#reckless series

[not-amethyst-anymore]

Guuuuuuuys, I wrote a song about Reckless and I mailed it to Cornelia Funke!

This was the mail I sent

This was send back, then I sent the song...

And then Cornelia replied ^v^

I'm really happy right now!!! 😁😁😁

(Ps: should I post the song on here?)

#reckless series #mirrorworld series #mirrorworld #cornelia funke #i wrote a song #song #nerron #will reckless #jacob reckless

[thesere1418]

Can we just talk about the fact that the fandom is so small? Seriously, books are absolutely awesome, Cornelia offers us a whole universe, and there are twenty people who talk about it? The fourth book was not even translated into French (I am French, but luckily I know enough about English to be able to read the book in that language anyway.) Why are there so many people talking about these books?

#reckless #mirrorworld #reckless series #mirrorworld series #and family jacob #fox #will #nerron is too cute #I love them all #but I don’t like John reckless

[the-bastard-and-the-pup]

What do you mean this wasn't exactly what happened in book 4?

John: William?

Will: Yes, it's me. Your son. And it's "Will", Dad.

John: No. "William". I named you.

Will: You ruined my life!

John: How could I ruin your life?! I wasn't even there!

#mirrorworld series #mirrorworld #reckless series #cornelia funke #reckless #incorrect quote #will reckless #john reckless

[forustothinkistobealive]

I wrote a little something. Nerron x Will Reckless.

#reckless #mirrorworld #cornelia funke #nerron #will reckless #reckless series #reckless cornelia funke

[goylempire]

I haven't done any headcanons in a while, so here's a few of how Hentzau would act when his human is sick (after the relationship is very well established.)

This is also being done from my phone because the internet at the hotel and my laptop are not friends, so please overlook any typos or weirdness to how this looks!

If his human gets sick, he will panic. He will hide his panic, but he's freaking out.

Healthcare on that side of the mirror isn't the best, and Hentzau doesn't trust doctors. He's gone to several, and none have been able to help his chest pains, so why should he trust them with his lover? 

He will work from home if he can. He doesn't want you to need anything and be unable to get it. He wants you resting!

If he can't be at home the entire time, he will be stopping in every chance he gets.

Or he will send Nesser to check on you  (which is always a little awkward for you and Nesser.) 

If you mention being cold, he will have every blanket in the house on your bed, or he'll offer to draw you a hot bath. 

He'd be such a mother hen. He'd come check to make sure you're still breathing when you fall asleep. 

He will make you tea the way you like it, and he will run down to the café that you like and get soups for you. 

He's doing his best to help you on the road to feeling well again. 

Even if his is a little hovering a little bit too much…. Just let him take care of you. He can't stand feeling useless in any situation.

Taglist: @pickle-de-packle

#hentzau and his human #Hentzau x reader #headcanons #hentzau headcanons #reckless series #mirrorworld #mirrorworld series #goyl #reckless

[littlebodyinkheart]

#inkheart #inkheart trilogy #cornelia funke #inkspell #inkdeath #inkworld #tintenherz #mirror world #reckless series

[soft-tiny-fox]

SPOILERS BOOK 4

I have a list of headcanons about Fox and Jacob’s family:

Joie is the eldest, then come James and Eddie

Joie is her father’s daughter in everything BUT dancing. She’s the worst dancer that ever existed, unless somebody guides her right…

Jaime (but they’ll have to stop calling him that when he’ll get older, he’a bound to be taller than Jacob) is the second-born and he is just a little bit less reckless than Joie, more emphatetic and the best dancer in the family (even better than Fox). He’ll grow to be a heartbreaker as his father was when he was young (but who knows when the right girl will come…). He’s a year and a half younger than Joie.

Eddie is the youngest, he, as James, resembles his father physically, but has his mother’s character and is the calmest and most rational in the family. He’a the little one, seven years younger than Joie, and he hates how everyone feels like he is to protect all the time. Let’s say he’s desperately trying to be not as harmless as he seems.

All three of them grew up to their parents stories (there’s only one story they’ll never get told spontaneously, and it involves some immortals, a crossbow and a reward in Lothraine for their uncle’s head) and learnt to fight (not really because Fox and Jacob wanted to but… Joie seems born to play with daggers, swords are Jamie’s second arms and little Eddie has an aim that everybody should fear)

In addition, their favourite uncle (but don’t tell the others) is the first regal guard for Kami’en and the trainer of the Goyl’s guard. He’s difficult to win over, but only because sometimes he becames made of jade.

Nerron and Will will have Joie as their ring-bearer for their marriage (Will wanted an human and a goyl’s ceremony, so who was Nerron to interfere).

