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queenlucythevaliant · 10 months

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There was a park a few blocks away from Uncle Harold and Aunt Alberta’s home in Cambridge where Lucy would often wander that summer when she wanted to be alone. She’d tuck a book under her arm and call to Edmund, “I’m going!” and then she’d go find herself a tree.

Branches waved gently, like fingers against the sky. Lucy would settle herself on her favorite bench and try to read, but sometimes she just found herself gazing at those branches. When she was sure the park was empty, she’d succumb to her most fanciful impulse to get up and walk among them. Wake, she’d think, and imagine the faces that each kind of tree would have.

Lucy knew it was fancy, but it wasn’t delusion. She could tell the difference. After all, it had been truth that first set her on the path to Narnia, dismissed as both delusion and fancy.

At school she read Shakespeare and Charles Dickens. She painted Prospero with Coriakin’s coloring, high wiry brows and sun-wrinkled skin. She gave him long fingers, an imaginative touch—Coriakin’s had been rather short and stubby—and heard the poetry in her own voice. She read aloud to her friends sometimes, just picked up wherever she was and read while Marjorie and Josephine curled up under blankets with mugs of hot tea.

“It sounds better when you read it,” Marjorie mused. “Even if it is musty old Shakespeare.”

There were glimpses of gold in puddles on the pavement, and Lucy found herself glancing up as though she expected to find Aslan in her periphery. He wasn't there, of course, but the sunset shot light into the street and made it shine. Aslan wasn't in the chapel at school either, but the bells pealed golden every hour. He wasn't stalking beneath her dormitory window, but there were fresh footprints in the snow.

Lucy was sure that if only she could remember the spell for making hidden things visible, she'd find her whole world cloaked in tawny, velvet gold. Aslan in the kitchen, Aslan in the sky at dawn. Aslan in the faces of her friends, who laughed when Lucy said fanciful things but who listened rapt when she read aloud.

"I swear, you and your read-alouds, Lucy Pevensie," grinned Josephine as the cover fell shut. "Why, it's almost as though you believe in all the stories! You're not theatrical, just credulous." So Lucy leaned back and taught her friend how to tell if someone was lying, or delusional, or if they had a marvelous truth to tell.

On lonely weekends, Lucy begged Professor Digory to take her with him to Oxford to see the great stone halls and the towering cathedral and she loved the way the angels’ sloping wings looked against the sky. Wake, she whispered as she passed by graves and monuments to those long dead, and imagined that she might see Aslan pacing behind them, ready to breathe them back to life.

#i read some Narnia aloud to my sister the other night and this kind of hit me #very little revising just here it is #sometimes I think I will spend my whole life digging Lucy Pevensie out of my soul #narnia #dear darling heart-daughter of aslan #pontifications and creations #leah stories

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raven-nerd4life · 2 months

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Prospero: do you remember the name of the neighbor who lives down the hall?

Pluto: his cats names are toby and missy

Prospero: that’s not what i asked

Pluto: that’s all the information i need

#nevermore webcomic #nevermore #nevermore webtoon #prospero nevermore #pluto nevermore

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rats-from-the-rubber-room · 4 months

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you know that the obsession's bad, when you start having dreams about it

so here's a recreation of a nevermore related dream i had last night:

Will is being chased by a creature that has the body of an eagle and montresor's head, while the eagle-montresor is screaming slurs at him

after some time the poor man manages to run away and ends up somewhere that looks very much like a court

what's happening there basically is:

Lenore and Annabel Lee are having a rap battle over who gets the custody of the kids after their divorse

Morella(the kids), having a drinking competition with the judje(Prospero's rats) and Ada cheering her on, while pouring more questionable liquid into the glasses

then, Pluto, in his spectre form, attacks all the rats and Duke starts shouting: "yes, mon minou, go get 'em! you can do it! "

Berenice: that's so gay

Eulalie: we're gay tho

Berenice: that doesn't make it any less gay

scene cuts to everyone sitting in the deans' office

dean Mourn: what the fuck were all of you doing?! this is an academy and not some kind of cheap, shitty circus! fifty demerits to everyone!

dean Merry: it was fun though, so five merits to all of you

Lenore goes on a long ass rant about how sick she is of all theese merits and demerits, how the deans could just give everyone 45 demerits and nothing would have changed, and how this whole system makes absolutely no sense

the deans get pissed off so they give Lenore 50 demerits for disrespect and 20 more demerits for attitude

scene cuts again, this time everyone (exept for the deans) is standing in a hall

Annabel Lee: omg, pet, what you said to the deans was so hot

Lenore: Thanks i guess

Annabel Lee: also, being divorsed sucks, wanna get married again?

