colorful crest

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NOT PEAFOWL, BUT COOL COUSINS

1. Giant Argus (Argusianus argus) displaying - largest bird in the family, larger than a peacock

2. Crested Argus (Rheinardia ocellata)

3. Crested Argus - showing raised crest

There are 8 species of Peacock Pheasants,
these are the prettiest in my opinion

3. Malayan Peacock Pheasant (Polyplectron malacense) pair. male displaying

4. Palawan Peacock Pheasant (Polyplectron napoleonis) pair, male displaying

5. Male Palawan Peacock Pheasant tail closed

6. Grey Peacock Pheasant (Polyplectron bicalcaratum) pair, male displaying

the aesthetics of the gods
  • Aphrodite: the bruises of love bites left by lovers on necks and thighs; smudged lipstick from hasty kisses; blood red roses with their sharp thorns still intact; the way you hug someone you love when you reunite after a lengthy separation
  • Apollo: polished instruments gleaming, held like the most precious of jewels by their owners; a sunny day with a clear blue sky where there are no clouds in sight; the rough script of poems penned out on scraps of paper or napkins before they're forgotten; when music is so loud that you feel it reverberating in your bones; the pale lines of fading scars
  • Ares: the hands of a fighter, short finger nails and bloodied knuckles; split lips that have scabbed over; the smooth and intricate lines of old weapons you see mounted on museum walls; deep trenches dug out from the earth; the way barbed wire contrasts against whatever it surrounds
  • Artemis: loose braids with wild flowers slipped in; the majesty of tall trees stretching up endlessly towards the heavens; the wide and captivating eyes of wild deer; cloudy nights where the moon is just barely peeking through; the colorful fletching of arrows drawn back to rest upon cheeks and along jaws
  • Athena: the straight and steady way a soldier stands at attention; fingertips smudged with ink; a stack of books to read piled on the floor or a nightstand; eyes gleaming with the glow of new ideas; the quiet and contemplative aura of museums and libraries
  • Demeter: the way sunlight catches dust motes in the air through the gaps in the leaves of the trees; the feeling of life you get from standing in the middle of an orchard with bees buzzing around you; crocuses and snowdrops peeking through the last dredges of winter's snow
  • Hades: the bleached bones of animals in the forest when moss has begun to engulf them; the way that graveyard angels look like they're weeping in the rain; the solemn aura of old churches, citadels, synagogues, temples, and mosques
  • Hephaestus: the pleasure of holding something you've created in your palms; the soft glow of heated metal; the intricate beauty of cogs and gears fitting together precisely and working in tandem; the smooth and polished surfaces of high-rise business buildings
  • Hera: the lacy white of flowing wedding gowns; the way a couple's hands look clasped together; pairs of old wedding rings that are scratched from years of use; the feeling of surrealism that comes from looking at old family portraits; getting used to sharing a space with someone else and then seeing the mannerisms you've unknowingly adopted from them
  • Hermes: the way that the low beam headlights of a car touch the roads that stretch ever onwards at night; old maps yellowed at the corners from their age; the way that things rush past when you look out the window of a car or train; quick hands slipping deftly into pockets and taking what they find
  • Hestia: the light and protection of street lights in an otherwise dark city; the warmth of your bed on cold winter mornings; the heat of a fire as you sit around it with people you love; the comfort of a home-cooked meal
  • Poseidon: the way light looks when you're seeing it shine down from deep underwater; the effervescent colors of cresting waves; the eery beauty of shipwrecks; the ripples created when you trail your fingertips through still waters; dust clouds kicked up by the passing of strong hooves
  • Zeus: the way that storm clouds darken the edge of the horizon; silhouettes framed against the sky by flashes of lightning; the splay of feathers of a bird's outstretched wings; the polished and tarnished brass of old fashioned scales

accidentalkilljoys  asked:

okay but what if Derek was a hug deliveryman and Stiles ordered a hug

“Stiles Stilinski?”

Stiles looks up, his mouth dropping open when he reaches the pinnacle of stubbled beauty that is the man’s face. 

