Sorry I just had a moment today that I feel is worth sharing. Below a cut to save your dashes from OOC.

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lastqueenofnumenor sent: (Meme) She was born to the wildness of the sea, and though his sudden snarl frightened her, it was a fright she understood. Miriel stepped back involuntarily, then took a breath and bowed deeply in the manner her father taught her was proper for addressing the Powers. "My lord, thank you for your last storm. The fishing fleets fared well and the skies are beautiful and bright just in time for the summer celebration. I found many beautiful shells afterwards, too."

lastqueenofnumenor:

masteroftheseas:

Ossë was in a foul mood. Everything irked him and he did not know why, and though it did little to make him feel better, he felt compelled to snarl and snap at people to watch them fall back in fear. Their screams and whimpers only frayed his angry nerves worse.

But when he snarled at the woman and shrieked a hissing cry, she did not scream. There was no running or tripping or whimpering. Just a step back, then a practiced bow and a mostly steady voice. 

His snarl loosened to a curl of his lip, only a hint of teeth showing beneath blue lips. The pupils of his eyes showed faintly as the glow to his eyes dimmed, and his shriek settled to a hissing noise like wind through a hole in a sail. She intrigued him. She was bold, brave, and cool — she reminded him of his Elves. “You are welcome,” he rumbled, voice low like the rolling tide coming to shore.

That was an interesting noise. It was rather pretty, musical even. Miriel looked at him as best she could, going cross-eyed in the attempt. This close, he was mostly a very large blur with intimidating eyes. Perhaps standing so closely was simply something the Powers did. In any case, she would not back away from her eminent guest, Lord Ossê, when he wanted to have his nose touching hers for some ineffable reason.

Sharks? She smiled and immediately warmed to the topic. “That is what everyone else says, too. No one believes me. Why might I not be fond of sharks? They are mysterious, they are graceful and powerful. I am especially fond of the ones with the very long tails that look so worried all of the time, and the ones that are longer than I am tall with teeth that stick out in all directions. I think they are rather cute.”

Race..sharks? Playmates? Manners? She blinked and tilted her head, trying to parse what Lord Ossë was offering and if she should take him up on it. He could not seriously think she could challenge a shark’s speed. Was this another test? The butterflies in her stomach returned. Well, she had done fine by being honest so far. Perhaps it would be best to forge ahead in the same manner.

"I would love to, but it would not be much of a race," she said uncertainly. "I am fairly fast, but I could not keep up with a shark. I could still try, if you like, my lord? And, if I may ask, do sharks want playmates?”

She did not bother asking if she might get hurt. They were sharks, he was Lord Ossë, it was the ocean. Of course she might get hurt. She might still attempt it, for how often did one get the chance to swim with one of the Powers?

But then he interrupted with another question. Hives. Her Lord Ossë was asking about her hives. With the easy embarrassment of the young, Miriel blushed beet red and turned her head away, trying not to hit his face with hers.

"I am allergic to shellfish," she said, utterly humiliated and cursing herself for even bringing up such a thing. "If I eat them, I have a bad reaction. Hives are when your skin swells in places and turns red, and itches and hurts. It usually goes away in a few days or weeks, but sometimes, if someone has a very serious reaction, hives can close the throat and choke a person to death."

Ossë trilled softly and smirked at her description of sharks. So she liked creatures that were mysterious, graceful and powerful? In the same manner of arrogance and desire of praise he always had, he made the decision to show her how sharks were only shadows of his own greatness. 

"It is likewise not much of a race to compete against those whom you know that you will defeat. Racing someone you are less likely to win against presents a more exciting challenge. Though the decision is wholly yours — I merely make the offer and, if necessary, arrange the race," he rumbled, tipping his head down in mock deference. His irises glowed from beneath his thick brows. "Of course sharks want playmates. All creatures do. The difference is only what each considers to be playing. I give you my word that I shall remind your shark-friends that this is merely a race and not a dinner engagement. They are not overly fond of your flesh, anyhow."

Ossë clicked in surprise as her face went red and huffed loudly when such a thing was a symptom of these mysterious and sometimes deadly hives. “Have you partaken of any shellfish lately?” he prodded, ducking his head around to look more closely at her cheeks. She did not seem swollen, at least, and she was not scratching at her face.


Ocean Waves |  (by Brandon J.)

Ocean Waves | (by Brandon J.)

theyoungtraitor:

10 months and 300 followers since my very first post. Really. Whoah. Ain’t that some shit. I can honestly say that I am having a great time writing with you all, whether you are canon characters or original characters, from Tolkien’s Mythos or from another fandom.

I’m going to do something I have never done before - a giveaway!
Who Can Participate!
Any follower, whether you are a personal blog or an RP blog
Multiple muses for the same mun are a-okay
The Dates!
The giveaway begins RIGHT NOW
The giveaway ends JUNE 1ST at 10 AM, CST [-5]
The Rules!
One like, and one reblog a day please!
In the event that multiple muses to one mun win the giveaway, I’ll need to know so that we can make arrangements for the preferred muse to get the thing and then someone else to get a chance to win.
If you follow when you see this post, that’s great and welcome to the party :) but when the giveaway ends please don’t un-follow whether you win or not… that’s kinda not-cool ):
So that’s it for the basics. So here’s the important details:
The Prizes!
THREE first place winners will receive a package from me containing in-character chosen items designed for your muse, and a promo explaining why you should follow and RP with this person, and a 1000 word ficlet! Personal blogs will get a ficlet and a personalized package.
FOUR second place winners will receive an individual promo explaining why you should follow and RP with this person. Personal blogs will get a 1000 word ficlet.
FIVE third place winners will get a group promo. Personal blogs will get a 500 word ficlet.
I wish I had the ability to send everyone a little something but my wallet just won’t take that sort of treatment from me X)
Good luck, and get to it!

theyoungtraitor:

10 months and 300 followers since my very first post. Really. Whoah. Ain’t that some shit. I can honestly say that I am having a great time writing with you all, whether you are canon characters or original characters, from Tolkien’s Mythos or from another fandom.

