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anonymous asked:

You can get gold tattoos?

Kinda. There’s gold color ink but it doesn’t have that metallic shine like actual gold would, your artist has to be really good at shading to pull something like that off. Which Reggie is, I completely trust him to do the job right.

Other option he gave me was filling the spaces of my sleeve in with UV ink, so the filigree would only show under black light

I myself am strange and unusual. 

(links below)

Bat Necklace $17.99 / Skull Necklace $14.99 / Black Gem Necklace $24.99 / Scarab Beetle Necklace $19.99 / Skull Necklace2 $14.99  / Black Filigree Necklace $19.99 / Small Bat Necklace $14.99 / Moon Necklace $17.99

Just as the pic says, we’re holding a 600 Follower Giveaway that’s also in partial celebration of my surviving a year in this dragon hell site and still going strong!

There was going to be a big pretty graphic, but there’s too many items I’d want to show, I’m not good at editing, and I didn’t want to take up people’s dashboards anymore than necessary!

So! For this giveaway, I picked a couple of my favorite sets/items and spread them out over the year for the a bit of a theme!

There will be 5 total winners! Each will get a prize pack, with the first drawn getting their first choice, the second getting their choice of what’s left, and etc., etc., down the line.

Rules:

  • To enter, just reblog with your username and ID
  • You don’t have to be following me, likes don’t count, etc.
  • Please include your prize preference in order! (Either numbers or titles)
  • This ends April 16th at 16:00 site time! Winners will be announced as soon as possible!
  • Have fun and good luck~

And the prizes are: (titled for convenience)

1. Spring:

  • One Wind Egg, one Water Egg, and one Nature Egg
  • A full set of Citrine and Peridot Flourish Jewelry
  • A full set of Celadon Silks, and a full set of Gold Filigree Armor
  • A Brown Wolf Cape and a Daisy Flowerfall

2. Summer:

  • One Light Egg, one Lightning Egg, and one Fire Egg
  • A full set of Aqumarine and Garnet Flourish Jewelry
  • A full set of Sky Silks, a full set of Iron Filigree Armor
  • A Red Wolf Cape and a Red Rose Flowerfall

3. Fall:

  • One Arcane Egg, one Plague Egg, one Earth Egg
  • A full set of Amber and Sapphire Flourish Jewelry
  • A full set of Golden Silks, a full set of Burnished Filigree Armor
  • A Gold Wolf Cape and a Marigold Flowerfall

4. Winter: 

  • One Nocturne Egg, one Ice Egg, one Shadow Egg
  • A full set of Pearl and Amethyst Flourish Jewelry
  • A full set of Gossamer Silks, a full set of Silver Filigree Armor
  • A Grey Wolf Cape and a Violet Flowerfall

5. Year-Round:

  • Your choice of an Unhatched Egg (not including a Nocturne egg)
  • Your choice of one Primary Gene, one Secondary Gene and one Tertiary Gene (treasure genes only)
  • A full set of Ebony Filigree Armor
  • A Black Wolf Cape, a Winter Wolf Cape, and a Black Tulip Flowerfall

DONE

anonymous asked:

I have a prompt if it's ok, I'd like to see your take on Regina meeting Roland at the camp. It could have OQ bonding for the first time or just more sass ('cause there's never enough). Brownie points if you include Snow/Regina friendship!

Not much farther, the thief had said. Either he had a peculiar definition of “farther,” or her legs were even heavier than she thought. Her mind still spinning after encountering the magical nexus cocooning her (no, their, she reminded herself) castle and the mystery that it promised, the fact that this dress and cape with the feathers was not made to gallivant about in the woods in (how had she done this all the time before?) and the dull, constant pain in her chest, Regina kept her eyes grimly forward, half-afraid to look back and see if they were all still following her. Our people. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She couldn’t imagine what she’d do otherwise. They’re looking at me. Watching me. I need to keep it together for them.

There was a clearing up ahead, just visible through the heavy underbrush. Regina cursed as her skirt caught, wasted several moments disentangling herself, then glanced up to see that the thief, as he had after shooting the monkey, was offering her a hand. “Not used to the forest, Your Majesty?”

“Does it look like I’m used to it?” Regina ignored his hand and swept past him with as much dignity as she could muster. Her feet were killing her.

“We’re almost there.” He kept pace with her as the weary group started to filter in, and raised a hand to beckon the hooded sentries to stand down. Regina smelled meat roasting over a fire, and her empty stomach growled loud enough that she was afraid he might have heard. He gestured to a rotten log. “Sit.”

“I am not sitting on some… dead…tree.”