“Oh wow,” he says, “wow, I would not have called the leather.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Stiles kind of wants to marry his eyebrows. There’s something kind of Bronte about them, dark and brooding, like they could carry him across a windswept moor. He might be wearing a dress in this scenario. He’s comfortable in his masculinity. 

“You’re a little later than I was expecting -” he raises an eyebrow, his pause expectant. 

“Derek.”

“Derek, right. I am running late for forensics, Derek, so we’ll do the whole getting to know you thing next time, okay?” Stiles pushes his chair back with a hideous screech and regards him for a second. He figures, first time, he should probably go with the clasped hands back pounding bro-hug, only under the leather jacket there’s a forest-green henley that just looks like it smells really good, and Stiles has never been good with temptation. He slides his arms between the henley and the jacket, steps in close, presses himself against body heat and a certain rigidity that melts pretty quickly into Derek’s arms around his back, perfect pressure, snuggly bliss. 

Stiles steps back and beams

“That was - shit, perfect. Thanks, Derek.” 

“Yeah,” Derek says. He looks bemused, almost dazed. Stiles’d go in for round two only he catches sight of a clock over Derek’s shoulder and swears, slings his bag over his shoulder, runs

*

He honestly does know better than to hang out on Craigslist, Scott, he does, but where can you go wrong with a hug delivery service? That’s like hating puppies, Scott. Why would you hate the puppies? 

Scott, sounding frustrated and a little worried and kinda reluctantly amused, insists that he doesn’t hate the puppies. 

Right, Stiles agrees, because all of his plans are amazing and a hug delivery service couldn’t possibly be wrong. Right? 

It’s so much easier to read agreement into everything Scott says when they’re only calling. There are unexpected advantages to college. 

(There’s a weird email, apologising for the mix up at the coffee shop. 

Hey, Stiles sends back, I didn’t mind that you were late, no worries. And then, greatly daring, so about getting to know each other…

He honestly does know better than to pass out his actual address on the internet, okay, he does, but… y’know. Puppies.)

*

Derek’s early. 

No leather this time, though, which is thoughtful of him, just a dark red sweater with thumb holes that should possibly be illegal. 

“Hey,” Stiles says, eager and happy and grinning all over his face, and this time it triggers a tiny smile in return. “Hey, Derek.”

“Stiles,” Derek says. “Look -” 

“Are you okay to do this sitting down, this time?”

Derek’s eyebrows huddle together for warmth (the windswept moors will do that to you) but he doesn’t look exactly averse, so Stiles tugs him by the sleeve towards the sinfully comfortable eyesore of a couch, getting him situated in the corner and then leaning back against him, pulling Derek’s arm around him. He tips his head back against Derek’s shoulder and moans, faintly. 

“I swear, Derek,” he says, “you were made for me.” 

Derek doesn’t respond. His arm maybe tightens, a little. 

(A little while later, halfway into Serenity, Stiles thinks he maybe hears knocking at the door, but frankly he’s in the best damn hug of his life thus far and nothing short of fire alarms is getting him out of it.

Derek huffs into his hair. Stiles is taking that as agreement.)

***

Laura turns around when the door opens, cocking her head to one side at her brother’s appearance - he’s flushed, and a little rumpled, and almost smiling

“So,” she says, “did you give the neighbor kid the parcel we took in, yet?” 

Derek glares at her, eyebrows lowering, a wash of bright color cresting on his cheeks. 

“I’m working on it.” The tilting of his mouth looks almost involuntary. “I’ll try again tomorrow,” he says. 

so today, I did the thing. I stepped out of my comfort zone and I went and auditioned for a world class color guard. I went out there and I gave everything I had and I earned an understudy spot with pacific crest. While this might not seem like a big deal to anyone, it’s a huge deal to me because I’ll be the first guard member from my school to march corps and I also have only had 4 seasons of true, proper, technical training. Previous instructors never really focused on technique with me and never pushed me to work hard and achieve more. Another reason why this is such a big deal is that this was my first formal audition. In high school, we’ve always done the “oh? You’re here? You can count? Welcome to the team” audition.
But most of all, I’m so happy that I was able to hold my own with kids who were so much better than me. I was literally, the worst one there. I just did everything I could and decided that it didn’t matter what happened at 7pm. What mattered was the moment.

