protection-warrior

Off the back of my first post regarding Space Dad Kolivan have some headcannons/ideas/random stuff!!

Lance narrating: “Funnily enough, the deadliest of us is also the dadliest”

Hunk slips while pulling food out of the oven, Kolivan catches the food in one hand and Hunk in the other.

He likes to throw Pidge. Straight up at dubious heights, across the room, behind the enemy’s lines during a battle as some kind of flanking maneuver. He’ll just pick her up and toss her bc he can

He’ll actively and noticeably censor himself in the paladins’ presence.

Always manages to land a perfectly centered slap on the back of Lance’s head as situationally required

He’s legit the “I’m everywhere” dad

He has a Dad Chair on the castle, even when he’s not there it’s left for him

T H E   T H E R M O S T A T

He’s like a reverse gremlin, little inconsequential fixes that took the back-burner are suddenly being done and no one knows how or who by until Coran catches Kolivan adjusting something and he’s just like “it helps me think”

Kolivan insists on cooking a traditional Galra meal bc Kieth needs to taste his heritage

He’s a fab cook and Galra cooking is bae

Kolivan is very proud of himself and gladly teaches Hunk the recipes

He can drive and park any vehicle perfectly on the first try regardess of whether or not he has prior experience with said vehicle

He even once managed to drift into a flawless parallel park during a high speed escape

Can turn any situation or funny story into a Valuable Life Lesson

“Alright paladins, we’re going to do this clearly dangerous and highly risky thing in a needlessly complex yet still over-simplified way”

Creative in the most unusually creative way.

*explosion* the team comes running in to see Kolivan crouching with his back to the blast, looking badass. Kolivan stands up revealing a previously completely hidden Pidge, not a hair out of place

*is holding a baby, baby screams in delight* A MIGHTY WARRIORS CRY

Highkey protective af

Totally chill with Pidge climbing all over him, he doesn’t even notice the extra weight

One time Hunk found them in the bridge doing some modifications together and took a picture bc it was too cute

Kolivan was standing, leaning on the control panel doing things while Pidge was perched on his shoulders with her laptop on the top of his head, typing

They were both so hyper-focused that neither noticed Hunk quietly squeeing

He can and will fall asleep anywhere

but will wake up and be totally alert in 0.3 sec if he needs to catch someone/something

One time Kieth was standing on the kitchen counter looking for food on the top shelves bc he’s the second shortest person and he stepped back too far but Kolivan just reached out and pushed him back into a standing position without even looking up from his reading

all those “nazism-is-free-speech-and-free-speech-must-always-be-protected” warriors are eerily quiet now that donald trump is clearly trying to suppress the free speech of black athletes. oh gosh i wonder why? you think it has anything to do with the fact that they don’t give a shit about freedom of speech but they use it as a cover to push a far-right agenda? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Haurchefant should be sainted in the Halonic faith tbh. Saint Haurchefant, who died to protect the warrior who helped liberate Ishgard from a millennia of lies and war. He could be the patron saint of love and friendship and loyalty.

9

Albanian mythology: Zana or Thana 

During the Illyrian times Thana was known as the goddess of hunting. Her name translates to “fairy”. Over the years, she became what Albanians know as “Zana e Malit.” In Northern Albania and Kosovo every mountain was said to have its own zana, who appeared as a fair maiden found bathing naked in mountain streams. The zana is believed to be extremely courageous, a formidable opponent, who can bestow her protection on warriors. Albanians even have an expression Ai ishte trim si zana, meaning, “He was as brave as a fairy”, this is used to refer to very courageous individuals. The zana is believed to have the power to petrify humans with a glance.

7

Magic: the Gathering - Ixalan PAX West Panel

POST 5 of 5 - THE SUN EMPIRE

The Sun Empire is a prosperous empire on the continent of Ixalan, which is located on the Plane of the same name.  The emperor resides within the Tocatli palace in the capital city of Pachatupa.  The Sun Priests protect the Empire’s warriors who ride dinosaurs to protect and expand their power.  The Empire had displaced the Merfolk River Heralds as the dominant force on the continent, but now are harried by both the Brazen Coalition and Legion of Dusk.  Lost cities and ancient ruins from before the Sun Empire’s rise to power can now be found, overgrown and half-buried, in the depths of the jungle.