Lenore: omg yes sure! i thought you'd never ask

after theese words they start making out

Montresor(looking like his normal, ugly, human self): fucking idiots

Will: I thought I was fucking idiot

Montresor: you are

theese two also start making out

eveyone else starts making out too

Prospero: i hate gay people

Prospero sings crush culture by conan gray, while wearing a long, puffy dress as if he was a disney princess

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levindesdieux · 10 months

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Herbert James Draper, Prospero Summoning Nymphs and Deities, ca 1902, Oil on canvas, Ceiling of the Draper's Hall in London.

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u-mspcoll · 3 months

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Remembering Dan Longone

Daniel T. Longone and Janice Bluestein Longone, 2019.

Daniel T. Longone, University of Michigan Chemistry Professor Emeritus, passed away on January 28th, 2024. Dan and his beloved wife Jan, who predeceased him in 2022, devoted much of their lives to the study and promotion of culinary history.

Viard, A. ⁨Le Cuisinier Royal (Paris : G. Barba, 1840). Gift of Janice Bluestein Longone.

Dan and Jan came to Ann Arbor in 1959, when Dan joined the University of Michigan’s Chemistry Department, where he taught and researched organic chemistry. Dan’s culinary expertise was in the history of wine in America. In addition to building a world-class collection of texts on wine and grapes, he shared his knowledge generously with colleagues and novices alike. He taught “Wine: An Historical and Sensory Evaluation” through the University Center for Adult Education, founded the Ann Arbor Wine and Food Society, and was a founding member of the Detroit Chapter of the Commanderie de Bordeaux.

Rendella, Prospero. Tractatvs de vinea, vindemia, et vino...(Venetiis : Apud Iuntas, 1629). Gift of Janice Bluestein Longone.

In the early 2000s, Jan and Dan Longone donated much of their personal culinary collection to the University of Michigan to establish the Janice Bluestein Longone Culinary Archive (JBLCA), and in 2009, Dan curated “500 Years of American Grapes and Wine: A Remarkable Journey" at the University of Michigan's William L. Clements Library.

Hall, Harrison, The Distiller... (Philadelphia : Published by the author, 1818). Gift of Janice Bluestein Longone.

Now residing in the University of Michigan Library's Special Collections Research Center, the JBLCA comprises many thousands of items ranging from the 16th to the 20th centuries, from handwritten manuscript recipe books to a multitude of church and temple charity cookbooks. Thanks to Dan and Jan’s shared vision, students and scholars for generations to come, will be able to study the production, consumption, and appreciation of food and drink through this rich collection.

#culinary history #american culinary history #special collections #archives #libraries #special collections libraries #libraries and archives #janice bluestein longone #JBLCA #janice bluestein longone culinary archive

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ask-the-crimson-king · 8 months

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[The thread was continually being quite long, so I am making a new continuation post; prior reply found here.]

@the-consortium

"Most of the human crew have not exhibited many signs of change or mutation," Zikar-Sin said as he turned to begin leading Fabius and his... allies? Friends? Did Fabius Bile have anyone he called a friend? The sorcerer couldn't tell. Regardless, he began leading them down one of the many winding halls that made the ship seem paradoxically larger than it actually was. "Many of them have been the ones helping to ferry in the psykers from elsewhere in the galaxy to safety. Though there will be substantial mutation found among the mortal populace that will eventually inhabit Tizca, I can assure you."

One of the crewmen saluted Zikar-Sin and his entourage as they went back, a smaller and bonier arm hanging over one ofhis shoulders holding a bag of tools. One of his eyes were missing, the socket now long since scarred over.

"Our first destination will be the ship's internal archive," the sorcerer proclaimed. "So that you are familiar with how to navigate it, at least. It exists as a literal extension of the libraries we keep on Sortiarius. The small library provided for you is paltry in comparison, of course. From there we will go to the observatory where I can give you a more firsthand look at the present climates of Prospero and Sortiarius, along with a look at their pasts for a point of reference. Afterwards, well... We can see what piques your interests."

