red cords

“Heat of the Flame” Fire Jar Spell

A jar spell to empower your passion and motivation to reach for your goals and work on your talents.

Originally posted by dukett-and-cie

You Will Need:

🔥 A Jar with a lid/cork
🔥 Cayenne Pepper Flakes
🔥 Cinnamn
🔥 Basil
🔥 Bay Leaf (crushed)
🔥 Rosemary
🔥 Red Glitter
🔥 Garnet (recommended to use chips)
🔥 Calcite (recommended to use chips)
🔥 Orange Glitter
🔥 Sigil for Passion
🔥 Sigil for Motivation
🔥 Red Candle
🔥 Fire Safe dish/bowl
🔥 Mortar and Pestle 
🔥 Red Ribbon, String or Cord


🔥 Cleanse yourself and your space before beginning spell. Drink black tea or coffee to energize yourself before hand if needed. Prepare yourself however you like

🔥 In your mortar and pestle grind up all of your herbs especially your bay leaf until they are well mixed and fine. While grinding them up focus on your intent to motivate yourself and your passions

🔥 Add them to your jar

🔥 Draw your sigils onto paper, preferably with red ink if you can, and carefully light them on fire using a candle, matches, lighter etc. Place them in the fire safe bowl so they burn down to ash.

🔥 As they burn chant: “The burning strength of fire motivates my heart, motivates my soul, so I shall achieve my goal.”

🔥 Carefully add the ashes to the jar once no more smolders are left. On top of the ash add your crystals before sealing your jar tightly

🔥 Place your candle on top and light it and let it burn down until it properly seals the jar (don’t leave it unsupervised please)

🔥 Snuff or blow out your candle if needed then tie your red ribbon around the jar or the stub of the candle

🔥 Keep the jar in your favorite room or on your desk to help motivate you and keep your passions alive

Note: Recharge in the sun occasionally, cleanse with smoke or incense occasionally before charging. To break spell either break jar (safely) or break its seal.

Just putting my two cents on this stupid drama even though most of the awesome reylo fam have stated this. 

Rian: “no one-to-one equivalent of the Han-to-Leia, burning, unrequited love. In our story, that’s not a centerpiece.”

Using common sense and not reaching like petty cough ant*s cough you can pretty much understand what he said. 

1.  no one-to-one equivalent of the Han-to-Leia ➜ He’s bluntly stating there is no carbon copy version of HanLeia in VIII, nor should there be.

2.  burning, unrequited love.➜ If you’ve done your research, you’d know Rian is prequel defender. You know he’s not talking about HanLeia. There’s nothing in their whole relationship that was unrequited,  Which OTP is he talking about which had “burning, unrequited love” in the prequel trilogy? ANIDALA. Anakin had an unrequited, burning love for Padme during most off EP II. She was rejecting him until the end of the film.

3. In our story, that’s not a centerpiece. ➜ Rian’s basically saying neither HanLeia or Anidala’s relationships are even remotely similar to the new (reylo/ also counting finnrose) relationship VIII.  “that’s not a centerpiece” What does centerpiece mean?“an item or issue intended to be a focus of attention.In contrast to Ep II, where the love-story was the main focus. Does that mean there will be no romance? NO. Because he did not state that. 

This is perhaps the best news for Reylo Fam because, Kylo in the general public is still not viewed in favorable light. He killed his father and has done heinous acts, all reminiscing of his grandfather. He’s not fleshed out enough for the general audience to side with him completely. They don’t read canon metas, databanks, books (like bloodline) like we do. We’re ahead of the pack a bit too much, so, to expect romance between Kylo and Rey so fast, it’s not what we should have. Kylo has to have full redemption arc. We need to see much more of his struggle against the light, more on his background, why he turned to the dark side. Adam Driver stated “Humanity” when asked about how Kylo was going to be like in VIII. Same with Rey, we need her to be fleshed out a bit more. More of her struggles as an orphan. Both of their struggles, shown throughout the film. This will strengthen the connection between them. CONNECTION. This is where Rian is headed towards. A deep, fulfilling, perplexing connection they will have. They’re both tortured souls, both longing to belong.  Carrie saying Rey is very forgiving. FORGIVENESS. It’s the meaning of Star Wars. Forgiving and pushing forward. Rey’s forgiveness and Kylo’s humanity.