Pirates, Vampires, Merfolk, Dinosaurs, and more stand between you and bold new discoveries in the world of Ixalan! Brave the unknown at Ixalan prerelease on September 23rd and September 24th. Available in stores September 29th.

Ixalan Trailer -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZOcCTSL7dmw

PAX WEST - Ixalan World Building Panel, with Wizards of the Coast Team members Marisa Fulmer, Cynthia Sheppard, Jeremy Jarvis and Jams Wyatt.  Recorded on Twitch here (starting a 3:20) -
https://www.twitch.tv/videos/171728349

anonymous asked:

hey this is regarding the 'alexis not appropriating native culture' post - can you elaborate as to how she didn't appropriate and as you said some of the other queens have in the past, how did they appropriate? ( just wanting to be a little more educated thanks :)

Putting it here as well so that the explanation shows up in the tags:

Ok so since making what was essentially a rant post this has gotten quite a few notes and has some people questioning it about cultural appropriation.

And tbh they are fair questions. As a matter of fact, I came across an article while writing this that states that what was done was cultural appropriation, but it was written by a white woman who resides in England so safe to say that they are not a) educated enough to say it was and b) it’s not her culture so really like this original post said, she should stay out of it and inform herself what it is before putting together a sham article with the only other people weighing in on it are white, (I noticed not a single native tweet was put in there nor was there a single native person weighing in on the topic). But that’s another topic for another day.

Now the general definition of cultural appropriation is this: something that is taken from another culture that is very sacred and used in inappropriate means.

Now let’s take a look at Alexis’s outfit (please excuse John Polly):

Let’s see there’s a bow in her hair, a turquoise corset, and a printed generic skirt. Let’s see turquoise has been in fashion since the hippy’s discovered them from native’s in the 70′s, the print on the skirt is so generic tbh you could find that in any place, and a literal bow in her hair CAUSE PUNS. Actually this outfit was so generic when I showed it to my mother she asked, “How is THAT native?”

This is honestly so fricking innocent, it’s not taking anything sacred or disrespecting in any kind of way. (TBH I know several dancers who really want that corset right now). Nothing sacred is used that hasn’t been in fashion for forever and is honestly so generic. I literally find nothing wrong (cultural appropriation wise, that wig is another story) with this outfit. If anything she honors it and is inspired and NOT TRYING TO RIP IT OFF AND PASS IT OFF AS SOMETHING NEW ENTIRELY (which is another important part of cultural appropriation).

Now let’s get onto the other queens who did:

Please note I love these queens myself so this is not hate, as a Native, I just have a serious issue with these outfits and the judgement that went into them, or complete lack of judgement.

The most obvious one is Raja:

Like where the fuck do you even start with how fucking cultural l insensitive that is? YOU DO NOT USE HEADDRESSES LIKE THIS! You don’t! Not only that but the fact that most queens/people when they hear Native they think scantily clad and just no. These are SACRED! You don’t use them in cosplay, you don’t use them as “costumes.” Just no!

If it wasn’t alright for Karlie Kloss to go down the Victoria’s Secret runway in a headdress it’s not alright for Raja either (who might I remind you is Indonesian, not Native American).

And then let’s go to the biggest pet peeve of mine for this whole situation that happened JUST THIS SEASON:

Hypersexualized, mismatched, totally misses the mark. The bones around her neck, are used as armor, not as a pretty necklace. They were used to protect warriors from arrows.

Not only is Alexis’s so much tamer, but I DID NOT SEE Y’ALL COMING FOR TRINITY EARLIER WHEN SHE DID THIS SHIT. I DID NOT SEE ONE OF Y’ALL SAY “GIVE IT A BOOT FOR CULTURAL APPROPRIATION!” NOT ONE OF YOU. And honestly this is if I remember correctly she described as a Tiger Lily fantasy. You know get reference the British man’s wetdream of a native woman.