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richardlearnsgames · 3 months

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HOW TO PLAY Disney The Haunted Mansion

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Our favorite of the Disney park ride board games!

#board game #disney #haunted mansion #prospero hall #funko games #learn to play #how to play #tutorial #instructions #rules #explained #explanation #Youtube

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inherot · 6 months

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⠀⠀THERE WAS A SHARP CRY — and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the prince prospero. [ . . . ] one by one dropped the revellers in the blood - bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall.

⠀⠀AND DARKNESS AND DECAY AND THE RED DEATH HELD ILLIMITABLE DOMINION OVER ALL. — #INHEROT. an independent , private & selective PROSPERO USHER of netflix's the fall of the house of usher , by COLE. general warnings for blood , gore & usfw topics apply.

#crime rp #horror rp #tfothou rp #sp.

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yakool-foolio · 6 months

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Okay okay, hear me out: The Masque of the Red Death but it's Rain Code chapter 4.

Yomi without a doubt represents Prince Prospero, seeking refuge in Amaterasu's HQ to keep his hands clean of the city's abundant bloodshed. The rampant decay of the city might as well be a plague; a river of gore running through the sewers and rooting itself in the pipes and gutters crawling to the surface, infecting the flesh of the weak-willed.

Both Vivia and Yakou could fit the personification of the Red Death, but I think Yakou is most fitting in this case. He is the one who steps over Yomi's ignorance and faces him under the guise of Death. To Yomi, Yakou is the embodiment of Kanai Ward's disease. A softhearted shell of a man who rummages around in the damp alleyways and remains in hiding. An unwanted sickness to Yomi's pristine record. And yet, the rot that grows at Yakou's feet seeps in through the airtight walls of Amaterasu's security.

Yomi orders to have the Red Death exterminated. His peacekeepers can only stand and stare in fear as the grimy figure draped in scarlet stains the halls with his imperfections. With no intervention, Yomi takes it upon himself to cleanse the facility himself. He rushes at the Red Death with a dagger, ready to put an end to the source of the manmade plague. But as Yakou turns to face his assailant with an invisible glare only Yomi could see beneath the mask, the director abruptly falls dead, claimed by the wretched illness. The past caught up to him, dragging him to the ground and massacring his image with his own ichor. The Red Death leaves with no qualms as surrounding peacekeepers succumb to the disease, just like their leader.

#im in a mood #i dunno what mood it is but its a mood #blank week-induced imaginings methinks #that one line of yomi offhandedly calling yakou 'death itself' has ruined me #rain code #rain code spoilers #yomi hellsmile #yakou furio

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spoopy-nevermore-dump · 1 year

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Ok this is messy but

Fencing au (yes based off of Flynn's doodle)

Lenore and Prospero being dueling buddies with a few classes together

Prospero and Annabel also share a few classes (Lenore and Annabel don't share any, just a study hall where they are in completely different places) and they're also in a study group together

Lenore and Prospero share a chem class freshman year and become lab partners for the year

One day they finish a lab early and are just talking and Prospero goes "y'know, you seem like a girl crazy enough to do fencing" so they both end up going to a class together outside of school and as it turns out, Lenore is really good at fencing

So they become fencing buddies

Annabel knows Prospero has a dueling buddy but doesn't know anything about them

Cut to a couple years later so they're in college now (yes they were both friends with Prospero they just didn't cross paths for years)

(Also Lenore and Prospero are aware of each other's fruitiness)

So Prospero and Annabel are studying right before Prospero has to leave for a competition

Near the end, the door opens and it's prosperous fencing buddy in full gear asking if he's ready to go

Annabel ends up heading over to the competition to watch Prospero (they carpool)

Now, Annabel knows a lot about Lenore from the stories Prospero has told her, but she doesn't know what she looks like until the competition

She's watching Prospero finish off his matches when she hears a really loud group (yes it's the misfit militia) cheering for someone over at the girls division

She heads over to see the final match in the girls division and watches them

Finally the match ends with Prospero's dueling buddy declared the winner and Lenore takes her mask off

