because of the headdress


My entries for @voltageparty‘s design contest! I would have done only one, but I really love the concepts of both Shingen and Kenshin to pick just one :’3

For Kenshin, I applied his iconic, historical (mostly) white garb and the cherry blossoms that plays a key role in his main story. I made her to look absolutely feminine and “goddess-like” to match her lord counterpart. But underneath it, of course, is a woman who can and will fight for the sake of those she vowed to protect.

For Shingen, I knew I had to have her exude a “powerful woman” aura because she’s, of course, the Tigress of Kai. She had to be mature, alluring but also imposing with a ferocity that matches her lord counterpart. Her inner robe is an interpretation of “dyed in crimson, dusted with peonies” kimono that Shingen gave to the mc in his main story. She just had to have fur that I refused to put on as a headdress, because my goal for her is to look like the lady of the alpha male who wears the glorious furry headdress hahaha. It’s a shoutout to Shingen’s old battle sprite besides. I also added a bit of allegory in there, which is the plum blossom hairpiece. Plum blossoms symbolize the coming of spring (kind of a bad news for Shingen somewhat) but it also symbolizes the spirit of health and new beginnings. A ray of hope in the coming of spring, if you will.

Hope you like them!

And by the way, I follow the Voltage account on my main blog, as this is my side blog where I put my art on! 

It was a tiara. Several of the watchmen gasped. Roland looked smug. Letitia looked objectionably winsome. Mrs Proust sighed. And Tiffany… went back in time, just for a second. But in that second she was a little girl again, reading the well-thumbed book of fairy stories that all her sisters had read before her.

But she had seen what they had not seen; she had seen through it. It lied. No, well, not exactly lied, but told you truths that you did not want to know: that only blond and blue-eyed girls could get the prince and wear the glittering crown. It was built into the world. Even worse, it was built into your hair colouring. Redheads and brunettes sometimes got more than a walk-on part in the land of story, but if all you had was a rather mousy shade of brown hair, you were marked down to be a servant girl.

Or you could be the witch. Yes! You didn’t have to be stuck in the story. You could change it, not just for yourself, but for other people. You could change the story with a wave of your hand.

But she sighed anyway, because the jewelled headdress was such a wonderful thing.
—  Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight
Appropriateness of Eagle Feather Awarding

@wierdrocks asked:

One of the main characters in my book is Lakota Sioux and at one point he’s involved in the heroic rescue of a dozen people. In my research of Sioux culture I found that the eagle fathers often associated with Sioux abd other Plains Indian cultures are awarded similarly to medals like the bronze star– for valor and bravery. I guess my question is whether it would be appropriate for a teenaged boy who isn’t a soldier to be awarded an eagle feather for bravery?

Before I start, I’m going to say “Sioux” is considered a slur by tribe members! While it’s what most research is classified as, and what most legal documents are, use Oceti Sakowin instead. Or even better, the tribe name. This post has more info.

Two little misconceptions in here: 

1- That there is such a thing as “soldiers” among Native Americans in the way we think of the military in Western society. Yes, eagle feathers are an equivalent of a bronze star, and are awarded to veterans even to this day, but the details of who gets what award shouldn’t be taken to mean the exact same thing in Western versus Native society. Goes double if this is any sort of historical context and not as influenced by Western society. From what I understand, most men were eligible to fight and many would. But I haven’t done much research on the topic; just looked at census data that shows a significant drop in men in the 25 to 49 age bracket. 

2- That childhood is under the same constraints in Native as within Western society. Native kids would do stuff for the tribe and train for their eventual responsibilities pretty young, learning how to live in the bush and whatever future responsibilities they’ll hold. While they wouldn’t be considered adults until they reached certain milestones in their lives (these vary by tribe so I’m not even going to bother attempting to list), 15, 16, 17 could be considered “adult” in the tribe. Some tribes skew younger, some older. It varies. It could’ve also changed over time.

Please understand the tribe in its own terms, instead of filtering everything through the Western viewpoint. While that’s a good place to start (especially in regards to eagle feathers and war honours, because that is why you do not wear a headdress if you haven’t earned it), it’s not a good place to write from.

