orange robe


If the 18th century robe à la française were a Pokémon, this would be the evolution chart: mantua -> robe volante -> robe à la française.

I’m not even sorry for that Pokémon analogy.


  1. Mantua, ca. 1708, orange silk, Great Britain, Metropolitan Museum of Art.
  2. Robe volante, ca. 1730, blue silk, France, Metropolitan Museum of Art.
  3. Robe à française, 1740s, printed silk, Great Britain, Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Spencer’s favorite french poem


[Jacques Prévert - extrait de Paroles]

Une orange sur la table
Ta robe sur le tapis
Et toi dans mon lit
Doux présent du présent
Fraîcheur de la nuit
Chaleur de ma vie.

An orange upon the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Freshness of the night
Warmth of my life


etsyfindoftheday | 4.15.17

hand-dyed tie-dye style kimonos by myalamodeboutique // orange | violet

i’d love to rock these kimonos on the weekend — LOVE the easy fit, vibrant, hippie-esque color palettes, and confident, boho vibe.

anonymous asked:

how do you normally dress?

When I’m at home I dress really casual comfy. Usual a  big band/game tee shirt or a baseball tee. I never really wear pants when I’m at home either. But when I’m going out I usually wear rompers or casual dressy. Lately I’ve been wearing hats when I’m out.


Don’t lie and tell me that you haven’t thought about this Jercy xx Free! xx Haikyuu!! crossover AU before ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

headcanons and a number of drabbles are under the cut

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anonymous asked:

The guy who runs the Fantasy Costco is literally a human-sized orange cat in fantasy robes? Garfield the lasagna-loving cat runs the Fantasy Costco and no one ever mentions it? Can anyone else see this? Is he even real??

It is said that Garfield’s physical form changes depending on who sees him. That said, be lucky you don’t see the same Garfield I do

-Casper from Internal Affairs

Ahkmenrah x Reader: Wait For Me

I don’t own the picture and I don’t own Night at the Museum.  Other than that, enjoy!

“Hey,” You looked up from your locker as you put away your textbooks.

“Hi, Nicky.”  You said as you closed your locker and hefted your bag over your shoulder.  “What’s up?”

“I’m heading to the museum after school, you wanna come?” You brightened at the invitation.

“Sure, I’d love to!”  You and Nicky had been friends when you were little, meaning that you knew about the museum’s “secret”.  You had moved away shortly thereafter, and had only just returned to Brooklyn a few months ago.  As a result, you had skipped over the events that had led up to the release of Ahkmenrah.

“Great!”  Meet me at the museum at 5, okay?”

“Sounds good!”  You both said your farewells, and you walked out to the parking lot with a spring in your step.

“Hey!”  Nicky looked up from where he sat on the museum steps.  He stood up when he saw you approach.

“You’re early,” He commented.  You checked your watch.

“Really?  My watch says I’m late.”

“Nope.  But that’s fine, it’s just less waiting time.”  He held the door open for you and ushered you in.  “Hey dad!”  He shouted into the silence.

“Nicky?”  A voice answered from somewhere in the museum.  Larry appeared from around the corner, and froze.  “Is that Y/N?”

“Hi, Mr. Daley,” You waved sheepishly.  He nodded to you and turned to Nicky.

“What is she doing here?”

“Y/N just moved back, and it’s been years since she came to the museum.  Plus she missed the whole  ‘Elease-Ray of the Ummy-May’.”  You looked at Nicky, confused.

“I’m sorry, what?  What do you mean ‘Release of the Mummy?’  The last time I was here, I thought mummy releasing was frowned upon.  Should I be worried?”  Nicky just grinned as the sun went down.

“You’ll see.”  Before you could ask any more, you heard a neigh.  You turned around just to see Teddy approach the three of you.

“Hello Lawrence! Nicholas,” He nodded to the Daley’s before turning to you.    

“You probably don’t remember me.  My name is—”

“Y/N, of course!   He held his hand out.  You shook it.  “How have you been?”

“I’ve been fine,” You said politely. 

“Is that Y/N?”  You heard another shout.   You looked around, but couldn’t see anyone.  Something slammed into your ankle, and you let out a cry.  Rubbing your ankle.  You looked down.  Jedediah and Octavius climbed out of a remote controlled car.  Jedediah waved at you, while Octavius shouted at Jed for being so reckless.  You crouched down.

“Hi guys!”  You smiled at the pair. They stopped their bickering and turned to you.