I’m going to do something I have never done before - a giveaway!

Who Can Participate!
  • Any follower, whether you are a personal blog or an RP blog
  • Multiple muses for the same mun are a-okay
The Dates!
  • The giveaway begins RIGHT NOW
  • The giveaway ends JUNE 1ST at 10 AM, CST [-5]
The Rules!
  • One like, and one reblog a day please!
  • In the event that multiple muses to one mun win the giveaway, I’ll need to know so that we can make arrangements for the preferred muse to get the thing and then someone else to get a chance to win.
  • If you follow when you see this post, that’s great and welcome to the party :) but when the giveaway ends please don’t un-follow whether you win or not… that’s kinda not-cool ):

So that’s it for the basics. So here’s the important details:

The Prizes!
  • THREE first place winners will receive a package from me containing in-character chosen items designed for your muse, and a promo explaining why you should follow and RP with this person, and a 1000 word ficlet! Personal blogs will get a ficlet and a personalized package.
  • FOUR second place winners will receive an individual promo explaining why you should follow and RP with this person. Personal blogs will get a 1000 word ficlet.
  • FIVE third place winners will get a group promo. Personal blogs will get a 500 word ficlet.

I wish I had the ability to send everyone a little something but my wallet just won’t take that sort of treatment from me X)

Good luck, and get to it!

finrodthefaithful sent: I want to borrow your bath tub

finrodthefaithful:

masteroftheseas:

"Borrow it?" Ossë tilted his head and clicked warily. "As in, you wish to move the tub to a new location for a period of time? Or you wish to make use of it for a period of time?"

As the merelf swam his attention was pulled forward to watch Ossë scatter a large school of smaller fish, Finrod swam cautiously forward until another school of fish swam close to him. Reaching a hand out long, slender fingers with large claws , letting his finger pads smooth over the wet scales of the creatures with silent awe.

Normally Finrod would have never gotten this close to fish before unless his new body had not been gifted to him. Oh how joyous it was to swim freely under the water, watching the sea life around him as if they where not bothered. Perhaps it was his golden and white scales that made the fish not weary of him? Whatever it was, the Noldo sure did enjoy it!

Cut off from his thoughts, the merelf pulled back as if the Ainu suddenly appeared beside him, though Finrod was not paying attention to where  Ossë had been swimming previously. “No, I could not pass this magic onto another Elf. It was grey magic that brought me to this form, I know not how or why, or even how long it will last.” He spoke watching the fish swim around them.

"Of course, grey magic,” he spat, nose crinkling at the term. Those ignorant, arrogant fools had been a nuisance ever since their first appearance. Causing minds to warp and behaviors to change and bodies to alter without permission, reason, or right. They would be the types to do such a thing. In fact, they probably found it funny to gift someone undeserving with such a magnificent fana.

Ossë shot ahead once more with only a flick of his caudal fin for effort. It could be worse, one thought tried to reason, it could be one more bloodied and less appreciative of the sea. But this was bad enough. This felt like a betrayal to his own Elves, ones who truly loved the oceans and the waters. Not checking his own speed, he swam farther ahead than he had intended, and Finrod swiftly found himself with only a school of fish for company.

Then the school scattered around him and darted away, all in the same general direction as the Sea’s Master, but not staying in close formation. From behind, a shark slithered near, attracted by the scent of blood.

thomkopic:

Green Hole by Evgeni Dinev on Flickr.

thomkopic:

Green Hole by Evgeni Dinev on Flickr.

shannon-freeman:

In Irish folklore, mermaids (called “merrows”) collect the souls of those drowned at sea. I’m not sure if that’s a child-appropriate story, but this cutesy picture was lots of fun to draw!

shannon-freeman:

In Irish folklore, mermaids (called “merrows”) collect the souls of those drowned at sea. I’m not sure if that’s a child-appropriate story, but this cutesy picture was lots of fun to draw!

"But why do people wish to know how much wood a woodchuck would theoretically chuck if it is actually incapable of chucking wood?"

yavanna-queen-of-the-earth:

Yavanna had seen her brother propped up on the sand of the beach, which was odd considering he was constantly fully submerged in water. As she drew closer to him she saw he was reading a book and talking to himself. "What are you reading that has you so confused Ossë?" the Valie asked, having only heard the tail end of his mumbling. She settled down next to him and peered over his shoulder.

Ossë shifted the book closer to her in offer. “Riddles for children of the Children. They seem rather pointless, however. For example, sister: how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?”

He shifted his gaze from the page to the Valie beside him, arching a brow in a signal he had learned indicated challenge or victory. “Why debate a hypothetical that has no chance of happening? It seems a pointless waste of time.”

(Source: masteroftheseas)

"By the power vested in me, I am now going to do inappropriate things to my husband."

theshipwright:

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(Source: masteroftheseas)

"But why do people wish to know how much wood a woodchuck would theoretically chuck if it is actually incapable of chucking wood?"

Ossë had his feet in the sea, his legs being washed with the surf as he kept an elbow propped in dry sand to support the book he had borrowed. He could keep himself dry without drying out this way, and it kept the text from being damaged.

"It would be like asking me how hot I would burn if instead of the sea I was fueled by fire. It is not reality, it will never be reality, so what difference does the answer make? Granted, I would be the most intense inferno, given my majesty, but that is not my point.”