cloak clasp

Cloak of the Sun

A simple spell of protection and confidence

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

You’ll need a sunny day and very basic visualization skills. (I myself am terrible at visualization, but this spell uses external sensations to support you. It’s visualization easy mode.) Optionally, a pin or a pendant, especially one that hangs at about collarbone level, can be used as a “cloak clasp”.

  • Stand in direct sunlight, facing away from the Sun.
  • Close your eyes and feel the warmth on your back. Focus on its power. This is the source of all life on Earth. With it you can do anything.
  • Visualize this power as a covering garment. Mine tends to be glittering gold; yours might be red fire, or white light, or a shimmer in all the colors of a sunset. Make it your own.
  • Draw the cloak over your shoulders to meet in front, and over your head like a hood. Be enveloped in its power. Burn away anything that might do you harm.
  • If you’re using a “clasp”, put it on now. Imagine pinning the cloak to it, to keep it in place. This provides a tangible reminder of the cloak’s presence, and I find it helps to maintain it and to remake it next time.

It’s amazing how much better I feel after a day with my cloak on!

seanfmcguire  asked:

I have... so many questions. 1) Deep, deep in the "Jeremy isn't a gods name" tag people reference art about a new AU. Whatever kicked off this AU, isn't in the AU's tag. So, what started it off? 2) Why does Michael's cloak have a lion clasp? 3) Tell us more about Icarus & Apollo aka RichJake, please! I love them and those roles are PERFECTION. How long after Michael builds the temple and starts worshipping there does it take Jeremy to reveal himself to Michael? (Sorry, I just love this AU!)

dw i love questions that actually make sense and havent been asked before!

1.) this actually started as a joke au in a convo about how michael was cursed with too much beauty and thats literally it

2.) i hadnt actually thought much of icarus&apollo richjake because rich was originally supposed to be hyacinthus 

what i think is that icarus disobeyed his dad not because he forgot the rules but because he wanted to escape him. he couldnt escape his father on land so he went for the sky, reaching out to apollo who saw him and burned his wings then took him to olympus to stay with him

as you can see icarus made himself at home and doesnt feel the need to move out (not that jake minds cause hes gotten fond of the excitable mortal with wicked ideas and a great love for the daylight)

3.) when michael first sees jeremy it isnt because he shows himself

jeremy only barely starts noticing that michaels started believing in him because without a shrine or altar he cant really feel the weight of an offering and when he finally gets one like maybe a few months after hes in awe that someone out there actually knows hes real

i think a day after the temple is finished jeremy comes down to visit it and snoop around a bit, pacing around the pillars and up the steps to the altar and thats where michael spots him while carrying in candles for the ritual that night

jeremy, being the pussy ass bitch he is, flees on instinct and michael barely catches up to him before hes gone completely

after that encounter michaels finally sure of his beliefs and starts to visit regularly to pray to him

a year into it after a particularly bad week he calls jeremy out on his cowardice and refusal to even show signs that hes heard his prayers and thats when jeremy comes down to ‘answer him’ by placing the curse

The Iterations of Arya Stark

Within A Song of Ice and Fire, there are a number of Arya proxies you can find, both by look and by personality. I think it’s interesting to study them side by side to see what the characters have to say about her as a person, as well as the authorial intent, parallels, and possible foreshadowing. There was Lyanna, a wild beauty by most standards; Ygritte, the fiery first love; Meera, the ever-protective sister and huntress; Margaery, the cunning pretender; Jeyne, Lady of Winterfell; Leaf, a small vessel of old magic; Willow, a fierce little girl who acts as a queen; and finally Alys, the grey northern girl with a frosty winter crown. 


“Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.” (Arya, A Game of Thrones)


Something about her made him think of Arya, though they looked nothing at all alike. “Will you yield?” he asked, giving the dirk a half turn. And if she doesn’t? (Jon, A Clash of Kings)


Jojen was so solemn that Old Nan called him “little grandfather,” but Meera reminded Bran of his sister Arya. She wasn’t scared to get dirty, and she could run and fight and throw as good as a boy. (Bran, A Clash of Kings)


A few days past, he had taken Ned aside to show him an exquisite rose gold locklet. Inside was a miniature painted in the vivid Myrish style, of a lovely young girl with doe’s eyes and a cascade of soft brown hair. [..] The maid was Loras Tyrell’s sister Margaery, he’d confessed, but there were those who said she looked like Lyanna. (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)