For all three of them the day in which they’ll defeat Nerron in combat will be the day of their aldulthood beginning.

They’ll be very very much loved by Aunt Alma, Granpa (or Grumpypa) Albert and Uncle Sylvain. They’ll meet their mother side of the family, but it will be a little more complicated than that. And they’ll only discover the story of a certain Isambard Brunel in a moment of rage and distraction of their father. Afterwards which everybody will cry a lot.

Everybody will be jealous of Joie first boyfriend and when they’ll break up he’ll risk his life from three stupidly possessive Reckless (but in reality nobody will hurt him. Because Joie would be at their throats.

All three of them will be shapeshifters. The first and easiest to transform will be Joie, and Jaime will be the one who finds it more difficult.

One day they will visit Vena, because of some important issue with some glass (?), they only know what they overheard their parents saying. There Joie will meet a prince made of stone who is the only one able to win over her in duel and Jaime will meet for the first time the daughter of a spy his parents seem to know really well. Eddie would be too little for this kind of drama, but he too will discover new things and finally make friend who aren’t already awed by his parents or his siblings. But most importantly, all three of them will cause mayhem with the royal guards and embrass all the trainees.

#I have a lot more ready if you want them #mirrorworld #jacob reckless #reckless #reckless series #fox #joie reckless

[otherkinotd]

Today's otherkin of the day is Fox, who is foxkin 🦊

#foxkin #fox therian #fox kin #therian #otherkin #cornelia funke #reckless #reckless series #reckless books

[nfcomics]

THE GHOST IN YOU • A RECKLESS BOOK • cover art • Sean Phillips • words • Ed Brubaker [April 2022]

The fourth book in the bestselling RECKLESS series is here! Crime noir masters ED BRUBAKER & SEAN PHILLIPS present yet another original graphic novel starring troublemaker-for-hire Ethan Reckless. It’s the winter of 1989 and Ethan is out of town, so this time, Anna has to tackle the job on her own. When a movie scream queen asks her to prove the mansion she’s renovating isn’t haunted, Anna will stumble into the decades-long mystery of one of Hollywood’s most infamous murder houses…a place with many dark secrets—some of which might just kill her.

Another hit from the award-winning creators of PULP, MY HEROES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN JUNKIES, CRIMINAL, and KILL OR BE KILLED—and a must-have for all ED BRUBAKER & SEAN PHILLIPS fans.

#THE GHOST IN YOU • A RECKLESS BOOK #Sean Phillips #Ed Brubaker #Night Flight Comics #Comic Mail Orders #NFComics #Criminal #Reckless series #My Heroes Have Always Been Junkies #Pulp #Kill or Be Killed

[ecto-stone]

Vlad is Psychologically sensitive, and often get used as ghost bait by his two supernatural club friend, Jack and Maddie (j and M are child hood friend both are psycholigically deaf and can't get possesed by ghost). The contain power hall form that are used in modern ghost portal design are actually His idea.

The proto design actually come from Jack wanting to cut cost and push the speed of the project, whiles Vlad want to use a more expensive and safer design.

#Paranormal AU #Vlad white streak in his hair was also caused by getting possesed too much #he start the series off very enthusiast and energetic #but slowly grow more tired both physically and mentally due to constant possession and dealing with having to push back Jack reckless idea #He kinda only stay caused he kinda like maddie and is genuinly worried for her. since he knew Mad ain't gonna leave her BFF jack side

[not-amethyst-anymore]

Humans: Ahw man, we keep losing to the goyl, how wil we ever beat them?

Jacob: I shall end your suffering. I know an ancient weapon against stone...

Humans: Yes? Show us!

Jacob:

#reckless series #mirrorworld series #mirrorworld #jacob reckless #rock paper scissors #wait. is the human army scissors?

[the-bastard-and-the-pup]

"And how are you?"

Me, internally: The tea in book 4 did taste weird to Nerron. He could have gotten suspicious or stopped drinking it, but he trusted Will and Will had given it to him to drink and so he did and we have yet to see him work through that. He still has to go through the aftermath of the one person he truly opened up to, the friend who so openly appreciated having him around, leaving him behind like that.

Me: "Great, thanks!"

#cornelia funke #mirrorworld #mirrorworld series #reckless series #reckless #nerron #will reckless #jadebastard

[adventuretimeaddict]

Fionna!

#adventure time #art #finn the human #finn mertens #fionna and cake series #fionna and cake #fionna campbell #fionna the human #artists on tumblr #adventure time fionna and cake #I imagine Finn and fionna being very reckless and get into trouble more often than not

[goylempire]

Yearn.

