purple sheen


If you want to get a photo of the male of the Lesser Purple Emperor, (Apatura ilia )showing its vivid purple sheen on both wings at the same time, I can tell you it isn’t easy. I just about managed in the first photo. It’s a question of angle, if you get it wrong you get the second photo! This guy deserves better.

Galra Keith Head Cannons

Since galra and human genes kinda don’t mix, Keith’s height suffered. He’s super short for a galra and super short for his ridiculously tall human side of his family.

At 12 he reached his full height and hasn’t grown since (it really sucked)

Since humans don’t have much hair on any part of their body expect for their head and galrans rely on their thick fur, Keith somehow ended up completely hairless

His eyebrows are basically non existent so he draws them on to get the perfect eyebrows

Nobody except Shiro knows this

Even though everywhere else Keith’s hairless, his actual hair on his head is super super thick like damn. It gets very hot and it grows very fast (it’s basically torture)

On the plus side it’s really soft (kinda like cat fur???)

If you look at the right angle in the perfect light, his hair has a purple sheen to it

This also applies to his eyes (which have flecks of gold in them)

He has super good night vision

His eyes do that cat glow-in-the-dark thing and it scares the hell out of everybody

Keith can hear really good. you can be two rooms away and if he hears you mention him he’ll just running

Okay it’s not weird for people to be able to wiggle their ears a bit but Keith can do it really good??? Definitely not a human trait

He has big ears???and they’re pointed slightly

Very very sharp teeth. He’ll chew on his lip slightly and start bleeding a lot

His nails are super strong, grow fast and grow to a point. It kinda hurts to cut them, especially if he cuts them too short, but he deals with it

Galra are based off of felines almost and so their muscle mass in mostly in their legs while humans are a climbing species and have more muscle mass in their arms than galra do. So Keith has an advantage over both galra and humans because of this

Jumps very high and is able to climb

Because galra are almost feline like he is able to stretch and bend like crazy

More muscle mass in legs = thick thighs and defined af calves

This boi has big feet to balance out his weight

Galra have both reproductive organs so Keith has both
All galra are inherently pack animals more so than humans and are protective in nature

Read as: Keith is very aggressive to those who oppose his “pack” (the voltron team)

But because of humans nature of being critical and doing what is best for the team, Keith is torn between his galra instincts and human critical thinking

He ends up trying to do what’s right for the team but only if it protects those who he cares about most

If not well, there goes his impulse

Makes inhuman noises at times

Team Voltron: is sitting around, enjoying each other’s company
Keith, out of fucking nowhere for no apparent reason: azdefknlrtgjw;
The rest of the team: what. the. FUCK.

Galra have developed their space travel tech centuries before humans so they evolved with natural instincts for that (it explains reasons why Keith has so much instinct for flying)

Keith always looked to the stars because when his mom left, his dad always said whenever he wanted to find her, he just had to look up, right past Jupiter

(When his dad left to find his mom, his hobby for star gazing became an obsession)

Now that he’s up with the stars, he doesn’t know where to look anymore

Anon -  he’s had a long day on the bridge and comes to the readers room to unwind/cuddle?

Cyrillic Key:  Cпасибо - Spasibo - Thank You

Your door chimed and you looked at the clock. Who had the balls at midnight…

Standing, you strode to the door and opened it to reveal a disheveled Pavel. The shadows under his eyes were dark purple and there was sheen of oil over his forehead and down his nose.

“Can I come in?” he asked in a small voice.

“Sweetie…” you said, reaching out and cupping his arm. “Of course, hon, come in. What happened?”

“Somesing broke,” he whined, burying his face in your neck as the door closed behind him.

“Come sit down,” you said, pulling him back to the couch.



He sat down on the edge of the bed and flopped right back. You grimaced at the face he made, his eyes sliding shut and this pained moan coming from his throat. You crouched and started untying his boots.

“Cпасибо,” he muttered. “Somesing broke, ve still don’t know vhat.”

“When did this happen? Did you just get off shift?” You slid the boots from his feet and started to massage the flesh there. He probably spent the whole day sitting, but you knew carried his tension low in his body.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, shifting on the bed. “It happened at 0900.”

“And you’re just getting off now?”

“I haff to go back tomorrow and keep vorking, assuming zey don’t find it tonight.”

“Oh, Pav,” you kissed his kneecap before crawling up the bed. “Have you eaten? Let me get you something.”

Ben descended down the cold dark echoing steps towards the dungeons. Even though Auradon prep was a school it was his parent’s castle at one point, the one they lived in before he was born. No one was technically allowed in the lower underground levels of the school but that never stopped the rebellious students from sneaking down there to do whatever they would do in some secluded underground threshold at their boarding school. That wasn’t really Ben’s scene, he couldn’t imagine what they’d even get up to; well he could, but just not see it.

He finally reached the lowest level of the dungeons. This was where his parents first met. It was so dark; he could only see the silhouette of his hand in front of his face. He reached for his phone and turned on the back flashlight to find his way through the maze of cells. He should have brought a jacket, it was so cold. But there wasn’t enough time to.