So no, unless y’all are gonna go in on Trinity and her way worse interpretation of native american that is actual appropriation, I don’t want to hear one peep from y’all about Alexis’s innocent getup.

Leafpool: Spottedleaf, I don’t know what to do! Should I leave with Crowfeather or stay with my clan?

Spottedleaf: Follow your heart ;))) *kissy emoji*

Leafpool: She must mean that I should leave with Crowfeather…

*after Cinderpelt dies*

Leafpool: Spottedleaf… you told me to follow my heart when you knew that I loved Crowfeather. You knew that I would leave the clan, allowing for the death of my mentor to happen without me being there to protect her. Why? :(

Spottedleaf: 

2

A/N: Request from anon. This is so bloody sad. I blame Odin. For every bad thing Loki has ever done. *hands out tissues* I literally cried my eyes out while writing the last bit, be warned, really.

Words: 2323
Warnings: violence, reader death

Keep reading

Rivamika Timeline Part 3 (2015~2017)

A little over two years since I posted Part 2… here it is! The long awaited Rivamika Timeline - Part 3. The Uprising Arc might be long over in the manga, but the Rivamika hype has not faded… far from it.

This post covers chapters 71, 72, 74, 78, 83, 84, 85 & 89 from the Return to Shiganshina arc and chapter 93 of the Truth of Marley arc, as well as the new ANSWERS databook and anime Season 2′s episodes 28, 30 & 33.

[Part 1] - Everything up to the Clash of Titans arc, anime Season 1, INSIDE KOU databook (2009~2013) 

[Part 2] - Uprising Arc (2014~2015) 

Keep reading

2

For anon…enjoy!

Y/N smiled as she laughed with one of her Younglings. She was attempting to get him to settle down, but it seemed he was only causing her to giggle. She patted the boy’s head.

“You need to focus, Tyyrkk. After the lesson, you can tell me all about your dream. Okay?”
The young wookie nodded. “Okay.”

Y/N straightened as she moved around the room. She coyly raised her eyes to catch a glimpse of the Master Jedi giving the lesson: Obi Wan Kenobi. She knew it was wrong to think of him as anything other than a friend, but over the years, she could no longer help it.

She returned her gaze onto the Younglings, attempting to help in any way possible. Her diverted attention allowed Obi Wan to sneak a peak at her. He smiled to himself as he saw her tend to several unfocused children at once. She was able to coax them into listening to him with little to no effort. The man glanced at the ground before continuing his lesson.


Keep reading

AU where sun and moon are warriors protecting their kingdom. I’m really not happy with this one, but I hope you like it anyways!

(Btw check out my Instagram, my other Naruto works or my Art Blog! )
Do NOT remove me as source or repost the picture.

Special ops in space part 1

Decided to hop on the humans are space orcs band wagon. My take on how aliens contacted humans and how it went from there from a slightly more militaristic and scientific approach.
—————-
The day that the Intergalactic Alliance for Planetary Peace (jokingly called the APP by the younger generation, quoting an old saying “there’s an app for that”) was five years after all of the nations had declared world peace after the bloodiest war yet. Half of the human population had been decimated by everything but nuclear bomb, every world leader had decided that enough was enough.

They had showed up at one of the council meetings that take place on a different continent every month to discuss less pressing matters. It almost ended horribly, an unknown group of entities showing up where all of the world leaders had congregated, but through fast talking on the alien’s part and the vow to be more peaceful beings earlier made by the humans, everything ended up going well.

Which lead to the current situation. While they may claim to be more peaceful, humans are still wary of areas where none of them had been before. So, along with a team of top scientists and medical staff, there went a team of the top 6 military personnel. Three from assorted American special ops, one from Norway, one from Canada, and the last from Poland. When questioned by the members of the A.P.P, the leaders stated that there was absolutely no way in hell they were allowing their top people into an unknown area without protection. The warriors on the ship, when they heard this, laughed. How could a squishy group of mud covered savages that haven’t even reached outside of their own solar system could really do anything?

