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multistoty · 1 year

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promo for @demolitionsman

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“I mean.... expert.”

#this is a gift for you #there was another gif that wouldn't fit #i hope you like it #demolitionsman #** wide eyed killer in the family demolitionsman #wylan van eck #wylan van eck rp #open shadow and bone rp #open shadow and bone starter #indie shadow and bone rp #shadow and bone rp #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone #six of crows rp #six of crows

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thewizardtower · 1 year

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This Gift Illuminated: Prologue

Thanks to a wonderful anonymous message on my main, I’ve decided to post the prologue to the original fantasy novel I am writing. The synopsis is within that linked post, too.

Here you go:

THERE WAS A letter on his desk.

It was a bit strange, he admitted, to not only have mail immediately upon move-in day, but to also receive an envelope of such quality parchment. It was deep red with gold filigree trim - eye-catching and reeking of decadence. Wasn't such fine cardstock usually reserved for nobility? Certainly not for Farin. Certainly not for a novice mage of barely eighteen on his very first day at the academy.

His new room smelled musty, and there were several dust-caked crates of documents and old books. It looked like someone had dragged a bed into something that was, up until this morning, used as a storage room. He expected it; Farin was the first new Gifted to be assigned an apprenticeship in the past decade. The envelope on his desk seemed new, however, as it hadn't acquired dust yet, which piqued his curiosity even more.

He unceremoniously dropped his bags containing his meager belongings to the floor. Lit the lantern on his new desk (with a match, for now; fire spells would come later, Magus Bertram promised), sat down on the chair after brushing off what must have been an inch of dust, and examined the letter.

In a looping script from a practiced hand, it was addressed only to The Gifted of the Royal Meyran Academy of Arcane Arts.

There was no return address.

Furrowing his brow, Farin turned the envelope over. A golden wax seal of a stag with its hooves in the air, superimposed over a stylized letter V, winked at him in the warm lamplight. It wasn't addressed to him exactly, but he was now technically a Gifted. And he was, also technically, a mage at the Royal Meyran Academy of Arcane Arts. And it was - again, technically - delivered to his desk to his quarters despite him only just arriving.

Without a moment more to overthink, Farin popped the wax seal and opened the envelope. There was a letter inside (as most envelopes have, of course) written on more high-quality cardstock.

To the Gifted of Meyra, it read.

I once again am humbly asking for your correspondence on the matters of which I've previously written. As I've yet to receive any response, I am assuming my letters have been lost in some terrible mail courrier incident. All fifty-two of them. This is letter number fifty-three, which I truly, desperately, hope finds you well.

My name is Elias Valbrecht and I am in my third year of studies at the Rimean University of Artifacts Historical.

Farin gasped. This letter came all the way from Rime? He knew precious little of the nation to the north of Meyra. It was cold. Elves lived there (calling them "frost giants" was offensive, his mother once said). They did not have magic. Having spent the majority of his life in a small village, raised in an even smaller house, he came up blank on any other details.

As stated in my previous letters, I am requesting any aid of information that the illustrious Gifted of the Royal Meyran Academy of Arcane Arts can provide. As you no doubt know, the people of Rime have lost any and all access to the arcane decades ago. As I look forward to my final years at the University, I am respectfully requesting correspondence with an appointed mage to further my understanding of arcana. There are no mages in Rime with which to speak in order for me to complete my thesis.

I may only be a student, but I believe the phenomenon that caused the elves to lose their magic can - and will - happen to the human nations, in time. I am looking to stop that. The world needs magic. I am desperate to keep it here. Please write back to me with utmost haste, as I believe the future of our nations can still be salvaged through mutual study.

Yours, Elias Valbrecht Third Year Student at the Rimean University of Artifacts Historical

Farin read the letter again, and then again after that. There was certainly a lot to unpack, yet he could think of only one course of action.

As there, at the very bottom in more neat, looping handwriting, was a return address.

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Elias had his fifty-fourth letter balanced on top of a pile of three thick textbooks as he pushed open the door of the campus mailroom.

"Another one?" asked the woman behind the counter - an elf with curly brown hair and a sarcastic grin. Every single week she asked him the same thing. Did she get enjoyment out of this?

"You know I do." Elias glanced down at the letter perched below his chin, affecting an air of nonchalance, as he shuffled over to the counter. "Same as every week, I'm afraid."

For fifty-three weeks in a row, Elias Valbrecht had sent a letter. Fifty-three unanswered letters, soon to be fifty-four, piled atop his ego like tick marks on the wall of a prisoner's cell.