As for your question about the appropriateness of eagle feathers/a recognition of what he did. Who got what award is very detailed— and different— per tribe. I recall reading about the Omaha people (through a fantastically detailed ethnography by Alice Cunningham Fletcher and Francis la Flesche. I believe it’s simply called The Omaha Tribe), who are plains Natives and speak a related language, and how they had about ten or twenty different types of honours depending on the acts of bravery done. Not all of them were eagle feathers. Some where regalia, some where weapons, some were privileges. I recall one particularly high honour being having a close female relative tattooed with a design over her neck (she herself could not utter a sound during the process).

Therefore, while it might be appropriate for him to get an honour, it might not be that honour. He might genuinely be too young, or he might be old enough, or that act might make him be considered old enough. If it was the right context it could be an eagle feather, it might be deemed something else, or it might not even have an honour associated with it. All of these are possibilities. 

I am not Lakota or Oceti Sakowin, so I can’t tell you what is appropriate or not. All I can do is provide a slightly broader context, which is “Natives have their own system of honours given for bravery that extends beyond eagle feathers”. Your best bet is to ask the Lakota themselves, giving details about the situation in as much depth as you can. Here is a guide on how to research specific tribal customs and how to approach them. Of course, if any Lakota or Oceti Sakowin followers want to provide information, please do!

Good luck!

~Mod Lesya

Stop being fake woke.

I am sick. And. Tired. Of. You. Fake. Woke. Keyboard. Warriors. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Culture appropriation is not when a person wears/ owns/ does anything from a different culture, there is more to it than that. Culture appropriation is when a person who has no association and or understanding of the culture that they have stolen from attempts to rebrand it as their own/ wear it as a costume/remove all context behind it etc.
For example, Martin wears a native American head piece for halloween, this is culture appropriation because he has taken all meaning& importance of the headdress away by not understand what it is for, ontop of wearing it as a costume.

And on top of that can we please get it out of our minds now that culture associates only to race, because it doesn’t, culture comes in sub genres and as progressive as our times have become things such as popular culture and styles of clothing are much more fluid and are by-products of cosmopolitan integration. You just have to keep in mind there are just some stuff groups of people do not want you to alter or use however you like.
It is really not that hard for you to wrap your head around, so stop and think before shouting bloody appropriation left, right and centre