He had come here straight after dinner to be able to make it back before curfew and anyone could really notice that he was gone. Ben felt guilty for lying to his friends about coming down there, especially Mal; he had said that he had a study group meeting at the library to buy himself some time alone.

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Sunstone (Sunny) and Purple Sheen Obsidian (Sidi) for the SU AU.
With bonus of them with their fusion Dragon’s Breath Fire Opal (D.B) for height comparison.

On Homeworld they worked for the same bitch of a gem named Realgar.

Sidi’s gem is at the base of his neck on his back, but I didn’t feel like trying to draw his shirt from the back. Also, how two gems with shit kicking boots make a fusion who is more or less wearing open toed and heeled leggings is beyond me.

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He comes to him in what Takashi thinks can only really be described as a thunderstorm—a red jacket worn enough at the elbows that it’s soft as cotton, too-long black hair that turns brown-ochre in the sun, dark eyes in which Takashi sometimes thinks he sees a sheen of purple, like a spark of electricity—all vivid, white lines splitting down a stormy sky, burning green-purple into his retinas. A storm in the form of a knock on the door one day as he’s sitting in his room in the afternoon warmth, staring at his oscillating ceiling fan and at the white wall behind it.

And Keith knocks on the door around two the next Saturday, and he finds himself completely, desperately unprepared. “Hey,” he says as he opens the door. “Um. Come in.” 

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Maybe not cute to some but I’d like to share my kids with the world.

These are my hens Bronze, Clucky, Pirate and Pippin.
I love all my chickens kids but these three hold a very special place in my heart.

Bronze, [AKA Bronzie or Bonsey] featured with dried egg on her face, was hand reared by a local school as a part of their science class. However the school didn’t have the space for her, despite being a tiny ball of pure YELL. She was taken home by my neighbor’s grandkids but they soon encountered a problem as they already owned Isa brown layer hens who would very violently attack her and so she was kept in a much smaller makeshift cage. That was until the day the neighbours asked if we would take her as she wasn’t doing well in this tiny 3x3 foot cage. I agreed and hoped to god she wasn’t as flighty as our other bantams. 
Rather than socialise with the other bantams she would try to jump on my back or my arms (I’m pretty certain the kids taught her to do this or it has something to do with being hand reared) and follow me everywhere. She would also be very loud if she didn’t get attention.
Nowadays though we only have three bantams and she’s stopped jumping on people. She still follows people everywhere and yells quite loudly if she hears people talking. She’s also very aggressive towards our rooster (mostly jumping at him and fluffing up) but she’s never tried seriously hurting him. 

Clucky [Cluckster, Cluck-a-duck] is by far my oldest chicken at 14 years. She’s one of our 21 original chickens we purchased when I was 6. She only stopped laying about the time that photo was taken which I had no idea was possible for a hen that old. She has limited vision and is really starting to slow down, being unable to sit on the higher perches with the rest of the chickens she sits in the nesting boxes at night (I’m unsure whether or not this is a good thing for her) She still has her explosive dust baths regularly and is eating and drinking just fine (she does sometimes miss and bite my fingers quite hard if I’m hand feeding her) If anyone has any tips on how to further provide comfort for her please let me know!

Pirate [AKA Pie, Pieface, BEETLE DESTROYER] is a hen we got from my old highschool since the hens had stopped laying eggs. Funnily enough I was the one that selected the hens and Pirate was the first I caught. She is missing her left eye (presumably due to being in a very cramped space with about 30 other chickens) however this has not seemed to have affected her one bit. She is one of the healthiest hens we have and has a beautiful purple/blue sheen to her feathers currently. She’s an incredibly friendly chicken but does not like being touched or handled at all. we’ve had her 3 years (spent 2 at the school) and other than a rather rough molt she has been happy and healthy.

Pippin [ AKA Pip, Pipster-chick, Partyhorn-Pip, Pippy] Our dominant(?) hen. She was very small when we first got her one christmas with three other pullets but has turned into a very pudgy yelling butt. I thought I’d include her because who doesn’t love a good tornado chicken on their dash.

One other hen I’d like to mention (not featured) is my precious Heidi [AKA the Heidimeister] We recently bought four more layer hens as all of ours are getting long in the tooth and aren’t laying much. Three of them are still very skittish but Heidi seems to not give a flying fuck about people. She will walk all over your feet, try to eat the zipper on your jacket, peck your shoelaces, peck your toes and will let you pet her. She’s so pure.

Anyway those are my kids and they send you all many beeps and yells to help youse through this stressful time.

Compendium of Dangerous Dragons and Drakes: VOLUME 3

Throughout history there have been many mythological creatures that inspire awe and fear in the hearts of man. yet, only one such beast has brought true terror with only its name. Legends tell of many with scales as tough as shields, claws as sharp as swords. Mighty wings that black out the sky and their very breath a harbinger of their destruction.