Now Annabel at this point hasn't seen Lenore's face so when the mask comes off she's going oh no she's hot oh she's hot she's hot she's hot she's-

Prospero ends up in the top 3 in his division and Lenore wins first in hers

Annabel and Prospero are heading out to leave but Prospero stops to congratulate Lenore and say hi to her friends and this is where they finally fucking meet after like 6 years of knowing about each other's existence and Annabel gets a good look at Lenore

Prospero and Annabel leave the competition and Annabel is thinking about Lenore the entire way back (Lenore is too busy celebrating with the misfit militia at a karaoke bar to think about the pretty girl too much)

Annabel: *can't sleep too busy thinking about Lenore*

Lenore: oh yeah she was nice :D anyways who's up for another song-

After the competition when Annabel gets home she looks up fencing and does some research until she falls asleep

A week or so later she asks Prospero if she can come in and visit the fencing club (btw Lenore and Prospero wer win classes during high school and join or start a club in college) so she tags along and gets to watch Lenore them duel up close so she can really see what's going on

Eventually someone in the club (probably Morella) (oh btw Morella and Ada are in the club) asks Annabel if she wants to try

A little bit of convincing later and Annabel ends up in some gear and Morella and Lenore are teaching Annabel some basics

some lennabel tension because lenore is right behind Annabel with a hand on her shoulder and holding her other hand telling her how to hold the sword properly and like 30 minutes later Annabel has the basics down and they decide to put her to the test

Since Ada is also a beginner they put the two up against each other (Annabel loses like all 3 times lmao get rekt)

Small water break and she's sitting next to and talking to Lenore who's giving her some pointers and they end up sparring to top off the meeting annabel gets her ass handed to her but Lenore lets her win the final match

So Annabel ends up joining the fencing club and they become close, sometimes they go stargazing

Also Lenore is a lil dense and doesn't realize she likes Annabel for like two months but Annabel is very aware of her own feelings so she's having a gay panic everytime they spar

They continue fencing and two years later (so like end of college) they're at another competition and Lenore and Annabel are dueling for first place

They're currently at a tie they keep getting distracted by each other and are on the final match, Lenore wins (this is where the art piece comes in), they vibe at the ceremony, and on their way out, Lenore takes her up to the roof to look up at the stars and confesses

#nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #annabel nevermore #prospero nevermore #white raven #lennabel nevermore #this one fucking doodle has been giving me brainrot ALL morning #probably doesnt help that i started watching utena #ada being a girlboss #rooftop kiss under the stars lets goooooo #fencing au

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verumfm · 2 months

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is that … KSHITIJ ACHARI, GWENDOLYN COTHI JONES, CHALIDA ‘FERN’ JIRAYUNGYURN, GIRISHA TYAGI, SAVINA MASOE, KIRANA ‘KAI’ MALAIWONG, BAEK HARU, RYU JI-HOON, ASTORIA WYNNE-JONES, NAKANO KIMIKO, ARTURO VALIENTE, PROSPERO ESKANDER, & SALIM NOVAK returning home after a journey? the town of cynefin welcomes you. please be sure to review our local laws before you settle in.

the following faceclaims & positions are now taken: arjun rampal, yaya dacosta, mookda narinrak, aditi rao hydari, davika hoorne, zorzo natharuetai, go minsi, ji changwook, laufey lín bing jónsdóttir, anna sawai, pedro pascal, tamino amir, emilio sakraya, & the professors of beginner metallurgy (etc.), weaponry theory (etc.), & death of the superego (etc.), head librarian, lab assistant (1/4), security staff (1/3), rare magic (2/5), familiars (2/5), & muses 4, 5, 6, 11.

( arjun rampal , cis man , he/him ) — amongst the faces lining the staff portrait wall, you recognize KSHITIJ ACHARI, the forty-two year old professor. having spent seven years as a member of the verum staff, students say that they’re reminiscent of catching the edge of your cloak from the corner of your eye and wondering if you’re truly alone ; the heavy weight of a thick wine coating your throat ; the sound of journal papers crinkling while struggling to hold a leather-bound journal close ; dark nights where the sound of thunder is welcome companion ; silence so harsh it squishes your eardums painfully. their patient and meticulous temperament brings color to these halls, but be warned, you may also find them to be strict and blunt. regardless, hopefully they’ll remain when it’s time for verum to open its doors again. ╱ pal, 28, any, gmt+5:30.