The girl was slim, and taller than he remembered, but that was only to be expected. Girls grow fast at that age. Her dress was grey wool bordered with white satin; over it she wore an ermine cloak clasped with a silver wolf’s head. Dark brown hair fell halfway down her back. And her eyes…

That is not Lord Eddard’s daughter. (Reek, A Dance with Dragons)


A cloud of ravens was pouring from the cave, and he saw a little girl with a torch in hand, darting this way and that. For a moment Bran thought it was his sister Arya…madly, for he knew his sister was a thousand leagues away, or dead. And yet there she was, whirling, a scrawny thing, ragged, wild, her hair atangle. Tears filled Hodor’s eyes and froze there. (Bran, A Dance with Dragons)


Gendry was the closest thing to a man grown, but it was Willow shouting all the orders, as if she were a queen in her castle and the other children were no more than servants.

If she were highborn, command would come naturally to her, and deference to them. Brienne wondered whether Willow might be more than she appeared. […] Brown hair, brown eyes, skinny….could it be? Arya Stark’s hair was brown, she recalled, but Brienne was not sure of the color of her eyes. (Brienne, A Feast for Crows)


The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. […] The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. (Jon, A Dance with Dragons)


asoiaf minor characters meme: (1/10) characters ➝ JEYNE POOLE

The girl was slim, and taller than he remembered, but that was only to be expected. Girls grow fast at that age. Her dress was grey wool bordered with white satin; over it she wore an ermine cloak clasped with a silver wolf’s head. Dark brown hair fell halfway down her back. And her eyes … That is not Lord Eddard’s daughter. Arya had her father’s eyes, the grey eyes of the Starks. A girl her age might let her hair grow long, add inches to her height, see her chest fill out, but she could not change the color of her eyes. That’s Sansa’s little friend, the steward’s girl. Jeyne, that was her name. Jeyne Poole.

Some Wounds Healed

When Zuko comes down with a critical fever, and Iroh sees the waterbender in Ba Sing Se, he makes the natural choice and asks Katara to help heal his nephew. Oneshot.

Katara didn’t know what she was getting herself into, that much she knew.

But the man - Iroh was his name - he had seemed desperate. He had come out of nowhere, and had pleaded, clearly recognizing her, to help him. Her heartstrings had been pulled because of the poor man, who had never really attacked them.

The only problem was that he was pleading not for her to help him, but to help his nephew.

And Zuko was not someone Katara wanted to help. He had done nothing but attacked them, followed them, stolen her mother’s necklace, and tried to capture Aang.

He didn’t deserve her help.

But, Katara thought as she dressed in a black hood, Iroh didn’t deserve to go through the pain of losing his nephew just because said nephew was a jerk.

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Her Majesty’s Men (Prologue)

(If you know who made this picture, please let me know so I can credit them!)

Pairing: Achievement Hunters x Reader (KING AU)

Prompt: Queen (Y/N) is the fairest and most divine ruler Achievement City has ever had. And she’ll do anything for her kingdom. Anything.

Word Count: 1170

Warnings: Religion, Mentions of Murder/Execution, Cliffhanger



The Achievement City royal family was a very peculiar specimen for any examination. Many kings and queens were subject to circumstance or just plain deranged. Some kings kept wives like a harem. Some queens arranged full fledge massacres just for the fun of it. No matter the consequence or the overall ‘insanity’ of the ruler, the Lancaster family were an interesting band of royal monarchs.

Especially that of Queen (Y/N) Lancaster III.

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Waking up without Tikki and with a small little blue bird-like thing snoozing away on Marinette’s pillow was definitely warranted screaming.

At least in Marinette’s opinion.

“A-aw no, please, d-don’t scream,” the little blue thing cooed, its lip trembling. “Y-you’ll make me…” it burst into tears, very glittery tears.

“Wh-who are you?!” Marinette tried to project as much patience into her voice as possible but it was hard when she didn’t have any.

It kept bawling, desperately wiping away tears. “P-Plume. M-My name is Plume.”

Marinette chewed her lip, fear for Tikki making her heart race in her chest. “Are you a kwami, Plume?”

Plume brightened, wiping away stray tears as she fought to smile. “Yes! I’m your kwami!”