Below, we have compiled a list of dragons created from our followers to inspire any story you as both a player or dungeon master might create.

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Cherry Blossom Tree (Takeda Shingen - SLBP)

This is for @bloody-geisha who requested Shingen romance. I am so terrible at romantic so it turned out to be fluffy. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!
If I have made Shingen OOC I apologise forthwith. I only know his character from what I have read from Yukimura’s route. This is what I can imagine personally.

It’s really short although it feels so long…
My apologies. If you want it longer then let me know,

Shingen’s eyes peeled open slowly at the familiar sound of the spring breeze. Peaches, reds and light pinks were dancing across the dusk skies, creating a river of awe with the clouds and the slowly setting sun. Around him were cherry blossoms, dancing softly as petals fell gracefully to the ground. What the Lord didn’t realise was that branches of the tree that they sat under were hanging protectively above him, as if it knew that he would be going to war again soon, knowing that it may very well be his last fight. Yet, even as he lay beneath his very own protector, nothing could come close to the precious moment he was in. His head was resting open her lap, the fingers that had sent him to sleep now stilled in his hair. It was supposed to have been him to cradle her and him to have brought her to the blossom trees. But it was her. And he couldn’t have been more grateful for it.

She helped him understand just how much she hurt whenever he went to war. How much she worried when he could barely move. How her heart stopped when she could only see injured bodies, how she felt like she could collapse out of relief when he returned safely. He felt the same to her. He hurt when he had to leave her, he worried when she worked herself to sleep. His heart stopped if he couldn’t find her, his legs driving him to run to her as soon as he set eyes on her.

Shingen hated going to war because it hurt her. It always caused his chest to tighten when she cried the night before, clinging to him tightly. It always caused his heart to sink when she tried to stay strong before he left. And he held onto her for longer than he perhaps needed to. He held her close to him even after she had stopped crying. He always wished that their kisses before he left were more than just fleeting, that they could be a seal to a promise of his return, that they could be just as passionate as the ones he gave her at night…
But poor Yukimura would be itching to go…even if it was to cover up the bright blush that always appeared on his face. That always assured Shingen. He knew that Yukimura, Saizo and Sasuke combined would make her laugh, help her in anyway possible, if there was to be a battle that he never returned from.

With a heavy sigh and a soft smile, he turned gently so he didn’t wake the very person that he wanted to face: Asami. He loved her more than he could imagine and he feared that he didn’t show her how much he did so. Yet, when his hand cupped her cheek, she shifted to his warmth. Her cheek firmly pressed into his palm, a smile on her face. He had to stifle a chuckle at her reaction when a petal fell onto her nose, her brows furrowing, her nose crinkling. With his heart swelling of fondness, he removed the petal from her touch and kissed the tip of her nose with a fleeting touch.

“Mmmm…” She shifted one hand rubbing an eye as the other stretched, her yawn a mere breath, and she opened her eyes to reveal drowsy irises of a beautiful violet hue. Her hair, a dark purple that could have been thought black were it not for the sun’s rays reflecting the purple sheen, was slightly disheveled and strands of her clung to her lashes.

“Did I fall asleep?”

Shingen thought that the question, asked through a quiet, drowsy voice, was adorable. There truly was no passing of time when you slept. He laughed softly, quietly, and tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ear. “Yes. It seems like you did. Looking so adorable like that could get you into trouble.”

The blush that invaded her cheeks was too cute, too innocent yet so….Asami. He sat up and kissed her softly, leaving butterfly kisses on her skin.

“I…know that I said I wouldn’t sleep so…I apologize.”

Shingen looked at her sternly. “I’m happy that you did. You looked like you hadn’t slept for days.”

“You kept me up all night, that’s why.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her childish pout, kissing her temple softly as he leaned against the tree trunk, holding her close. Personally, he thought the night to be quite enjoyable. Especially the way she looked at him with all those faces and cried out his name over and over again. He said nothing of his thoughts, knowing that he would earn a punch to the shoulder should he even dare to you.

She was far too cute.

“I’m cold…can we go back now?”

Shingen stood, helping her up and holding her to him as they walked hand in hand down to Kai.


I took my 2 strand twists out this morning but didn’t have time to separate and fluff them out. I’ve been locking the moisture in my hair with Dark and Lovely Au Naturale Anti-Shrinkage Sheen Sealing Nectar. This stuff smells so good it’s ridiculous. I picked it about about 2 weeks ago at walmart for around $9.

My hair retains the shine it gives for hours and the smell too. I spray it on my hair in the morning as I’m getting ready and maybe once again in the middle of the day. You have to be careful not to spray a whole bunch because everywhere you lay your head will have a grease stain on it. So far it’s doing a really good job at retaining the moisture in my hair.

Scattered Feathers || bladerofdiscord

A young, inexperienced angel had been flying around when a storm struck. He ends up crashing into a forest, slamming through trees before coming to a stop on the ground. White feathers that had a blue, purple and green sheen were scattered everywhere around where the blonde boy was laying. One wing broken, making it impossible for him to get back.