Remember these lovely Rian J tweets?↴


The Red String of Fate (simplified Chinese: 姻缘红线; traditional Chinese: 姻緣紅線; pinyin: Yīnyuán hóngxiàn), also referred to as the Red String of Marriage, and other variants, is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. Often, in Japanese and Korean culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger. According to Chinese legend, the deity in charge of "the red thread” is believed to be Yuè Xià Lǎorén (月下老人), often abbreviated to Yuè Lǎo (月老), the old lunar matchmaker god, who is in charge of marriages.

The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmate or a destined flame.

and in relation to that, this gem from Kylo’s canon databank ❝ He sensed his destiny and Rey’s were somehow intertwined, but how?❞

Something BIG is gonna happen in the trilogy, and it will be done in the slow-burner process. Deeper than any other OTP from the SW saga, it’s the first of it’s kind… It will change SW, bring the balance and cement the force-bond theory for the first time in the sw movies… Reylo. 

@rupphirebomb Day 3; Highschool/college AU!

I set them in my Family of Love au ( @askthefamilyoflove) where they first ‘‘met’’ and ‘’’’’fell’’’’ for eachother when they were designing props for their school play

lotsa nods to ‘The Answer’ as well as a red string of fate, or in this case, a red cable cord that caused the Gay Fall tm :3c

“ According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. […] The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmate or a destined flame. ”

Have some Klangst. Its almost Friday.

Powerful Spell to Enchant/Catch the Attention of Someone

This is a powerful spell to create an herbal/crystal sachet that will encourage someone specific to think you are particularly charming/beautiful. I have written the spell to be as non-invasive as possible and focus on your own charm rather than casting a spell on them. Best done during a waxing moon. You will need all or any combination of the following:

♥ Lemon balm (love attraction)

♥ Cardamom (love and lust)

♥ Catnip (luck, beauty, happiness and love)

♥ Cinnamon (love and lust)

♥ Rosemary (love, protection against negative energy)

♥ Lavender (beauty and love)

♥ Amethyst and/or quartz

♥ Paper and pen

♥ Pink, red, or white fabric (roughly 8x8 or 9x9 square) and cord

♥ Pink, red, purple, white candles

♥ Optional: Apricot Jam (love, charm, sweetness)

1. Cast your circle. Light your candles with romantic intent. Lay the square of fabric on your work surface.

2. On a small piece of paper, write your name and then write the name of your chosen below it. Fold the paper in half in a way so the names are touching each other. If you’d like, you can stick the pages together using a small amount of apricot jam.

3. Place the paper in the center of the fabric. Atop it, place your amethyst or quartz. Take a moment to charge the crystal with thoughts of what you want; visualize them smiling at you, kissing you, touching you, or even just looking your way.

4. One by one, sprinkle your herbs around the paper/crystal in the shape of a heart. The order doesn’t matter; just make sure to surround the center as best you can within the fabric. 

5. Once you’ve done so, hone in all your energy into the fabric and chant three times:

“Within this cloth lays my desire

To be charming and pretty for (name) to admire

May these herbs emphasize all the beauty in me

This is my will, so mote it be!”

6. Gather the corners of the fabric and tie the cord to enclose the contents. You can sleep with it under your pillow for 3 nights, carry it in your purse, or keep it at your altar. To break the spell, cut the cord, sprinkle the herbs outdoors and burn the piece of paper.


If two people share an umbrella, it is called the “Ai-Ai gasa”.Ai’ means ‘love’ and ‘gasa’ is the variation of the word ‘Kasa’ in Japanese with the meaning ‘Umbrella’. And literally “Ai-Ai gasa” means “Love-Love umbrella”. The Japanese youngsters use the symbol of an umbrella with the name of the boy and girl on its both sides as a symbol of love. It’s similar to the heart symbol representing love. Two people, especially a man and a woman, sharing an umbrella in rain is considered as a symbol of romance in Japan.

Leaving aside the meaning , I just find it so heartwarming the parallel between the two endings . As soon as yato loses the umbrella he falls into the despair and seems lost , only to run after the light that the shrine hiyori made him . And that just breaks me


According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. Often, in Japanese culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger. The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. 

And our dear Adachitoka didn’t hesitate to bring it out again.

