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#;the stagehand
votaryoftheseven · 1 year
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A letter, penned in beautiful script, sent to a witch of the woods. @birchmender
My dearest Roslyn,
I hope that this day finds you well. I write to you now for I have no one else to write to that would read my words and understand them as you would.
There comes a time in every man's life where one must check his conscience, to review the sins of his past and see how he would like to set himself up for the future. Turning points are beautiful, even if they bring one through the valley of death.
In this same vein, I believe I will get for myself a cat! I was enamoured the other day in seeing such cute mustelids, desiring an animal familiar for myself. However, in my current housing situation, it would be difficult to care for much else other than a small creature. I am drawn to cats, though I wonder what you think would fit me? So long as it can fit upon my shoulder, I believe it would do me well.
While I do think of how to care for a new animal, I am putting thought towards a place I can call my own, for the mantid, while they enjoy the things I bring them and the services I offer, are not kind to my presence, and I am not fond of their religiosity. The idea has come to me that I may become a smith's assistant, so I may learn a proud craft and make gold of my own!
I spoke with my brother the other day, and we did not come to a proper accord. It seems he wants little to do with me, but seems to value me highly enough to take on a project of his which is near and dear to his heart, and one I am wary yet Proud to take on. I wish I could have spoke with him more, though I do not see him as receptive to the idea. I did want to update you and say that I did indeed try to reach out, for he is family, and I love him dearly.
I did appreciate your coming over and spending time with me, of seeing me through my own mire of thoughts, so I sought to make you something worthy of your own countenance. While I was not able to make it of my own two hands as I had hoped to do, I did have a lovely Klaxxi smith assist in bringing my vision to life.
Your Stagehand,
Upton O. Goode
Enclosed was a small pouch made of green-tinged insectoid wings, and within the small pouch was a pendant of bronze and amber, life energy strong within.
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jaqratte · 2 months
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I love how everyone including me is collectively upset at Stagehand's permanent color change
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empiireans · 5 months
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new hyperfixation unlocked, [in]conveniently as i experience my seasonal artblock
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bashzzey · 3 months
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Stagehand had enough of being shortest in theatre troupe 😎 Ship alert under cut!
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impressing tall boyfriend challenge [FAILED]
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Oh wait, not failed >:]c Perfect size to cradle carry short boyfriend.. ❤
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felsicveins · 3 months
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the more obsessed a man (john dory) is with women/seemingly straight (the song titles) the funnier it is when they are attracted to men
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After that he wrote all the songs about men and then changed the pronouns!
Bonus:
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lynxmisnomer · 3 months
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Days of Fortune
Based on this image
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excymothoa · 2 months
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gaylight-prairie · 2 months
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The spirit from my first season has suddenly changed their appearance
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favorite-lie · 1 year
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THEY'RE SO MAD
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mocharay-cookie · 4 months
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WHY ARE THEY SO SIMILAR????(well, almost similar)
(I'm alive)
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votaryoftheseven · 1 year
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Given such harrowing news to being uplifted by an angel only half a day later made Upton's own heart soar. He never expected Rosey to come seek him out, let alone treat him with such kindness, such generosity.
Such kharis as he remembers his brother putting it.
Even if he wasn't a person, even if he wasn't fully separate from Hierei, he could at least... pretend. Pretend he was someone else. Pretend he was meant to be, meant to live, meant to do good and help others and prosper.
With Rosey's eye on some amber, he had an idea. She hadn't wanted to keep any for herself, and Upton wasn't an artist exactly, but he knew what he wanted to do, and Pride back in his wing, he would do it.
Flying around the immense kypari, Upton looked for the most perfect piece of amber. Aged, old, shaped nicely... It was hard, most of the tree picked clean by mantid harvesters trying to find food or materials for weaponry and tools. However, after some time inspecting the layered, mossy patches of bark unmarred by sha... he found what he was looking for.
The smallest glint in his bright silver eyes. Such a small droplet of amber, shaped as a tear, hardened as it seeped from such a small crack in the bark. Upton plucked it, wiggling his ears with delight before swooping down, finding a nice place in a nearby mire.
The bleeding heart plants in the Dread Wastes were known for their beauty by the few authors who got to see them. Huge, bright, and lovely, Upton decided that even if he didn't include the flower, the stems would make for something sentimental to hold the amber piece in place.
Yet as he reached up to cut one of the long stems carrying the blooms, as soon as his hand came to contact with the sap, he blistered. A deep purplish rash immediately came across his fingers, his hand only saved by wearing gloves - however fingerless.
He quickly stopped, dropping his knife to the ground, looking over his fingers and not quite understanding the damage that had been done. Was it an allergic reaction? Could he even be allergic to things? He'd never been allergic to things before, not really, and any damage he took was always quickly mitigated... Why did it hurt so much?
Slowly, he brought sha to his fingertips. So easily, so naturally it came, and with it, soothing cooling. A numbness. The sha didn't hurt him- it never had. And it eased the pain and the swelling and the itching immediately.
As he willed the sha away... the blisters remained. It didn't hurt nearly as bad, and a bit of the itching persisted... but it was better. Much better. He furrowed his brow at the plant, and decided that maybe he wasn't quite cut out for artistry after all, and maybe, just maybe, getting something commissioned by a professional might be just as romantic and sweet as making something yourself.
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jaqratte · 5 months
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doodles of my loves
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empiireans · 29 days
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friends, romans, countrymen, lends me your eyes as i present this crappy rendition of the forever weed brownie
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ty and have a blessed april fools day
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[og comic]
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bashzzey · 3 months
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They look so similar to each other with mask designs and their body type tbh
It could be nice if they were in fact brothers :]c
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partylesshat · 18 days
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"I love wearing sunglasses. Once you wear them, nobody can tell what you're staring at."
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ludodraws · 6 months
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hi guys. yaoi be upon thee
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