who had made friends with the fire.

It was currently climbing up his arm, flames licking at his skin but never biting. He made it jump to his other hand and formed a flower. Its petals wilted away in mere seconds but new ones sprouted in their place. Dustfinger looked at Roxane and it warmed his heart to see her in awe. He knew she loved the flowers and made sure to make at least one every time she was watching. He gave the flower a blow and it turned into countless moths, almost the size of his hand, that flew up above the heads of the crowd before vanishing into thin clouds of smoke. Once the last one was gone he formed his hands into a dome and gently blew into it. The inside began to glow like embers and you could hear the roaring of the fire. Then he opened them and with a stronger blow set a jet of fire into the sky. The people gasped and stumbled backwards only to lean forward again eagerly awaiting another one. Dustfinger did it again. And again. The kids were cheering the loudest, they loved it more than anything, he knew. Dragonbreath is what he called it.

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His knife was polished to perfection - as per usual -, reflecting the sun perfectly, as well as Basta's hateful eyes. His fingers caressed the back side of the blade lovingly, almost as if he was petting a small animal. However, this pet had sharp teeth and Basta wanted nothing more than to see it bite off the fire-eaters face.

He was leaning against the wall of a house, envying the damned fire dancer. He didn't understand what they all saw him or his fireplay, why they were all so in love with him! Basta didn't care what the people thought of the fire-eater but oh how he hated that Roxane loved him. Beautiful Roxane. She was madly in love with Dustfinger and for what?! He was a coward and what else could he even do besides throwing a few torches into the air? She was stupid to love that unfortunate boy and not him, Basta. Oh yes, Roxane loved Dustfinger and Basta hated her for it but he loved her all the same. It was insanely frustrating. He huffed as the fire dancer came down from his stage and met Roxane with a smile.

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The people were still clapping and while coins rained into the opened bag Dustfinger had placed at the front of the stage he grabbed his shirt. It was black with accents of red - of course, the colors of the fire dancers. Then he took his bag with a thousand thank you-s directed at his audience and put his torches inside. He hung it over his shoulder and as he made his way down he tried to fix his hair a little. A moment later he stood in front of Roxane. She took his hands and smiled at him. "I love it when you make the flowers." "I know. I make them just for you." Roxanes gaze shifted a little and Dustfinger could have sworn he saw her blush. A smile settled on his lips. Though it did not last long. In the corner of his eye he recognized a characteristically dark silhouette. Raven hair, piercing eyes and black clothes. And a knife in hand. "Is something wrong?" Roxane's voice immediately pulled his eyes back to her visage. Her head was tilted, making her long hair fall off the side a little and Dustfinger saw the concern in her eyes. "N-no don't worry," he answered with a smile to sell his words.

"Listen Roxane, I need to leave now. I have to bring the Prince some rations, I promised. People think his bear is a Night-Mare and no-one will leave him alone if he shows his face anywhere near the city." A chuckle echoed in his voice and he squeezed her hand a little tighter. "Meet me at the old barn at sun down. You know, the one with the withered away well." Roxane gave a nod in agreement and Dustfinger smiled. "Wonderful, I will see you then." He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and placed a kiss on her forehead. Then he made his way to the city gate.

Dustfinger looked over to the house. Basta was gone.

PART 2

Dustfinger passed the guards at the gate and followed the path. His long legs gave him a fast stride which he did not mind, not at all. tht uneasy feeling from seeing Basta still clung to him and he wanted to get away from the city as quickly as possible. He took a breath and checked his bag. Alongside the loose coins - he would sort them later -, and his torches there were some rations, wrapped in leather. Everything was still there. Satisfied Dustfinger kept walking and soon the late summer sun and the chirping of the birds made him forget about Basta. Or at least he wasn't bothered by him anymore.

The prince was with the others in one of the camps near the city. After walking along the path for a while he had gone straight into the forest. Dustfinger knew every tree, stone and bush near the city and in less than an hour he arrived. The kids were playing while most of the women prepared some food or repaired clothes. One came back with a load of fire-wood and dumped it near the fireplace. Dustfinger gave her a quick nod and she smiled before tending to another task. "Dustfinger! There you are." The prince came over and Dustfinger embraced him with a big smile on his face. He glanced at the bear but he seemed to be half-asleep. "I hope you brought-" "You can always count on me." Dustfinger got out the rations and handed them to the prince, who eagerly uwrapped them. His face lit up when he saw the fresh loaf of bread. "Thank you my friend." Dustfinger shrugged it off and sat down next to the fire instead. The flames turned towards him but Dustfinger looked at the Prince.

"Judging by the sound of your bag you had a successful day." Dustfinger had bitten into an apple and nodded in response. "Was Roxane there?" The Prince's voice was smug but affectionate and the fact that his best friend seemed to blush only made him smile more. Dustfinger sighed. "Yes, she was. And so was Basta." Evidently Dustfinger was not happy about that. "Don't worry about him. To Roxane he is the same that he is to all of us; a sign of trouble. She chose you." The Prince gave him a nudge and Dustfinger couldn't help but smile a little.