“Well, we’re in rather short supply of thrones hereabouts, Your Majesty.” He pulled off a somewhat sardonic bow. “Unless you’d prefer the cold, cold ground?”

Resisting the urge to give him the sharp end of her tongue — he had saved her and Snow from that beast, after all — Regina sat with a jerk on the least soggy section of the log she could find; she might not like this dress, but she still wasn’t getting it contaminated. There she sat, watching as Robin took easy charge of the group and began ordering the preparation of dinner, wondering if she should help but not sure how. And besides, no matter this little bonding roadtrip, I’m still the queen. It wouldn’t do to go forgetting that entirely.

It began to get dark, shadows slanting thickly through the woods, and Regina unconsciously edged closer to the fire. Then footsteps crunched next to her, and Snow sat down, offering her a bowl of hot stew. “Eat up, Regina. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Regina sniffed at the stew suspiciously. “Who cooked this?”

“Little John.” A corner of Snow’s mouth twitched. “He looks like the kind of man who knows how to eat well. I’m sure it’s not poisonous.”

Regina harrumphed, but was indeed too sore and starving to resist, and even without the benefit of a spoon, began to slurp it down. It was warm and savory, heavenly, and she felt almost weak with the goodness of it, finishing her bowl while barely stopping to breathe. Guilty, she glanced up only to find Snow watching her sympathetically. “More?”

“No, I’m — ” Regina hesitated. “It’s not a problem, you should — ”

Whatever else she had been about to say, she completely forgot, her newly restored heart seizing up in her chest, as a dark-haired little boy ran out from one of the tents and gleefully threw himself around Robin’s legs. “Daddy! Daddy, you’re back!”

“Aye, that I am.” Robin, grinning widely, tossed him up in the air, caught him, and swung him around, all to the boy’s evident delight. “Were you good while I was away?”

The boy nodded eagerly — but then, catching sight of Regina, stared. “Who — who’s that?”

“That’s the e — that’s the queen.”

Something in Robin’s voice had changed, and Regina remembered what he’d said about being on the run from her black knights for so many years. Suddenly, however, she couldn’t stand the thought of this little boy knowing that, of looking at her like something mad and dangerous, and she glanced at him sharply. Wanted to say something, wanted desperately, in fact, but couldn’t think how. She bit her tongue, staring at the ground. Mute as a stupid schoolgirl.

“He’s adorable,” Snow said warmly. “Robin, is that your son?”

"Aye. My Roland.”

“Come here, sweetie.” With the ease of an experienced mother, Snow held out her arms, and Robin obligingly passed the boy into them. It seemed she had spent the entire walk back from the castle catching Robin up on the particulars of her situation, her missing daughter and grandson, and Regina felt her chest twist again. I should have left my heart in the woods. Any appetite she had had left was gone, watching Snow play with the child, and more to escape Robin’s gaze than anything, she turned her head, staring out into the dark forest, the black sky lucently filigreed with stars. Were there always so many? After years in her castle, after years in Storybrooke, she was starting to forget.

“And this,” Snow said, “is my stepmother, Regina. Can you say hello to her, Roland?”

Startled by the tug on her skirt, Regina turned back, just in time to see Roland beaming widely at her. “Hello!” he announced. “You’re beautiful!”

Robin chuckled. “You’ve got good taste already, my boy.”

Regina opened her mouth, then shut it. To her horror, she was close to tears. Instead, she managed to summon up a smile. “Thank you,” she said graciously to Roland. Felt her fingers clench with the effort of wanting to lift him into her own lap, smell his hair, think about how Henry had been at four years old, always wanting to cling to her leg, to curl up on her for his afternoon nap. She looked down at her hands, saw them shaking, curled them into fists. “You’re quite the little gentleman.”

“Here,” Snow offered. “You should hold him.”

“I — no.” Regina got to her feet. “I’m — I’m tired. It’s been a long day. I — think I need to sleep.”

“You can have my tent, my lady,” Robin offered. “It’s not much, but it’ll keep the rain off. Roland and I can find other lodgings.”

Regina stared at him again, then snapped her mouth shut with a click. She gave him an icy nod, swept past him, ducked into the tent, and as soon as she was alone, collapsed. Pulled the collar off, the mantle, the cloak, the jewels, as if she could not shed her skin fast enough, then lay down heavily among his quilts and blankets. Clutched them to her face, pulled them tight against her, imprinting Henry’s features into her memory again, terrified that she might start to lose them. Listened to a soft mist patter on the roof, the rumble of voices, talking strategy. Until at last, she began to drift off despite all her protests, and sank slowly under into dreams.