“Y-you, but, I didn’t, but what’s- where’s the miraculous?” And Tikki, where’s my Tikki.

Plume’s eyes dropped. “Check your hair and your ears, Ladybug.” her voice was solemn.

Marinette hesitantly lifted a hand to her hair, finding the short dark hair elegantly pinned back with a peacock pin rather than in its usual pigtails. Her fingers at her ear, she noticed no earrings that marked her as Ladybug.

“I-I, when? H-How? Tikki?” Marinette could feel the prickle of tears.

Plume sighed, floating over to perch on her shoulder. “Tikki had some business to attend to, Miss Marinette. I promise, she didn’t at all want to leave. She put the miraculous in your hair as you slept. She gives you her love.”

“W-Will she be back?” Her TIkki, her Tikki was gone.

Plume’s smile was bright and radiant. “Oh yes! Soon, very soon! I am her stand-in! Plume, at your service. When you say ‘transform me’, you become Aviaire!”

Marinette was still wrapping her head around the fact that Tikki was gone. She had left, with no goodbye, no warning.

“Oh, Miss Marinette,” Plume gently brushed aside the tears that slid down Marinette’s cheek. “Tikki will be back very soon.”

Marinette sniffled. “Th-Thank you Plume. Now,” Marinette wiped the rest of her tears with the heel of her hand before putting on a bright smile. “Tell me all about Aviaire.”

Plume, Marinette noticed, was very… emotional. When she was happy, she seemed like her whole world was full of bright sunshine. When she was upset, the world seemed dark and dreary with no sunlight to break through the heavy clouds.

Plume was very pretty too. Marinette loved the deep blue color of her and her feathers were so lovely with their dots of red. The red dot in the center of Plume’s forehead reminded Marinette of the Hindi wedding fashion she had studied for her designs.

“So, urr that’s pretty much it. I don’t think I forgot anything.” Plume’s smile was beautiful. “That’s never happened before.”

Marinette smiled. “I know how you feel.”

“Are you feeling better, Miss Marinette?” Plume asked, with affection in her eyes.

“Just Marinette is fine. Yes, yes, I’m better.” As great as I could be without my kwami.

“Marinette! You’ll be late!” Marinette’s mother called.


Marinette didn’t even make it to school when she heard the screams.

“Already?” Marinette groaned. “Well, Plume, are you ready?”

Plume floated out of Marinette’s bag. “Absolutely!”

“Tikki, transform me!” Marinette called.

Plume stared at her, a little sheepish.

“Oh,” Marinette blushed. “Sorry, Plume, transform me!”

The transformation was different from Ladybug’s. Blue, rather than red, sparks covered her, leaving a suit in their wake. The suit itself was a work of art. Not as practical as her Ladybug suit but what could she expect from a peacock miraculous?

Two fans like rows of peacock feathers were attached to her hips. Marinette was cloaked, the clasp over her collarbone. The cloak fell behind her, designed like a peacock’s tail feathers. The suit itself slid from a deep blue at her shoulders to a light, sky blue at her hips where it ended in a skirt. Marinette could appreciate a good skirt but fighting in one could definitely prove to be a challenge. Her legs were clad in black, the same material as the part of the suit that covered her chest and torso. Three feathers shot out from the middle of Marinette’s blue mask.

Sure, it was very pretty, but she would have to test its practicality.

As she ran for the akuma, the cloak billowed around her. Marinette could almost swear it was making her faster.

The akuma, it seemed, was putting the city of Paris to sleep. They glided down the streets leisurely in a beautiful dress like the night sky, emitting a perfume into the air. People in the vicinity immediately dropped, not dead, but asleep. The akuma hummed quietly, a lullaby-like tune.

“Hey! Your singing is awful!” Marinette- no, Aviaire yelled, trying to catch their attention.

The akuma turned slowly to her. “Ha, Ladybug, you are no match for… who are you?”

Aviaire rolled her eyes. “None of your business.”

“Well, whoever you are, I am Dreary Dream, and I shall take yours, Ladybug’s, and Chat Noir’s miraculouses!” Dreary Dream laughed, soothing voice gone. “Now come here, little birdy.”

Aviaire laughed. “In your dreams.”

She held her breath as she flipped over the akuma, searching and scanning for the akuma’s object.