Yes, she had chosen him… why? He didn't know. Roxane was the most beautiful girl he knew and not even a nightingale could match her voice. She had had many admirers but she had sent them all away. Roxane only had eyes for him, Dustfinger, a no-body that happened to know how to make the fire speak to him. Sometimes he believed it was all a dream, that he'd wake up one day and see her with someone else. The thought of it alone made his heart break, because he was sure that living without her was a thing of the impossible. He loved getting lost in her eyes and hearing the sound of her voice, oh yes he loved it. More than anything else in this world. When she sang all of his worries simply faded away into nothingness and the world seemed a better place. He forgot about the cold winter nights, about the Fire-Raisers and Capricorn and the Adderhead. He loved it the most when she sang only for him. Then it was just the two of them, his head resting in her lap while her fingers gently ran through his firey hair.

A sudden huff of hot breath next to his ear let Dustfinger flinch. He turned and stared right into the beady eyes of the bear. He took a breath of relief and chuckled when the bear nudged his arm. "You want the apple, don't you." As if he understood exactly what Dustfinger said the bear grumbled and a second later the fruit vanished into his mouth. Dustfinger turned back to the prince. "Speaking of, unfortunately I can't stay because I am supposed to meet her at sun down. But I am sure you and your 'Night-Mare', " he nodded over to the bear with a grin, "will be just fine. I will be back tomorrow." Dustfinger and the prince gave each other a pat on the back and he was already on his way back to Ombra. Or more specific: the farms and fields surrounding it.

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Hi all. I will update this as frequently as I can. I like to go into detail and build up scenes so expect a couple more individual parts. Later this fic will get exolicit with descriptions of violent and angst but triggerwarnings at the top will warn you.

Let me know your thoughts in the tags and comments!

Also that's MY art do not steal! (may use with credit)

#I am rly hyped for this :)#Hope you like it #inkheart #cornelia funke #Dustfinger #Basta inkheart #Basta #the black prince #Tintenherz #Inkheart fic #Angst #Whump #Fluff

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tornprince · 1 year

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Obsessed with the movie rec @sootbird got to follow Schindler's List

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kidlawexchange2021 · 2 years

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KidLaw Exchange 2020 Masterlist

Apparently all the links in the original masterlist for the 2020 exchange don’t work anymore, so here’s a new one! (The 2020 collection on ao3)

Thanks to @cerezasp and @chromatic-lamina who compiled the original masterlists ♡

☆ Art ☆

Gift from @hualify to @majoraop

Gift from @cerezasp to @eloha

Gift from @codedredalert to @godims0tired

Gift from @sorellaerba to @cerezasp

Gift from @generaldevi to @sootbird

Gift from @godims0tired to @codedredalert

Gift from @radish01 to @hualify

Gift from @novice-comics to @radish01

Gift from @sootbird to @pandamega

Gift from @sootbird to @novice-comics

Gift from @glooumnastas to @these-emo-thoughts

+extras

by smilinsunnyseas here

by @op-sheepy here

by @majoraop here

☆ Fic ☆

G-rated

maudlin by @tellmewhatyouc for @chromatic-lamina (Harmonica_Smile) (1158 words)

“While recovering from surgery, Kid shows Law his tender side.“

The Dork and the Delinquent by @these-emo-thoughts for @onehyperboi (10,817 words)

“Snippets of important moments in the lives of Kid and Law from the first time they met as children to their high-school years.”

Finding Home by @cucuxumusu for @op-sheepy (10,497)

“Trafalgar Law, assasin at the service of the crown, has crossed a cursed wasteland where no one has set foot for centuries, to kill Kidd, the last King of the Fae. However, to achieve his purpose he must use all his inteligence and cunning to avoid falling into the traps and games of the Fae. Will the King believe his tricks? What will happen when ancient traditions and legends resurface?”

T-rated

D.E.A.T.H. Walks Golden in My Dreams by @quiet-or-die for @doublejoint

“Kid is just trying to find One Piece. Unfortunately he keeps getting shoved into “The Worst Generation” even though those losers have lower bounties than his and he’s obviously the only one who knows how to be a proper pirate. And then he enters the New World and everything goes wrong.”

Photo album by @onehyperboi for @lojowrites (1819 words)

Meet the Family by @lojowrites for @glooumnastas (4809 words)

“A meet the family fic with the added bonus of Kid being stabbed and Law having a terrible bedside manner.”

Bridges and train tracks hem in a town by @chromatic-lamina (Harmonica_Smile on AO3) for @quiet-or-die (5227 words)

“Sixteen-year-old Law wanders down the bush track away from everything at home, just for a little while, needing to be alone. Kid follows, not wanting to be alone.”

untitled by @majoraop for @mer-meladraws (224 words)

“Law asks a hesitant Kidd to wear something he made with his own hands.”

M-rated

Halogen Heart by @chokefriends (Ossicle on AO3) for @sorellaerba (23,690 words)

“Kidd and Law know exactly how fate works for those on the bottom spoke, and both agree: soulmates are bullshit. They make a pact to cut the soul cord before it can lead them to their other halves, hoping to escape the cosmic trap they know is coming.”

bulletproof by lgbys for @tellmewhatyouc (2008 words)

“I’m fine,” Kid murmurs. “I just miss you. Always. Gets boring around here too.”

