gold sheen

Chilling

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Chris and Reader spend a lazy and funny Sunday together in their Californian house by the beach before he leaves to promote Gifted.
Word Count: 1.4k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: two innuendos, but it’s just an adorable moment with Chris.
Author’s Note: This little story is dedicated to @always-an-evans-addict. I do hope you will like it because I’ve had so much fun writing it, xo. Also, thank you so much to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for being my beta and for giving me all these tips and suggestions. You saved my life. If this fic is good, it’s thanks of her.

    The sun peeked in the bedroom window, illuminating your hair like a fiery halo, and so slowly, you lifted your head from the pillow. Despite your grogginess, you looked out at the beach off in the distance as the sun’s vibrant rays sent a glossy, gold sheen all around the room and the sound of the rhythmic waves of the ocean brought a peaceful hymn to your ears.

    Your eyelids closed again, and you rested back against your pillow, feeling Chris’ chest inches away from your body. You enjoyed the restful moment and hummed lightly as you remembered how much you lived for those quiet mornings with your husband by your side.

    “Hi, sweetie,” Chris’ sleepy voice spoke behind you. He put a hand on your arm and you lazily turned around. “You look so beautiful in the morning.”

    “You aren’t so bad yourself, Dorito,” you complimented, pecking his nose.

    “I was actually talking to the sun,” he joked with a jovial smile of his, and you laughed heartily, tipping your head back.

    Chris beamed at you, enjoying the melody of your laugh and he took the opportunity to climb on top of you. Yet, as he leaned into the kiss he chased every morning, you turned your head to the side and looked at the beach with this obvious smirk.

    “Y/N, I didn’t ask to wake up to nothing.”

    “Shut up,” you retorted and restrained your giggle.

    “What?” He furrowed his brows, feigning anger, but he couldn’t hold the character.

    “Shut up and kiss me.” You turned back to him, cupping his bearded cheek. You closed your eyes, melting when his lips captured yours and claimed them as his proudly.  

    “Now, you don’t have ‘nothing’.”

    “If I keep talking, can I have another?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

    “Depends on what you tell me,” you giggled as he moved to your ear and whispered a sweet nothing. “I need a shower, first and then breakfast in bed?”

    “I’m going to work out quickly and take a shower after you.” He placed a loving peck on your forehead and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

    “It’s Sunday, Chris. You can’t lift weights.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him back with you.

    “Of course I can do some push-ups,” he chuckled and you shot up in bed.

    “It’s a lazy day. We don’t do anything, but laugh, chill and make out in our case.”

    “It’s been a while since our last lazy Sunday. I completely forgot.”

    “Oh, man… Poor you,” you faked a sob, wrapping your arms around his chest. “We need to fix this.”

    “Uh, can I say hello to Dodger at least?”


    That afternoon, you sat on the couch, book in hand with Chris’ head on your lap and he scratched on his sketchbook silently, almost too focused on his art. Your free fingers played with the locks of his light brown hair as he used this quiet time to come back to something he had missed doing.

    After a few minutes using his pencil on the page filled with a beautiful depiction of nature, your husband put the sketchbook on the ground. He stretched his body over your lap, brushing your hip with his hand and he poked you lightly, earning your sweet giggle.

    “I’ve always thought you were ‘only surprised’.” A mischievous smirk grew on his face as he sat up and turned his head to you. “You’ve always been ticklish, haven’t you?”

    “I’m not,” you lied, trying to keep your concentration on the book.

    “Oh, really?” He moved closer to you, pressing his body against you. “Because it doesn’t seem like that.”

    “No, Chris.” You closed your book and finally met his playful gaze. “I know what you are thinking about, don’t do it.”

    “Am I that obvious?” Chris inquired, inching towards you with a new mischievous grin.

    “Christopher, we are not children. We are very serious grown people,” you countered, slowly standing from the couch and he scoffed.

    “Doesn’t mean I can’t do that.” He enveloped his large hand around your wrist and yanked down. He pounced at you and immediately tickled your sides, reaching certain spots of your body that secretly made you laugh each time he had poked or caressed them with his hands.