“Who are you?!” Aviaire sighed. That was definitely Chat’s voice. How was she going to explain this.

Aviaire turned to see Chat who was standing very defensively, claws out, a near snarl on his face. “Territorial, are you, kitty?”

“No offense, but the last time we had a new ‘hero’ they turned out to be an akuma that nearly took my Lady’s miraculous.” Chat growled. “It’s not happening again.”

“Lucky for you, your Lady isn’t going to turn up-”

“Cease your banter!” Dreary Dream rolled their eyes. “Give me your miraculouses!”

Chat rolled his eyes before launching himself at the akuma, quickly bringing them to the ground. “Hard to fight in a dress, isn’t it? I was definitely better than you at it, though.” Chat grinned.

“Check the earrings!” Aviaire called.

She could see Chat grimace, reaching for the earrings that seemed to emit the perfume.

“Chat, look out!”

Chat dropped aside, very much asleep.

“That stupid kitten.” Aviaire muttered, fans wielded.

She held the fan up to her nose, waving it to ward off the perfume and headed over to the akuma who was struggling under Chat’s dead weight.

“Not today, Hawk Moth,” Aviaire smiled, breaking the earring in half and letting the akuma out. “Plume!” Aviaire buried her face in her hands. “You didn’t tell me how to cure!”

Aviaire caught the butterfly in her hands, already feeling its evil seep into her skin. “Um, uh, miraculous ladybug? Uh… miraculous paon? Miraculous peacock? Dammit, Plume- whoa.”

Aviaire’s words broke off as a light glowed between her gloves. The blue light faded away and she spared a peek at the little butterfly in her hands. It was white, pure and free of evil.

Aviaire sighed, letting the butterfly go. “Now how do I…”

Just hold your cloak in both hands and give a lil shake! Plume had said. Aviaire held up her cloak in both hands, and shook from side to side.

Sparkles flowed from the cloak, turning into white feathers as they swept up by the wind. The people began lifting their heads, eyes still full of sleepiness. The damage Dreary Dream had caused erased.

“Did you… just cleanse the akuma? Where is… where is my Lady?” Chat’s voice was quiet, still cold.

“Chat,” Aviaire sighed. “Look, I didn’t use my power and neither did you. Let’s meet at the Eiffel Tower in five? I’ll explain everything.”

“What if you kill me and take my miraculous?” Chat raised an eyebrow.

Aviaire rolled her eyes. “When has Hawkmoth ever sent out two akumas at once? He can only have one champion. I thought you would have more observation skills than that, kitty.”

“Don’t call me that.” his voice was venom. “I’ll meet you there but don’t expect me to trust you.”

lmao when did i write this peacock mari holy shit

Building the Machine: Part 2, Breaking Down the Parts, Picking Materials

Part 1, Collecting References

Now that you have all your references, how do you get started? The first thing to do with any costume is to break things down into its base parts. Let’s use another Automata character as an example.

Her outfit can be broken down into the following parts:

  • Cloak
  • Shirt
  • Pants
  • Belt
  • Weapon
  • Boots
  • Gloves
  • Kneepads
  • Hip holster

When you break a costume down into its base components, it’s easier to see the individual pieces and pick a starting place. When you begin working on a piece, you might have to break things down even further. For example, the cloak can be further broken into the cloak, hood, tassles, decorations, and cloak clasp. Alternately, you can group things together; the gloves, kneepads, and hip holster could easily be grouped together as “accessories.” 

So how about the machine?

We broke it down as follows:

  • Head
  • Torso
  • Curved neck/shoulder/back portion
  • Arms
  • Legs
  • Electronics - Eyes
  • Electronics - Cooling
  • Undersuit

While “Electronics - Eyes” could belong with the head, we’re breaking it out as a specific thing we want to remember. “Electronics - Cooling” is also important so we want to make sure we build things with that in mind. If you need a wig or a specific makeup job, those need to be considered too. 

The other thing we had to do was reassign the proportions. As you can see in the picture, the machine is shorter than a human with the shoulders lower and hands reaching the knees. The hands and legs are also very skinny. How do you translate that to a human?

 Take a picture of yourself against a neutral background (front, ¾, side, back). If you have an image editing program, you can reduce opacity to 50-75%. Now you have a template you can print out to draw on or use an image editing program to scale images to. This is useful for scaling costumes with unusual proportions, but can also be good for scaling large props, or serving as a template for an original design.

