feather train


Martín Ramírez. Untitled (Train and Tunnel), Untitled (Train), Untitled (Vertical Tunnel), Untitled (Double Brick Structure with Abstraction), Untitled (Arches), Untitled (Agricultural Abstraction), Untitled (Tunnel with Vertical Abstraction), Untitled (Feathered Train), Untitled (Abstracted Landscape with Horse and Rider). 1950-1963. 

Complete Valkyrie Rider Costume for client! I used 10 meters of golden silk for the skirt. The chest piece is attached to a semi leather corset for comfort. I used an absorbent sporting fabric underneath the chest plate and scale sleeves because this costume is going to be worn in a horse show = lots of movement!
Email me on fairytas.info@gmail.com for commissions like this!


Blu putting his train up right in front of me. What a sound! I love when they shake their train feathers :)

mustachioedoctopus  asked:

undyne in 262?

i hope a baby undyne is okay!!

she’s never been more excited to find plastic cutlery in the dump (asgore has to convince her to replace it with a feather when they’re not training together)

A Simple Charm to Feel Instantly Attractive While Walking

This works better if you have a peacock feather or motif somewhere on your person.

Close your eyes and take seven deep breaths. While doing so, visualize a long, luxurious peacock tail slowly growing out just below your tailbone. Feel the weight of it. Let it swish a bit, listen to the sound it makes on the floor. Watch the light catch on the plumage. Put yourself in a place where it seems only natural that you would have this massive, beautiful train of feathers.

Open your eyes. Lift your chin.


The Bitchy Hufflepuff

Pairing: Newt Scamander X Reader

Requested: No

I hope this isn’t terrible 😅


It came as no surprise when sweet little Newton Scamander was sorted into Hufflepuff. Where else would he possibly belong? As always, it was a perfect match made by the Sorting Hat.

However, (Y/N) was a completely different story.


She strut confidently on to the Hogwarts Express, earning a few confused and surprise glances from other students. First Years like her weren’t usually so confident on the first day of school. She was a bold one, and would do anything to get what she wanted. She successfully managed to kick two Slytherin Fifth Years out of a booth. She misplaced people’s luggage causing havoc on the train. She even managed to sneakily steal sweet treats from the trolley lady. Yes, she was not the kindest of people and yes, some would even go so far to call her a bitch, but she had a reason for all her pessimism, and she wasn’t planning on letting anyone know what that was any time soon.
By the end of the train ride everyone knew the pretty, sassy, sarcastic and intelligent First Year’s name, just the way she liked it.

When the train arrived at Hogwarts, she deliberately tripped some of her fellow First Years, including none other than Newt Scamander.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry.” she apologized, unsuccessfully trying to sound sheepish.

“It’s alright, no harm done.” she hears him murmur as he drops to his knees, scrambling to pick up his fallen objects.

The girl notices a large, beautiful feather near her feet and sees boy bending down to pick it up.
She smirks and steps on the feather before he can reach it. He raises his head towards her, trying hard not to make eye contact.

“Excuse me, could you please move your foot? You just happen to be stepping on something that belongs to me.” he asks politely, feeling shy.

She swoops down to pick up the feather and twirls it around her fingers, feeling the texture.

“What is this?” she asks, bored.

Newt’s face lit up with excitement as he started to explain.
“It’s a Hippogriff feather.” he says proudly. “My parents have it to me so I could remember them by until vacation.”

She nods, uninterested.

“I’m Newt by the way.” the freckled boy says, extending his hand so she could shake it.

She over looks it, still playing with the feather between her fingers. Suddenly she had an idea. She gingerly threw the feather on to the train track and it fluttered gracefully on to one of the rails.

Newt’s face fell as he realized what was happening.

The Hogwarts Express whizzed by the track, slicing the feather and blowing the remaining bits away in the wind with a puff of white steam.

“Why did you do that?” Newt look at her, sad and utterly confused. He didn’t really care that the feather was gone, he could always ask for a new one. But he didn’t understand why would anyone ever do something so bitterly mean. It was unnatural, it felt wrong.

A smile of triumph crawled across her face.

“The name is (Y/N).” she simply said, completely ignoring his question.

She walked away, towards the boats, leaving the boy staring after her.


“(Y/N) (L/N)!” a Hogwarts teacher calls, beckoning her over to place the Sorting Hat on her head.
Murmurs filled the Great Hall as she made her way up to the stool.

“She’s definitely a Slytherin.”

“Oh, please. With brains and quick wits like hers, she’s a Ravenclaw.“

“I can see her being a Griffindor?”

“She’s mean, she knocked me down earlier.”

“She called me something rude, she not very nice.”

A hush fell as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head


“HUFFLEPUFF!” the Sorting Hat yelled, making its decision.


A slow clap fills the room and slowly everyone starts applauding and she is lead towards the Hufflepuff table.

She rolls her eyes, unfazed. So what if she was a Hufflepuff? It clearly didn’t even matter that much.


Newt watched her from his seat at the Hufflepuff stable, for he had been sorted before her.
He analyzed her every move and he noticed a few things, he was sure of it.
She had the tiniest falter in her confident stride and a barely noticeable look of unease in her eyes. He didn’t care if everyone else bought her act, he was was certain that there was something bothering her and he was going to find out why.
The girl intrigued him beyond measure and he made it his goal to help her, to find out what made her act the way she acted. He believed that no one should live that way, everyone needed some source of kindness and happiness, whether they were the ones giving it or receiving it.