NSFW. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 3000. Not edited.

Hentzau and his human. The first time.

The inn on the outskirts of Vena wasn’t the most appealing place to be. The hallways smelled of mildew and spilled liquor, several door frames were splintered where they had been victims of fists, and the people who passed her always made her pull the cloak she wore tighter around her. Despite all of this, she couldn’t think of any other place she’d rather be. At the end of the second-floor hallway, in the very last room, Hentzau waited for her. 

Room 238 always seemed to be available for them whenever Hentzau asked her to meet him. She would never admit how often she would check their secret message drop off spots. They had several just in case they were caught at one. She had wondered if he checked them as often as she did. She’d never asked. She wasn’t sure he would give her an answer if she did. He had a way of quickly diverting her attention to something different if he wanted to avoid a topic. 

She slid the heavy brass key into the lock and turned the knob. The creaking of the door always felt ominous, and she feared that one day he wouldn’t be waiting for her on the other side. Would he tell her if he no longer wished to see her? Would she hear of his death if something were to happen to him? Surely, it would be in the papers if the King’s right-hand man died, but the fear of never knowing still clawed its way through her subconscious. 

Today wouldn’t be that day, though. 

Hentzau sat at the small table by the window. His ankle was crossed over his knee, his back was straight and tense, and the gold of his right eye seemed to hold the same questions of “what if” that stirred in her brain and chest. She so wanted to ask him what she was to him, but the fear of pushing him away kept the words from spilling from her mouth. Instead, she simply smiled at him and locked the door behind her. 

“I was afraid I had given you too short notice to meet me here today,” he said as she made her way to him.

Shaking her head, she took the seat beside him.

“You’re in luck that I had to make a stop by the bakery,” she told him. “I might not have thought to check the hollowed tree if I hadn’t been so close to it.”

He hummed in response, but she got the feeling that he knew better. His shoulders relaxed just slightly as she placed her palm in the hand he had extended to her. He didn’t grasp it instantly, but let his fingers dance gently along her much softer skin. 

“How have things been at your job? This is your second week there, yes?” he asked.

She nodded and fought back the shiver that ran down her spine at the feel of his fingers ghosting along her wrist. 

“It’s going well, but it’s been much busier than I thought it would be. We’ve gotten in an order for a wedding party. It’s not a very large one, but I’ve never made a formal gown before, so I’m a bit nervous.”

Hentzau nodded, but it didn’t seem like he was really all that curious about her job. He seemed more distracted than usual. Had something happened? 

“I am sure you’ll do fine,” he told her. 

The backs of his claws were cold as they ran along the sensitive skin of the bend of her arm. The touch wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn’t often that his hands would stray far from hers. Her soft skin was something he had to readapt to every time they met, but tonight, it was almost as if her skin was the most fascinating thing he’d ever come across. 

“I’ve thought about you all week.” His voice was barely above a whisper. It was as if the words were something forbidden that would break this peace they had found. 

“I thought about you, too,” she admitted.

The ghost of a smile flickered across his face before he reined it back in. 

“Have you?” he questioned, looking away from where his hands still traveled along her skin and up to her eyes.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Every day. Most of the day.”

It was almost unsettling how calm his face was. How unmoving his expression was as his eyes bore into hers as if he was searching for any sign of deception. Any sign that she was stringing him along for the hell of it. He was risking his entire reputation being here with her, but he couldn’t walk away. He couldn’t leave this room and her and all their talks and secret kisses and the closest thing he’d had to normalcy since Kami’en had become king. 

His hand moved from her arm to her face. His large hand cupped her jaw as he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed into his touch. These moments were so rare. Being openly affectionate was not something the commander was used to, and she reveled in the fact that those walls seemed to have come down if only for this moment. If only for this one night. 

The touch of his lips against hers almost startled her away from him, but he held her to him. She had never thought that a person who was known for such harsh things could be so gentle or that stone lips could be more delicate than the finest silks in the shop she worked in. 

The soft moan that was heard by only his ears was all it took for him to pull her roughly from her own chair and closer to him. His tongue slid past her lips and brushed against hers as if it hungered for the noises that hid in the depths of her soul. 

“When your days were spent thinking of me, where did your thoughts go?” he asked when they parted. Their faces still so close together that she could count the shades of gold in his eyes even with his pupils blown wide. “Where did you allow them to go?”

Heat rose to her cheeks at the question. “What exactly are you asking me?”

He let out a short, breathy laugh. Her embarrassment was almost answer enough. 

