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pinkydevil16 · 1 year

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Tyler Galpin x reader: extra 18+ smut

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"Oh fuck." Y/n moaned out, her back pressed against the mattress Tyler's hand around her throat as he pounded into her, her nails digging into his hand as her eyes rolled back Tyler lunging down and claiming her lips enjoying how she moaned into his mouth whimpering as his thumb drew circles on her clit making her sob out his name.

"Fuck Tyler don't stop." Tyler grinned kissing down to her neck as he marked her throat loving how her hands moved to grip his back as he pulled her body upwards to meet his thrusts her head falling back as she cried out he could smell the fresh tears as she begged him his thumb moving quickly as she squeezed him.

"Tyler." Y/n moaned his name as she came, her voice coming out like a sob as he kept thrusting into her his thumb never stopping as she squirmed under him holding his arm as she tried to push him away too overstimulated.

"Louder Y/n, i want everyone to know you belong to me." Y/n closed her eyes her body burning from his touch as he didn't stop, the sound of him thrusting in and out of her filling the air as she felt her stomach tighten again not being able to have a break as he grinned down at her fucked out face. Kissing her cheek as he collected her tears moaning at the taste as she whimpered her legs shaking.

"Tell everyone who you belong to Y/n, no one else can make you feel like this can they? No one else fucks you like i do. Those disgusting pigs all staring at my master." Y/n cried out as he thrust harder her body jolting up the bed as she dragged his lips back down to hers nipping at his lips as he moaned.

"I belong to you Tyler, you're mine baby." Y/n said as she rolled her hips moaning as she felt Tyler's hips stutter at her words, she knew exactly how to make him weak as she kept repeating herself as Tyler moaned out eyes closed as he came, Y/n pulling him closer wrapping her legs tightly around him as she came whispering his name as he moved his thumb from her clit both of them panting loudly as Tyler moved back looking at the mess. The blood along her thighs and stained on his hands from where he'd slaughtered the men catcalling Y/n, the blood smeared over the two of them as he smirked at her.

"You look so pretty like this." Y/n bit her lip pulling him back down to kiss him as she felt him harden in her moaning at the feeling as he gripped her thighs pulling her closer.

"You're made for me Y/n." Tyler whispered as he slowly thrust in and out of her enjoying how she whimpered but dragged him back to kiss him again nodding into the kiss. This was his favourite moments, Y/n too fucked out to do anything but cry under him, he was her whole world and she knew it.

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#tyler galpin x reader #Tyler galpin x reader smut

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theprestigegirly · 7 months

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tagged by @wisecrackingeric-2 !

idk how to do these i don’t even think i have 10 moots 😭😭 but RULES: 5 songs u have been listening to and tag 10 people!! (i believe)

1) Baby You’re a Haunted House (Gerard Way)

2) Sleeping With the Enemy (TV Girl)

3) My Love Mine All Mine (Mitski)

4) Cowboy Like Me (Taylor Swift)

5) DONTTRUSTME (3OH!3)

tagged!! @monster-enger @kaiserrr19 @sar-phie @raidenloml @illmetkismet @crocmoss @bibliophile-bi @xx-blo0d-n-slutz-xx @loopslicydanmat @cvtemarie

#the absolute lack of cohesion in this list is wild #my music taste is so bad i’m so sorry guys 😭😭😭#10 people is so many omg 😭😭😭#sorry for exposing all ten of u to my music taste

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bibliophile-bi · 11 months

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some of my favourite across the spiderverse things (no particular order) :

trans flag + colours in gwens universe

HOBIE BROWN <3

Pavitr Prabhakar <3

"That's where the British stole everything"

"kids an anarchist"

Miles' BLM pin

Peter B Parker showing off Mayday at any opportunity

"tea tea" "bread bread"

Miles being the reason Peter B wanted a child

bagel origin story

into the spiderverse reunion and team-up

spider-cat

Donald Glover prowler

tobey maguire + andrew garfield uncle ben scenes

#across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #i could go on for days about this film #too many thoughts so much love #bibliophile-bi

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morrigan-sims · 5 months

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character/story inspiration tag

I was tagged by @goldenwaves! Thank you, Izzy! So the prompt technically says this:

rules: write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your story and/or OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe

but I am incapable of pointing out characters or media that influence my stories or OCs because I'm not aware enough of that influence. All the influence that happens is subconscious. So, uh, here's some stuff instead.