    You squirmed around before laughing uncontrollably as his fingers dug into your waist, making you laugh even harder. Tears of mirth threatened to spill as well as incomprehensible pleads flew out of your mouth underneath him as he kept torturing you so sweetly.

    “CHR- CHRIS NO!” You gasped for air, shrieking. “PLEASE! I- I- CHRIS… CHRIS!”

    He laughed as you kept on giggling like a maniac under the work of his fingers and he eventually gave you a break. Like nothing had happened, Chris smirked lightly and let you take this moment to catch your breath, sighing in relief.

    You looked up at him with this glare and he leaned his head to the side, lovingly staring at you with this beautiful smile that had you melting instantly.

    “This isn’t fair.” You rested on your elbows. “You are too strong.”

    “They say that. You seem to like it usually.” He winked and you threw your head back, placing your hands on your forehead as you giggled again.

    After leaving you in peace for a brief minute, Chris stared once more at your body with his famous smirk and he leaned in. He placed his hands on your neck and you dissolved into a pile of giggles as he tickled your skin down to your sides without a break.

    “PLEASE CHRIS! I- I CAN’T H- HOLD IT” You tried to fight back, failing miserably because of your lack of strength.

    “You say you aren’t ticklish, huh, sweetheart?”

    Chris accompanied your joyful laugh, trying to hold your squirming figure and you turned your head to the side, seeing the opportunity to free yourself. You managed to grab the cushion next to you, smacking his head with it and he backed away, pretending to be shocked.

    “This means war,” he warned with this light chuckle in the background.

    “Pillow fight, Evans!”

    You rolled off the couch and ran upstairs to your bedroom with your husband running after you. He slammed the door shut behind him and grabbed his feathery pillow, mimicking your swift movement.

    “Y/N-”

    You jumped on the bed, smacking the pillow across his face and you laughed, daring him. Another hit and he didn’t even flinch as he joined you on the mattress. Your pillows used as hammers and shields at the same time, you hit each other and the feathers flying around you blinded your vision whilst you could only hear Chris’ constant giggles as he hit your belly with a new full pillow that spewed its content everywhere.

    You threw another pillow at him, but he smashed his fist into it and dropped it down, having your jaw dropping as you looked at the feathers on the bed and everything around covered by a white shin of softness.

    Taking advantage, Chris sneaked behind you, folding his strong arms around your waist and he lifted you up, spinning you around. Your head fell backward on his shoulder as you laughed and he kissed your neck, nuzzling his face in the crook.

    “Chris! Put me down… I’m- I’m going to throw up if you-”

    “All right,” he laughed, the same sound you found so adorable.

    Chris eventually let you down after more pleads and you let yourself fall on the mattress, lying down. He joined almost too enthusiastically as the bed collapsed under both your weight and you squealed. You looked at him with wide eyes until you burst out into laughter again, putting a hand on your chest and he mimicked famously.

    “That bed was too old anyways,” you gasped, wiping away the tears.

    “Yeah, it’s only the third in four months.”

    “We’re filthy.”

    “I can’t get enough of your laugh,” he whispered, calming down and he caressed your cheek. “I love you.” His eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, then your mouth again.

    “I love you too, honey.” You rolled over to climb on top him and attached your lips sweetly together

    “I’ve missed chilling with you.” Chris passed his fingers through your hair and you put your chin on his chest, looking at him.

    “Me, too.”

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    otakuslytherin  asked:

    Hello can I have a concept drawling of Peridots manager? Personally I think she would be about Garnets height, a bit bustier/curvier than Perry and have slicked back longer hair. But its up to you since you're the artist. (Though I would love to see her wearing high heals!)

    Peridot’s generation of gems are more of a lesser gem compared to previous models. Given a other than likewise gem as a manager or group leader is more than common in these time. Being both excelling in intellect and discipline with the meaning of: Healing abuse of power, activating higher will, enhanced manifestation. Gold Sheen Obsidian is perfect for the job of putting these quite bratty and strong willed Peridots.

    (If used in anyway please credit me for this design)

    7

    So I’ve had this idea for awhile…. turning a compact into a took for witchcraft. And here it is! My compact turned traveling scrying mirror 😊

    Here’s how I did it….