I’ve been wanting to share my opinion on this for so long, but I was waitong for a HQ image to come out. I’ll talk by groups, let’s get going!

●Takeru & Hikari:
•The hell are you guys even supposed to be? They have like skates on their feet?? And Takeru totally MADE Hikari wear that messy hat.
•At least their Digimon look cute and the headset is lovely, Hikari’s has Tailmon’s ear and Takeru’s has Patamon’s ear/wing whatever.
•Takeru is so gay in this one I mean to me he already is my gay son (sorry Takari shippers) but this just confirmed it to me.
•I love how Hikari’d wearing her typical colors and the whistle, well done 👏

●Koushiro & Jou:
•My second favorite group in here!!! They’re the nerds of the gang, I think being sort of DJs really fit them.
•Jou looks SO GOOD oh my God he turned out to be one handsome lad like you goo Joooooo!
•Koushiro’s wearing purple ans Jou’s wearing grey - which made me notice the fact that they’re all wearing their crest’s colors!!! So cute.
•Gomamon wins me over EVERYTIME.

●Sora, Mimi and PEGGY (Meiko):
•The three of them look ADORABLE.
•Mimi’s bow just fits her so well I love how her hair looks in here. I don’t like how stiff Sora’s hair looks ugh.
•Sora as the singer, tho!!!! Never saw that one coming, I’m living!!!! I guess Mimi and Meiko are the chorists?
•Piyomon’s wearing a tiny hat and that just melted my heart I can’t stop crying!!!
•Meiko isn’t blushing for once and I adore her beret!
•Again, I love how their shirts’ color match with their crests’. I’m guessing Meiko’s crest is sort of wine-ish?
•Meicoomon with those two lollipops is adorable I usually don’t like her but she looks cute in here.

●Taichi & Yamato:
•First things’ first, why the heck is Taichi the singer when in canon his voice’s awful 😂 really, Toei? Did you think we’d forget??
•They both look so handsome but specially Yamato like OH MY GOD ISHIDA, CAN YOU NOT.
•Agumon looks drunk, is he okay?
•Is Gabumon singing as well??? Can this get any weirder? 😂
•Yamato!!! And his bass!!! I can’t stop staring!!!!
•The fact that Taichi kept his goggles on even with the costume on?? I approve.
•Again, Taichi’s wearing slight orange and Yamato slight blue. Very nice detail!

I loved this whole idea, very fun to see :)

Prince!Jeno

▪ Warrior
▪ Honestly wears his crown more than you’d think
▪ His cloak is wine ( color ref. page )
▪ Crest is burned into his upper, right chest
▪ Refused to be one of those ‘soft’ princes
▪ Not that he isn’t soft
▪ He just believes in the more aggressive side
▪ He doesn’t feel the need to get married
▪ He’s got 16 brothers
▪ Let them do it
▪ Grew up practicing with Taeil
▪ The most skilled swordsman in the Kingdom
▪ Even besting his oldest brother
▪ Smirks after every trial because
▪ ‘It’s not a test, when we already know the result, Father.’
▪ Often goes out to patrol
▪ Accompanied by Charon
▪ His wolf
▪ Often found near the blacksmith
▪ Helping with weapons
▪ And armor
▪ Quiet
▪ Almost mysterious
▪ Doesn’t say much to anyone
▪ Including his family
▪ When it comes to celebrations, and balls
▪ He generally keeps close to the throne
▪ Would most likely be mistaken for a guard if not for how he was dressed
▪ Not to his liking
▪ ‘You, are a prince. Therefor, you will dress like a prince.’ - Taeyong, laying the clothes out for him
▪ ‘I didn’t ask to be a prince.’ - Him
▪ ‘That isn’t my problem, Jeno. Why are you trying to upset mother?!’ - Taeyong
▪ Often gets into fights with his older siblings for not wanting to be a royal
▪ He wants to fight
▪ And help the nation
▪ Not sit inside, watching people die
▪ Expresses his inner thoughts to Jaehyun
▪ Or Mark
▪ Because apparently they are the only ones who will listen
▪ Sneaks out a lot
▪ Has a secret love for nature
▪ ‘It’s pure. Despite the harsh treatment of the world.. It’s truly the only pure thing left.’