“Hello, Y/N.”  Octavius greeted politely.

“Hey, Y/N!  What’re ya doing here?”

“We moved back a few weeks ago.”  Jed whooped with happiness.

“You owe me ten bucks,Octy!”  You laughed.  Octavius grumbled and handed Jed a few tiny coins.

“That’s not my name.”                                                                                                           

“Did you guys actually make bets on whether or not I’d be coming back?”  They realized what they had done and stopped, looking at their feet in shame.  You laughed again at the sudden change in behaviour.  “It’s fine you guys.  Apparently Nicky made a bet with Larry.  You heard Larry scoff behind you.

“You told her?”

“Hey, the only reason you’re mad is because you lost.”  Nicky said in defense.  Suddenly, the ground started to vibrate.  Jed and Octavius looked at each other and ran for their car.  They sped off just as Attila and his men raced into the foyer.  Behind them, Sacajawea walked in calmly.  Sacajawea saw you and smiled.  She gave you a hug before climbing up onto Texas behind Teddy.  Attila also hugged you, but the way Sacajawea did.  He lifted you off the ground as he shouted to his men, who began to cheer.  You struggled for breath and tapped his arm frantically.  He babbled something incoherent and put you down with an apologetic look on his face.  Before you could assure him it was okay, something warm and fuzzy launched onto your shoulder.  Dexter’s excited squeaks filled your ears, and you scratched his back.

“Well hello to you too,” You laughed.    Dexter shrieked even louder and leapt onto your head, messing with your hair.  You laughed, and looked to Nicky for help.  He chuckled and walked over to you.  He pulled the monkey off your head.  The monkey squeaked in protest. Nicky leaned down and said something to Dexter.  The monkey perked up and sprung out of Nicky’s arms.  Before anyone could do anything, the capuchin grabbed Larry’s keys and scampered out of sight. 

“Hey!  Get back here!”  Larry shouted as he took off after Dexter.   You heard a crash and a rushed apology.  A man in long orange robes appeared, brushing dust off his clothes.

“Hey, Ahk!”  Nicky waved at the stranger who came over to your cluster of friends. 

“Hello, Nicky,” The man nodded to him and everyone else.  “Who’s this?”  He motioned to you.

“This is my friend, Y/N.”  You held out your hand, expecting him to shake it.  Instead, he leaned down and brushed his lips over your knuckle, causing you to blush.

“It is an honour, Y/N.  I am Ahkmenrah.”  You  blinked.  Hold on a minute.

“Wait.  Ahkmenrah?”  He nodded.  “As in the mummy from the Egyptian exhibit?”  He nodded again.  You looked at Nicky and pointed at Ahkmenrah.  “How the hell is he alive?”

Nicky stared at you.  “You’re joking, right?  You see the whole museum come to life every night and you’re surprised by one guy waking up?”

“Everyone else is made of wax.  He’s actual flesh.”  You warily stepped away.  “He won’t eat my brains, will he?”  Nicky burst out laughing.

“No, you’re good.  Ahk’s not a zombie.  He actually owns the tablet.”

“Plus, I don’t eat.”  Ahkmenrah chimed in helpfully.  You smiled and he awkwardly matched yours.  “And in order to destroy whatever image of me you have, would you care to join me on a tour of the museum?”  You looked at Nicky, who nodded.

“Sure,” You said.  Ahkmenrah’s face brightened up and he offered you his arm.  He led you away from the main foyer and down a hall.

“So how is it that you are comfortable with the other exhibits, yet me coming to life is such a shock?”

“Well, I’ve been here before.”  He looked at you.  “When Nicky and I were little we used to come here all the time.  We always stayed away from the Egyptian exhibit because we heard weird noises and thought it was a ghost, but looking back now, that was probably you, wasn’t it?”  He nodded.

“But if you’ve been coming here since you were little, how come you didn’t know about me?”

“We just moved back.  My family moved away ten years ago, and we’ve only been back for a few weeks.  We actually only live a few blocks away from here.”  You mentally punched yourself.  You only met this guy twenty minutes ago, and he already knew your name and the general location of your home.  But somehow you felt like you could trust him.  Like you were safe. 

“—N?”  You snapped back into reality.  Ahkmenrah was staring at you.  “Are you alright?”

