"Acer Is My, Her Adoptive Lusus." Rennoh Suddenly Quieted As He Heard A Twig Snap.

Aurora borealis over Lake Erie tonight!!!

"I am the only one of my kind. Harmonus has been trying to keep Trolls of many worlds alive, as a safeguard from extinction in worlds that died off. There are other extinct kinds, mostly unique blood colors, and I guess I was the first to be revived. You are the first royal I have met, and yet I realize humans are far different."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

“I hope this will help. Acer is in contact with ones on Harmonus, so he should have something arranged!”

There was a deep rumble heard around, and Stelle giggled, “Thank you Acer!”

“The Veil thins soon, so maybe I can finally see Harmonus myself.”

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

Oxford, England

via tanvach

'Moon Priestess at Prayer'. Photographed in 1900.

May add Rennoh Cadrea and Palmia Nasrin soon

Images made with this Picrew

"True, but insight is insight. Even to know just one good royal exists." Stelle listened, "Harmonus acts as not just a multiverse hub, but preserves parts of worlds long gone. To save and revive extinct blood types, morphs, and species is instrumental to learning and preventing another extinction. I am proof it is possible."

Stelle went to another room, opening the door. It was all ice. Everything was frozen. "Oh... This is different."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

quilt by Chinami Terai

the current thing trad losers are losing their minds over is one singular dude on reddit that refurbished and hand painted a grandfather clock and they keep saying the guy “ruined its value” or “threw thousands out the window by vandalizing a precious heirloom” and let me just say as someone densely familiar with the world of antiques, there’s a 99% chance that this clock was a mass produced reproduction and there’s a 100% chance that clock is not as valuable as ppl think it is. when people hear the word ‘grandfather clock’ they’re always gonna assume you’re talking about something that was handmade in a woodshop by a jolly old man when rlly repros take up a waaay bigger slice of the market far more than any handcrafted items. and besides people will repaint or redecorate these ‘oh so sacred handcrafted items’ every day there’s a huge market for them. it’s the same reason why people like long furbies or dolls that have been customized to have like gore mouths or something. this is literally like watching a bunch of pretentious farts make a mountain out of a molehill. also the clock is kinda cool if I’m being honest