With The Sheer Amount Of Power This Man Could Hold, The Music Of The Ainur Turns Into Boss Battle Music

With the sheer amount of power this man could hold, the Music of the Ainur turns into boss battle music the minute he gets slightly irritated

I just had the saddest quote idea for the fanfic I'm writing

"I don't need the light of the silmarils. I have you." Post-Accidental-Reembodiment-Maedhros to Elrond

... I made an SCP OC

Researcher Edith Andra. Researcher Andra is a woman fresh out of college who has had a hyperfixation on the creepy and unnatural since she was four years old. It started with skeletons, and it ended when she was 19 finding out about classified creatures that should never have been seen.

Her hyperfixation causes her to have very little fear. She will look death in the eyes and try to figure out how he works. Her only real fear is bugs, and if they're big enough, she doesn't care about those either.

She's genderfluid and omnisexual (Pan with a preference)

I'm having a bad day, so here's a reminder that Boiled, Scrambled and Fried is, for all intents and purposes, canon. Goodbye, and a good Fuck You, Zzapee to those who celebrate.

Sad Ebon Blade Headcanon

Koltira Deathweaver was the Scourge's stitchmaster. He was the elegant tailor with experience stitching flesh from being a Farstrider (giving stiches) and enough care in his work to do it well. He loathed the outcome of the work. He hated having to create monsters just like those that killed his brother.

And years later, in the Shadowlands, as Koltira is looking after Darion (Tira sees Darion as a replacement for Faltora, Darion sees Koltira as a replacement for Renault, because let's make this worse.), the House of Constructs makes their attempt at recruiting him.

Nozdormu is kinda girlypop ngl