This was an opportunity for the researchers of the Alliance to study the surprisingly hardy species as well. They were surprised that these soft creatures were the top of the food chain, even with everything, including their own atmosphere, trying to kill them. So the ship of researchers set off into deep space to discover new planets and to discover more about each other.

The first meeting was terrifying. Three soldier were the first on the ship, no emotion showing on their faces, heavy exoskeleton like armor surrounding what they assumed covered their vital regions, and more sleek looking weapons than seemingly possible. Many were happy that the scientists did not look the same, though some did look just as serious while others were gaping in awe. Then, three more of the heavily armed men followed.

It was a tense two days on the ship for the aliens. The human soldiers inforced the fact that they were a predator species by prowling around the entirety of the ship minus the private chambers. Though they weren’t too sure that they haven’t been there but went when nobody was watching. Soon though, the soldier lessened the amount of firepower they had on them and lightened the amount of armor they had on. In the communal rations center they were seen slightly separated from the other humans, sitting in a tight group and bearing their teeth at one another, rapidly switching languages to communicate. The human designated Sara, specializing in chemistry, explained to Gumantal (a poor pronunciation of him true name, but the sounds needed to actually speak it would ruin a human throat so he allowed it) that the team came from different ‘countries’ that have different languages and sometime dialects, and that the entire team had learned each other’s and many other languages in order to communicate with other humans. When asked why not simply use a translator device, such as the one they were using right now, the human female bared her teeth and stated that it was better for them to do their jobs if they didn’t need one. She went on to explain that even if they couldn’t speak it, they were well on their way to learn each of the other species on the ship’s language.

Gumantal apologized afterwards for upsetting her with his questions, then asked what he did to offend her. Humans were an intricate species of primitive life form so they wanted to avoid any tensions early on. Sara and all of the other researchers bared their teeth this time, reassuring the brave many armed alien that they were not angry, the bared teeth was called a smile and it showed amusement or joy. The forest green alien walked away, bewildered.

It was sometime later that those on the ship learned that the soldiers were composed of both males and females. When asked why the males did not do everything in their power to protect the biologically weaker, less muscular birth givers, Human Victor bared his teeth for the first time and seemed to bark harshly.

“I dare you to ask Oliver that! She’d rip yer mandibles off and feed ‘em to ya! Lyne would as well, now that I think about it. One thing you need to learn about humans, women are supposedly weaker than us men but they can still kick ass.”

A shaking Xiloiy later learned from Human designation William, occupation physicist that the barking was laughter, and that yes, human females stand on equal ground to the males of the species. This puzzled him as he came from a race that protected the bearers of his species to ensure the continued survival. Human William barked, laughed, at this when he stated it, shaking his head. Xiloty is still perplexed as to why.

All aliens on the ship were confused by their new companions and were curious as to how they would handle being a foreign planet with life for the first time. This was also the time that Xiloiy began to make a journal on the habits and any other information on humans, fearing having his outer mandibles ripped off as they were crucial to attracting a mate.

The special ops team assigned to protect the crew as well as gathering intel on everything they could were anxious as well, packing everything they may need for a worst case scenario. The warrior species that were to protect the crew and ship originally were insulting them when they believed the humans were not paying attention, mocking the useless item that would only tire them out. The ops team knew though that if push came to shove that they would be the ones to survive. After all, they’ve had to survive worse than some unknown territory. They were all highly trained to be able to conquer situations like that. Colonel Victor Kelly would make damn sure his people made it through this.

Major Scale Correspondences

As an extremely music inspired witch, I thought that I should share some of the correspondences that I have and regularly use with the 7 major scales(excluding sharp and flat major scales)!