I'm going to tag @simgerale @rebouks @softpine @barbieaiden @simlit @panicsimss @wavvi and any of me other storytelling mutuals!

(additional graphics from Freepik)

#also peep new title reveal!!#morrigan.txt #*rtq extras #rtq: Fallon #character inspo tag #story inspo tag #tag game #this was a lot of fun even though I kind of failed at doing it correctly lmao.#if I get tagged again I'll probably do a dnd character.#but I figured this time I'd better do my sims story.

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shes-a-cowboyyy-killer · 2 months

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hey yall!! here’s some things bout me and my blog

🌵 26/single/uninterested

⚡️ adhd af

🖤 bi/switch/sub leaning

🌵popular tags i use

•dls🤭: when im feelin subby

•mls💗: when im feelin domme

•i want🥺: things that i want done to me

•me: all my selfies

⚡️most of my NSFW stuff is in my likes...i'm just trying not get nuked again.😅

🖤 bibliophile/book worm/booktok girly📚

🌵if you’re gonna send me cringy or gross DMs im gonna post em to my chronicles of cringey DMs collection. So don’t tell me that i didn’t warn you.

⚡️all blank/ageless/or any blogs that don’t pass the vibe check get blocked

🖤 yes im a cowgirl, and no that doesn’t mean that you can sexualize or fetishize me.

🌵all haters can fuck off

⚡️attitude like beth dutton/ personality like teeter/ booty like lainey wilson/ hopelessly devoted like marty maraschino (iykyk😏🫡)

🖤 at the end of the day, this is my blog. im not overly religious but i do believe in god, so i might post things about god. if that bugs you then please don’t follow me. this blog is a place that i can truly express myself.

#personal #pinned post #me

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delshark · 11 months

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🌴 OC Feature: Oz Green 🌴

A self aware pessimist, egotist, and snob. Oz will bring himself down, and anyone around him, for his own amusement.

He may seem heartless at first, but Oz isn't comfortable with PDA, so he has more subtle ways of showing that he cares.

Species: Mumu/Werebeast

Age: 32

Height: 5' 8"

Cis Male

Demisexual/Demiromantic (bi)

Musician

Tech Nerd

Bibliophile

Colorblind

🌴🌆🌴

#original characters #curiah city #california magic #OC feature #Oz #comics #lgbtqia #artists on tumblr

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spocks-got-a-glock · 15 days

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Hear þe hear þe, gays and linguistics people of Tumblr!

I've been thinking (never a good sign), a lot of the terminology around same sex attraction and its detractors makes no sense etymologically. I mean let's start with homosexual. Homo (same) + sexual. So what we actually have is "same sexual". And "sexual" on its own doesn't actually mean "attraction to". In other words the suffix "al" really means "of the" (examples: hormonal shift - "shift of the hormones, tonal shift - shift of the tone). Think of how the word bisexual was traditionally used - in biology - to describe an organism that had two sexes. Bi-sexual, of two sexes. This is going somewhere bear with me.

If you wanted a word to actually convey the concept of homosexuality with the same greek/latin etymology (yeah the word homosexual is already a Greek/Latin hybrid so fuck it) I suggest that the word would actually be "homosexualphilia" or "love of the same sex" (although I get the want to stick clear of "philia", despite it having spawned perfectly nice words like bibliophile). ANYWAY, this brings me to the next point. The real point. The word "homophobia", actually, literally, means fear of the same. Homo (same) + phobia (fear of). Which begs the question, who would this actually apply to in reality? Who is so scared of "the same"? Who, in the literal linguistic sense, qualifies as a homophobe?

The only conclusion I can come to is someone who thinks Groundhog Day is a horror movie.