💖💖💖 Soooooo, these are my girls for Voltage’s contest 💖💖💖

I enjoyed SOOOOOO much drawing this, so probably, I’ll draw the other ladies of the samubabes (bc I love these guys more than to my last 3 boyfriends 😏).

~~~ I hope you enjoy it as much as I did drawing it 🤗~~~ 

btw, check the full resolution!

Pd: Sorry sorry, a few words more:
First: THANKS to all for liked and/or reblog my drawing. Means a lot to me. Really! :virtual hug for everybody:

2nd: The inspiration (?)
I read a lot about these guys (not only about the Voltage’s version but also about the real Kenshin & Shingen). So, I decided to make 2 strong women -these two can go with theirs man to battlefield and kick your ass, oh yeah!-

> Lady U seems super femenine and frail (and maybe she is) but can be pretty dangerous if you let her. She wears pastel colors like her man but in a sassy way, haha. She hides her weapon, of course, bc she doesn’t want Lady T to know everything.

So, tradicional style: pseudo kimono, obi, geta sandals and tabi socks. Her weapon is a Kusarigama (like Kotarou’s, lmao, maybe she’s his cousin or something-)

Lady T is strong-willed like Shingen. She will not let her man die, no sir. She wears warm colors and gold, of course. She’s older and taller than Lady U, and pretty forthright so she carries a Katana to cut Lady U into pieces if she dares to do anything suspicious against her clan. Besides, in her katana’s sheath she bears the kamon of her clan and her husband’s motto: FuRinKaZan (“Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain” > Quoted from Sun Tzu’s The Art of War: “As swift as wind, as silent as Forest, as fierce as fire, as unshakable as mountain”). Even Kurokumo loves her!!

And yes, obviously, she matches perfectly with Shingen because she wears a furry and horned headdress -but in a mohawk style - (and bc shes hot and sexy like him, so KABOOM! those two)

-sorry for my english!!! :Pola begs:-

The end  💕


It was on the headdress - the kokoshniki, the kikas, povyoniki, the crowns and the diadems - that the most thought was bestowed. The headdress was of greatest importance because by tradition a married woman had to hide her hair from strangers´ eyes. The long plaits of a Russian woman were her pride; the greatest treasure of a Russian maiden was a single, long plait intertwined with ribbons down her back. So important was the Russian plait that it figures over and over again in song and tale; an old wedding song begins “The young man with the black curls sits at the table and asks: Fair Russian plait, it is true that you are really mine at last?” Married women wore a closed cap and maidens a flowered scarf kerchief or a hoop or diadem leaving the top of her head open. The change of hairdo and headdress at a Russian wedding was accompanied by special ritual and lamentations. The single plait was carefully rebraided by the bride´s female relatives and close friends into two braids.

Kokoshniki varied from region to region in a whole variety of picturesque and poetic shapes. They were peaked like diadems or round and high like crowns; sometimes they were crescent-shaped. Each town had its own style and by her kokoshnik one could tell exactly where a maiden came from. The kokoshniki of the north were heavily embroidered with gold and silver threads and river pearls, with a mother-of-pearl network which fell low over the brow. In the central regions, the kokoshniki were high, in Nizhny Novgorod, round, in the form of a crescent. Sometimes long veil of muslin or gauze were attached to them. The headdresses were made of silk in bright colours, in red and rapsberry-coloured velvet, in cloth of gold that was ornamented with pearls, decorative glass, mirrors and foil. In the south, they were peaked with a pearl net descending over the forehead. In Ryazan and Tambov strange-looking kokoshniki with little horns were called “magpies” and had long tails of goose down or many coloured feathers. In the Ukraine, maidens wore crowns of flowers with bright, flowing ribbons. Beautiful and rich, gracefully framing the face and emphasizing soft eyes, these headdresses were in a very real way the crowning glory of Russian women.

Suzanne Massie: Land of the Firebird

anonymous asked:

I know you get told this a billion times, but I love your take on Nasus' hair

Thank you!

It seemed like it would have made the most sense, considering the roots of his character. He looked horribly bald without his hair, and it helped his posture seem significantly more stately.

Although I can’t take all the credit for coming up with this.

@ba-thoth made me first realise how awesome dreadlocks would look on him, but I wanted to experiment with other hairstyles first, so that I wouldn’t be blatantly copying them.

And a piece a little later, by @thedarkin-blade made me realise that there was really none that would be more perfect.

Please make sure to thank them too, because without them I’d still be floundering about with trying to get a headdress to work on him!


Reposting this because I realized I totally forgot to draw her headdress beads x_x Was too lazy to change the second one though - maybe i will do it later.

this is my first big digital work, after having only worked with traditional art for years. i learned a shit ton through lots of trial and error and I’m really happy with what came out! The top one is the original, and the bottom one was just because I wanted to edit it into bioluminescent space ahsoka tano.

drawn with a touchpad mouse in GIMP (aka RIP my pointer finger).

anonymous asked:

That cultural appropiation thing is just annoying as hell. As a Mexican, one of the celebrations we love the most is Day of the Dead. It's something that has come from Prehispanic times and we keep it increcibly close to us. And if someone from another country wants to celebrate it... they should! Just remember that it's not the same as Halloween and that it's a time to both cherish life and remeber the departed... other than that, go nuts and enjoy our beautiful traditions!