Newt’s plan was to be super kind to her, eventually hoping to get close enough to her that she’d trust him, consider him as a friend. And he did that for five years. (A/N: Let’s just pretend he didn’t get expelled…yet?)

He did kind gestures for her; opening the door, carrying books, offering to study together. And he soon realized that he liked her, she wasn’t such a bad person… okay she was mean, but he was determined to prove it wrong. He wasn’t doing this because she was his social experiment, he was doing this because he had learned to care for her.

It felt super strange to (Y/N), no one has ever been so kind to her before and it made her feel feel oddly uncomfortable. At first, she just brushed him off, insulting him when he was right beside her, leaving him to clean up the potion ingredients alone whenever they were partners. She even ripped up his Hufflepuff scarf, but he just smiled, raising his wand and casted Reparo, fixing it without a word. He was unbelievable, and though she hated to admit it, she liked what he was doing, she enjoyed his constant presence, it felt nice. But she continued her act, she couldn’t show any sign of faltering.

She was the school’s mean girl. Throwing insults like cannons and even teaming up with Peeves to execute disastrous plans. Each day she continued to build her reputation, whether Newt liked it or not.


One day, some of her feelings began to slip, and she told him that she was a muggle born, something she had never told anyone before. She regretted it immediately. But she could trust Newt, right?
What was going on? How was this happening, what was he doing to her?
She fell asleep that night, questions bubbling her head.


Part 2


I hope you enjoyed!

anonymous asked:

Can i just say how much i love your holiday aesthetics on how like different they are- not just with the colors but like the difference in culture and feel? Can you like explain your thoughts on each holiday?!!

First off- Thank you! <3 Seriously they are a joy to make and i’m kicking off more important things i definitely should be doing to make this one :3 But i love doing them! And to the next part- oh christ. I put things in pictures os i don’t have to word them but i’ll buzz word it out. 

So here Elemental Holiday aesthetics summed up:

  • Crystalline Gala: Refined celebration, Ballet dancers on grand stages, Ice dancing in congregations to violins and cellos, Beauty to be seen not touched, Children collecting snowflakes on tongues, Ice sculptures standing at every corner, Ball dancing slowly in the snow, Icy drinks and desserts enjoyed in private, Quietly blessing frost on windows.
  • Trickmurk Circus: Dark bold colours worn by all, Circus tops not marquee’s, clown make-up meant to charm and disturb, magicians and gymnasts filling the streets, Strong men and women with beards conspiring over drinks, Children giggling and whispering promising mischief, Circus music echoing night and day rippling chills down spines.
  • Mistral Jamboree: Flying kites at dawn, Floating parades, Singing folk songs round fires, Bunting of rags and rich cloths wrapped round trees, People breezing past one another to reach hill tops, Floaty robes and dresses to dance away in, Gleeful flutes and clinking wind chimes playing in the distance, Boating down rivers floating candles besides you.
  • Wavecrest Saturnalia: Fishing deep into the night, flower lei’s and seaweed skirts, Grand sandcastles decorated greatly, Greeting maven as kin and swimming alongside them, walking hand-in-hand down beaches collecting shells, Steel pan bands joyously giving life to crowds, Diving off cliffs with friends and foe, Trident jousting.
  • Greenskeeper Gathering: Helping farmers pick fruits in newly weaved baskets, Flower crowns on children dancing round maypoles, creating effigy’s from plants and lighting them on fire to ripen the soil below, Offering’s off giant vegetables, Large bands with lutes and guitars playing into the day, Kissing under mistletoe in doorways, The young and the old hedge trimming and creating topiaries together.
  • Brightshine Jubilee: Large masquerades welcoming different crowds to different doors, Poor dressing royally in donated outfits from richer people, Gold-dripping dancers, venetian masks and thickly painted faces, lighting circles of candles outside homes, Marigold’s in hair and sunflowers in pockets, Trumpets and horns announcing every arrival.
  • Thundercrack CarnivaleContrasts of the hard working and the never working, Science shows of ingenious inventions, Technology harnessing energy from the air, Night time carnival, Bright flashing outfits, Glitchy techno-like music bouncing underground in secret, Glowing jewellery and sparking boots, Power surge’s flickering neon lights.
  • Flameforger’s Festival: FIRE EATERS, Street barbecue’s for one and all, Burning passion from every soul, Jazzy people swaying in hidden rooms, Bellowing laughter and drumming music bouncing off walls, fireworks exploding through the air, Salsa dancing at night, People clothed in reds and oranges with large feathers and great trains. 
  • Starfall Celebration: Lovers, friends, and families all gathered to star gaze at night, Wishing upon every flash of light, Mages brewing together under the moonlight, Runes painted on walls and cheeks, Priests and Priestess’ chanting hauntingly to the Arcanist.
  • Riot of Rot: Disguising yourself as diseased and ill, Youth adorning dark masks and creating chaos, Loud punchy music played all around to make walls of noise, Protesting anything and everything, Anarchy in the streets but safety in homes, blood stained flags flying out every window.
  • Rockbreaker’s Ceremony: Gowns and crowns garnished with gems, Children playing with Marbles, Singing and mining down cavernous mines, Playing hopscotch in streets and jumping over cracks in the path, Exchanging rocks for ornaments, Couples skipping stones on water, Forging decorations in furnaces.