featuring the patricks
I SHRIEKED IN REAL LIFE OMG.
ALSO THAT ANTLERS!!!!!!!!!! dfjhlkfdjhkdfahkfaakflgfa
this is what i spend my photoshop skills on: putting santa hats and reindeer antlers on grown men. this is the good life.
you’Re a wonderful persn and you ake good life choices, A++++++
Also, I adore your photoshop usage! <3<3<3
Sometimes it is said that the Valar refused to reimbody Fëanor and his sons, as a punishment for their deeds, but this is a lie. They were reimbodied, and the Valar decided they were to put their exceptional crafting skills to use to bring a little joy to the world.
They were set to slave-labour, to make toys for the children of the world, which one of them must distribute once a year. But the Valar weren’t stupid; they took precautions. They are confined to a high-security compound in the frozen North of the world, that is all but impossible for outsiders to find. They are not allowed to leave, except for one of them, once a year. They take turns. One of them gets to leave for a single night, to deliver presents to children, but they have to go dressed in a high-visibility red and white suit, both to be visible to the Valar and to be unrecognisable to others. They are accompanied by a highly-trained guard, a secret order of deadly fighting Maiar of Oromë, who take the form of flying deer.
They fly in a fully-automated drone aircraft that is personally controlled by Manwë, and can only take them to the places that they must go to do their job, and then straight back to the compound.
And it is said that when there are clear skies, they are always looking for another flying vessel, the brightest star in the sky. And sometimes, the odd year in a century, one of them thinks they may have seen it through a gap in the clouds, that star that is not a star.
But they can never quite reach it.
I just -
*drops mic* everyone go home now ok