“Few more years, love. I’m getting out of there.”

All the Cold Roads by doublejoint for lgbys (4255 words)

“Law hates winter, and Kid fixes things.”

E-rated

vivid reflection on sheer pavement by @eloha for @sneakend (1902 words)

“Kid thinks Law is prettiest like this, when he sheds his submission and it’s nothing but those glorious fingers plush against Kid’s pulsing point, bringing him to the edge of ecstasy over and over again.”

The Right Touch by @pandamega for @cucuxumusu (4949 words)

“Trafalgar Law is cursed. Touch starved and isolated, he wanders into the night looking for trouble and finds just that. What kind of person is immune to his cursed hands? Nothing good can come of this and yet he’s helpless to resist.”

Tell the hours by @sneakend (**Heed the tags and warnings**) for @generaldevi (14,286 words)

“Kaido's henchmen introduce Kid to the true meaning of defeat.”

Not rated

From Scream To Smile by @op-sheepy for @chokefriends (Ossicle) (6059 words)

“The monsters at the SMILE Factory (née SCREAM Corp) learn how to be funny.

Law and Kid may be having some difficulties adjusting.”

#kidlaw exchange 2020 #masterlist #kidlaw #fanfic #fanart #hmu if any of the links don't work

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broncoburro · 2 years

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ArtFight 2022: Snowbranch’s Hyacinthtail and Sootbird

#artfight 2022 #art fight #warrior cats #warrior cats oc

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aussiewarriorcats · 1 year

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My blog is very new, but i thought I might as well share my favourite of the four clowders at the Gully.

This is Stone Clowder!

(names and designs subject to change)

Stone Clowder cats are hefty: ugly, short cats with plenty of muscle. They are warlike and enjoy picking fights. Good Combatants receive the honour of cropped ears to help them fight better. Or at least, that’s how the stories go.

Stone Clowder cats have the furthest to trek to the Dusk Meetings, and they often must send their Combatants out in the early morning in order to reach the Meeting Place by nightfall. Because of this trek being so long, they send only their most physically powerful Combatants.

Stone Clowder has a reputation for being muscular, unfriendly, and snappy. They tend to have monochromatic pelts, with black being favoured. They make their camp on the side of a cliff, taking refuge within the cracks and coves of the cliffs.

Stone Clowder Combatants hunt mainly birds, taking their eggs rather than hunting them directly. They rely on rainfall for water, as they don’t have easy access to the river.

In battle, they use their shortness to their advantage, diving beneath other cats. They occasionally resort to throwing other cats off the cliff. Despite their reputation, Stone Clowder avoids conflict where possible, but are fearsome fighters when pressed.

Allegiances (with kit names)

Commander: Ryestem (Rye) – Thickset black and white molly (She/Her) with scars along her shoulders and face, and amber eyes.

Lieutenant: Sootbird (Soot) – Tall, muscular black and white molly (She/Her), with scars stretching from her jaws to her amber eyes.

Healer: Dandeliontuft (Dandelion) – Grey and cream dilute tortoiseshell tom (He/Him), with dark green eyes.

Trainee: Mole – Very deep brown and white tom (He/They) with amber eyes.

Councillors:

Lilypad (Lily) – Golden and grey tortoiseshell genderfluid cat (She/He/They), with amber eyes.

Flyclaw (Fly) – Spotted dark grey tabby molly (She/They), with green eyes.

Trainee: Juniper – Massive black and white tom (He/Him), with yellow eyes.

Tawnywhisker (Tawny) – Enormous brown tabby and white molly, (She/Xe) with green eyes.

Trainee: Sun – Small black molly with golden tortoiseshell markings

Combatants:

Mist – Dilute tortoiseshell tabby tom (They/He) with cloudy blue eyes (Blind)

Shadow – Small black and white tom (He/Him) with amber eyes.

Glade – Huge black tortoiseshell molly (She/Her) with minimal red and white spotting

Bramble – Big dark grey tom (He/Him), with blue eyes and pale grey stripes.

Trainee: Grove – Small dark brown tom (He/Him) with darker brown markings.

Nestmaker:

Suntail – Small, slender black molly (She/They), with a bright red tail.

Nesters:

Spark – Elderly, longhaired molly (She/Her) with blue eyes and thick red tabby fur. Nursing five kits: Possum, Bettong, Dingo, Kangaroo, Potaro

Wheat – Cream, fluffy molly (She/Her), with amber eyes and an underbite. Caring for two kits: Taipan, Tiger

Retirees:

Marshpuddle (Puddle) – Muscular black-and-white molly (She/Her), with huge scars across her face.

Snowdrop (Snow) – Large white tom (He/Him) with minimal black markings.

Patchheart (Patch) – Black tom (He/Him), with big white patches.

#stone clowder #the gully #warrior cats #wc #ocs #warrior cats ocs #warriors oc #wc oc #warriors #waca #fanclan

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