Happy New Year!!

Chapter I: Death foretold. Lechior, an ancient warrior of olden tales believed to be cursed into the body of a beast as punishment for his pride, was doomed to a certain death from the moment his human body morphed into the body of a creature. On the dreaded day, his corpse became a blessing for one lonely and strange, forest-dwelling hermit.

(A first little snippet of the story of my ocs. I'd like to finally reveal it in a few parts, as I've been working on it for a very long time and wasn't sure whether to post it. Excuse my shitty writing - it's just trying to set some mood.)

Best of Lohengrin O's opera clip titles

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Tune into this weird collection of vintage radio imagery.

Love seeing something from TikTok and going “girlie that is literally what led to the downfall of the Papal States”

Exactly!!!! He’s just like Howard Hughes fr

Capt Nemo: Imma tell you how my ship works and how I stay alive underwater in excruciating detail

Prof. Aronnax: Oh hell yeah gimme all that science

Nemo: And I'll tell you exactly how I managed to build this ship without anyone finding out

Aronnax: I believe every word of this increasingly ridiculous story

Nemo: Now it's time for my diatribe about how I hate land and will remain underwater forever

Aronnax: Go off, queen

Nemo: Aaaand that's all you need to know I guess

Aronnax: Cool cool cool. I definitely don't need to know who your crew is, where they came from, how many there are, or how you managed to convince ~100 people to give up life on land and just live underwater for the rest of their lives

Nemo: Yeah lol why would you care they're not like PEOPLE

Arronax: lololol totes bestie

Nemo: oh btw we don't have a doctor

“The fact is, I don’t know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn’t collapse when you beat your head against it.” ― Douglas Adams

A pair of silver and red coral mounted flintlock pistols, Algeria, late 18th-early 19th century

from The Metropolitan Museum of Art

tickles me pink when you get a quest to kill ghosts in an rpg. like yeah this massive broadsword is gonna do just fine against these things.no rites no helping them move on just fucking cleaving them in twain

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