This method helped us figure out the proportions for the machine as well as how to do the arms and legs. We also decided what to build the limbs from; Sintra and styrene because we have plenty of both on hand. Using materials we already have means we can put the budget toward other things. Both are also lightweight and durable.

We had a few ideas on how to do the head (paper mache, slush-casting), but decided to see if we could find something pre-made. After visiting a few plastic stores and home improvement stores and not finding anything, we found an acrylic globe online (that can be picked up at Home Depot; go figure). 

For the torso, we originally wanted to find a garbage can or some other kind of large tube. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find a large tube or a garbage can that wouldn’t require large amounts of surfacing. We decided to go with EVA foam for the outside with a plastic frame on the inside. For the curved shoulder/back part we’re thinking about carving XPS board, but we haven’t fully decided yet.

Have plans in mind, but stay flexible too. Remember money isn’t the only cost, but also time, both for making and finding materials. 

That wraps up this write-up. The next update will be the start of the build. See you then!

Where you go, I follow

Originally posted by tinysofia

So I was having too much free time on my hands and this is the result. I`m not sure yet, is it going be 3-5 parts long or does it turn into a series. Do tell what you think. I have to give little credit for @princess-of-erebor1992 who helped me figure out the town´s name, ( so it isn´t mine originally ) and how to proceed with this. Thank you sweetheart!

Warnings: none

Pairing: Thorin x reader 

Again, english isn´t my first language so any mistakes / errors that are occured grammatically, I`m sorry. You have been warned. Enjoy!   

part 1 part 2 part 3

Sun was already going down when you reached borders of The Shire. You sighed and pulled your dark green cloak´s hood over your head, hoping that either you reach your destination before midnight or find somewhere safe enough to make camp. How in the world you ended up into this situtation in the first place? Oh yes…..thanks to a certain wizard, that`s how. Honestly, why he had to come and ruin your happy life you had managed to built in Ered Luin. As your horse continued to walk steadily towards the woods, your mind wandered back to the time when you first met your fiance and your friendship started to form.


You walked down the busy cobblestoned street middle of the human town looking around. Everyone was busy doing their own business, small shops settled alongside the street were open for today and the noise what came from people who were buzzing with each other made your head spin.
You liked visiting in the markets but it was also very exhausting because you weren´t exactly someone who enjoyed the massive crowds but you needed a new weapon, so here you were, navigating throught it as best as you could, hoping to find what you are looking for so you can get back on the road.

You were so deep in your own mind that you didn´t pay much of attention where you were going. Suddenly you bumped into something hard…..and sturdy.
“I´m sorry, didn´t mean to……” you started looking up to see what or who did you stumble upon to. But you never get to finish your sentence because your breath is caught up in your throat.The person turnes to look at you with the most piercing and beautiful sapphire blue eyes you´ve ever seen. Raven black locks sway lightly at the morning breeze and you can´t help but to stare at the stranger right in the eyes like you´re under a spell.
“The fault is mine, my lady, I shouldn´t stand in the middle of the road.”  a velvety, baritone voice said making you shiver. Apparently your silent mouth-open, eyes wide-stare got him worried, because he then touched your shoulder giving it a light squeeze. “Are you alright, my lady?”  This snapped you back to reality and offered him a shy smile. “Yes…..I´m alright. I´m sorry if I stared at you. It was very rude of me.”  A stranger chuckled quietly, dropping his hand of your shoulder. “May I ask your name?”
Looking up a little surprised and hesitated for a moment before answering. “Y/N, at your service. And you are….? If I may ask?”

“Thorin Oakenshield, at yours.”
he answered slightly bowing his head. Thorin? No…..The Thorin?? Your whole body stiffened at the realization of who was standing in front of you.  "No way……“ you spoke out loud before you could bite your tongue. The second those two words came out of your mouth, you slapped your left hand over it taking a step back. Thorin smirked and was clearly amused by your reaction. ” I assume you know who I am then.“  You let out a small sound that was something between a squeal and a groan. ”…..yes…..You are the heir to the throne of Erebor, son Thrâin, son of Thrôr.“ you said, starting to fiddle the hem of your tunic. God, you couldn`t remember the last time you were this nervous.  ” And you are one of the Rangers of the North.“
You were shocked at first, that Thorin would recognise you as a ranger. But then again….your clothes were the first clue. Dark green trousers, black leather boots, green shirt matching your cloak, which was held by cloak-clasp shaped like a 6-pointed star. Your bow in your back was also quite unique looking which also told Thorin that you were little more than just another daughter of Men. Look on his face was curious as his gaze wandered over you slowly. "I´m little curious…..What a ranger like yourself is doing here?”