( yaya dacosta , nonbinary , they/she ) — amongst the faces lining the staff portrait wall, you recognize GWENDOLYN COTHI JONES, the thirty-nine year old head librarian. having spent seventeen years as a member of the verum staff, students say that they’re reminiscent of dark-roast coffee leaving behind an imprint on the corner-edge of an ancient tome ; eyes crinkling over the ledge of gilded spectacles, one eyebrow raised in greeting ; the vanilla & musk, dense scent of a beeswax candle left too long on the hearth. their logical and knowledgeable temperament brings color to these halls, but be warned, you may also find them to be strict and irritable. regardless, hopefully they’ll remain when it’s time for verum to open its doors again. ╱ nikki, 30, they/them, est.

( mookda narinrak , nonbinary , they/them ) — one day the sea will sing of CHALIDA ‘FERN’ JIRAYUNGYURN, the twenty-eight year old healer from the town of cynefin. there will be verses about oleander unfurling in the palms of their hands, only to burn & rot black at the edges ; the whispers of a creature against the dangling, heirloom earring passed down from their family as a symbol of fortune ; the bitter & thickened taste of herbs in tea scalding the throat in the hums of their hymn, about a person who is trained in the magic of khemia. the land will know them as someone attentive and empathetic, but perhaps, you’ll hear the old crones hiss that they are secretive and particular. only the shadows of the ocean floor will bear witness to the truth. ╱ nikki, 30, they/them, est.

( aditi rao hydari , cis woman , she/her ) — one day the sea will sing of GIRISHA TYAGI, the thirty-two year old apothecary from the town of cynefin. there will be verses about the wet chill of morning mist clinging to the lining of your dress ; toes sinking into mud until it squishes so deep under your nail beds that it never leaves ; the reflection of bloodshot eyes caught in water-stained glass vials ; the press of soft hair resting on the nape of your neck ; the burn of heavy earrings dragging your tender earlobes in the hums of their hymn, about a person who is (informally) trained in the magic of khemia. the land will know them as someone vibrant and optimistic, but perhaps, you’ll hear the old crones hiss that they are nosy and deceptive. only the shadows of the ocean floor will bear witness to the truth. ╱ pal, 28, any, gmt+5:30.

( davika hoorne , cis woman , she/her ) — amongst the faces lining the staff portrait wall, you recognize SAVINA MASOE, the thirty-one year old lab assistant within the school. having spent two years as a member of the verum staff, students say that they’re reminiscent of white light passed through a glass prism, a fractured reflection in the looking glass, blooming plants in a thriving greenhouse, a dream forever just beyond reach, and eyes so bright they see right through you. their perceptive and inquisitive temperament brings color to these halls, but be warned, you may also find them to be competitive and single-minded. regardless, hopefully they’ll remain when it’s time for verum to open its doors again. ╱ liza, 28, she/her, aest.

( zorzo natharuetai, cis woman, she/her ) — amongst the faces lining the staff portrait wall, you recognize KIRANA ‘KAI’ MALAIWONG , the thirty-two year old security staff within the school. having spent one month as a member of the verum staff, students say that they’re reminiscent of a hand reaching into the monster’s open jaw, no mercy shown for a moment’s weakness / the first light of dawn, the world didn’t end yet / the echo of a blade striking, phantom grip making knuckles turn white. their devoted and diligent temperament brings color to these halls, but be warned, you may also find them to be tactless and wary. regardless, hopefully they’ll remain when it’s time for verum to open its doors again. / gen, 29, she/her, est.

( go minsi, nonbinary, she/they ) — one day the sea will sing of BAEK HARU, the twenty-nine year old trader from the town of cynefin. there will be verses about blood staining your lips, your own flesh stuck in your teeth / the low hum of a long - lost melody, forgotten for a reason, yet nested familiarly within a mind / a dance with the devil, a feast with the hells. in the hums of their hymn, about a person who is trained in the magic of khemia. the land will know them as someone charismatic and eloquent, but perhaps, you’ll hear the old crones hiss that they are vindictive and rapacious. only the shadows of the ocean floor will bear witness to the truth. ╱ gen, 29, she/her, est.