    1. Take old compact and clean it out. Make sure all the makeup is removed.

    2. Optional*** remove or cover up the top writing. I was gonna spray paint it, but ended up using nail polish to remove the writing, as I wanted it purely black. You could then if you wanted put designs or sigils on the top or anywhere you liked. For now, I’m keeping it simple.

    3. Optional again*** herbs! I used…
    Dandelion
    Mandrake
    Rose petals
    Rosemary
    Basil
    Bay leaf
    (Was originally gonna add cinnamon and sage but was put of both)

    If you like stones, obsidian (especially gold sheen) and clear quartz would be perfect!!

    All those herbs have correspondences of divination, image magic, love divination and prophetic dreams, strengthening mental powers, protection (success and wisdom) in order of the herbs listed 😊

    4. Combine the herbs. Keep in mind it’s going in a small space, so unless you’re making more than one I’d suggest keeping the parts small and equal as possible. But if you want more protection then add abit more basil or another bay leaf. It’s up to you

    5. Bag up and put in bottom compartment of compact. I was gonna use a pretty purple bag, but it didn’t fit. So it’s in a small plastic baggie instead…

    And there ya go!! A compact turned traveling scrying mirror and cheap witchy idea. All these herbs can be found in the kitchen, or grown yourself 😊

    Also ideal for more private witches, as no one is gonna necessarily question you having a foundation compact in your bag 💄💋

    If you guys take this idea and run with it, or would even like me to make one for you, let me know!! Tag me in posts as I’d love to see the creativity and witchy ideas flow!! Thinking about making a love one as my latest compact is almost dry 😂

    pomrania  asked:

    Is there anything you can tell me about Mando colour symbolism that isn't already on that "armour colour" post? I'm planning out a Sabine POV story where it would be relevant.

    Well, yes and no. I went over the “facts” of colors and mandalorian color theory. What I can do now is kind of dig deeper into the actual mando’a words for colors, and maybe extrapolate more on the etymology of each word as they’re relevant to colors. If anything, it’ll give you an idea of how to break down the colors and maybe play with the meanings, or even the construction of the words themselves. Hopefully that helps?

    I got a little carried away (again?) so I apologize for the length and time it took to put this together … and also you can take everything I say with a grain of salt as I’m trying to make sense of the etymology of these words. I’m also skipping orange as there’s no word for in the dictionary as of yet, and including violet since it is.

    So, let’s go in the order that I went in the original post. Forewarning that black is going to be the longest section as I’ve thought about it maybe way too much.

    • ne’tra — black 

    Ne’ is traditionally one of the negative prefixes of mando’a. It’s meant to indicate the opposite of what it’s attached to, or the not-thing. Tra means space, void … but it also translates to starfield, or field of stars. 

    So. Black. Justice. Not the void of space, or, alternatively, Without stars, a starless night. 

    However way you want to interpret that is up to you, but to me? From what I understand of mandalorian history? They were once a truly nomadic people, who voyaged across the stars. They were, arguably, wayfinders. More than just warriors, or conquerors, or however most would like to put it.

    I originally wasn’t going to do this, but because you mentioned (elsewhere) that you’re focusing on dusk, I want to take a moment to extrapolate on this thought. The reason I say this is because of how they view stars. 

    Mandalorians are generally not considered to be religious. But the language they speak is still very deeply steeped in poetic concepts — grasping at the enormous and unthinkable with words as clever and broad as a people can attempt to embody them. Stars is my personal favorite.

    Ka’ra — stars, ruling council of fallen leaders. Mandalorians still speak of those who pass as not being dead, but marching far far away. The origin of the word stars is the belief that the Mand’alore ascend to the stars, to watch over the people and to guide them.

    The word for breath is kar’am. Hyperdrive is karbakar (star to star). Kar’ta is heart. Kar’taylir is awareness, knowledge, lit. to hold in the heart. Karyai is the main communal living room of a communal home, where a family convenes to spend time together — and often the last bastion against an invasion.

    Jate’kara, luck, destiny, literally good stars, a course to steer by. 

    All of these words stem from stars.

