[charlottesjal]

guys the movie they announced two years ago is never coming out but down worry im here now

[charlottesjal]

need to give up on attempting to convince people to like what i like but listen its so good. grendel is just that mixture of old curmudgeon, angsty teen, and strangely childish that is so addicting to me Its the kind of book that makes you want to simultaneously live forever and jump of a bridge and die and the end. read it....................ughhh guhugh read it so can stop being so out of touch with everyone

[charlottesjal]

guys the movie they announced two years ago is never coming out but down worry im here now

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

wrote a short post outlining guides for the creation of chiral fiction and artworks; archetypes and themes to use

[thefaiao]

More blue women

[xy7aw]

Strike one!

[xy7aw]

[gomosmorodina]

there's something about harry in his underwear...

[sailatina3]

[70sscifiart]

On The Art and Life of Jeffrey Catherine Jones

The day after Thanksgiving, 1977, I arrived at the Statler Hilton (today it’s the Hotel Pennsylvania) early in the morning for the Creation Comic Book Convention. When the doors opened at 11 am, I …

[hjinnnkuo]

leech

[trrrkrrrmssss]

[64mpg]

finishing something you worked really hard for feels like nothing

[charlottesjal]

request for frankenstein's creature reading

[thatswhyimtrimandlean]

[90sfantasyanimestuff]

source

[lycowarrior]

Prodigy

“Lady's Temple was built in the shape of a four-pointed star, each chamber opening into radiating corridors. We passed through arches by arches into the lesser halls, where students and servants lived, in the courtyard lay a parterre forever wet with dew.

I wish I could say Karsus left a unique impression upon me, but he did not. The empire held many gifted youth: arrogant, restless, pretending to be socially awkward, He lived alone in the tower above and rarely came down to join the others.

When the yellow god cast his afternoon glory through the windows, The young arcanist was working on some unnamed spell — perhaps one that would never bear a name at all. Karsus gestured his hand as he spoke the incantation, his voice carrying a weight that was not presented in his usual demeanor. With a slight click, arcane energy surged through the chamber. In the depth of an opened phase door, image of the distant valley shimmered. a bloom of fire rose into the sky, muffled sound of explosion rolled down the hill.

The audience erupted into applause. Many had come for no reason other than to witness the prodigy; in an empire three thousand years old, boredom and curiosity were common among people. The young wizard folded his hands with satisfaction, savoring the trembling aftershock within the Weave while burning debris still tumbled from the distant hillside.

Karsus would almost certainly become an Archwizard. A chill passed through me. I felt something unseen swelling— over the walls and columns, over the temple roofs, reaching toward heights perhaps even the floating cities of Netheril could not touch. Beneath that tranquil afternoon, what I felt most deeply was dread.”

* I wrote this thing, but they’re translated

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