( ji changwook , cis man , he/him ) — amongst the faces lining the staff portrait wall, you recognize RYU JI-HOON, the thirty-six year old professor within the school. having spent three years as a member of the verum staff, students say that they’re reminiscent of abandoned projects of broken wood collecting dust in a spare closet, something between a smirk and a smile highlighting soft features, the coarse and warm smell of pine and oak, quiet and steady waves washing across a midnight shore, and calloused hands with a gentle touch. their charming and easygoing temperament brings color to these halls, but be warned, you may also find them to be secretive and vain. regardless, hopefully they’ll remain when it’s time for verum to open its doors again. ╱ jasmine, 22, she/her, est.

( laufey lín bing jónsdóttir , cis woman , she/her ) — one day the sea will sing of ASTORIA WYNNE-JONES, the twenty-four year old librarian from the town of cynefin. there will be verses about a newborn fawn caught alone in the hollow underbelly of the woods, a thousand faces — none of which you can place, a rose more thorn than petal, and an intolerable tenderness… a girl known by everyone and no one in the hums of their hymn, about a person who is untrained in the magic of khemia. the land will know them as someone allocentric and magnanimous, but perhaps, you’ll hear the old crones hiss that they are casuistic and vitriolic. only the shadows of the ocean floor will bear witness to the truth. ╱ steph, 29, she/her, est.

( anna sawai , cis-woman , she/her ) — one day the sea will sing of NAKANO KIMIKO, the thirty-one year old writer from the town of cynefin. there will be verses about a message scrawled and shoved into a bottle — tossed out to sea and left to wash up along the shore, the empty space left by a page torn right from the binding of a book, ink spilled and smudged on a worn sheet of paper, and a ribcage filled with flowers… but they are all dead — dead… dead in the hums of their hymn, about a person who is trained in the magic of khemia. the land will know them as someone adaptable and sagacious, but perhaps, you’ll hear the old crones hiss that they are insoluble and acerbic. only the shadows of the ocean floor will bear witness to the truth. ╱ steph, 29, she/her, est.

( pedro pascal , cis man , he/him ) — amongst the faces lining the staff portrait wall, you recognize ARTURO VALIENTE, the forty-eight year old professor within the school. having spent one year as a member of the verum staff, students say that they’re reminiscent of battered chainmail laid to rest alongside a life's purpose, blood-rimmed canines as you grin & bear an unimaginable pain, a stoic strength reminiscent of trees as old as time itself, a piercing gaze as you wrack your brain for an answer that simply won't come, and a cavernous divide between your students — half of them sycophantic, half irreverent. their dogged and venerable temperament brings color to these halls, but be warned, you may also find them to be unforgiving and brutal. regardless, hopefully they’ll remain when it’s time for verum to open its doors again. ╱ c, 23, they/she, pst.

( tamino amir , cis man , he/him ) — the halls of verum academy is home to PROSPERO ESKANDER, the twenty-four year old student of decomposition. listen to the whispers that follow them through the door of the death of the superego classroom, the ones about a morbid fascination with entropy & its inevitability, the steady rhythm of pacing footsteps as piano hands thumb through the pages of a centuries-old book, the imperceptible twitch of an eyebrow upon noticing a fatal flaw, and the rustling of inky feathers just before a crow takes flight, a charm that comes so naturally that you can't help but be unnerved. once they graduate, their legacy will be one that is ingenious and courtly in nature, but the records will not mention that they are known to be acerbic and duplicitous, too. they are, after all, the future of verum. ╱ c, 23, they/she, pst.

( emilio sakraya , cis man , he/him ) — one day the sea will sing of SALIM NOVAK, the twenty-seven year old soldier from the town of cynefin. there will be verses about sparks created by the clashing of swords, the hand that catches you right before you fall, a white eye that swirls with memories of pain and destruction — a scar acts as a remnant of a battle lost, and whispered mantras that combat despair in the hums of their hymn, about a person who is untrained in the magic of khemia. the land will know them as someone valiant and determined, but perhaps, you’ll hear the old crones hiss that they are self-destructive and impulsive. only the shadows of the ocean floor will bear witness to the truth. ╱ j, 26, she/they, est.

#appless rp #fantasy rp #period rp #town rp #magic rp #accepted.

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