    Black, the color, is literally a starless night. But, while the impulse is to go for something negative, I would actually pull away from that. Mandalorians, in general, also view adversity (something difficult, something terrible, something terrifying) as something to challenge and overcome as a way of life. A starless night is not to be feared but to be met

    A starless night may also be indicative, poetically, of a place or a people or an event without justice. And that void, that emptiness, that lack? Must be filled. Whomsoever wears black has taken it upon themselves to fill a void and reinstate justice in whatever manner that may mean.

    But also consider: a night without stars evokes a specific sort of image and feeling … which may also be completely different depending on the person in question. Someone who lives in a bright city and experiences light pollution would be used to a night without stars, versus someone living out in the wild (like Krownest) or who is dependent on the stars to travel, would be used to a night full of stars and may find it distressing or strange.

    • ve’vut — gold

    This one is a little less straightforward. Vut, or vutyc, indicates special. Unique, precious. Ve’ (pronounced vay or veh) is unclear as to what it’s meant to indicate, but often when we see ve’ as a prefix, it’s usually from ven (future tense), but in this case it may be from vheh, earth, soil, dirt. 

    Gold. Vengeance. A precious future, or, precious metal.

    Maybe evocative of the sun rising after a long and difficult night. The gold of the sun rising is a promise of a future — or at the very least, the feeling of surviving to tomorrow. This might be too poetic though lmao, and tbh … I really like the simplicity and the directness of precious metal (lit. special dirt, lmao).

    The funny thing here is that though I have gold and yellow listed together for meaning (as they are, generally, considered under the same banner of Vengeance), the word for yellow is different.

    • shi'yayc — yellow

    So. I’m not really a fan of this word, to be perfectly honest with you. I’m of the opinion this is less an actual color and more an adjective meant to describe something else. But regardless, here it is.

    From shi, just/only, and yayc, which may be from oyayc, meaning alive (or oya! which carries many meanings and generally overwhelmingly positive). Generally though, with the yc added to the end, it’s less a noun and more an adjective, so it might actually be meant to be a descriptor (ie. yellowing of skin or eyes etc)

    Yellow. Vengeance. Only just alive, or barely dead.

    Maybe comparison to, say, a recently deceased person — but that only really works if one assumed that all dead persons are pale and turn yellow when they die, and that’s a weird assumption to make in the context of mandalorians.

    Also consider: yellow is dull compared to the shine of a metallic gold. Less intense in that way. My question is what becomes of a person after they’ve enacted vengeance? What becomes of a life devoid of a perpetual motivating force like that? What happens when gold loses its sheen and fades, dulls? 

    Am I just taking this too far, to the next level it doesn’t need to go? maybe


    EDIT:: w/ points from anon through a later ask, I’d like to also add what they said: 

    you pondered about the connotations of yellow regarding ‘just/barely alive’ and its comparison to gold. I thought maybe it’s about flames/light - like a bright vivid flame is a bright gold, while the flame, when it’s only small and ->barely alive<- has more of a dull and yellowish shine. 

    I hadn’t even consider that it might have been referencing intensity of light/fire? But the way you put it, that may actually make more sense than the direction I was going in. I was definitely perplexed somewhat, like I was missing something. This sounds like what I was missing.

    That could also apply for the heat of a flame, too. Like, referring to the intensity of the light, or the intensity of the heat, or both, depending entirely on context, and related to the below.


    • Lust for life

    So, there’s no word for orange in mando’a at this time.

    Consider: Yellow is sometimes indicated to also mean lust for life, depending on who you ask and what source material you’re comparing it to.

    It’s entirely possible that mandalorians don’t have a way to differentiate between yellow and orange. Some cultures do display a limitation in language, seeing what we would consider a range (yellow to orange) as all one spectrum under the same banner.

    So while Yellow may mean barely alive/barely dead, yellow may also mean nothing but life.

    Something to think about.

    • genet — gray

    Gray/Silver. Mourning lost love.

    Ge’ for almost, by proximity (literally or metaphorically). Net, we can assume, comes from the word for black, ne’tra. So, in this case, gray is literally almost black, but not quite. Reaching towards it, maybe, but not quite there.