Thanks anon! I happen to agree with you whole-heartedly. People should make sure that when they celebrate a holiday, wear a piece of clothing, or eat a piece of food that they are doing it appropriately (e.g., don’t wear a native american headdress because it has religious/status significance), but if you take the time the do it properly, then go nuts! And not everything in a culture is “culturally significant” (i.e., sometimes food is just something to eat and clothing is just something to wear).

But when celebrating a holiday from another culture, it’s especially important to get the celebration right so that you learn as much as you can about the celebration and the culture!

Eagle Feathers and their meaning to the Lakota Warriors
Each time the warrior earned a feather, he would either wear it (but he only wore a couple into battle) or put it on a pole used for special occasions. Once he had collected enough feathers, they were then made into a headdress. Because each feather had a special meaning, binding them together in a headdress made that Indian headdress even more special. Only the men, closest friends of the warrior, were involved in making the headdress. The Indian chiefs also “earned” each of their feathers. The most prized of all feathers to receive for an Indian headdress was the Golden Eagle feather. Because the Indians saw the eagle as a messenger of God, this feather could only be earned through hardship, loyalty, and strength


I want somebody to write about Ahsoka. About how she walked out of the Temple with her head held high, and a tiny bag containing the sum of her life outside the Jedi Order, because Jedi are not encouraged to keep mementos. She has two changes of clothes, a cloak to hide her blades and enough money to live for a week. 

Ahsoka hugs her master, and kisses his cheek too because she can do that now. And maybe she had a crush on him for about half a minute when she was twelve and didn’t know him and maybe she didn’t. Because she’s been his padawan for three years and she knows his worth she bows to him and calls him Master Skywalker. And because she’s been his padawan for three years and she knows his worth her last words to Anakin Skywalker in every universe are, watch out for yourself skyguy.

He’ll call her Snips like his heart is breaking and it is, because this is yet another lesson on attachment that he has failed to learn and he wraps her padawan’s braid around his flesh wrist as a reminder (and in the coming months it’ll become a burden weighing him down, giving him yet another reason to hate the Jedi) but he hasn’t learned the lesson he was meant too and this isn’t his story anyway.

I want somebody to write about the shuttle that takes her away from the Temple and how she cries like she’s breaking because she has been betrayed

I want the three days Ahsoka spends in the lower city hunting down her lightsabers because she will not give them up. 

I want Ahsoka going to Senator Chuchi because she like Padme and Lux never gave up on her. And Padme is too close to the Jedi for comfort, and Lux is too close to her for comfort.  Chuchi aiding her because Ahsoka is her friend and because she is one of ten people in the Galaxy who has stood against Grievous and lived and in these dangerous times you never know what friends you’ll need. Ahsoka leaving Coruscant on smuggled onto a supply ship, hopping a ride on a destroyer, taking off in her personal cruiser, something fast and light.

Ahsoka removing the focusing crystals from her lightsabers and fixing the crystals beside the teeth of the akul she slew with her first lightsaber to her headdress as nothing more then pretty trinkets because one day she will take up her lightsabers again but today she cannot be a Jedi and a lightsaber is a Jedi’s weapon. Because she visited Ilum twice and bled for her crystals each time and she cannot, will not erase her past. 

Ahsoka traveling to Kiros, to Shili, to Onderon, to planets she has been before, to planets she has never seen, to planets she has only seen as a soldier glancing at her surroundings after three days of hard fighting in mud and gore.  

Ahsoka on Onderon because she has friends across the galaxy but Lux, Lux who is her friend before many is on Onderon while the Senate is out of session. She rides beasts on Onderon, explores the jungle and city and does the things she never could as a Jedi. Saw and Lux teach her to cheat at cards and drink in bars and if they get caught up in a few bar fights they never struck first. She does the things the Temple denied her. They’ll get drunk and talk about their losses, about Steela, and Mina, and Barriss and this endless war and if she kisses Lux it is because she can now without concern that she is betraying something she holds dear.  

Ahsoka will enjoy peace until it itches under her skin betraying her. She has been a warrior since she was four and a soldier since she was thirteen. She turns seventeen on Onderon and has a proper party with friends for the experience and leave three days later with Saw in tow, because Saw is another child soldier looking for another war. Mandalore has an ongoing civil war that the Jedi are ignoring, and the rightful heir is a friend who cannot accept republic aid without betraying everything his aunt held dear.

Ahsoka Tano with a blaster on one hip and a mandalorian blade on the other training soldiers to fight a war for peace on a planet that doesn’t want it against a former clone of the republic. Three months later she’ll call that irony. 

Three months later they’re winning the war when the Force cries out for all those who can hear it. Ahsoka knows the news before it ever reaches Mandalore. The Jedi are traitors they say. The Jedi are dead they say. Beacons at the temple call for the return of the Jedi, and Ahsoka wonders how many of her friends were caught in the trap before the survivors started to catch on.