“Hm?  Oh, yeah.  Yeah I’m fine.  Just lost in thought, I guess.”  You rubbed your arm in embarrassment and Ahkmenrah smiled down at you.  “So, you’ve been asking me a lot of questions.  I think it’s my turn.”

“Go ahead,”

“How does the Tablet work?”

“It was forged by priests and bathed in the light of Khonsu, the moon god.  His power is what brings everything to life.”  You nodded.

“So, it was buried with you?”  He nodded.  “Oh, God.”  He looked at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?”  You asked, bewildered.  “What’s wrong is that you were brought to life every night for thousands of years and all you could do was stay in a little box!”  He blinked at you.  He looked like he was going to say something, but his widened and he pulled you down suddenly.  You let out a shriek as a small plane flew overhead.  You both watched the plane as it flew out of sight.

“Are you alright?”  He asked you with concern in his eyes.  You nodded and he helped you up.  You brushed off your clothes while he waited.  When you were ready, he offered you his arm again.  You took a step and your ankle exploded with pain.  You released his arm with a cry and dropped back down to the floor.  “Y/N!”  He exclaimed, dropping down beside you.  “Are you okay?”  You nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” You ground out.  “It’s probably just a sprain.”  You tried to get up again, but collapsed.  Not being to be told, Ahkmenrah scooped you up.  “Ahkmenrah, what are you doing?”

“Well we need to treat your ankle, and you obviously can’t walk.”  You tried to think of an argument, but couldn’t come up with anything.  You sighed and settled against his chest, defeated.  Ahkmenrah looked down at you, suddenly grateful that his heart no longer beat.  If it had, it would have probably exploded by now.

“Y/N?”  Nicky’s voice echoed through the halls.  “Ahk?”  He turned the corner and his eyes landed on you, still cradled in the Pharaoh’s arms.  “What happened?”

“Jedediah’s plane happened.”  You explained as you pointed to your ankle.

“I was just taking her to the front desk,” Nicky walked over to you, and before either of you could react, he took you out of Ahkmenrah’s arms and into his own.

“I guess this is a good time to take you home then, huh?”  He asked.  “Thanks for taking care of her, Ahk.”  He nodded.

“I hope to see you again, Y/N.”  Ahkmenrah said warmly.  You smiled.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Thank you again, Nicky.”  You said as he helped you to your front room.  It turned out that your sprain wasn’t a sprain, and now your leg was trapped in a cast.

“It’s no problem.  You sure you don’t need any more help?”

“I think I can make it to my room on my own, mom.”  You laughed and he scoffed at the nickname.

“Yeah, yeah.  I’ll see you later,” You waved and he left.  You slipped you key into the door and walked in.

“Hello?”  You called, wondering if your family was home.  You were answered by a note left on the kitchen counter.  You picked it up and read it.

Went out for dinner.  Will be back by 11.


You put the note back down and walked (or rather hobbled) into the living room.  You flopped down on the couch and reached for the remote.  You flipped through the channels before deciding on a show.  You settled into the couch and got comfortable.    The opening began to play, but before you could get into the show, you heard a thud from your room.  You hit mute, and listened for the sound.  When you heard nothing, you shrugged and turned up the volume again.  The show continued, but you heard the show again. You swallowed your fear and decided to investigate.  Walking over to the broom closet, you took out a baseball bat and slowly approached your room.  You pushed the open with your bat and slowly stepped inside.  You flicked on the light and looked around.  You didn’t see anything, but you knew someone was in there.

“Who’s there?”  You shouted, attempting to sound tough.  “I’ll call the cops!”  When you didn’t get an answer you ran out and back to the phone.  Before you could pick up the phone, a tan hand slipped over yours.  You let out a shriek and whirled around.  Ahkmenrah held his hands up and stepped away from you, his eyes wide.  “Wha—Ahk?”  He nodded.  “What the hell are you doing here?!”  You demanded as you tried to calm your nerves.  He reached into his robes and pulled something out.

“You left this at the Museum,” He said simply, handing you your phone.  In all the commotion you hadn’t even noticed you dropped it.  You took it with a shaky hand.


“I’m sorry I scared you.”

“No, no it’s okay.  But why did you come all the way here to give me my phone?  I would’ve been there tomorrow, you know.”  Ahkmenrah’s face began to turn pink.

“Well…”  He rubbed his neck.  “We didn’t get to finish our talk, and to be completely honest, I wanted to see you sooner,” You smiled at his bashfulness.

