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mtg-cards-hourly · 2 years
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Forge Devil
A bit of pain never hurts.
Artist: Austin Hsu TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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toaarcan · 1 month
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Mercy meets her father, Sartael, for the first time.
Both of them were incredibly nervous. Fortunately, things worked out.
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astralbondpro · 2 months
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Papa Emeritus IV and The Hellacopters // Sympathy For the Devil (The Rolling Stones Cover)
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mdemorita · 3 months
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today, but in 2021, Papa Emeritus IV appeared on the swedish program “På spåret” along with “The Hellacopters”, making a cover of the song “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones. This was the first time Copia had shown us his red jacket, which he would later wear in the last Imperatour of 2023
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ziggyplayedguitar96 · 2 months
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Quinn wasn’t even asked to forge Jack’s signature, he just offered
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can-of-pringles · 6 months
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Honestly props to Tobias Forge for figuring out how to somehow combine all of his interests into one successful thing
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xinyuehui · 1 year
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/ᐠ ◕ ‸ ◕ฺ ᐟ\ Poor little meow meow and his little meow meow (=◉ᆺ◉=)
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stressghoul · 8 months
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my biggest flex? oh nothing much but I did put these on my phone last night so
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4amdeity · 26 days
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… stuff from my sketchbook Pt. 1
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hehe I was so clever with this
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snuf,,,,
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abs0luteb4stard · 5 days
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burningchapel · 2 years
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oh you like ghost? well there's a quiz with 69 results telling you which ghost song are you so do with that what you will
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copiass · 2 years
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no because i can’t stop thinking about his eyes in this video
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toaarcan · 6 months
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Mercy's father is an influence of questionable quality.
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cardis-tricycle · 2 years
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"I'm a man of wealth and taste"
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mel-0n-earth · 3 months
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BG3 February Writing Challenge: Day 6
Day 6 (SFW): Teaching each other how to do something.
Original prompt list
[This is a little continuation of Tav and Dammon's story from my series The Hellion's Heart. However, apart from the last few paragraphs after the page break, it can be read entirely as a standalone. Please note that while the original series leaves Tav's race open-ended, this little drabble assumes a non-tiefling Tav.]
Tav frowned down at the scrap of paper in their hand. They’d been helping Dammon organize his papers in preparation for the upcoming tax season. The bulk of it had been dull work—organizing receipts by date, sorting through old jottings to see whether any of them contained pertinent information about business expenses, or if they simply needed to be thrown out. This particular note, however, was quite indecipherable.
“Hey Dammon?”
“Yeah?” his voice echoed faintly from the other room, where he was busy taking stock inventory.
“I can’t read your handwriting on this one. Can you take a look?”
“Sure, one moment.” She heard a gentle clattering sound as he dropped whatever he’d been working on, followed by the thump of bootsteps over the floorboards and the spicy musk of his breath as he leaned over her shoulder.
“Oh,” he breathed, plucking the note from her hand. “No wonder you couldn’t read it. It’s in infernal.”
“Really? I didn’t know you wrote infernal.”
His eyes darted over his own handwriting. “Sure. A lot of tieflings use it for privacy. Zevlor recommended we use it when we were in the Grove. Got quite a bit of practice from that. I still use it sometimes, so I won’t forget. This one’s just a shopping list, so we can toss it.”
Tav peered down at the note, wondering at the strangely beautiful script. “Is it hard to learn? The writing system, I mean?”
He shrugged. “I don’t think so. Though I suppose it comes naturally to tieflings. Still, it’s not all that hard. I could teach you, if you’d like.”
Tav took a moment to study the lettering. “You know what, why not. It could be fun.”
Dammon’s face lit up with a warm smile that made Tav’s chest warm. “Alright then. Tonight, when I’m done with work, I’ll teach you.”
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As it turned out, learning infernal did not come easily to non-tieflings. Patient a teacher as Dammon was, Tav struggled to discern the jagged letters from one another, eyes swimming with what she perceived to be nothing but chicken scratch.
Still, she was determined to learn, so Dammon left them to practice with a handwritten copy of the alphabet, which Tav carefully copied every evening before bed. As difficult as Infernal was, Dammon had mentioned not wanting to forget how to use it, so it must’ve been important to him. If that was the case, then Tav wanted to be able to share it with him.
About a week after their first lesson, Tav had an idea, one they spent an entire evening bringing into fruition, hands shaking with nerves as they worked at Dammon’s tiny kitchen table. They were just placing the finishing touches when he came in from the forge, brow sheened with the sweat of a day’s labor.
“How’s the writing going?” he asked, now well-used to her daily routine of script practice.
Tav swallowed down her nerves, then rose quickly from her chair, thrusting the sheet of parchment out towards him. “See for yourself.”
Dammon gave her a curious look, then crossed the room to read what she’d written. It wasn’t unusual for her to ask that he check her work, but he must have noticed how nervous she was.
He read for what felt like a long time, parchment crinkling where his fingers gripped the edge. At first, Tav thought their penmanship might just be messy, or that the letters were too smudged to read from her erasing her work too many times. But apparently, that wasn’t the problem at all.
“Is it…supposed to say something?” Dammon asked.
Tav shifted uncomfortably. “Um…yeah. Did I make a mistake?”
“You must have. I mean, this is gibberish. Unless this is another language. ‘Ilpvey’…”
Tav snatched the paper from his hand. “What? No, that’s not right at all! This is supposed to be an ‘O.’ Wait a second, I’ll fix it.” She hurried back to the table, crossing out the wrong letters and re-writing them. “Gods, I was only a line off,” she muttered to herself before shoving the note back into Dammon’s hands, praying he wouldn’t notice the hot flush rising up her neck. “Here, now read it.”
Dammon gave her a questioning look, then peered down at the corrected note. At first, his expression remained one of confusion. Then, something appeared to click, and a sweet smile pressed its way into the corner of his mouth. Still, he didn’t say anything, merely stared down at the message without a word, which only made Tav more nervous.
“Umm, does it make sense now? If not, I can try again…”
No response. He was still looking down at the note.
“Dammon?”
Finally, he looked up, eyes shining electric blue in the dark. For a moment, he merely stared at her with a strange expression, as if he were trying to determine whether she was real. Then, just as Tav was considering fleeing the room in shame, she was being pulled against him, note still clutched in his hand as his arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace.
“It does make sense, sweetheart,” he hummed against her neck. “I love you too.”
Tav smiled against his shirt, eyes falling shut with relief. It was the first time either of them had said it.
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In the eventful days that followed, Tav forgot about the note entirely. After tax season came final preparations to take on the Elder Brain. Then, the battle itself was followed by a period of necessary healing, in which Tav spent weeks in bedrest. All the while, Dammon remained at her side, both of them grateful that the other had made it out of the entire ordeal alive.  
She hadn’t even known Dammon bothered to keep the note until many years later, when she came across it by chance while flipping through some old books of theirs. At first, she was confused as to why he’d folded the note inside a copy of an erotic play—The Pleasurable Deal. It wasn’t until she read the opening lines that any of it made any sense to her.
For now the game did start. He’d said that, she recalled, that first time they’d met at the Carress. At the time, she hadn’t known what he was talking about. But now, it made sense, perhaps more than he could possibly have realized at the time. Just like the protagonist, they’d both gotten far more than they’d bargained for with that deal.
She smiled as she read the words she’d written so long ago—I love you.
If that first night was how the game started, then this was how it ended.
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csphire · 5 months
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Dammon's basement
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Bonus his landlord's basement too! (Just blast the wall)
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