    I’ve used overcast before to describe gray, or the feeling of a loss, of grief, and it still applies here. Almost, not quite, as a starless night sky. Duller, paler, than a starfield. That kind of thing—perpetually in comparison to black.

    Also consider that it may infer obscuring the target, instead of almost reaching black, it may act like a filter, a translucent overlay to take away or obscure intensity of (in this case from black, or night sky). Mandalorians, who are (or once was) so used to navigating by/the stars, suddenly having to deal with their guidance obscured? There’s loss, there, too.

    • kebiin — blue

    This one’s a little … less straightforward. Ke’ is used as an imperative prefix, usually to indicate that this word/sentence is a command, but keb may also come from kebbur, meaning to try or make an attempt. Biin, or bii, may come from abiik, air (interestingly, kebii’tra indicates sky, so it’s literally blue starfield, blue space).

    What is reliable? What is faithful? Following through, or making the attempt again and again—someone consistent, trustworthy. To stretch the meaning, as trustworthy as the air. 

    Blue. Reliability. Faithful. As consistent, or trustworthy, as the air.

    I wonder if that was ever a phrase in use. “As trustworthy as the air” might ring true on a planet where they can breathe without their helmets … but what if they so happen to land on a planet that they cannot?

    In hindsight, that sounds like a very mando joke to make. B’)

    “Who ever is reliable all the time?” Both a joke and a very serious question.

    • ge’tal — red

    Ge shows up again. Almost. Tal, blood. Almost blood, or nearly / like blood. 

    From what I understand, the Taung did bleed red, and since they were the original mandalorians, it makes sense for them to make the simplest association for the color.

    Red. Honoring a parent. 

    This is kind of a call back, imo, to the saying “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” as chosen family ties are stronger than that of biological ones, and consider that mandalorians are expected to shed blood for their chosen family if it ever came to it.

    But also consider pointing at a rose and, quite literally, calling it like blood

    • vorpan — green

    Vor, figuratively, is to thank. Literally, it’s to accept. Pan… is a little difficult to discover what it might indicate, or where it may come from, but from the two other words it’s a part of (epan, for guts, entrails, and sapan for electromagnet) we can kind of infer that it’s meant to indicate core, or insides, the interior of a thing.

    Metaphorically, vorpan can be understood to be accepting a task to fulfill with one’s whole being.  For context, vorpan’oy is the word for vegetation, as in bringing life to green.

    Green. Duty. To embody one’s accepted task

    Not really sure why, but let’s go with that.

    • saviin — violet

    This word is actually very close to Sabine’s name — they’re pronounced the same, just with a v instead of b. In some dialects or accent, one might say they are the same. I would argue they are.

    So. VioletSaviin. Sa’ most likely comes from sarad, meaning flower, bloom. Viin is from viinir, for run. 

    Running flower. Wild violets are considered weeds in some places, and so instead of run as in flee, run may lean more towards running wild, an overgrowth — or a plant that can live, even thrive, anywhere, in spite of adversity and outside forces attempting to eradicate them. 

    Survival in adversity.

    And, maybe unintentionally maybe not, given the above I would argue it’s a perfect name for Sabine under the circumstances. 


    EDIT:: referring again to points brought up by anon in a later ask:

    saviin sounds a lot like Sabine, which seems very very likely to me, considering the long i (or rather e - from an anglophone perspective) and that [v] and [b] are very similar sounds, so maybe Sabine is like a basic transcription or a dialect form of Saviin. Regarding the meaning of the colour/name

    My etymology for it would be the following: “viin”/“bine” being a degenerated/shortened form (or even the root?) of kebiin - blue connected with “sa” - as, like, it gives “sa viin” - “like blue”, what is kind of a good description for purple/violet, implying the standard shade in mandalorian perception would be a darker bluish purple ALSO implying that the concept of purple cam up comparably late in the language, similar of the color orange getting it’s name rather late in germanic languages 

    I was going color by color so I missed the connection in the effort to complete the post, which was an oversight by me sadly. 

    It might also then directly connect the connotations of blue (reliability) with purple (adaptability, survival in adversity). They who are reliable can be depended on to adapt and survive adversity, or so on, kind of like orange (lust for life) from yellow, as thought about from above (the intensity of the flame).