A- Protection (A harsher sort of protection, like a warrior or guard), All Orange Colors, Pleasant Feelings, and Warmth. Element: Fire.

B- Wind, Royal Blue, Calm, Happiness, and Controlled Chaos. Element: Air.

C- Simplicity, Calm, Normality, Cold, Beige, and Pastel Blue. Element: Air.

D- Romance, Rain, Pastel Purple, Royal Purple, Burnt Burgandy (the color), and Sweetness. Element: Water.

E- Friendship, Green, Energy, Taking Up Space, and Heat. Element: Earth.

F- Storms, Anger, Pale Grey, Bright Red, Dryness, and Sand. Element(s): Earth/Fire.

G- Protection (A warm sort of protection, more of a familial\personal\friendly sort of feel), Chocolaty Brown, and Glamour. Element: Water.

A Time for Us [Prince Sidon/Reader]

Title: A Time for Us
Pairing: Prince Sidon/Reader [you]
Summary: Sidon often waited for you at the East Reservoir Lake in the evenings. On this particular night, while wrought with worry, you offered him a solace that few could.
>previous Sidon fic: Unbearable Distance (part1)

a/n: what’s up? this is a repost because there were a few things i had done that annoyed the piss outta me. so, i apologize for that and the title change. but, i hope you enjoy nonetheless.

please offer feedback if you can, requests are still open as well.



Under the brilliance of the moon and veil of night, the domain drifted into a familiar peaceful silence while they slumbered, the worries and weight of the world nothing more but a temporary illusion. The guards surrounding the domain took care to tread quietly, walking just a bit too tightly to prevent their armor from clanking and holding their spears aloft to keep the flint from striking the floor.

Since your arrival at the domain mere months ago, nightfall had easily become your favorite time of day in the cycle to meander the town and admire an almost otherworldly beauty. The sky was dotted with stars cast high above the canopy of trees and mountains that encapsulated the domain, just as a shield were to protect the warrior. Rushing waterfalls had once kept you awake at night, but now you often turned to them and listened to them sing–they were eternal.

You ventured away from the town at these hours, yet never far enough rouse concern from the guards nor your lover. The East Reservoir Lake had become your sanctuary and where you usually found yourself resting as well, much to the dismay of the prince. It didn’t come as any surprise to you when you would find him waiting there for you patiently, or not at all.

Upon your descent to the lake, you could see his silhouette at the end of the dock–tall, proud, yet deeply affected by things around him. You took those tentative steps towards his back until you were able to hook your arms loosely around one of his and rest your face against his cold scales.

Keep reading

A Warrior’s Vow. [NESSIAN oneshot]

He looks innocent when he sleeps, like a child when he dreams, not at all like the deadly warrior, the trained killer, that I have seen on the battlefield. I lie awake, watching his chest rise and fall, as the starlight illuminates his bedroom through the open window. The sheer curtains are swaying, back and forth, thanks to the cool breeze that sweeps through Velaris after the sun sets.

He fell asleep so peaceably after we made love, after I called out his name as if it was both a blessing and a curse. As if it was a prayer, to whom, I do not know. I can still feel his hands roaming my body. I can still feel his hips thrusting into my own. I can still feel his lips against the hollow of my neck, against my ear, whispering my name with such affection, such love.

My heart aches as I sit up, slowly, careful not to wake him. I gently move his arm from around my waist and swing my legs over the edge.

I gave myself to him tonight. I swore I would never let him in, but I did. I surrendered. I couldn’t hold back anymore, I have been fighting for months, for more than a year, since I arrived. He never wavered, though, he never backed down, no matter how much I asked and cursed him. He knew. He always knew.

I spent my mortal life running from every opportunity that proclaimed happiness. Now that I’m here, in this city, with him, as Prythian is finally at peace…..I am conflicted. I know that I love him, this man, this Illyrian, but something stops me. A barrier. My own self.