Love -
▪ You weren’t supposed to be there
▪ You could have been killed
▪ He knew who you were
▪ You were a servant
▪ He saw you watching all of his trials, pretending the clean something
▪ One day, he caught you around the weaponry
▪ Wielding a sword
▪ One that went crashing to the ground when he stepped out
▪ Arms crossed
▪ ‘Only a Prince should be touching these. What are you doing in here?’ - Him
▪ You nearly fell over, panicking
▪ After all, you didn’t want to end up in more trouble that you had been before
▪ ‘Don’t worry. I can teach you how to fight, if you’d like?’ - Him
▪ You snort
▪ ‘Do you think I need your help?’
▪ Dueling
▪ You practice on each other in the forest
▪ He never imagined actually hurting you
▪ You were on the same level of himself
▪ Unless you faltered
▪ And, he almost decapitated you
▪ Your collar poured blood from where his sword caught the skin
▪ ‘Shit!’
▪ He was furious
▪ ‘You should have blocked better!’ - Him
▪ He’s never yelled at you before
▪ And, now he was beyond angry
▪ You began tearing up as he continued on
▪ Looking down, he finally fell silent
▪ ‘I… I’m sorry- I just- you could have gotten hurt even worse.. and.. it would have been my fault,’
▪ Before you could respond
▪ He continued
▪ ‘I can’t lose the only other thing in the world that makes sense to me. It would be even worse if I lose you to my own hand.’
▪ Despite the tears, and blood
▪ You pushed into his arms
▪ Kissing him deeply
▪ ‘I love you, so much.’ - Him
▪ You took a moment to say it back
▪ He was on cloud 9
▪ The family knew
▪ They weren’t blind
▪ Plus, when the two youngest come to the throne room screaming about what they’d seen
▪ You lived in the palace from then on, in his room
▪ You knew you’d have to be patient when he went to war
▪ You only hoped he’d soon return
▪ Or, return at all


a/n - kind of want to turn the ending into an angst scenario…..
Also, this is for the anon requesters, as well as the lovely @jeno-xoxo ; vnv

The Senju were immensely wealthy

You can see here that Tajima and Izuna are wearing armor of the same color. It is different from the one Tobirama is wearing, whereas Butsuma is wearing red armor.

Above we see that the Uchiha are not wearing armor, where as the Senju consistently do. Hashirama is very young and is wearing fitted armor - meaning it is just his size - quite unusual.

Above, we see the same, except that only Izuna is wearing armor. Izuna, the person Madara will protect at any cost. From this I gather that armor is valued and desired.

EDIT: When the Uchiha have armor, they don’t have the full armor - the shoulder, arm and forearm pieces are missing for Izuna.

Even more Senju children are wearing fitted armor - not just Hashirama. This is likely 10 - 15 years that we see that the Senju can still afford armor. I say ‘afford’ because when the Uchiha do have armor, it is in a similar style to the Senju - meaning it is likely from the same supplier.

Last but not least. Formal wear for Uchiha looks very similar to what they would wear on the battle field, save for the sash around the waist as opposed to belts. The Senju wear light colored clothes with their crest stitched on it. 

EDIT: Light colored clothes have higher maintenance associated with them, compared to darker colors. This is another show of wealth.

The Uchiha do not have their crest.

Until they have settled into the new village. The Uchiha children are wearing the crest.

And the adults are wearing their crest. We can see here that when the Uchiha decide to no longer listen to Madara, they are wearing their crests.

