Secret Santa Gifts!

[kiaxet]

All right, folks, it's December the Twenty-Fifth (EST, technically, but I like jumping the gun in such occasions), and it's time to turn in those Secret Santa presents. You can choose to either leave your name (to X, from Y), or you can make it completely anonymous (to X, from ?) - it's completely up to you. Comment in this entry and post your presents - either in the comment itself or with a working link to the present's location.

To start, I'll do mine - Merry Christmas, Emmy!

Get to it, folks, and have a Merry Christmas! ♥

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To Mel, and by extension, the rest of Paixao

[estaunsinterius.livejournal.com]

I gave these to Mel yesterday, but I think you guys would kill me if I didn't hand 'em out here. =3 So, for your viewing pleasure, I present:

'Short Stories That Will Probably Get Matt
Excommunicated And/Or Damned
(But Which You Should Find Funny Anyway)'
(Also known as: 'The History of
Man From Deidara's Perspective')

THE CREATION STORY

In the beginning, all was darkness. Peace and quiet ruled supreme, and nothing else mattered.
Then, suddenly, with a brilliant flash of light and fire and sound, God created art, un. Then, out of boredom, he created Man from a pile of clay. And ever since that long-ago day, Man has struggled to recreate that eternally ephemeral moment, un. And lo, many have argued which was God's greatest Art; that which created the World, that single moment of explosive creation, or the eternity that has passed since, un. The truly wise know that it was the explosion, un.

THE NATIVITY STORY

Long ago in the East, there lived three wise kings of the Orient, un. Bearing gifts, they set forth to find the True Art of God, un. But lo, they could not find it, un. Seeing their plight, God set in the sky a brilliant explosion to guide them, and lo, un, they did follow the sign of God's Art. When they found the Art, however, they were sore ashamed, and did give away all that they owned, for that which they found was not the true Art, un, but a mere Child. And they were sore disappointed, un. Little did they know that this Child would be the Father of many Wars, in which the greatest of Man's Art would be born, un.

KATSU

A scant nineteen years ago, in one of God's many play worlds, un, there was born a special child. To this child, God granted the gift of Mouths, that he might bring Man's Art to an entirely new level. This child was a man of exceptional beauty, un, much like God Himself. And lo, un, He did grant unto this child a most holy Word, with which the child could bring forth his Art's greatest potential, un.
That word... was KATSU, un!

Re: To Mel, and by extension, the rest of Paixao

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

I still think these are awesome~ XD