    Definitely some interesting things to think about.

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    Hypersthene + Obsidian= Golden Sheen Obsidian! Two high profile gems from different diamonds means 10,000% glamour, but don’t be fooled by her charm; she’s a ruthless psychopath. Hypersthene cold, scientific nature combined with Obsidian’s own lack of empathy makes Golden Sheen methodical, efficient, and merciless. She’s a pro at torture and interrogation. Her weapon is just Obsidian’s whip sword, but she can send an electric charge through it. Obsidian is just the kind of warrior Hypersthene needed for a proper reign of terror!  Design inspiration from Jessica Rabbit and Paris Hilton.

    Obsidian belongs to @dragonslayer1088 ! Go check them out! 

    3

    (Obsidian’s Themes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyBkdZNT1DEhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hY-jMfZ1uDk )

    Gender: Agender (He/They)
    Sexuality: Pansexual/Demiromantic
    Height: 10 feet
    Abilities: Obsidian’s powers are very defense based most of the time. His drum weapon can boost the defense of his allies, but not himself. He has to rely on his own endurance on the battle field when playing his drum. If a situation is desperate, he can break the drum and go into “Burst Mode.” This ability causes him to expel all of his energy at once, temporarily heightening all of his strength for a short amount of time. His burst mode is extremely powerful, but it only lasts for 60 seconds and he is down and out by the time it wears off.

    I am -NOT- open for fusion requests at this time, but if you want to you can draw fusions with any of my gems as long as you link back to me!

    anonymous asked:

    What do you love about Sansa Stark?

    Anon, prepare yourself because the  anwer is LONG. There are a lot of things that I love about her (she is my favorite character in ASOIAF afterall..). 

    The first reason  that comes to mind is that she is NORMAL. She starts the story as a very avarage 12 years old, she loves stories of knights and songs about love. She wants to live in a fairytale. These are all things that made me feel connected to her from the start. 

    I love her flaws: how  sometimes she cant face the truth, because it scares her.  It makes her more relatable. Her relationship with lies its one of the most interesting things in the books. (the unkiss! the trident incident! and i can go on and on…). 

    I love her kindness, how she saved Dontos, or helped Lancel. 

    Her desire to be loved and to find someone to love. This is something that breaks my heart, I dont like how some people accuse Sansa on being power hungry and wanting to be queen because she wants to rule everyone (looking at you dumb and dumber). Thats not what i understand from her story. Sansa wants to be loved, she wants to love. To the point that she betrays her father for it (it was a betrayal….just not for power but FOR LOVE). 

    “How well I know that, child,” Cersei said, her voice so kind and sweet. “Why else should you have come to me and told me of your father’s plan to send you away from us, if not for love?

    “It was for love,” Sansa said in a rush. “Father wouldn’t even give me leave to say farewell.” She was the good girl, the obedient girl, but she had felt as wicked as Arya that morning, sneaking away from Septa Mordane, defying her lord father. She had never done anything so willful before, and she would never have done it then if she hadn’t loved Joffrey as much as she did” 

    Tyrion was surprised. “Truly? His own daughter?“ Sansa had always seemed such a sweet child, tender and courteous.

    The girl was wet with love. She would have done anything for Joffrey, until he cut off her father’s head and called it mercy. That put an end to that.“ 

    Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.

    Wich brings me to another reason as to why i love Sansa: she learns from her mistakes. She adapts. She uses the hard lessons to be better. 

    How she loves to sew and dance, how she uses her femine traits, her lady courtesy as an armor. Sansa is not just a lady, she is THE LADY.  She rappresents all that is good about that term.

    Ser Boros was an ugly man with a broad chest and short, bandy legs. His nose was flat, his cheeks baggy with jowls, his hair grey and brittle. Today he wore white velvet, and his snowy cloak was fastened with a lion brooch. The beast had the soft sheen of gold, and his eyes were tiny rubies. "You look very handsome and splendid this morning, Ser Boros,” Sansa told him. A lady remembered her courtesies, and she was resolved to be a lady no matter what.