Anxiety fills my bones, my nerves, my breath as it hitches and I try catch the tears from falling, but I can’t. I remember the way he looked into my eyes with longing and desire as he asked me for permission only hours before. He saw me. And he loved what he saw. But, what if those feelings fade? What if he sees something he has yet to see, or what if he hears of my past doings and changes his mind?

I need to get out. I need fresh air. I need Feyre. No, I need to be alone. No need to burden her. I have burdened her enough in this lifetime.

I rise to my feet, shakily, and search around for my dress.

“Nesta?”

Cassian props himself up on his elbows amidst the dark pillows and blankets when I turn to him, my body bare and outlined by the light of the moon.

“I-“ I stammer, unsure of what to say.

His eyebrows come together in concern as he sits up and shifts to the side of the mattress, swinging his long, tanned legs over the side until they reach the floor. He takes in my tears, the way my body is shaking. His voice is scratchy from sleep when he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“I-I was just going to go for a walk.”

“Now?” He raises those eyebrows. “Nude?”

When I don’t answer, he holds out a hand to me. When I don’t move, he frowns. “Did I do something wrong? Did I offend you? Nesta, I’m sorry if-”

“No,” I answer, quickly, quietly. “No, of course not.”

“Nesta-“

“Stop saying that.”

“What?” he laughs, breathily. “Your name?”

“It’s not my name, it’s the way you say it.”

He tilts his head to the side, forcing his dark curls to fall in front of his eyes. “And how do I say it?”

As if it’s precious. As if you would be okay if that’s the only word you could say. As if you could live and breathe off the sound of my name alone. “I don’t know.”

He stands and I blush, but I don’t move back, I don’t move at all. I want him closer. I want him against me.

“You were leaving.” Not a question, so I don’t give him an answer.

“You’re afraid,” he continues. Not a question, either.

I look away, embarrassed, ashamed. “I have always found a reason to be unhappy. But being here, with you, for you, I am having trouble finding a reason. And, yes, maybe that scares me.”

He laughs, and I want to claw him for it, but I also want to hear that sound every day, every hour, for the rest of my life. “It’s new. This is all new. Just because you are no longer human does not mean that you won’t experience emotions the same way you did when you were mortal. It’s normal to fear the unknown. You scare the shit out of me, Nesta, but I want to feel scared. I want to take the risk of you completely destroying me, because I need you. I will always need you. I knew I needed you from the moment I saw you.”

I blink. “You met me when I was human.”

“Yes,” he breathes, “and you were just as beautiful and powerful then as you are now.”

I shake my head. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve the words you say to me.”

His warm, calloused hands find my waist and his wings, healed and thriving, appear behind him. “You deserve everything kind and beautiful that this world has to offer. Give me a chance to give them all to you. I will not disappoint you, Nesta. I will not harm you. I will not leave you.”

As his wings wrap around me in a powerful, yet gentle, embrace, my fear completely vanishes for the first time in my life. I give my heart to him as my lips find his, and he reassures me with his lips, with his hands, with his wings, that he will take it and protect it like a warrior protects his queen.  

2

mythology meme | Slavic gods & goddesses - Morning Star

In Slavic mythology, the Zorya are the two guardian goddesses, known as the Auroras or as the Morning Star and the Evening Star. Both sisters serve the sun god Dažbog, who is in some myths described as their father. The Morning Star opens the gates to his palace each morning for the sun-chariot’s departure. At dusk, the Evening Star closes the gates once more after his return.They guard and watch over the doomsday hound, Simargl, who is chained to the star Polaris in the constellation Ursa Minor, the “little bear”. If the chain ever breaks, the hound will devour the constellation and the universe will end. 

The Morning Star is Zorya Utrennyaya (from Russian utro, meaning “morning”), a goddess of dawn who is depicted as a fully armed and courageous warrior. As the wife of Perun, Zorya Utrennyaya accompanies her husband when he rides out to do battle, and amid the fray lets down her veil to protect those warriors she favors and save them from death. She is a patroness of horses, protection, exorcism, and the planet Venus. Ancient Slavs would pray to her each morning as the sun rose.