“Well let’s talk then.  You grabbed his hand and pulled him back over to the couch and sat down.  He followed suit.  “You never answered me, you know.”

He tried to recall your earlier remark, but came up blank.  “What did you say?”

“…Why do you talk about being trapped for thousands of years like it’s no big deal?”  He went quiet and his face turned serious.  “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” You said, worried that you had crossed the line. 

“No it’s alright.” He smiled at you.  “Well, it’s no big deal to me because…I guess I just got used to the idea.  I honestly didn’t think I’d ever get out.”

“But why did you try so hard to get out in the museum?”

“Because for the first time since I was buried, I thought I finally had a chance.  I heard the noises outside every night for fifty years, but no one ever let me out.  That was even worse than the thousand years in my tomb.”  You laid a hand on his arm sympathetically.

“I’m so sorry, Ahk.”  He looked at you with confusion.


“If I had known, I would’ve let you out sooner.”  He laid his hand over yours.

“No, I scared you.  If I were you I wouldn’t let me out either.”  He began to get closer to you.  “I’m just glad I’m out now.”

“But why?”  You asked, your voice barely a whisper.                                                

“…Because I get to talk to you,” He murmured as his lips got closer to yours.  Your lips were a hairs width away from each other.  You both leaned in, and…

“Y/N, we’re home!” SHIT!  You and Ahkmenrah looked at each other, wide eyed.  “Y/N?  Are you here?”  You reacted first.  You sprung up and grabbed Ahkmenrah, pushing him towards your room.

“Y/N?  Wha—”

“Shhh!”  You exclaimed, opening the window to the fire escape.  “You can get out through here!”  He nodded and walked over.

“Can I see you again?”  He asked hopefully.  You smiled and nodded.  He grinned and kissed your cheek.  “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”  And then he was gone, leaving you alone in your room, a hand to your cheek and a dumb grin on your face.

Nicky: U coming 2nite?

You looked up from your homework and grabbed your phone, texting a quick message in reply.

Y/N: Can’t.  Got 2 much homework :(

You got up and put your phone on its stand, turning on your music.  Soft music began to play through your speakers as you returned to your work.   You managed to make more progress, but you were interrupted again by someone knocking at your window.  You looked up just as Ahkmenrah opened the door and entered your room.

“Hi,” You said as you looked back down at your work.                                              

“Hello, Y/N,” You moved over so he could sit on your bed.  “What are you doing?”

“Homework,” You answered without looking up.

“How long have you been working?”  You checked the clock.                               

“About…five hours now?”  You estimated.  Ahkmenrah reached over and closed your books without a word.  “What are you doing?”  You asked as he took your schoolwork away.

“You’ve been working for too long,” He stated simply.  “You need to relax.”

“Well what do you suggest?”  The room went silent as he thought.  Then a smile slowly spread across his face and he grabbed your hand, pulling you up.  “What are you doing?”  You asked.

“Dancing,” He answered with a grin.  You pushed away from him with a nervous laugh.

“Whoa whoa whoa, buddy.  No way.”


“I don’t dance.”

“You don’t have to.”  He gently grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back to him.  He lifted you up and slid his feet under yours.  Staying in time with the music, he slowly began to sway the two of you back and forth.  “See?  You’re a natural.”  He murmured in your ear.  You blushed and hid your face in his shoulder.  “Don’t be embarrassed.”  He let go of your hand and tilted your face up to his.  “You’re beautiful.”  He leaned down, and slowly brushed his lips against yours.  Your eyes fluttered closed and you pressed your lips against his, savouring the moment. 

What am I doing?

You abruptly pushed him away and moved to the other side of the bed, creating a barrier between the two of you.

“What’s wrong?”  He asked you, trying to mask the hurt in his voice.  “Don’t you want this?”

“Of course I do!”  You answered.  “But we can’t.”

“Why on earth not?”  He walked to your side of the bed.  When you didn’t answer, he stiffened.  “I deserve to know, Y/N.”  He said firmly.  You sighed.

“I want to be with you, I really do.  But it wouldn’t work.  I’m human, and you’re only awake at night.  I really like you, but I want to be with someone I have a chance at having a future with.”  Ahkmenrah sighed, and before you could react, he pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest.

“I really like you too.  And we will make this work, I promise.  I’ll find a way for us to be together.  All I ask is you wait for me.”  You sighed and pressed your face into his chest.  “Please.”  He whispered.  After a moment, you nodded.