*takes a bow for the longest setup for the niche-est nerdiest punchline ever*

#is this anything #linguistics #etymology #gay #homoseuxality #lgbtq #groundhog day #official linguistics post

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pumpkinhrat · 10 months

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Martin nearly drops his glass of wine in his lap when the notification pops up. A bit does splash over the lip of the glass and nearly ruins his freshly folded laundry, but he can’t bring himself to care. The message blinks at him from his phone screen: Tinder (now) – Somebody Super Liked you! Find out who.

Martin stares blankly at it until the screen starts to go dark. A Super Like. A Super Like? It’s been a week since Martin opened the account and he’s barely had 5 matches in the time since. He’s not even really sure what a Super Like is besides the fact that Tinder keeps trying to make him buy them. Did someone pay to match with him? Martin’s pulse quickens and before he can talk himself out of it, he’s typing in his passcode and pulling up the app. Immediately, a profile pops up with a bright blue star under the scowling face of–

Jonathan Sims.

Martin freezes, the skin of his neck prickling suddenly. What… He takes a furtive look around his flat, suddenly and bizarrely self conscious, as if someone’s gonna pop up beside him to judge his every reaction – ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. He takes a large swallow of wine.

Martin’s first instinct upon discovering that his boss Super Liked him on Tinder of all places is, of course, to deny, deny, deny that it’s really happening. Because, really, imagining dour, dry Jon sitting down to set up an online dating profile after scoffing at Tim’s own profile so hard that he’d set himself into a coughing fit is unbelievable. It doesn’t help Martin’s denial, however, that the third picture on Jon’s account is one of Tim and Sasha crowding beside him at a bar. It also doesn’t help that Martin remembers that night very clearly and knows for certain that after Sasha had taken that selfie of the three of them, Tim had insisted on a photo with Martin as well. (“Gotta have documentation that I actually managed to drag all three of you out at once!” he remembers Tim shouting in his ear.)

Martin clicks through the rest of the profile with a deliberate sort of detachment, though his cheeks warm against his will. It’s not his fault that every previously unseen photo of his stuffy, starched shirt boss in jeans and a flannel ignites a new wash of fire down his back. The blue Super Like star continuing to glow merrily under each photo doesn’t help, either.

Martin mindlessly scrolls down a bit further and encounters the description he’d missed while scouring Jon’s photo album. The bio reads: ‘Stressed, depressed, well dressed. Put the bi in bibliophile. Looking for someone to raise a cat with.’ Martin’s attention catches on the second line, specifically the word ‘bi’. He knows that Jon had dated at least one woman before but he never wanted to assume anything about his preferences. It’s nice to know, he supposes, as his traitorous body sends another wash of elated heat down his back.

This is bad. Very, very bad. Jon had been alluring enough when he’d been Marin’s mean, unfairly hot boss who’d occasionally dress him down in a way that made his hands tingle. Cold, strict, and gloriously, mercifully unattainable. It’s been a few years since those rocky beginnings, though. Now, Jon has settled into his gig as Head Archivist and the spiky walls of his glaringly obvious inferiority complex have disappeared entirely. He still snaps and snipes, of course, but that’s to be expected no matter how close you are to Jonathan Sims.

This, unfortunately, means that Martin’s… interest (he refuses to say ‘infatuation’ as Tim had) in Jon has taken a bit more of a realistic turn. In the past year or so, Jon has turned into something of a friend, which is incredible on its own but also has disastrous implications for Martin’s ability to maintain his self control. And this? This is bad.

The wine (a thank you gift from Jon for hosting his birthday party at his flat the year prior) sits warm and soft in Martin’s belly as his thumb hovers over the swipe right and left options. Nothing about this makes a lick of sense, but Martin’s imagination never really needs much to go on in order to find the most ridiculous course of action and convince him to act on it.

He downs the rest of his glass in one go and swipes his thumb to the right. Who needs self control?

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“And what, exactly, do you mean by concerned?”

Sasha cringes slightly at Jon’s sharp tone but Tim just slings an arm around his neck, snatching his phone and the offending Tinder account away from him. “Oh come on Boss Man, you know we worry! We’re just looking out for you! Consider it a favor.”