You bit your lower lip, you weren´t sure if you wanted to tell him how you managed to lose your sword while fighting your way out of Rohan. Damn those orcs. You heard about this town from a fellow rangers, telling that Caryd Luin had the best weapons, mainly because they were made by dwarves. The town located near Ered Luin or Blue Mountains as race of Men liked to called it. Thorin was patiently waiting for you to answer him. Sighing you threw your head back looking up to the sky for a moment and finally decided to tell him why you were there. He listened without interrupting you. When you finished, he lifted one of his eyebrows. “Why you are so embarrassed by it? Even the greatest and the most skilled warriors can lose their weapons in the heat of battle… me, it can happen even to the best of us.” Thorin comfort you. Why he was doing that? He doesn´t know you. He´s not obligated to do that to a mere stranger. Why would he take his time to make you feel better, it was beyond your understanding.
Thorin turned his back on you and started to walk away but stopped after few steps and looked back at you. “Are you coming?”   “What?” you blinked not quite understanding why you should follow him. You looked around the people who weren´t paying attention to the two of you. Great, if you needed help, count them out. “You need a new sword. I can help you with that.” Thorin stated in a matter-of-fact way and started walking and you didn´t have much of a choice but to follow him. He knew this town better than you after all.

You followed him to the area where you could see one of the blacksmith´s forgery was located. Silently you followed Thorin inside and felt little uneasy at first. “So….what kind of sword you had in mind?” Thorin asked walking towards the worktop taking out a parchment and a piece of charcoal. “What?” you stared at him bewildered expression on your face. Did you hear him correctly? “What kind of sword did you have in mind?” he repeated turning to look at you. Was he gonna….no way….really? Oh yes he was. The Thorin Oakenshield was going to forge you a sword. You couldn´t believe your luck. “Ummm….the kind of sword that I`m able to wield with ease, I suppose. I don´t like it to be too heavy or too long, given that I´m kind a small person.” you tapped your chin while answering and looked how Thorin made notes. “So you prefer short sword?” he asked glancing up from the parchment before continued writing. You nodded letting your gaze taking in Thorin´s appearance. He was surpisingly tall for a dwarf, his beard was short and you saw at least two silver beads fastened into his braids. His arms were muscular enough, tell-tale sign of the strength that was hiding under that skin. His broad chest almost beckoning you to kiss and caress it, sturdy middle and strong tights….Oh, he was one fine looking male, his whole demeanor screaming “I´m alpha, don´t mess with me.” It almost made you want to moan out loud.

Someone clearing his throat got you  back from thinking the most inappropriate thoughts and you focused your eyes on Thorin´s face. The look on his face told you that he had caught your gaze and knew exactly what you were thinking. Your face turned almost crimson and lowered your eyes trying to avoid his intense stare. For Valar´s sake girl! Get a hold of yourself! This is not the time or the place to crave that hot and sinfully handsome dwarf prince like you are some lovesick yearling.

You haven´t noticed that when you were having  your little daydream, Thorin had also let his gaze wander over you again, now that he had more time and there wasn´t dozen or so humans walking around him forcing him to be aware of his surroundings. You were small, only about Thorin´s height and quite slender. Your long Y/H/C hair falling down your back in light waves. Thorin also noticed that althought you were slim, you still had curves and all in the right places which made Thorin painfully aware of the stirring in his trousers. And that blush on your face was quite cute in his eyes. There was no denying it, there was definitely a mutual attraction between you two. He felt a strong pull like flame attracted a moth to fly into it. “What did I get myself into this time?”  Thorin thought to himself looking at you with dilated pupils feeling his heart rate quickening. Shaking his head he turned his attention back to the parchment and tried to calm himself. This was going to be a very long day.

