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You know what fantasy writing needs? Working class wizards.
- A crew of enchanters maintaining the perpetual flames that run the turbines that generate electricity, covered in ash and grime and stinking of hot chilies and rare mushrooms used for the enchantments
- A wizard specializing in construction, casting feather fall on every worker, and enchanting every hammer to drive nails in straight, animating the living clay that makes up the core of the crane
- An elderly wizard and her apprentice who transmute fragile broken objects. From furniture, to rotten wood beams, to delicate jewelry
- A battle magician, trained with only a few rudimentary spells to solve a shortage of trained wizards on the front who uses his healing spells to help folks around town
- Wizarding shops where cheery little mages enchant wooden blocks to be hammered into the sides of homes. Hammer this into the attic and it will scare off termites, toss this in the fire and clean your chimney, throw this in the air and all dust in the room gets sucked up
- Wizard loggers who transmute cut trees into solid, square beams, reducing waste, and casting spells to speed up regrowth. The forest, they know, will not be too harsh on them if the lost tree’s children may grow in its place
- Wizard farmers who grow their crops in arcane sigils to increase yield, or produce healthier fruit
- Factory wizards who control a dozen little constructs that keep machines cleaned and operational, who cast armor to protect the hands of workers, and who, when the factory strikes for better wages, freeze the machines in place to ensure their bosses can’t bring anyone new in.
Anyway, think about it.
- Construction wizards to turn back time to root out wood worm and strengthen old buildings.
- A wizard tailors who transmutes cloth into fully made clothes without seems and leaving behind no scraps
- A wizard who works in public transit, timing out teleports with detailed schedules, time magic, and enchanted communications, sending dozens of people to far away cities for a day or work or leisure
- A team of wizard gardeners tend to trees grown far outside their native range, and ideal climate, encircled with runes and fed potions to grow none the less
- A wizard sits in their office in the aqueduct, re-casting the spells that allow its precious water to flow to the city uphill
- A wizard fisher casts water repelling spells on the sailors and the stairs, keeps the hoist on the anchor from rusting, casts balls of heat that keep everyone warm below decks. Their real job is to herd fish together so they can be caught in single huge nets, and keep them cold as the boat returns to land.
There are so many possibilities outside of “stodgy academic who wears ugly robes” and “Very good holy man who helps everyone and the fact they’ve never had a job is never brought up” and “evil wizard toiling away on great evils in his evil tower in the evil country.”
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- Wizards who come out and ward your home for you, like the magical equivalent of a home security system.
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Tolkientober day 13 : history
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‘It is is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.’
The Secret History | Donna Tartt
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“Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide.”
— Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted (via the-book-diaries)
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His words smelled
of cardamom melded
within an alluring aroma
of a smoldering fire;
his Tuscan voice blew softly
along her cobblestones
sweeping through
the wooden buttons
of her silk blouse,
evoking a profound
and fragrant ache,
the kind she had never
tasted in her lifetime,
but, oh, how familiar
its pungency
arousing a sting of urgency
upon her tongue.
At night he wandered
in the depths of her lilac fields,
calling her breath to his,
their souls a silhouette
beneath the parchment
of a full moon.
Had they carved their vows
in sacred text before
the advent of speech?
How he read the intensity
of her silence,
translating all her secrets,
even those kept
hidden from herself.
🌊
winds of prophecy //
©️Rhapsodyinblue45
1.11.19
Image: Kelsey Knobel
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PROLOGUE. they were friends - best friends more than friends but not in “that way” soulmates? for sure but no romantic strings attached they closer than words could begin to describe and yet, together they tell the most beautiful story.
S. picture eyes bluer than the sky and an ambition that extends past the stars the only thing bigger than his voice is his heart.
M. he glows brighter than the eiffel tower at night (and is far more beautiful) he is full of passion and promise; a powerhouse to say the least.
CHAPTER ONE. their story began over a decade ago when they were young, naïve a little insecure but knowing they had security in one another.
CHAPTER TWO. life happens in ways that no one could have imagined unpredictable, unprecedented and it’s terrifying knowing that as quickly as all of this came to be it could be gone in an instant but when he looks and sees him standing there he’s never felt safer.
CHAPTER THREE. seasons change as years go on people come and go lives are given and taken hearts broken and mended dreams come true, then someone wakes up but through everything inconsistent and unsteady the two of them always remain.
CHAPTER FOUR. they’re older now, wiser time has made them stronger, braver it has worn them thin, made them tough (but never towards each other) and even though they can still be a bit insecure, still a little afraid but all through life’s turbulence they are always just one plane seat away from each other.
“you are homesick together and together you always feel at home” (cc, 2018)
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this boy he would steal the moon out of the night sky if you told him that you were afraid of the dark he would give you the sun if he knew you couldn’t get warm he would fight every monster in this godforsaken universe until the last star in the galaxy died just to keep you safe this boy he would kill for you he would die for you he would live for you there isn’t a damn thing he wouldn’t do for you and god knows you would do it all for him as well why? the answer is simple: love.
you don’t have to be in love to have an epic love story after all, what is stronger than the undeniable and unbeatable love between two brothers?
happy sciles day! (cc, 2018)
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House MD Imagine: Birthdays
Imagine: Birthdays Word Count: 858 Fandom: House MD Pairing: House x Reader Rating: Teen Gif: Not Mine Requested: Prompt: House has a favourite cake he hasn’t had since his childhood. Reader tries to replicate it.
The sound of laughter greets you as you make your way into your home. You’d expected everyone to have left by now, seeing as it was past ten on a weeknight, but the party was still going on. You hang your coat on the coat rack and place your weapon and shield in the safe and lock the metal box before making your way in the direction of the noise. You’re not surprised to see Wilson and Chase as well as their respective partners, though you hadn’t expected Thirteen and her partner. They’re apparently debating between DC comics and Marvel and which superhero is the best, no one can agree on anything, Loki is the best, you think to yourself. Thirteen is the first to see you and she wastes no time in asking your opinion. “I’m not touching that with a ten-foot pole,” you reply as you settle in the empty chair next to House. You feel House’s hand on your knee, squeezing gently, and you place your hand over his. “So, what did you get the birthday boy?” Chase asks you and turn to look at him, stunned.