“So, got any plans this weekend?”  Nicky asked as you left the school.  You shook your head. 

“I’m working all weekend.”

“That sucks.”  You shrugged.

“Yeah, but I’d rather not be homeless, so you know,” You laughed.  “Oh, and I don’t need a ride today.”

“No!”  He shouted abruptly, making your jump.  “I mean, it’s no problem, my car’s right there.”

“You don’t have to,”  You said.

“Y/N.  Get in the car.” 

You laughed.  “Okay, okay!”  You held your hands up in surrender and climbed into the passenger side.  Nicky got in the driver’s side and you tossed your bag into the back seat.  What you didn’t expect was a shout of pain to respond.  You whirled around to see Ahkmenrah wearing street clothes and rubbing his head.  You shrieked and Nicky covered his ears.

“Ahk, you okay?”  He asked.

“I’m fine,” The Pharaoh answered.  You were still shocked into silence, and Ahkmenrah grinned at you.  “What, not even a hello?”  You looked at Nicky, bewildered.

“Surprise,” He said lamely.  “That’s  why I insisted on driving.”  Ahkmenrah grabbed your bag and got out.  He opened your door and helped you out.  You both waved good-bye to Nicky as he drove away.

“Well?”  Ahkmenrah asked after a moment.

“W-What is going on?  How is this possible?”  You asked in a daze.  He leaned down and grabbed your hand.

“I promised I’d find a way for us to be together didn’t I?”  He murmured as his eyes searched yours. 

“Wait.”  You said as you held up your hands.  “What are you saying?”  He grinned and pulled you closer.

“What I’m saying is I’m human.”  Your eyes widened.  “We can be together.  We can have a future!” He said excitedly.  When you didn’t answer, his face fell.  “What?  Are you unhappy?”  You remained silent.  He stepped away, running a hand over his face.  “Oh my God.  I should’ve asked you first.  I’m so sorry, I shoul—”  He didn’t get to finish, because you had already covered his mouth with your own.

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Warning: Smut but nothing too detailed about half way through

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Get in line like everybody else
  • I had a few things to buy at a walmart so I head for the one in a mall I was shopping in. The entrance by the mall is checked by an old lady. As I enter, she had stopped two ladies wearing the hijab that had a stroller with a child in it. I pass, thinking nothing much of it since strollers and bag-packs are usually checked at these entrance. I go about my business, grab my things, pay and head back to the same entrance to leave. As I approach, I see that the lady had stopped a monk (Really, he was wearing the orange and brown robes, I was surprised because we rarely see monks fully dress as such in my part of the country) and an Hispanic lady with a child in her arms and a bag-pack. Naturally, I stop in line because I have a bag-pack so I assumed I needed to have it checked. The old lady spots me and says
  • Old lady: You can pass.
  • Me: But I have a bag-pack like the lady.
  • Old lady: It's not the same you can pass.
  • Me, without thinking to much: How is it not the same.
  • Old lady, as she stops a dark color skin woman and let's two white ass teen with huge bag-packs pass: It's just not. You can go.
  • Me, white ass Canadian chick: Oh...
  • Old Lady: So go, you can pass.
  • Me: Nah, I'll stay in line like everybody else. Ya know, so we all get the same treatment.
  • That just makes the old lady mad right but I don't budge. She just tries to convince me to move but I don't and even stop a white teen passing with a bag-pack.
  • Me: Hey, you gotta get in line, ya know, like everybody else.
  • The thing is, I live in Canada right. We are known to be welcoming and open people. I am proud to say I am Canadian but sadly, we are do not all share the same mind set. The old lady is just about to murder me when it's finally my turn. The Hispanic mother looks at me with a shy smile before she leaves and the dark colored skin lady behind has just the biggest smile imaginable. I try to get the old lady's name but she hides her name tag and won't give it to me. So I head over to the cassier to tell them what happened. As I leave, I flash a big smile to the lady and before making my exit.
Ahkmenrah x Reader: 21, 900

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Some interesting news out of Africa: A group of archeologists in Egypt have discovered a new tomb.  Unlike typical Egyptian tombs, the aforementioned had a structure reminiscent of Roman styles, and contained only a casket made of metal and draped in fabric.  The  tomb is being researched thoroughly, and we’ve learned that when the research is complete, the remains and artifacts will be sent to New York’s Museum of Natural History.  This has been the eight o’clock news, I’m Howard Malone.

21, 900.