She’ll use the force that night to dissemble her lightsabers and refit the crystals to her blades. When she puts them back together she activates them with a touch of her mind and the crackle hum of the blade is comforting. She’ll drop the force and let her blades fall, catching them eager hands and sweep through a reverse shien drill, as familiar as breathing.

(Ahsoka will leave Mandalore and the people she trained will die when the Deathwatch accepts aid from the newly formed Galactic Empire. Korkie’s execution will be broadcast planetwide. She mourns him but can do no more.)

Ahsoka leaving Mandalore behind and trying to raise Anakin, Obi-Wan, Yoda. When those fail she reaches out to Padme, to Lux, to Chuchi. Chuchi and Lux answers and directs her to Bail Organa and the seeds of the Rebellion. She’s one of millions that attends Padme Amidala’s funeral.

Ahsoka Tano lives openly under her own name. She makes it four months before a squadron of clones cuts her down. Captain Rex leads them.

Ahsoka Tano lives as a fugitive, gathering support, freeing slaves, distinctive green and yellow blades reminding the galaxy that the Jedi are not as destroyed as the Empire would like them to be. Her cell is the best the Rebellion has to offer, and Saw serves as her second for the six years it takes for the Empire to hunt them down. She tells her people to cut and run, but they stand by her in the final days. Her people take out a full battalion with half a dozen bombs and themselves in the process. Ahsoka  is hunted through the sewers like a rat by troops lead by Darth Vader. She separates him from his men and takes a run at him in an appropriately climatic and secluded location. Maybe she hesitated when she felt her old master through the force. Maybe he did. There were only two witnesses to that fight and only one survivor. This is the last time anyone hears from Tano.

(And a Togruta by the name of Barriss books passage off that shithole of a world.)

Ahsoka Tano lives as a fugitive, smuggling, infiltration and sabotage operations, carrying blasters never mind Master Kenobi’s disdain for them. Her lightsabers are never beyond her grasp but she uses them only to kill now, and then only when she is certain there will be no witnesses. She’s the finest operative the Rebellion has and her greatest talent is her ability to wreck a slaving operation in less then twenty-four hours.

Maybe she lives long enough to meet Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa and tell them without remorse the sort of man their father used to be, having long since figured out what became of Anakin Skywalker. Maybe she doesn’t. Either way Ahsoka Tano still has stories that need to be told.

Barbara’s hair.

The magnificence that is Barbara’s hair starts off with her school teacher look.

and then later the lovely up do seen in Marco Polo. Except we can’t really ‘see’ it properly in action *goes off to cry*

Big and fab hair in the Keys of Marinus. She looks so cute.

Can’t see her hair much in The Aztecs, why is that? Oh yes because she’s a freakin’ goddess with a headdress that’s why.

She looks so elegant in this scene at the end of the Aztecs leading into the Sensorites.

After the events of Planet of Giants, Barbara’s hair clearly kept on growing when she returned to normal size. Epic bouffant happening in Dalek Invasion.

And remaining very huge in The Rescue and very round in this side profile pic. The Doctor must have a hell of a load of hairspray in the TARDIS.

Stunning hair in The Romans, she looks so gorge.

And now with added hair accessories so she can fit in at court and make everyone jealous.

She really does get some great hairstyles in the past, like her Crusade one.

In the Space Museum its back to big, bold and very round. This is the hair that Maureen O’Brien compared to a football on the commentary,

The hairstylist must have heard her because by episode four of the same serial its softer and less round. Wonder if that deadly gas had hair styling capabilities?

In The Chase she’s added a lovely hair clip to complete her look and looks absolutely radiant.

This has been an informative post about hair. Mostly we just like to gush about Jackie/Barbara.  


Soooo….I’m just gonna say up front that this caribou headdress is already sold. I delivered him to his new home earlier this month. But I got these photos for archival purposes first and wanted to show him off a bit because he just turned out so friggin’ awesome!

The original caribou headdress sold at an event earlier this year, and the new owner wanted me to add the teeth decorated with the Younger Futhark of runes. The head is positioned so that when the wearer dances more stooped over like a quadreped, the head faces forward as with a real caribou.

I should also add that there are NO taxidermy supplies in this piece–no plastic-foam form, no clay, no glass eyes, etc. I don’t do taxidermy-style headdresses in part because there are so many non-biodegradable materials, and because the materials add weight and put more strain on the wearer’s neck. It took some very careful engineering to get the antlers set securely in there, especially as this was my first time tackling a project with antlers of this size, but it turned out really well!


Sikh actor and designer Waris Ahluwalia almost missed NYFW because of racial profiling

Waris Ahluwalia is Sikh and he wears a turban, a headdress that’s part of his religious identity. Ahluwalia reported on Instagram Monday that Aero Mexico would not let him board his flight to New York City while wearing his turban. This isn’t the first time Ahluwalia has been the victim of ignorant Islamophobia.

First, I’d like to say I’m not doing a full write-up on this costume. First reason is that there is way too much info, and second is that there wasn’t anything super, outrageously innovative done, just a lot of planning. If you want to read more, click on the break v

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