“A favor.” His tone is so dry that even Tim grimaces but he quickly recovers.

“Yeah! You were just whingeing about how terrible company Sash and I make on a night out, always running off for a bit of fun and leaving you by your lonesome. We thought we’d solicit you some company!”

“Must you phrase it that way? It sounds as if you’re hiring me an escort.” Jon gripes without much bite, crossing his arms where he leans against Sasha’s desk. Tim grins at him so widely he rolls his eyes and looks away. “So, what, you want to find someone for me to interact with while the two of you go off to- to do whatever it is you do? I’m just supposed to stay behind and rendezvous with some stranger?”

“Well,” Sasha says slowly. Jon turns his imperious look on her. “We tried to encourage you to, um, rendezvous with someone at the bar when the two of us break off but you didn’t seem to like that idea either.”

Jon puffs out an exasperated little sigh that is honestly endearing as fuck and levels a flat look at Sasha. “You know perfectly well that that is not something I’m–”

“That’s not what I meant,” she cuts in quickly. “It’s perfectly possible to make friends at bars even if you’re not looking for anything else.”

“Maybe for some people,” he mutters, looking away, and Sasha’s heart squeezes much in the way that had made her start this entire endeavor. She opens her mouth to explain just this but Tim beats her to the punch.

“That’s kinda the point, Boss Man. We know you aren’t particularly comfortable having full blown conversations with strangers, so we thought this would be is a great solution! Match with a few people, see who fits the best, then you can meet the ones who you think you’d actually survive socializing with.” Jon takes a breath and Tim quickly barrels on. “Aaaand if you don’t find anyone who meets that bar, then no harm done! Just delete the app and you’ll never have to think about it again.” He gently pushes the phone across Sasha’s desk toward Jon, the app open to the ‘matches’ page.

Jon stares down at it with clear disdain before eyeing them both doubtfully. “I appreciate the effort,” he starts carefully and Sasha has to bite her tongue to resist interrupting. “But isn’t this an entirely unnecessary endeavor? It’s not as if we go out all that often, anyway. Everyone’s far too busy to agree on nights to go out, and Martin hasn’t been able to attend in months.”

“Well, y’know, that’s also kind of the point, Boss Man,” Tim says. He yanks out a chair and sits on it backward beside Sasha so they’re both looking up at Jon. He taps his phone pointedly. “We want you to get out there, mingle with other people now that Martin’s lost his weekends to his mom and Sash and I are dipping into territory you’re not as comfortable with–”

“You two do know I am capable of hearing the word sex without bursting into flame, yes?”

“–and, hey, we get it, you’re not the most social guy. But everyone needs a little bit of time with a friend or partner. We don’t want you to miss out on that because our little quartet has encountered a few scheduling conflicts.”

Jon stares at them, a look Sasha does not like filling his eyes, and his lips thin slightly. “You think I’m lonely.” He says the word with such a tone of accusation that Sasha cringes again.

“We don’t think you’re lonely,” she corrects quickly. “We just think you’d benefit from new social connections now that we’re less available.”

“And we still wanna go out,” Tim adds. “As often as we can. We just want–”

“Me to have more options than just you three, yes, I understand the premise.” He turns his attention back to Tim’s phone and gingerly pokes through the app, huffing and making more Jon Noises. Precious. After an excruciating amount of time, he heaves a gigantic sigh. “I suppose it won’t hurt to- to test it out. See if your theory holds any weight.” He sounds reluctant but Tim and Sasha share an excited glance, Sasha giving an endeared little nose scrunch at the wording. What an utterly Jon thing to say. “It has– It’s been a while since Georgie, so I believe now is as good a time as any to ‘get back out there’. I hadn’t thought there’d be anyone particularly interesting on apps like these but…” He trails off as he clicks through one of his matches’ profiles and Sasha just barely catches a glimpse of a foggy silhouette on a mountain.

“We handpicked a few people that we thought you might gel with,” she cuts in quickly, before Jon can expand on his ‘but’ and shut the whole thing down. “The one you’re looking at right now is Tim’s favorite, though I think he’s a bit boring.” Tim makes an affronted noise but Jon just hums, scrolling slowly through the profile’s long winded description.