It had been 21, 900 days since you had woken up for the first time.  You counted each and every day you had spent screaming and pounding on the lid of your dungeon.  So far, it was the same as how long you had been awake.  When you first woke up, you were terrified.  You thought you would be alone, in the dark, forever.

But then you heard voices and footsteps, and you were filled with hope.  You began banging on the lid and screaming to be let out.  You were filled with despair at the sound of retreating footsteps and fading voices.  You screamed until you were hoarse, and your hands banged limply on the lid.  You dissolved into a sobbing mess.  Between your quiet sobs an gasping breaths, however, you heard something peculiar.

A man.  

Screaming just as loud as you were.

It was an odd comfort, knowing you weren’t alone in your suffering.

But one day, his screaming stopped.

And you were truly alone.

Every night, you screamed to be let out. But now you were even more desperate, knowing everyone was outside and you were still trapped within.

 One night, after hearing the footsteps retreat for the thousandth time, you decided it wasn’t worth it anymore.   You were left in your prison night after night.  Why would anything change?  With this new mindset, you decided to fall asleep, of your own free will, for the first time in sixty years.

“Hey Larry?” Larry looked up from his paperwork.

“What’s up?”

“What’s that pile of boxes in the back store room?  The ones dated 1956?”

“Those have been here since before I started.  I have no idea, but they’re from Egypt.”  Ahkmenrah perked up at the mention of Egypt.

“Can we open them and see?” Larry thought, before shrugging.

“I don’t see why not.” Larry grabbed a crowbar from the storage closet and motioned for the Pharaoh to follow.  They reached the pile of boxes and pulled the dusty tarp off the pile of boxes.  Most of the boxes were uneventful: A jar here, a chair there.  Things didn’t get interesting until they reached the bottom of the pile.

“Warning: human remains,” Ahkmenrah read aloud.  He looked over at Larry, who had a confused look on his face.

“Wouldn’t we have heard something?” Ahkmenrah shrugged.

“Open it.” Larry nodded and stepped forward.  He wedged the crowbar under the wooden lid, and (with some assistance from Ahkmenrah) managed to pry it open.  A simple metal casket adorned with faded cloth rested inside.  The men nodded at each other and each grabbed an end of the lid.  

“On three.  One…two…three!” They both lifted the lid with all their strength.  The lid groaned as it was slid out of place, and the two dropped it on the ground before inspecting the now open casket.

“Oh my God.” Ahkmenrah breathed just as the girl inside opened her eyes.

When you opened your eyes, you expected to be greeted with the ever-present darkness.  You weren’t expecting to see two men standing over, watching you in bewilderment.  At first you thought it was a dream.  You blinked extra hard, and rubbed your eyes with your knuckles, but they were still there.  The one dressed in orange and blue robes extended a hand to you.  You took it, dazed, and allowed him to pull you to your feet.  The other one helped you out of your casket.

“What’s your name?” The first one asked.

“Y-Y/N.” You answered.  Your name sounded so foreign to you, and you loved the way it rolled off your tongue.  The first one smiled at you.

“That’s a lovely name.” You blushed.  “This is Larry, and I’m Ahkmenrah.” You smiled.

“Where am I?”

“The Museum of Natural History.” You raised an eyebrow.  Ahkmenrah laughed.  “Come on; I’ll give you the tour.  You followed him out of the backroom, and your jaw dropped at what you saw.  People in all sorts of strange costumes were milling about, and animals you had never seen before bounded across the halls.  Ahkmenrah showed you all the places in the museum, from the main lobby to the Hall of Miniatures.  “And this is my exhibit.” You walked in and looked around.  The walls were covered in symbols.  He told you they were called hieroglyphics.  At the end of the hall there was an ornate casket.  The lid was laying on the ground next to it, and you put two and two together.

“You were in there?” You pointed at the casket.  He nodded.  “It was you…” You said at last.

“I’m sorry?”

“It was you.”  Seeing he didn’t understand, you elaborated.  “All those years I was trapped in my casket, I was screaming.  I was screaming and screaming.  Night after night.  For 21, 900 days.  But I wasn’t the only one.  You were screaming too, weren’t you?” Realization dawned on Ahkmenrah’s face, and he nodded.  “One day you stopped screaming.  And I realized I was alone again.  So I didn’t see the point in screaming if no one would be there to hear me.” Ahkmenrah looked at you sympathetically, and laid a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry that happened to you.  If I had known you were there, I would’ve made sure you were let out years ago.” You smiled in gratitude.