"Well, hey, at least I have some actual mail for you today, in exchange," she said, holding out an envelope. Oh, wonderful. Probably another letter from his father. Or, gods forfend, jury duty.

The red stamp signifying international mail should have been his first clue that the letter was not, in fact, jury duty. His second clue, somewhat belatedly, was the raised seal of the Royal Meyran Academy of Arcane Arts pressed into a corner.

What-

His arms gave out as three very heavy textbooks - along with his fifty-fourth letter - crashed down onto his foot.

He'd scrambled back to his dormitory in a frantic haze (as fast as his now throbbing foot would allow) and slammed the door. Locked it with a click. He'd skipped class for this. What did classes even matter when finally - finally - he received a letter. The poor postal worker probably didn't deserve his yelp of pain (and then his yelp of unrestrained enthusiasm) but, honestly, what did it even matter now when this - his answered prayers in paper form - was now within his, admittedly sweaty, grasp?

The outside of the envelope was fairly simple, made of basic white cardstock with a plain silver border. In handwriting that gently sloped to the right, it was addressed to him.

Not to the University. Not to the Department Chair of Archaeology. But to him.

He turned the envelope over and gasped; it had a return address from a Meyran mage:

Magus Farin Savona Royal Meyran Academy of Arcane Arts Capitol District Meyra

"Thank you, Magus Farin," he said reverently. "Whomever you may be." He traced his long, shaking fingers over the silvery-blue wax that sealed the letter. No coat of arms. No flair. Now that was curious. Elias would think on that later.

Without further hesitation, he peeled up the hardened wax and carefully removed the letter within.

In that same gently sloping handwriting, he read:

Dear Elias,

Hello. I don't know who you are, but I am sorry your previous letters were thus-far unanswered. Before writing this one, I made sure to look into their disappearance. Unfortunately, I found my predecessors did not quite know how to respond to your request(s), and thus determined a response as unimportant, seeing as you were only a student.

Elias groaned, threading a hand into his hair and yanking, knocking his glasses askew. Of course, of course they deemed him frivolous. No one in Rime studied magic, and it seemed no one in Meyra would teach him anything about it. He read on.

However, I believe here is where we may find common ground. I, too, am a student. My name is Farin and I am eighteen years old and I am starting my apprenticeship this week to become a mage. Your letter found its way to my desk by chance, let's say, as I imagine I'm not the mage you had in mind.

He blinked. Well. This was certainly not the type of person he envisioned answering his letters. At age twenty, Elias didn't expect to hear from a mage who was actually younger than himself. Though it did explain the earnest wording and juvenile - yet honest - prose.

I find your request a curious one, yet one I share in passion, as well. I shall endeavor to be as much help as I can from here. You may feel free to write to me at the return address I've written on the envelope, and I shall answer any questions you may have.

Perhaps we can teach each other in our respective areas of study? What are you studying at your university, and do you enjoy it? I very much look forward to exchanging letters with you, if you so choose.

Your new friend (if you like), Magus (Apprentice) Farin Savona

Elias held the letter to his chest (gently as not to crumple it). A mage - a real, actual mage - had written him back after a year of sending letters. A mage apprentice, he reminded himself, but still. This Farin fellow was someone close to his own age, too. He'd signed it in friendship, extending a metaphorical hand across both paper and national borders.

Perhaps I may indeed make a new friend, he thought with delight. Elias didn't have very many of those. He tried not to get ahead of himself. For now, he picked up his quill and some blank parchment and began to write.

#Thank you again to that amazing anon #this is a gift for you #This Gift Illuminated #writing

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mumblesplash · 1 year

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like it's MY fault my love language is acts of service and all i know how to do is kill

#physical touch? kill with bare hands #gifts? weapons #words of affirmation? 'wow you killed those guys so fast'#quality time? 'wow you're killing these guys so slowly'#mumbling

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greykolla-art · 3 months

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Unstoppable villain, meet immovable agent of friendship!

I was wondering in what circumstances Charlie would just OFFER her soul to Al.

And he would short circuit as all his manipulation plans become unnecessary.

Cause Charlie cares about her friends and if they need help she won’t hesitate.

#grey art #fan art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel comic #charlie morningstar #Alastor #hazbin alastor #the radio demon #he is so pathetic I don’t think he realises that #buddy you know what shows true strength???#being vulnerable #you are emotionally weaker than a puppy!#I love him so dearly #also Charlie!#she cares and that’s not naïveté #she’s so strong and brave !#if Alastor abuses her gift in this scenario then he’s a worm #god this show is good

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bugeyedfreaks · 10 months

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#powerpuff girls #ppg #blossom #bubbles #buttercup #girls when #I bring you all the gift of a cursed shitpost #my favorite thing is how fuzzy’s eyes came out cihshdowhjxje #u know he ded

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captain-mozzarella · 1 month

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I headcanon that all of Yoda's finest teacups were made by younglings

In fact most masters of the order's finest teacups were made during crèche crafting time when the kids were learning pottery.

