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7. Bishops Mantle.

Long(ish) post incoming

SO my new helmet is in the works, I’ll be getting it sometime october, it’s based on an armet from The Wallace Collection, but it’s a more simplified closed helm for reenactment purposes.

here’s the final design, and what it’s based on:

So here, I’m using an older sketch to brainstorm some Ideas for my in-progress SCA kit, and I’m stuck on whether or not I should commission a pointed bishops mantle, like those of the Wallace Collection, OR a more classic, rounded one.

Also considering bronzing the armor, but that’d be far later.

Anyways, What do you guys think? I’m conflicted, its a small decision that’s pretty much purely aesthetic. Rounded one, or Pointed one?

We’re Alright...

I hope you all enjoy this one my lovelies! Thank you for reading, feedback is welcome and appreciated! <3

Requested by: Anon - “30 & tony dinozzo? x”

Word Count: 576

Pairing: Tony x Reader

30. “Are you kidding me? We are not fine!”

You groan as you come to, your head pounding. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment after briefly opening them. Big mistake. Your vision went a bit wobbly. When you receive opened them it was only slightly better. You attempted to lift your hand to rub your forehead but found you couldn’t, they were both tied behind your back. Great.

“[Y/N]?” Someone said to you quietly, “[Y/N] you with me?” It was Tony.

“Tony?” You ask to make sure.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me.” He moved a little and that’s when you felt a hand against yours, it gave yours a reassuring squeeze, “You okay back there? He uh…He hit you pretty hard.”

You did a mental body check, moving your toes, ankles, knees, legs and them rocked side to side a little on your bum to check your hips, “Just my head.” You whisper, “S'pounding.”

“I’ll bet. Do you remember anything?”

You closed your eyes, only getting little flashes. You remember getting hit a few times. You remember Tony bent over coughing…“Not really. Where are we?”

“Some basement I think. There’s a single, little window up there.” He reported, “We’re tied together. I can’t get up to go see.”

“How ‘bout we try together?” You suggested and bent your knees, “Just push against me and I’ll do the same…Alright?” You heard shoes against the ground and when he gave you an affirmative you both started to get up.

Your headache increased as you ascended. Just standing was an effort, “Alright Tony…Your left, my right, right?”

Once you both managed to manuvere over to the window you felt Tony lean up.

“I see nothing.”

You deflate and let your head hang forward, “How hard did this guy hit me? Christ.” You complained a leaned back a bit against Tony.

“It’s alright. We’re fine Gibbs is go-”

“Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!” You cursed when your raised voice hurt your head and you tugged him over back to the centre of the room.

“Gibbs is gonna find us. I know it.” He promised and sighed, “I’m three behind on my reports so Gibbs has to find us.”

You couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped your lips, “Seriously? How do you get so far behind?”

“I don’t plan-”

Gun shots and shouting interrupted whatever Tony was going to say, “NCIS! Federal agents!”

“Tony?! [Y/N]?!” That sounded like Gibbs and Timothy.

“Oh my god, that’s them!” You exclaimed in a whisper.

“Boss?” Tony called, hoping he wasn’t too loud that he would hurt your head, “Boss we’re in here!”

The door was kicked open, nearly falling from its hinges and Gibbs and McGee came rushing in, weapons drawn, Bishop closing up the rear.

You were sat on the step on the ambulance, Gibbs’s NCIS coat wrapped around you. A gauze dressing was being applied to your nasty head wound, you could already feel your fat lip coming and you were pretty sure that there would be a nice shiner around your eye in the morning. Gibbs was off giving reports and statements to local LEOs and having McGee and Bishop take the necessary photographs of the scene.

You felt a nudge on your right-hand side, causing you to open your eyes, “Didn’t I tell you we were fine?”

You close your eyes again, leaning against DiNozzo a little more, as a small, subtle smirk appeared on your lips, “You were right. We’re fine.”

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...Even better, I'm a super hero.

Kate Bishop at the beach! Pt1. Pt.2 Pt.3

TITLE OF STORY: What’s Yours is Mine
AUTHOR: teacuphiddlesfics & cheers-mrhiddleston
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Twin AU - Jag!Tom & Exec!Tom
GENRE: Angst/Drama, Erotica
FIC SUMMARY: Meet Thomas and William Hiddleston, inseparable identical twin brothers and heirs to the phenomenally successful Hiddleston Corporations. That is, until Thomas was cut off from his family for his drug usage in university, leaving William to run the company alone. But now, their family is in shambles; a sick mum and a wash-out dad has led the fortune to run dry and the company into deep debt. With no other options, William has only one person to turn to for help: the most successful drug lord in England: his own twin, Thomas.
WARNINGS: Drug usage, explicit language, violence, sexual content 
AUTHOR NOTE: This is a collaboration between myself and teacuphiddlesfics, and we’ll be alternating writing the chapters, so make sure you’re following Christine (also at teacuphiddles) if you aren’t already! Also, check out more about the twins here.

William was falling, and Thomas was loving it.

The moment he saw the look on William’s face when he felt the power in the gun, he knew he had him. He’d known the excitement William had felt, the rush, the feel of total control, of power, because Thomas had felt it his first time too.

He was getting his brother back, one way or another.

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“Monsieur le Curé,” said the man, “you are good; you do not despise me. You receive me into your house. You light your candles for me. Yet I have not concealed from you whence I come and that I am an unfortunate man.”

The Bishop, who was sitting close to him, gently touched his hand. “You could not help telling me who you were. This is not my house; it is the house of Jesus Christ. This door does not demand of him who enters whether he has a name, but whether he has a grief. You suffer, you are hungry and thirsty; you are welcome. And do not thank me; do not say that I receive you in my house. No one is at home here, except the man who needs a refuge. I say to you, who are passing by, that you are much more at home here than I am myself. Everything here is yours. What need have I to know your name? Besides, before you told me you had one which I knew.”

I was going to draw the famous bit with the candlesticks, but y'know, there’s a whole chunk devoted to JVJ and the Bishop just talking away at the dining table, so I went with that instead. ;-)

For the New Year doodle giveaway.