Why you should give Rock Dog a chance:
  • Rather lovely visuals, fantastic lighting effects and expressive animation.
  • Fleetwood Yak
  • The campy, hilarious anti-hero that is Angus Scattergood. 
  • Really good music like REALLY good and not just the main theme the whole score is hella good and the guitar oh my god the guitar.
  • Fleetwood Yak
  • Honestly the whole world design is really fun and simple, very reminiscent of a level in an old video game in a good way. And everything works and has reasoning and makes sense it was obviously well thought out.
  • Charming characters?? Bodi is a sweetheart and deserves nothing but good things??? I loved Darma she is so nice and jaded but she never lets it make her mean??? And the ‘evil’ wolves were genuinely funny I loved them almost as much as the heroes. 
  • The running gag of Sheep being forgetful is pretty funny and never gets old. 
  • You cannot convince me that the two wolves(Skozz and Riff) who are tasked with capturing Bodi are not boyfriends ok they are cute and dating and I love them.
  • Same director as Surf’s Up and that movie is a blessing so???
  • The actual mean characters gets what’s comin’ to them.
  • No potty humor?? Or problematic jokes??? Just all around good humor that isn’t at the expense of anyone and puns? DO YOU KNOW HOW RARE THAT IS????
  • Character Redemption.
  • Dumpster Pizza.
  • Bodi has some tough lessons to learn but it never makes him like mean or anything and in the end the world was just as good as he always believe it to be and I love that?????
  • Fleetwood Yak
  • There is a sheep who just walks around in a towel the whole movie. 
  • A sick end guitar battle with fucking fantastic visual effects and music.
  • A good message about not letting where you come from define you but ALSO never forgetting your roots and the people who made you who you are?? Which was surprisingly deep???
  • “Can we get a RED cord for the RED phone, please?” 
  • Really sweet and surprisingly down-to-earth father-son relationship. 
  • A goat character has a spiritual experience while staring at a french fry.
  • Lewis Black and J. K. Simmons and Mae Whitman like hot damn good voice talent? And it really shows.
  • Fucking Fleetwood Yak.
  • Did I mention the music because holy hell the MUSIC.
  • I was smiling the whole time the whole thing was so charming ugh bless.
  • Honestly it was just a good movie and it really shows that the people who worked on it really cared about it and loved it and made it the best they could and that alone should be enough to convince you to see it so SEE IT.

She was like satin and lace. She felt so fucking good in between my finger tips. Her tongue felt like silk when it was gliding up my neck and her teeth felt like nirvana as they grazed against the underside of my jaw. The way her fingers traced patterns on my hip bones and her sighs landed on my collarbones. I wanted to feel her against my chest. Wanted to feel her body pressed against mine until the heat between our skin lit us on fire and burned us to the ground.

She made me want her body more than I wanted to fucking breathe. A parched man who needed her lips on mine like she was the god damn amazon river. She made my body arch like electricity was running through my veins. Panting like I’d run 5 miles just so I could taste the back of her shoulder blade.
She made me crave her while I was in bed alone, staring at the blackness of the ceiling and pretending it was the sky.

But it wasn’t just her body, it was her fucking mind. She was brilliance in the most beautiful form. The way her eyes relaxed when she talked about earth. She spoke like a trucker but my God, the sound of her voice wrapped around those curse words made my fucking bones quiver. She’d snap and snarl at me just to see my face contort in shock. When she spoke, she spoke of politics and science and the book she read last Sunday. Her mind was tinged purple but her vocal cords red. And her laugh, oh God her laugh was liquid honey, I’m surprised she didn’t drown in it. She was everything I needed. Dramatic, exotic.

She made me fall in love with everything she was and then she left. She drifted away like gravity had been turned off and she’d always wanted to visit outer space. She put her shirt back on then wouldn’t call me for almost fifteen days. She didn’t want my love, wasn’t looking for it in the dark corners of my mind. She didn’t want to hold my hand or meet my family. She wanted me kiss her breathless then erase the image of her from the back of my eyelids.

She’s is the most desired creature and she couldn’t care any fucking less.

when kpop idols speak english it fucks me up cause their voices make a 190 degree turn and drop like 3 octaves

◠ the tulip dress ◡

Originally posted by visual-17

a/n: thank u bun!! this is such an ancient request asxnajis imma try to get better at writing them pls pray for me. also when will svt do an angsty concept its so hard finding gifs tht fit;;

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» includes: angst + minor drinking + minor fluff

The sole thing Soonyoung could remember from that day was screaming. Well, it was the most apparent thing he could remember, the thing most precedent in his mind as he sat slouched over his drink at the bar. There were little things he could remember too, like how tight his fists were clenched when you slapped the vase of flowers off the dinner table, leaving faded yellow tulips to solemnly decorate the floorboards.

Soonyoung still felt his lips tingle with the curses he spat. The words were ringed with such venom and potent misery that clear droplets began spilling from your eyes, rolling to your chin so they could glisten for just one more second before falling. You were screaming at each other from opposite sides of the dinner table, faces leaning in closer and closer until you both hissed the fatal bullet, let’s break up.

