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[thecacophony]

You know, I think I'm starting to get a handle on this Thanksgiving holiday. After our cheeky flirt with the End Times, I've managed to get some extra reading in.

There's plenty of magic in my world, you see, and people born with the ability to use it. Mages, witches, whatever you want to call them. It's said they all have a special destiny too, a higher calling. When you're young, and that destiny manifests, well, kiss your freedom goodbye. Training, studying, perfecting this gift that you're given, all for what they tell you is a magnificent purpose. People, of course, being as fucking awful as they are, means that purpose includes a lot war, and death, and losing what's important to you.

What little you have for yourself in this kind of life. A special destiny doesn't give you very much in the way of reward. Not a lot of choices. Except, maybe who your friends are, who you love. Other magic users, those like you who understand that magic can be a barter. All of that power, the ability to shape weather, shape your own body to whatever form you like, to crush an entire army with just your fists, but it always comes at a price. Your breath, the face you're born with, the blood in your veins. The ability to feel anything but endless fucking tedium.

Magic is a price and someone willing to pay it, and maybe that sounds like love too. They're both, after all, fucking terrifying. But for the sake of sentiment here because we're in some shitty holiday, I guess it's easier knowing, through blood, or pain, or sacrifice, that we aren't alone.

Anyway, this boredom is really starting to chafe my ass raw. Does anyone here know how to make swords?

ANONYMOUS

[by_candlelight]

So. I not seen anyone say yet and that's real bullshit. But I personnnally am thankful as fuck that we had some people willing to ignroe the highers-ups who insisted 'Let's keep the twins as as far away as possible' ad brought the twins to Jeopardy. Chances are we would be 100^ fucked otherwise.

So here's a shout out to those among us who both had the power to go against the main guysand weren't too chickenshit or stuck with their heads fucked upped their own metahorical ass to do so.



[ Ruby isn't trying to stir shit, per se, but she makes the post knowing full damn well it might. It is nearly midnight when she posts, and she is sleep-deprivation drunk, and it really does seem like a much better way to go about thanking the people who saved their asses, than, say, messaging them personally. She also really hopes she used all the curses correctly.

She will possibly regret this come morning. The typos, if not the message itself. ]