“Thank you.” You told him sincerely.  “Just knowing you would’ve is enough for me.” He smiled down at you, and you both turned away.  You walked back out of his exhibit and continued to explore the museum in a comfortable silence.

Thanks to the anon that requested this one!


THE PHANTOM MENACE: The appeal to the Senate is the last orthodox action Amidala can take to save her people. Consequently, she appears in all her glory to address the august body of delegates and plead for their help. Her magnificent gown is designed to showcase the majesty of Naboo, as well as to help Amidala remain courageous when faced with the most trying and important speech of her career. 

Her gown consists of a thick red velvet robe with embossed rosettes and golden, triple-braided soutache on the cuffs of the sleeves and the collar, and an underdress of pleated orange silk. The imposing headdress binds her hair into a severe form with golden hairbands, while finial hairtip ornaments balance the headpiece. Intricate suspensas of orichalc finework parallel the ornaments and border Amidala’s face. Directly on top of the Queen’s head rests the Royal Sovereign of Naboo medal, a constant reminder or who she is and the power she wields. When she addresses the Senate, Amidala chooses to wear a large black cloak over the gown.

DESIGN: “She lives on a beautiful, lush planet; so we looked at flowers for inspiration. But because she is a queen, we wanted costumes that would also be imposing. We researched Mongolian and Tibetan costumes, styles that aggrandize the person - and I found the more outrageous it got, the better.” No other gown demonstrates Iain McCaig’s principle behind the Queen’s gowns better than this one.

The gown was incredibly expensive and time-consuming, made up of three complex layers. The underdress was made from a seventy year-old vintage orange-shot-gold silk taffeta with a green weave. It was constructed with layers of sharp sunray-pleated panels. The pleats were designed to catch the light whenever Amidala moved, an effect enhanced by antique beaded lace pieces. The most beautiful and most visible layer, the middle red robe, was made of red and green shot silk velvet with bronze metallic embroidery and ruched yoke and hem panels. A special technique added depth and texture to the robe. The lining of the robe was orange silk taffeta overlaid with gold metallic organza. At the cuffs and collar, this lining is visible and it was further decorated with seed pearls and gold braid made from a stitching process known as trapunto. Small tubes were stitched into a design, and then thread was injected into the tubes to create a padded effect. A time-consuming project, it took one person a week to do the trapunto. The final layer, the outer robe, was faux fur with shoulders padded into a pyramid shape and lined with red silk.

Though magnificent on its own, the gown would be incomplete without the unbelievable headdress. Its base was a close-fitting metallic gold cap; using an electo-forming technique, it was constructed from copper and then plated in real gold. Petite colored jewels and filigree details completed the incredibly heavy, expensive, uncomfortable - and yet stunning - headdress.

From serious to utterly ridiculous...

The night started off with another trial with our Ishgardians, one that got pretty intense as the man was sentenced to ten lashings.

No, not THOSE kind of lashings, you damned perverts. The serious, flay off skin, likely kill you after a certain amount kind. My character, a temple knight, lashed the accused to a post, then kindly offered him a leather bit to bite on and keep from breaking his jaw or biting his tongue, and kept hold of his glasses so he would not get them broken. He took it pretty well… only some muffled screaming.
Though male miqote courtesan seemed to think they would be fun! … Yeah, I was scared by him, too. 

But, after that seriousness, we decided to end the night on something much more whimsical…

And what can possibly be more fun than dressing up in eye searing orange robes and demanding tithes from people in the name of Nald’thal?!


“Gold is the Color of Divinity!” “Tithes for Nald’thal?”

Oh certainly we got the normal death threats and spazzes, but we also found a lot of really good sports who put up with us, and made a couple new friends!

… We end up doing the most random things.

All in all, a good night. 

Ritual Robe Colors
  1. Oranges and Reds - Protective, Sabbats.
  2. White and Muslin - Purification, Esabbats.
  3. Black - Wards negativity, Protective, Truth.
  4. Greens - Wildwood, Lady and Lord of Nature, Horned God, Herbs, Earth.
  5. Gray and pale Lavender - Other world, Fae, veiled, Mystic. 
  6. Purples - Spiritual Awareness, Intuition. 
  7. Blues - Water and Skies, Psychic Awareness. 
  8. Yellows - Divination. 

==Moonlight Academy==