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The Red String of Fate is an East Asian myth where the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles or little fingers of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmate or a destined flame.


The Isis/Auset Knot

From the Egyptian Book of the Dead

At the ends of the universe is a blood red cord that ties life to death, man to woman, will to destiny. Let the knot of that red sash, which cradles the hips of the goddess, bind in me the ends of life and dream. I’m an old man with more than my share of hopes and misgivings. Let my thoughts lie together in peace. At my death let the bubbles of blood on my lips taste as sweet as berries. Give me not words of consolation. Give me magic, the fire of one beyond the borders of enchantment. Give me the spell of living well.

Do I lie on the floor of my house or within the temple? Is the hand that soothes me that of wife or priestess? I rise and walk. The sky arcs ever around; the world spreads itself beneath my feet. We are bound mind to Mind, heart to Heart— no difference rises between the shadow of my footsteps and the will of god. I walk in harmony, heaven in one hand, earth in the other. I am the knot where two worlds meet. Red magic courses through me like the blood of Isis, magic of magic, spirit of spirit. I am proof of the power of gods. I am water and dust walking.

Normandi Ellis- Awakening Osiris: A New Translation of the Egyptian Book of the Dead.

Image Credit-Isis knots are also called Tjet, Tiyet,

Red Ropes

Originally posted by definitelythis

Brian (Day6), for anon
Type: Smut

You ran your fingers along the soft, red ropes. You loved the way the braided fabric felt, the way the color stood out like a warning sign. The tousled fibers prickled along the pads of your fingers; you loved the way the smoothness heightened your senses.

And you loved the way your boyfriend looked when he was tied up by the thin red lines. You loved how desperate he looked, how his eyes just begged for you to do something, anything. You chuckled to yourself at the look he gave you, at how tired and fed up he looked. The two of you had been going at this for hours; you were sure that his mouth had to be sore from the gag that was tied around it.

You quickly went back to work, kissing along his stomach. Brian tilted his head back against the pillows he was laying on, eyes squeezed shut tight. You could practically see his thoughts tossing around in his head: this time, maybe this time. I probably wouldn’t be this time, or the next, but he wouldn’t know that until much later, until he was a whimpering mess underneath your ministrations.

Your soft lips met the skin of his chest, kissing along each peck. His skin broke out in goosebumps wherever you touched, causing him to shiver. You kissed along his left side, mouthing at the slight definition around his peck muscle. His side was ticklish, you knew, and he tried to shudder away from you as far as the ropes would allow. Smirking, you sucked his nipple into your mouth, tugging at it gently with your teeth. Both of his nipples were red and swollen from the many other times you’d done this over the past hour. You felt his moan reverberate through Brian’s chest rather than heard it, which only made you suck harder on his tender nipple.

You could tell Brian was getting more and more frustrated as this little game of yours wore on. You kept on sucking and licking his nipples, switching between each one every few minutes. Whenever you would tug particularly hard on one of them, his back would arch off the bed, followed by a low moan in the back of his throat. The gag muffled the sound, and you smirked against his chest.

“Does this feel good, baby?” you whispered against his chest. His breathing was ragged; his chest heaving with every breath. You moved away from his nipples, kissing a trail down his chest to his navel. You mouthed at the soft skin of his tummy, giggling as his breath hitched. Slowly, you kissed down his right thigh, biting down softly on his hip bone as you went. You followed the line all the way down to his foot, before moving to the other leg and kissing up it.

You bit down on his left hip bone, and slowly worked your way over to his member.

You heard his gasp, even with the gag, when you kissed the head. It was red and angry, fully hard against his stomach. You’d been teasing him for so long, and the results looked almost painful.

You licked his whole length, feeling the muscles in his thighs twitch under your touch. Finally, you grabbed him with your hand, pumping a few times before you slowly took his length in your mouth. Brian’s whimpers were like music to your ears. He arched off the bed, trying to force his length deeper into your mouth. In response, you pulled away just a bit, keeping only his head in your mouth. You sucked on it diligently, watching as his hands pulled threateningly at the bright red ropes against his creamy skin.

You bobbed your head up and down his length, watching the way he thrashed against the ropes. It was absolutely killing him, this slow teasing torture, and you absolutely loved it. With his length still in your mouth, you glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. He was pleading with you, his eyes blasted open and pupils dark.

