the fact that The Ossuary in Salem has almost no natural-fiber garments is a source of continual disappointment to me
nice staff! Gothic Victorian vibes! cool art and jewelry! really pretty clothes that are near-universally made of plastic
I weep
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oh boy guess who has a surgical rotation this semester in med school
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a reference sheet for my dnd pc, Flora, that took so long to finish that it’s now a a little outdated
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extract from Pour Your Light's chapter VI:
I said we were getting an Ossë's POV and we ARE:
[...] and somehow it had cleared his head from the tangled webs of lies Melkor had sung to him. But still, he knows the darkness at the edges of his soul remains, it sings when Ossë swells the waves, paints the seashores with foam, he feels at home amidst a storm that much he knows it. Yet when Uinen calls, still he comes back to her, always.
He rarely enjoys taking up corporeal form, as a water spirit it seemed unnecessarily cumbersome, unlike most of his peers he enjoys the freedom of movements. Melian had once tried to convince him to ride a horse - an experience he still regrets to this day. In this he knows to be an outsider amongst Maiar, Uinen aside - for Ulmo their Vala refuses to take on a fana the same way as they do and he thinks perhaps it is a quality of water - most of their kin had enjoyed mingling in Valimar with raiment similar as elves or even men with the notable exceptions of some wearing the skins of animals.
Mairon had been different, made with the ability to shapeshift into anything his mind conjured; he once had playfully chased Ossë through the waves, beautiful ruddy serpentine form undulating through the crystals waters of the Great Lake, back in Almaren, long time ago - even for one such as him - when both their souls had been lighter.
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laerion sees seahorses on the leatherbound of f*re&bl00d and just 'VELARY0N MENTIONED.'
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