This image is from Itachi’s narration of Madara’s life story so perhaps it should be taken with a grain of salt but the overall trend is that the Uchiha’s wealth hadn’t been all that much before but it had been waning since Madara became leader. The Uchiha gained a higher quality of life by joining with the Senju. 


This piece is from The Samurai: A Military History

Thoughts?

xiz0r  asked:

I need Fenris & Hawke fluff! As their relationship develops, I always assumed Fenris would increasingly stay over Hawke's mansion more often. Having been on the run for so long, I don't imagine Fenris would have much belongings and I want to read about Hawke giving him some lounging clothes or something like that to make him feel more comfortable at home. Maybe Orana would've given Hawke a hand at picking out some of those. Bonus if theres a fluffy bathrobe with the Hawke crest on it in there!

“I got you something,” Hawke said, and Fenris, warm and slightly dozing, quirked his lips and didn’t open his eyes.

“Again?” he asked, the deep rumble of his voice low and content, and he felt Hawke’s arms for a moment tighten around him, felt the scratch of his beard against an ear as he kissed his hair. Fenris didn’t want to move, but after a moment he was forced to, as Hawke began to get up. Fenris groaned and he protested, he tried to pull him back. How strange it was how perfectly content he was to waste the day abed when the mage was nearby.

Hawke laughed, and finally slipped free, and Fenris stretched out alone on the man’s massive bed and watched his bare and slightly fuzzy ass cross the room. He liked his big thighs and his trim waist, the tapering of his broad, muscular back, the flex of his arms. Fenris propped himself up against the headboard and tucked his hands behind his head, and he let his eyes lazily linger anywhere they pleased.

“You should not keep buying me so many gifts,” he said, as Hawke opened his wardrobe. Fenris kept a few items there now, for the sake of convenience when he slept over. He liked the smell of Hawke on his clothes when he returned to the mansion.

“I like to keep my guests comfortable,” Hawke answered him, in that tone that said he wasn’t quite saying what he wanted to say. I want you to know you have a place here, he meant, perhaps. I want this to be your home. Hawke had yet to go so far as to ask Fenris to move in; he respected the elf’s need for his own space. But when Fenris came over, Hawke often engineered to keep him there as long as possible.

It had its effect. The mansion, slowly but surely, was growing to feel more cold. Fenris spent less and less time away from Hawke’s side. He required less time away.

Fenris’s voice was light when told him, “I happen to be very comfortable,” and though he couldn’t see Hawke’s face, he knew he was smiling.

At last Hawke found what he was looking for. He pulled it from the wardrobe, and turned back to Fenris with it in hand.

Fenris tried to school his face, but he must have failed. He saw the disappointment flicker, quickly, across Hawke’s eyes at his response.

The robe looked warm, and soft, a flattering crimson color with Hawke’s crest embroidered onto the right breast. On Fenris it would have fallen comfortably past his knees.

Hawke looked at it, then back to Fenris. “Well?” he asked, a little gruffly. “What’s wrong with it, then?”

“Nothing,” Fenris said. He rose from the bed and moved to join him, to reach out and touch the soft, warm materiel. It would feel good against his skin, even on the days when there had been too many battles and his markings ached.

“You don’t like it,” Hawke said.

“I don’t dislike it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I would rather wear yours.”

Hawke snorted, until he realized he wasn’t kidding. Fenris petted the soft material of the robe, and hoped he wouldn’t have to explain just why, exactly, he loved feeling the weight and the warmth of Hawke’s robe around him, the scent of the man overwhelming. He liked the burned singe on the left sleeve from a careless candle, and the crumbs from the dog treats Hawke stashed in the pockets for Flower, and the mustard stain on the lapel. It was ugly and old and worn, and he liked the casual intimacy of it – of wearing Hawke’s clothes, of claiming the mage for himself. He liked that there was a place for him in this man’s life, and that Hawke did not throw out the old and comfortable in favor of the new and fashionable. 

Hawke was watching him, with that gaze of his that saw so much. His frown was thoughtful. He didn’t ask Fenris to explain.