“Yes, quite,” he says, clearly not paying any attention to what she’s saying. Tim grins at her.

‘Told ya so!’ He mouths and Sasha gives him the finger under her desk.

“Well, whaddya say, Boss?” Tim asks after another few minutes, which Jon spends entirely on Martin’s profile. “Shall I get you all logged in on your phone so you can start chatting him up? Or am I gonna lose my phone entirely to you and this ‘Martin’?” Jon looks up at Tim, surprised, then back down at the phone.

“Oh, right, yes, this is–“ He fumbles to return the phone to Tim, as if looking through it hadn’t been the entire point of the account, and pulls out his own phone. “I’ll just take over from you now, shall I? It is, ah, apparently my account, after all.”

He says the last bit with no small amount of pointed wryness but Sasha ignores their squabbling, leaning back in her chair triumphantly. Another successful mission in order to expand Jon’s little world, this one possibly the most satisfying. She glows a little with the feeling of a job well done.

After all, what could possibly go wrong?

ANON YOURE BACK, THANK YOU FOR WRITING MORE I absolutely love it 😭

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UPDATE: You can read the whole story by JJanuaryRain on AO3! Go give them lots of love -> "all's fair in love & tinder"

#anon's tma!da au fic #tma!da au #asks #jonmartin #jmart #tma fic #AAAAAAA #im so happy im crying #this is so cute

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leinwandfrei · 5 months

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Eine lohnende späte Rückkehr in die Tintenwelt - Die Farbe der Rache von Cornelia Funke

Warnung: Der Text enthält Informationen über den Ausgang des Romans und unterliegt den subjektiven Urteilsgrenzen einer seit der Kindheit durch die Bücher von Cornelia Funke geprägten Leserin!

„Schwarz war die Welt. Es war Nacht in Ombra. Nur die Mauern der Burg färbten sich rot, als hätte die untergehende Sonne sich zwischen ihnen versteckt. (…) Es herrschte Frieden in Ombra, seit mehr als fünf Jahren. Doch in dieser kühlen Septembernacht gedachte die Stadt all derer, die für diesen Frieden gestorben waren, und wie jedes Jahr gab ihnen ein Mann durch die Flammen eine Gestalt. Feuertänzer.“ (S. 7)

Mit diesen Worten kehren wir unvermittelt in die Tintenwelt zurück. In deren Hauptstadt Ombra sind nur fünf Jahre seit den Geschehnissen von Tintentod vergangen, in unserer Welt allerdings sind es bereits 16 Jahre seit dem Erscheinen des dritten Bandes der fantastischen Jugendbuchreihe. 2003 hat sich Cornelia Funke mit Tintenherz schlagartig von der erfolgreichen Jugend- und Kinderbuchautorin zur internationalen Bestsellerautorin entwickelt. In den Jahren 2005 und 2007 folgen mit Tintenblut und Tintentod die Fortsetzungen der Geschichte um den Buchbinder Mortimer und seine Tochter Meggie, zwei Zauberzungen, die Personen, Tiere und Gegenstände aus Büchern heraus wie hinein lesen können. Mittels dieser Gabe und auf einigen Umwegen gelangte ihre Familie selbst in die Tintenwelt und entschied sich dafür, diese Welt zu ihrer Heimat zu machen. Der Traum eines jeden Lesers, das vollständige Eintauchen in die erzählte Welt wird ihnen damit erfüllt. Die Einbände dieser klassisch illustrierten Romane dürften für viele LeserInnen prägend gewesen sein oder zumindest Erinnerungen wach rufen. Funke gehört zu einem ganzen Reigen an Kinderbuchautoren die zugleich Erzähler als auch Illustratoren ihrer Geschichten sind, darunter so bekannte Namen wie Otfried Preußler, Paul Maar, Michael Ende und natürlich Janosch. In ihrer Kompaktheit schien diese Reihe vollendet, doch fast 20 Jahre später hat Cornelia Funke den vierten Band der Reihe veröffentlicht. Die ersten Kapitel von Die Farbe der Rache hat sie bereits während der Coronapandemie kostenlos als Hörbuch zugänglich gemacht, um sich und ihren Fans den Lockdown ein wenig zu verschönern. Seit der Veröffentlichung steht der Roman auf den Bestsellerlisten ganz oben und Denis Scheck würdigte es sowohl in seinem Kommentar zur Bestsellerliste als auch in seiner Sendung, wo er die Autorin im Interview empfing.