    Sansa felt that she ought to say something. What was it that Septa Mordane used to tell her? A lady’s armor is courtesy, that was it. She donned her armor and said, “I’m sorry my lady mother took you captive, my lord." 

    How Smart she is. (but i hate how she doesnt believe in herself..she doesnt trust her instinct because she lost lady) 

    Her relationship with Bran (how similiar they are, both young and loved children whose hopes and dreams are broken early in their life)

    Her (very problematic but real) relatioship with her sister Arya. 

    Her strange link  with the greek goodness Persephone (who blossomed in the spring but is the Queen of Winter) 

    How Grrm is setting up the classical story of the student who surpasses the master with her and littlefinger. 

    Her strange parallels with Jon snow (maaan i could go on and on on those…)

    How she brings out the kindest side of  the characters personality  like Tyrion, Sandor and yes even Dontos. 

    How she looks like Catelyn but has the same sense of honor as Ned.

    How she calls her self: the blood of Winterfell. How even after joffrey and the lannisters, and losing her direwolf she is still A STARK.

    How she builds a castle in the snow which rappresents her home. 

    But my ultime reason for loving Sansa stark with all of my heart is this quote:

    There are gods, she told herself, and there are true knights too. All the stories can’t be lies.  

    This is important for me because Sansa is a person what endured beatings, and awful men and is afraid for  her life since she was a 12 years old who has seen the “love of her life” kill her father. Still after all she has suffered, she believes that there are good people, that the hope is not all lost. She didnt become cynical, she becomes stronger but not hateful. 

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    Here I have included quartz, charoite, herkimer diamonds, heliodor, tourmaline (pink, green and blue), clear quartz, tangerine quartz, agate, petalite, citrine, tourmalinated citrine, kyanite, kunzite, prehnite, dendritic agate, and gold sheen obsidian.. I’m not sure what type of stone to use next! Any suggestions? :)

    Adventures in Croatia

    The charge was lead by me, bleached out brown hair curling at the roots, curvy at the hips from olive oil, bronzed skin from European sun so polite it had tapped me on the shoulder and asked to warm me up.

    The old town of Dubrovnik was exactly what you hope Europe will be - a world away from smog, skyhighs, soy lattes. Medieval and romantic. 

    The overwhelmingness of cream stone dazzles you – cream stone pathways met by cream stone buildings, a cream stone city wall visible down a cream stone street ahead. The cream stones were clean, cleaner than what you expect a tourist hotspot like Dubrovnik should, in all logic, be.

    I know a place, I’d told the troupe of boys bold enough to follow me on the adventure.

    Maybe they wanted to sleep with me, so they’d just come along just to see what I’d do. A patchwork of guys, two tall, one half-something with caramel skin and a nervous energy.

    Trawling through the identical alleyways, Croatian women fanning their faded laundry out windows high above us. Croatian men with slippery grins luring us to restaurants with the promise of cheap foreign beer and a free entree.

    On we walked until we found the restaurant, tucked away and inconspicuous. 

    We ate two platters of seafood, filled with crunchy crab legs, salty crunchy whitebait, juicy tempura prawns and plenty of garlic-laden aioli that made us all lick our fingers and burp.

    Once we were fed we continued, our destination looming far above us – the highest peak of Dubrovnik, a trek that is usually hiked with time to spare.

    Outside the cream stone of the city walls, we asked an English-speaking guide with sunglasses obscuring his eyes to flag us a cab. 

    He laughed when we told him where we were heading – it was 5:15pm he scoffed. You’ll never make it up there in time for sunset. He puffed his chest. 

    The light began to fade.

    Out of sheer determination quietly born from a sense of communal responsibility, you assured your patchwork of men that the trained professional was wrong.

    You flagged a cab, negotiated a rate, clamoured inside. It smelt like boiled eggs and damp cloth. The cab trundled up the pathway to the peak, climbing altitude that made you all swallow to pop your ears. You laughed together, loud and hopeful. 

    The light faded. 

    You think idly of how difficult it must be for babies who don’t know to relieve mounting pressure.

    You’re all jovial, joking and sipping cans of beer you picked up cheap, a time before you realised you had underestimated time.