Concubine Atem Au

So, I’ve been holding onto this for awhile. I thought I’d share it, since I heard you all like swap aus. Yugi is the Japanese emperor and Atem is the younger of two princes. He was trained to be a male concubine, and sent to Yugi as tribute for a treaty. There’s no set time period stated, so imagine it in whatever era strikes your fancy. Enjoy!

“Who is that man sitting in the garden for my concubines?” The emperor asked the group settled about his office. His royal violet eyes, one of the trademarks of his family, gazed upon a dusky, darkly tanned male. The male was dressed in the ancient dress of Egypt, but the cloth was Japanese in origin. As if sensing a watchful gaze, the male turned as he tucked lightning bolt like blond bangs back. Soulful dark red eyes met his gaze, both gasping. The emperor spoke again. “Bring him to me immediately. I’ll be in my private parlor, the one I don’t see annoyances in.”

One of his loyal retainers, a tall blond, leapt up. Brown eyes glanced out the window. The taller male was gone quickly. Meanwhile, the emperor refused to let the red eyed male from his sight. He held out his arm, hand extended to the other in invitation. “Come to me, my desert beauty.”

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Watch Out Below (7)

You were shivering uncontrollably when you woke and somehow you were even more achy than the morning before. Beneath you, the ground was damp and the air around you chilly. Your head slipped from your bag and you wriggled in the dirt like a fish as you struggled to get yourself into a sitting position. Finally sitting up, you looked over at snoring dwarf king beneath his heavy cloak; a stab of jealousy rising in you.

You could hear the steady sheet of rain pattering on the outside of the canvas and you sighed with dread. You would no doubt be trudging through the muck and while your jacket was nice, it would be soaked through in no time. You straightened your legs, trying to stretch the cramps out before your dug your feet into the dirt. You needed to get moving or the aches would only grow worse; a few hops around the tent would do.

You tried to rock yourself forward onto your feet but fell back onto your butt with a stifled grunt. You tried several more times before you were out of breath and nearly ready to cede defeat. Catching your breath, you turned yourself over and managed to steady yourself on your knees. One good sway backwards and you would be upright; you were not so helpless as you seemed.

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e-crippens  asked:

What do you think the hogwarts uniforms should be like? (Also this blog is so perfect I love it so much)

First of all thank you very much! But now, robes: according to the books, Hogwarts students wear plain black robes. There isn’t anything on the robes that distinguishes house, (this is supported by confusion of the house identity of some individuals in the book based on appearance), but there is (according to me and nothing in canon) the Hogwarts Crest on the breast of the robes. I think of these robes as “academic day dress,” which must be worn during the school day, but is not required on weekends, at dinner, etc, except by on-duty prefects whose turn it is to patrol halls or proctor the library or common room. The rest of the time, students can wear what they wish, but are subject to a reasonable level of appropriateness.

Madam Malkin’s (and maybe also Twilfitt and Tattings, who knows) appears to be the carrier for Hogwarts robes, but I have imagined you can get your robes tailored to one of several styles based on my personal opinion of what robes are—that is, you can have full length robes, shorter robes to be worn with trousers (NOT JEANS) or under-robes underneath, sleeveless robes to be worn with under-robes. Robes can also be tailored to be as loose or tight as one requires. So, there is a certain level of variety, but it’s not house-based.

On fancy dress occasions—the Sorting, specials feasts like Halloween, whenever the board of trustees is visiting, dinners with visiting schools during the Triwizard Tournament—a slightly different level dress is required. Under-robes and trousers must be black, sneakers and sandals are not permitted as footwear, and the pointed hats that everyone forgets are actually part of the uniform must be worn.

Lastly, there is also the cloak with silver clasp to be worn in winter, as noted in the books.

Anyway, as you can see, my opinion is based partly on being a boarding school student and partly just pulled out of thin air with very little canon support, but you asked.

Thanks again!

Valentines Day Special- Thranduil Fanfiction

“You’ve disobeyed me,” The King of Mirkwood says quietly, trailing the seam of your cloak with his bleached aspen staff. His eyes shine with displeasure behind his silver domino mask. He is Winter tonight, draped in an ivory brocade bespeckled with tiny white diamonds. His bone-white headdress of interlocked antlers make him seem even more imposing and intimidating than usual.

“…I haven’t…disobeyed you,” you manage, bumping up against the wall. You’re trembling like a cornered rabbit. “Not exactly-”

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