Quillheel - ROOTS.

“Hark,” a voice boomed in his ears.

The voice was not one, but many, coming from every direction and ringing in his skull to where he thought it might crack open. The deepest voice made his chest shutter, bass shaking his core; the most shrill rang even when it had stopped. With gritted teeth and clenched eyes, he clapped his hands over his ears as the voice continued:

“Thy hand is sullied. Return the Sacred Blade whence it rested.”

happy valentine’s akeshu 

( drops a ❤️❔ and disappears )

Send '❤️❔' if you'd be interested in discussing a potential ship between our muses! // ALWAYS accepting!

Yes ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so bad at figuring out what specific muses of yours to focus on and plot with because there's so so so many I wanna interact with ( so i think i'm just gonna start shooting asks at muses whenever I see some that jiives and Go For It instead of trying to plot with 100 different little guys all at once ) but I'm ABSOLUTELY 100% DOWN SIGN ME UP CHIEF <3333 if you have Any ideas PLEASE do not hesitate to share them I'm SO game <333

I made an observation about how Dustfinger loves the inkworld so so much, and how it loves him right back in a post I reblogged yesterday and now I literally can’t stop thinking about it

Because I just, UGH. He really does, he loves the fire and the fairies and his best friend. His wife, his daughter, his now step-son. The trees, the traveling, the singing, the dancing, even the danger. He loves every part of this world with his whole heart

And it loves him right back! The fairies who healed his face after Basta slashed it, the nymphs who remembered his face even after so long gone, the White Women who love him and his fire, The Great Shapechanger who let him go from her realm of death. For every ounce of love Dustfinger pours into this world, he gets it right back

Which is like, that’s the crux of his character isn’t it? Love. Dustfinger is many things, and he sees himself as many more, but at his core? He is full of love. He loves deeply and wholly. And I love that about him <3

there's something so compelling to me about the fact that sometimes leaving a blade or bullet inside the wound it made is the only way to prevent you from bleeding to death. something about the ironic symbolism of it. when the thing designed and intended to kill you is the only thing keeping you alive.