Anders als im Falle der ebenfalls mit weiter Distanz verfassten Drachenreiter-Fortführungen ist ihr diesmal ein würdiger Nachfolger gelungen. Der direkte Anschluss beginnt mit den typischen Illustrationen des Umschlags und der Indizes jedes Kapitels, eine Erinnerung an lange vergangene bibliophile Praktiken und versetzt den Leser mit den ersten Sätzen ansatzlos zurück in die Welt von Tintenherz. Ein Nachfolger, der sich anfühlt wie ein nahtloser Anschluss und eine direkte Rückkehr in eine einmalige Traumwelt. Er profitiert davon, dass das Figurenkarussell etwas gedreht worden ist und Staubfinger, der schwarze Prinz, Staubfingers Stiefsohn Jehan und einige geheimnisvolle Waldfrauen zu den Protagonisten des neuen Romans geworden sind. Ein neues Element sind die Aspekte Bilder und Musik, die erstmals über szenische Erwähnungen hinausreichend Bedeutung für die Handlung haben. Bis dato stand für Funke immer die Welt der Bücher, die Macht der Sprache und die Vielfalt der fantastischen Welten - gebunden zwischen Buchdeckeln - im Mittelpunkt. Aber die Entwicklung unserer Welt hat sie zu Gedanken über Visualität angeregt und die Motto-gebenden Zitate der Kapitel widmen sich dieser Kraft und den Gefahren der Täuschung. Sie zitiert sich hier auch selbst und verstärkt damit die Einbindung in die von ihr geschaffene Märchenwelt, deren analoge Qualität gerade im Kontrast zur Alltagsgegenwart fesselnd ist. Wer nicht mehr so ganz vor Augen hat, was in den Büchern passiert ist und wo wir die Familie Folchart zurückgelassen haben, darf sich die Zusammenfassung aus Orpheus Feder zu Gemüte führen. Aber eigentlich kehrt man ganz intuitiv zurück, wie in ein vor kurzem erst verlassenes gemütliches Wohnzimmer – voller Bücher, versteht sich.

Inhaltlich wird die Rache des Erzählers Orpheus geschildert. Orpheus möchte sich für die Ablehnung der Freundschaft durch sein Idol Staubfinger rächen und nimmt ihm seine engsten Freunde und Verbündete mithilfe von schwarzer Magie. Dafür ist er sogar bereit das Leben junger Frauen zu opfern. Meggie, Mo, Resa, Dario, Elinor, Farid, Roxanne und Brianna werden in ein Buch hineingemalt und aus der Tintenwelt entfernt. Ungewollt werden auch Dante (Meggies kleiner Bruder) und Doria (Meggies Geliebter) mit in die grauen Bilder gezogen, da sie ihre Liebsten nicht loslassen wollten. Orpheus lässt seine Feinde mit einem magischen Pulver in Bilder verbannen, einzig Staubfinger vermag dieser Behandlung irgendwie zu überleben, da sein bester Freund nicht wie geplant verschwindet und das Feuer ihm zu Hilfe eilt. Die Farbe der Rache ist grau, gewissermaßen also das Fehlen von Farbe und Wärme. Gemeinsam besiegen die Zurückgelassenen die schwarze Fee, brechen Orpheus Bann und befreien alle aus dem grauen Bildergefängnis – mit Gesang. Cornelia Funke stellt hier Bilder, Musik und die Geschichte als gleichwertige Komponenten nebeneinander und beschreibt wie gewohnt in malender Sprache den Zauber einer durch die Worte von gedruckten Buchstaben auf Seiten gebannten Geschichte, umschlossen von gar nicht beengenden, sondern nur zusammenhaltenden Buchdeckeln.