    The light is fading from the day.

    Finally you reach as far as the road will go, and you all half-skip, laughing and joking, nervous energy across the rocks to the apex.

    The light continues to fade.

    You hastily stumble across a decaying brick wall – one drop would derail your whole trip, but you’re invincible so you don’t think about that.

    The light fades.

    You burst onto the grassy viewing area together, and the whole world opens up before you, stopping you short.

    The Dalmatian coast, a dollop of islands, maybe five, littering the inky ocean to the left.

    A cluster of mountains to your right. A sun, brilliantly orange, loitering on its way down to the horizon between the two. Like it had been waiting for you.

    A sky, with colours only dreamt of. Husky dewy pinks intermingle with a brilliant gold sheen, while orange desert sand tones stretches behind and a purple wave of clouds on top, washing over the burnt colours like a frozen surf.

    A quiet moment. Cans are sipped from. The murmuring stops.

    Four people sit, one by one.

    The mosaic of colours ahead continues to mingle and morph, but it’s so slow that no one notices.

    A little like aging. A little like falling in love.

    It happens slowly, then all at once.

    The orange orb dips so low that it flirts with the mountainous ranges that meet the sea.

    The Datamation coast is there still, but now it’s only illuminated by shadows.

    The violet hues take over the sky. It is a clear triumph. The gold has relinquished. You all breathe out. 

    The light had faded.

    Dusk is a fleeting feeling.

    You can’t really explain dusk to a person.

    You just have to feel it.

    Roleplay Ramblings: Strange Materials  part 4

    Golarion Materials

    The folks at Paizo weren’t content to simply create materials for general use, they also made a selection for their official setting, integrating it into the lore of the world.

    The first major grouping of such materials is the 6 metals, that, with adamantine, form the 7 starmetals of the setting, called such for their only resource being mined from meteorites and other cosmic locales. They include Abysium, a blue-white metal that constantly flakes off like cold tin, and generates an unearthly radiance that poisons those that are exposed, making it mostly useful for weaponry, but also arcane power generators. Some say that this radiance comes from the Abyss.

    Djezit is the only liquid star-metal, and is generally considered useless for crafting arms and armor, though the red liquid can be used to empower spellcasting as an additional component. Some say that certain genius spellcasters learned long ago to alloy djezit with other metals to create a craftable version, though the properties are not fully explored.

    Horacalchum is an extremely rare skymetal with a coppery-gold sheen that bends time around it, making weapons made from it all the more accurate from the additional time given to correct a swing, while armor gives the wearer additional reaction time, allowing them to act faster when combat begins. It is also seen used in devices that speed up or slow down relative time in an area or for an object.

    Sometimes called Ghost Iron, Inubrix is a softer metal that has the unique property of being intangible to iron and steel, allowing weapons made from it to ignore the benefits of any iron-based protection. However, its soft nature makes it hard to hold a damaging edge. That coupled with its special property makes it virtually useless as armor in worlds dominated by steel weaponry.

    Questionably a metal at all, noqual resembles transparent green crystal, but can be melted down and worked like any metal. The alien species akatas incubate and hibernate in cocoons made from the stuff, though its unclear if it is a secretion of theirs, or something they consume, process, and utilize on the asteroids and stellar environs they inhabit. Regardless, noqual has natural anti-magic properties, dealing extra harm against creatures created by magic, such as undead and constructs, while armor made from it makes the wearer more resilient to spells, but also makes it harder for them to cast magic of their own.

    Finally, we have siccatite, a metal that is either extremely hot or extremely cold, constantly generating or absorbing heat. Weapons made form it add a single extra point of appropriate elemental damage to their attacks, but also harm the wearer if they have no protection. Armor has a similar problem, but also harms whoever is foolish enough to grapple them. Thus, such materials are best coupled with magical or natural resistances to those elements.

    And that does it. Certainly there are other mystical materials in the golarion setting, including the ghoul-making lazurite crystals, and the starmetal alloys from Numeria, but those are the main set. Next time, we’ll get to the real juicy bit of all this: guidelines for making your own special materials for your own setting!

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    Mineral Lot #22 - Retail price $47

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