Fenris said, “I don’t mean to appear ungrateful,” and Hawke frowned some more.

“You can still wear mine,” he said at last. “But this one is yours, when you want it. An option. I can’t very well take it back, anyway.”

“An option,” Fenris repeated. “Thank you.”

Prince!Taeyong

Originally posted by nctinfo

· His cloak color is Boysenberry ( check our color reference page )
· His crest is on his left shoulder blade
· The cleanest prince
·  His room is the most organized room in the castle
·  It’s even more organized than the kitchen
· Actually he organized the kitchen himself
· Constantly checks on the servants
·  Because he’s afraid they will misplace something
· Or he’s afraid they won’t clean something well enough
· Looks scary and mean
· But is actually a softie
· Wouldn’t hurt anyone
· Except yuta
· Yuta asks for it tbh
· “If you touch my crown one more time-“ – Him
· “What? What are you gonna do? Hit me in the face with your invisible fist? You won’t hit me” – Yuta
· Actually ends up hitting yuta In the face with a book
· “This is why you shouldn’t underestimate me” – Him
· Likes to be alone
· Because being alone helps him think
· Is always overwhelmed with things
· Passionate about dancing and teaching the local civilians how to dance
· Has his own dance class
· Often feels misunderstood
· Confident when it comes to his looks
· Very nice and caring towards everyone
· Likes to take pictures of nature
· Which is why his room has the best view of the landscape
· Perfectionist
· Hates germs with a passions
· Washes his hands 8 to 10 times a day
· Bites his nails out of habit
· Likes to lay out in the grass and star up at the stars when everyone else Is asleep
· It gives him time to truly appreciate everything he has

Love
· You were a servant
· You misplaced one spoon
· And never heard the end of it
· He watched you like a hawk
· Over time noticed how sweet
· Beautiful
· Charming-
· “Gah, stop it Tae..you’re a prince- you need a princess” - himself to himself
· Constantly biting his lips around you because
· Damn she’s so perfect
· Gives you the cold shoulder
· But only because he doesn’t want to have feelings for you
· So he tries to ignore his feelings
· You soon notice that he started to ignore you And you were actually quite upset
· You soon were able to get him alone in the royal garden
· “Why are you avoiding me? And for a minute I thought you actually cared about me” - you
· And at that moment
· Taeyongs walls fell down and he turned into a puddle
· Because he saw a single tear fall down your cheek
· “Wait don’t cry..” - him
· He cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears away
· “You do care about me after all..” - You
· Taeyong sighed playfully
· “I care about you But not THAT much” - him
· Which resulted in you laughing your ass off
· Because you knew that was complete bull
· You then started laughing and poking him
· “Yeah sure, I literally feel you stare at me” - You
· He tried to stop smiling but he couldn’t seem to
· “It’s not my fault you’re so precious” - Him

On Gowns

(a drabble)

Companion of sorts to On Hats. Takes place during episode 70 - Voice of the Tempest. Percy and Vex discuss her Whitestone-colors gown. 

Pure, tooth-rotting fluff.


Not very long ago, Vex’ahlia had stood in front of Percival de Rolo and asked for his opinion on her appearance, as nervous for his answer as she was for their impending journey into Syngorn.

Would you say I look put together - well-off - in this armor?

Now it was a very different tone that she asked again, giving him a slow twirl and shooting a grin over her shoulder.

The gown for Keyleth’s coronation settled around her as she stilled, the silver-white trim glittering in the grey morning light Vasselheim provided. The blue that made up the most of the dress was a heavy silk but the whisper the rich fabric made as it settled around her made Vex felt lighter than air. She’d never thought she’d own something so ornate, much less have the reason to wear it.

“What do you say? Do I look like a proper Baroness?”

Percy regarded her thoughtfully, to her amusement nothing in his gaze but innocent and thorough inspection. At last he pursed his lips slightly, and brought his eyes up to hers. “You know dear, it’s bad form to out-dress the lady we’re honoring.”

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