„Da waren sie alle, nicht länger nur Bilder in einem Buch, sondern aus Fleisch und Blut, mit warmen Gliedern, Stille und Frieden auf den Gesichtern und so ruhig atmend, wie nur der Schlaf es schenkte. Baptista lag neben Mortimer, Resa und Dante. Jehan zwischen Elinor, Fenoglio und Darius. Hyvin neben Meggie und Doria, als wäre dies nicht die erste Nacht, die sie gemeinsam in dem Haus verbrachten, das ein Wiedehopf, eine Eidechse und eine Maus bewachten. Und da schliefen dicht beisammen, Roxanne und Brianna mit Farid zu ihrer Linken. Er hatte sich wie immer im Schlaf zusammengerollt wie eine junge Katze, (…).“ (S. 316f)

Viel zu schnell sind die 350 Seiten verflogen, aber der Vorteil eines Buches ist ja, dass man sofort wieder von vorne beginnen kann. Wer die Corona-Zeit nicht zum wieder-lesen der Tintenweltromane genutzt hat, hat nun einen guten Anstoß dafür. Funkes Reihe hat die Qualitäten eines Klassikers und bietet mit jedem Lesen neue Details. Die Farbe der Rache ist ein würdiger Nachtrag und verschließt ihr natürlich nicht die erneute Rückkehr nach Ombra. Bisher haben sie und ihr Verlag sich dem qualitätsfreien, unangenehm geschäftsmäßigen Ausschlachten ihrer Erfolgsreihe nach der Verfilmung von 2008 entziehen können und die Qualität dieses Nachtrags zeigt, dass sie tatsächlich Neues zu erzählen hat und nicht Altes wieder verwertet. Vielleicht begleitet sie ja Meggie und Doria bei ihrer geplanten Reise durch die Weiten der Tintenwelt? Oder erzählt die Geschichten von Fenoglio, welche er für die Kinder von Ombra in Märchen gießt? Oder Staubfinger kann sich doch nicht mehr länger an den Hof von Roxanne binden und folgt seinem Reisetrieb, um seine Feuerkunst weiter zu verbreiten?

Die Tintenwelt bietet noch so viele Möglichkeiten und Leerstellen, die auszufüllen wären. Natürlich ist es ein Jugendbuch, welches sicher an die Limitierungen dieses Genres gebunden ist. Aber der Eindruck eines Funke-Romans mit einem offenen Publikum von Kindern bis hin zu Kind-Gebliebenen übersteigt diese Einschränkungen ganz klar. Mit der Tintenwelt hat sie ihre stärkste Welt geschaffen und an sie reicht auch der märchenhaft anachronistische Weltentwurf der Grimmbrüder in ihrer Reckless-Reihe nicht heran, trotz ihres stetigen Arbeitens an dieser ebenso detailliert ausgefeilten Welt. Cornelia Funke bereichert die Kinder- und Jugendbuchliteratur nun seit fast 40 Jahren und wird dabei nicht müde, für die Bedeutung des Lesens, von Büchern, vom Erzählen und der Sprache wie der Illustrationen zu kämpfen. Sie wird irgendwann eine große Lücke hinterlassen und die Frage, wie lange sich ihre herrlich analogen Geschichten gegen die Modernität erwehren können, wird erst in der Zukunft beantwortet werden müssen.

PS: Gerade die der Reckless-Reihe zugeordnete Sammlung von eigenständigen Erzählungen, Palast aus Glas, eignet sich in der Weihnachtszeit ganz besonders zum Schmökern. Daneben sind auch die frühen Werke Hinter verzauberten Fenstern. Eine geheimnisvolle Adventsgeschichte (1989) und Als der Weihnachtsmann vom Himmel fiel (1994)als Weihnachtslektüre zu empfehlen. Letzteres Werk lohnt sich auch in der filmischen Adaption durch Oliver Dieckmann und der Interpretation durch die Augsburger Puppenkiste.

#cornelia funke #die farbe der rache #inkheart

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