#what im saying is that if one jedi is mad at another #they will serve tea in a normal store bought boring looking teacup and not the wonky colourful child made ones #like they can feel the joy an creativity flow from the cups in the force amd it just makes tea time just so much better #so receiving tea in a store bought cup feels more lifeless (unless its a gift from a friend outside the temple or sth idk)#you know youve made it as a jedi when a youngling gifts you a teacup #yoda has multiple of those vitrine shelves to showcase his gigantic collection #Star Wars #obi wan kenobi #mace windu #shaak ti #plo koon #yoda #jedi council

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nenayaquisieras · 3 months

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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #medium!reader #Joseph really liked his toy airplane #Honestly this was her way of giving his nephew toys without her bring up that she sees dead people #she can't be like “Ghost let me gift Joseph something”#he would be like “How the fawk you know who that is??”#sorry for errors its so late #but yea ill have more soon #I just cant figure out how to traumatize Gaz and Soap #Only Ghost and Price #love to see the old men suffer #ghost simon riley #ghost x reader

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ibtisams · 5 months

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My beautiful and kind friend @troopingfairy has drawn this lovely Snoopy wearing a keffiyeh for me!!!!! Look at him!!! 🤍🇵🇸

#Snoopy has and will always say Free Palestine 🇵🇸#Marion thank you!!! This was such a nice surprise and gift #palestine #snoopy #<3 #🦢

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onebug · 5 months

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mizgnomer · 6 months

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The Tenth and Fourteenth Doctors with the wonderful Donna Noble too

Parallel portraits

#doctor who #david tennant #catherine tate #some of these will go bigger if you click them #I'm loving the symmatry #and definitely loving this dynamic duo back again #stuff i posted #rtdedit #tenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #ten again #parallels #I love all of the new photos we're getting too #these specials are the gift that keeps on giving

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ruhlare · 6 months

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it's so attractive when you can be weak and vulnerable with someone without being afraid of getting hurt

#the safety they give you is a precious gift #my writing #letters

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the-nefarious-vampire · 6 months

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"you only say you're autistic because you want to feel special and different" actually finding out i was autistic made me feel significantly less special and different. before i was autistic i was Strange and Unpredictable in some sort of Unknowable way which Surely meant i was Predestined for Greatness (like storybook character). now im just some fuckin autistic guy like any other. i significantly prefer it this way btw

#this isnt about being a gifted kid btw this is about being different from everyone else #seeing that all the famous people you look up to were Also described as being different from everyone else #and going “ahah! i must be a main character of some sort! i cannot wait for my fascinating tale to unfold!”#“perhaps i will be the first contact which alien life makes with earth! perhaps i am secretly a shapeshifting cat!”#only to grow up & find out what autism is & go “oh im actually just like millions of other people who are not famous at all. yay!”#autism #autistic #actually autistic

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achieve-the-sun · 5 months

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Morning Octotrio

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twinstxrs · 4 months

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brennan reintroducing the bad kids with genuine titles they hold in canon like “archdevil” “captain of the owlbears” & “risen saint” but adding “holder of the tin flower” to gorgug’s intro because of how gorgug offering his tin flower to fabian, even after they fought, so effectively represents the type of person gorgug is (a kind one).

#what if i died #gorgug thistlespring #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #if u think about it this is a win for the thistlecaster agenda (i’m delusional)#fellas is it gay if offering a tin flower to my bro which he later got put on the ax holster he gifted me is a core tenet of my character?#(no)#idk if tenet is the right word there but whatever it’s 5 a.m. idc at this point #but anyways. zac oyama characters you are often so kind & i love that about you.

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shyranno · 1 month

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"Some day this quest shall cease; Some day, for aye, This heart shall rest in peace."

#star wars #darth maul #maul #tcw #sw prequels #fan art #this is a gift for CrimsonZabrak on Twitter!!!#A reminder to all to please be gentle on yourself and to rest if you need to

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canisalbus · 7 months

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#look what the cat dragged in #strong contender for the tiniest scantiest measliest Machete #I think it's terribly cute that he's the size of a cricket but you still went through the trouble #of including his dark circles and the inner ear details #putting him in a box of tic tacs for safekeeping #thank you!#gift art #peteytheparrot #own characters #Machete

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