“Do you want to know what I thought about when my mind wandered to you?” he asked. “Do you want to know the thoughts that found me late into the night in my tent? The thoughts that kept me awake and kept me alive on the battlefield?” 

She swallowed thickly and nodded. 

“Use your words,” he demanded.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Please, tell me what you thought of.”

He ran his fingers through her hair and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. His warm breath felt like a phantom promise on her neck.

“I thought about the feel of your hands in mine and wondered if the rest of your body was just as warm. I imagined what it would be like to be with you in your bed with your body pressed to mine. In the darkness around me, I thought about the noises you’d make as I made you mine over and over again. If you would let me-”

“Yes.”

Pulling back to look her in the eyes, he let out a steady breath. 

“What?” he questioned as if he hadn’t heard her correctly. 

She brushed her fingers along the cracked skin of his cheek. For the first time, her touch didn't make him flinch. 

“Make me yours,” she told him. “I want you to make me yours.”

He pulled them both to their feet, his hands deep in her hair. The heat of his mouth devoured any noises that thought about trying to escape her lips. The grey uniform bunched in her fists as she pressed into him as he walked her backward toward the bed. Her legs hit the edge of the mattress, but his large hands grasped her waist to stop her from falling onto it.

Breathlessly, he pulled his lips from hers.

“You are certain? This is what you want?” he asked.

“Yes. I want you,” she said. “More than anything.”

He ran his hand up her sides and made quick work of untying the laces on the back of her dress. The cold air kissed the exposed skin of her back, leaving chill bumps in its wake. She wasted no time shoving the sleeves past her arms and dropping the fabric in a pool at their feet. Hentzau said nothing as he stared at her like a wolf gazing down its next meal as she stood there exposed from the waist up. The scent of her arousal filling his nostrils.

His lips were on hers again as he gently pushed her to the mattress. She kicked her boots from her feet. A soft thud echoing in the air around them. Her fingers stumbled over the buttons on his uniform as she tugged the grey fabric open. For the first time, she noticed the absence of his ever-present weapons belt. Had he anticipated the night going this way? Had he discarded it from his body in hopes that her naked form would be below his?

She decided it didn’t quite matter where the hell his weapons were as his tongue slid down the side of her jaw and along her neck. His mouth latched on to the sensitive skin above her collar bone. Her body instinctively arched into his as his teeth bit into her soft flesh. It would leave a mark. It would scream to the world that she was his in a way that words never could. Even if she could tell people about him.

Tossing the grey jacket and undershirt to the floor, she drank in the sight of the gorgeous stone in front of her. To her, the jasper of his skin was more precious and more valuable than any diamonds in any world. Near his heart, a paler brown mark with a design not unlike spider webbing caught her eye. She recognized it instantly. It was that wound that had led her to help him. To try to save his life. She had never imagined that just months later that she would be ripping his jacket open for any other reason than to stop the clear blood pouring from his skin.

Rough hands glided up her sides and to her breasts. A moan ripped through her as clawed fingers pulled on hardened nipples. Locking her legs around his waist, she pulled him flush to her. Any space between them was too much. 

The groan in his chest vibrated through her body as he ground his clothed erection against her core. 

“Take these off,” she whined, reaching for his belt.

“You first,” he mumbled into her neck. 

Slipping his fingers under the waistband of her underwear, he ripped them from her body. He kissed his way down her body, his knees settling on the hardwood floors of the hotel room. Grasping her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the mattress. He parted her legs and gazed at her cunt like it was a new weapon he desperately wanted to learn to wield before he leaned forward and ran his tongue through her folds.

“Fuuuck,” she breathed, arching her hips. 

Hentzau hummed in agreement against her. She could feel the smirk on his face as he continued his assault on her entrance before dragging his tongue to her clit. Sharp claws dug into the sensitive skin above her hip bones just enough to hold her still but hard enough to warn her that it would hurt if she tried to move again.

Her eyes met his as he latched his mouth onto the bundle of nerves. The golden irises glowing like a wolf’s as it devoured its prey. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep the tortured noises in her throat. She knew these walls were thin, and she didn’t exactly want the entire inn to know what they were doing in here. Even if it wasn’t uncommon to hear the moans and bedsprings of one night stands echoing throughout the halls.

But that wasn’t acceptable to the jasper Goyl who would happily die between her thighs. He had thought for so long that a soldier’s death on the battlefield was the only way he would desire to leave this world, but right here, right now… she could suffocate him with her thighs, and he would thank her for it. The smell and taste of her sent his senses to a state of euphoria, and all he needed was to hear the desperate noises she was trying so hard to keep from him. He yearned to bury himself deep within her and take whatever she was willing to give him, but first, he would make sure she was good and ready.

Her gasp turned into a wanton moan as he dug his claws slightly deeper into her skin. The burn of them and the unyielding motion of his tongue on her clit was hall it took to send her over the edge. The noise that ripped through her sounded like akin to a wounded animal as it echoed around them. He growled against her already overly-stimulated clit.

“Please… fuck. Hentzau, please.” She grabbed the back of his neck and tried to pull her away from her.

He moved over her. His arms caged her in under him as he licked her juices from his lips.

“‘Please,’ what?” he smirked.

“I need you. I need you in me,” she whined. “Please.”

She felt more than heard the groan in his chest before he pulled away to undo the leather belt. Propping up on her elbows, she watched as he kicked his boots aside shoved his pants ungracefully down, his cock springing free of its cloth prison. Licking her lips, she reached a hand out to stroke him, but he caught her by the wrist before she could make contact.

“Next time, I’ll let you touch me however you wish,” he said, his voice gravelly and accent thicker than she’d ever heard it. “But you told me to make you mine, and that’s what I’m going to do tonight.”

As he loomed over her, she thought how she should be scared that the man known as the king’s jasper bloodhound had her at his mercy, but damn it, all she could think was how fucking gorgeous he was and how loud her heart was in her chest. How could he be so composed when she felt like she was about to come out of her body if he didn’t have his hands on her immediately.

He nodded toward the top of the still made bed where the pillows rested, and she scrambled backward to get where he wanted her.

He smiled. “Such a good girl. You take orders well for your commander. That’s good to know.”

Her face warmed at the praise, but she’d do anything to be his good girl forever.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded as he climbed onto the bed with her.

Kneeling between her parted thighs, he leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moan as his erection rubbed against her entrance. He broke the kiss to bite down on her shoulder as he pushed into her. The strangled gasp from his lover all but driving him forward deeper into her until he was completely sheathed inside.

Heavy breathing and the timpani drum beating of their hearts were the only sounds that filled the room around them as he gave her time to adjust to the size of him. She was as warm and as tight as he had imagined those nights in his tent where he only had his fist for company. The nights where he had bitten his bottom lip until it bled to keep her name from the ears of the other soldiers.

She needed him to move. She needed to feel the drag of his cock along her inner walls. She needed him to fuck her so hard into this mattress that there would be no mistaking the sound the headboard slamming into the walls for anything other than what it was.

His hoarse growl echoed in her ear as she squeezed around him. His hips jerked backward only to slam back into her. There would be times for gentle love making later, but tonight he would mark her in any way he could. She would feel him for days as she walked to the market or sat down to work on gowns at the shop. She would feel the ghosts of his hands on her breasts and thighs and see the claw marks left on her sensitive skin.

She was his. Not just some distraction from the chaos that followed him everywhere he went. Not just a friend who he could destroy at chess. Not just some human girl who had found him wounded like some animal in a trap. She was his.

She chanted his name like a prayer as she tightened her arms around him. His hand snuck between them to rub at her clit as his pace began to become more and more erratic as he chased his approaching high.  

She came first, squeezing around him, back arching off the bed to meet his thrusts. He followed right after with a low groan into her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. He didn’t know how he could leave her tonight. Not when he knew what tomorrow held. Not when he didn’t know how long he would be gone. But he would be back, and he didn’t have to leave until morning. He’d ride out with the dawn, but tonight, she was his. And he was hers… for however long she was willing to have him.

#reckless series #hentzau #goyl #hentzau and his human #I don't usually write smut...but I tried! #I am half asleep and just praying there is nothing too goofy in this #not edited #Valentine writes BS #yeah I skipped X #I'll get back to it later lol

[peculiarte]

#taylor momsen #the pretty reckless #gossip girl #jenny humphrey #high fashion #vogue #nyc #tv series #drama queen

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Shy Hanguang-jun 🖤

So I love the idea of Hanguang-jun, touching his lips unconsciously, his ears blushing red, lengthening his elegant neck as he turns his head to slow blink at his one true love, the Yiling LaoZu, when the man tells Lan WangJi that his hair looks nice today.

#lan wangji #hanguang jun #mdzs fanart #digital artwork #cql fanart #I fucking adore sloppy-in-love hanguang-jun #just… him reacting to WWX’s reckless flirting #WWX SIR #don’t you realize you are taking your life in your hands #this man has eyes for only one human #hanguang-jun fluttering the eyelashes on those eyes #DED #my art #queer artist #reworked this from my HGJ pride series