After a few more bobs of your head, you leaned upwards towards his face, kissing along his jawline. You hovered over him, balancing on your left hand as you cupped his face with you right.

“One more time, babe?” You asked him cheekily, knowing how much he was suffering. His eyes narrowed threateningly, and you decided to be nice for once. You pulled down the gag so that his mouth was free, the white cloth circling his neck. You could hear his ragged breathing more clearly now.

“Please, god Y/N,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with arousal.

“Please what?” you blinked up at him innocently, leaning down to peck his lips lightly. He tried to deepen the kiss, but you pulled out of his reach.

“Untie me,” he growled, pulling against the red cords again.

“No,” you replied, leaning down to slowly work your hand up and down his length, just fast enough to keep him on edge. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back in defeat.

“No more,” he gasped, thrusting up into your hand subconsciously. “Just stop teasing.”

And it was in that moment, with Brian looking so ruggedly distressed and exhausted, that you knew he had hit his limit. You hovered over him, taking his member in your hand and slowly, slowly easing yourself down on to him.

It didn’t take him long to reach his climax. You rode him quickly, knowing how badly he needed this. He was loud when he came, moaning your name over and over again. You rode out his high, and then found your own, before collapsing on the bed beside him. After a moment, you reached up to untie the ropes around his wrist.

Almost immediately, Brian scooped you up in an embrace, cuddling you into him. He nuzzled against your neck, breathing heavily. “You’re the worst.”

“I love you, too,” you giggled back, pulling him against you as he fell asleep with you in his arms.


Ganondorf Hyrule Warriors Build

This is my biggest build to date, and I took a decent amount of photos while in progress as most of us do with cosplay, though I hadn’t planned on any tutorial. But since my recent Scout Harding bow post has gone over well, I figured WHY NOT SHARE. 

For reference, my Scout Harding post is HERE

Personally for armor, I prefer either foam only, or foam with worbla. I’ve tried both regular and black worbla so far, and I think overall I prefer the original Finest Arts, which is what I’ve used here.


But anyway! I don’t have photos of this point in the process, but I start from card-stock/construction paper and masking tape to make the shapes of my armor. Because paper is even CHEAPER than foam, and I don’t actually like wasting my foam even though that’s cheap too. It’s all in the name of saving money and materials!!

After the paper versions have been fussed with, I turn to foam. I use hot glue or rubber cement as adhesive at this point.


The chest piece is actually three pieces– a chest piece, tucked underneath everything, a middle piece, and then the top which has the collar. I was already messing with some of the detailing and edging here.

I also knew ahead of time that I would need to be able to PACK this armor, so being able to break it down and nest the pieces within each other was really important. 

I like to do my edging in foam, rather than afterward in worbla, though I’ve seen it done both ways!

It’s hard to tell here, but these are the hip-skirt… bits? I actually kept these as foam, as I was afraid they’d be too stiff in motion if they were also covered in worbla.

These are probably my favorite parts of the costume– the gauntlets! This picture is already pretty far along in the process, but it’s still foam, and the top layer isn’t quite attached yet. I’d already made all the hand-guard layers and the top shapes, but I hadn’t yet hammered out those yellow details.

A note, I was not making all of these simultaneously, I usually work on one piece and then the next, though I get a little scatterbrained so sometimes I work on a few simultaneously. These swords were actually the last things I worked on, which is also why they ended being foam only, and not covered in worbla as I had sort of hoped. (I think I also had run out at that point.)

Here though, you can see the paper pattern, some pieces of the foam, and the foam-board innards for ONE of the swords. Eventually PVC pipe would be fed through the middle to create the hilt as you see next!


It’s finally time for worbla!

Being on a budget ALWAYS, though I’d love to use the sandwich method popularized by Kamui Cosplay, it just uses SO MUCH material, so 90% of the time, I fold it over.

Just use your handy heat gun and start melting and forming, and burning your fingers, and sculpting your details! Not shown here, but I like to use scissor edges or clay sculpting tools to push the worbla as close as possible to the foam edging!

Someday I will probably invest in something to protect my fingers….

A little more work done, and a cameo by my (then) very tiny kitten. The hip bits are done here, and I believe it was then I decided NOT to cover them in worbla.

A little unfortunate, but I don’t have many photos while making the greaves– though their design is SIGNIFICANTLY simpler than the gauntlets.

I already knew I would wear these boots, and so I built the pattern around that.

I chose to split it into 3 pieces– the main body, a kneecap, and a separate piece that would hook onto the bottom of my boots with elastic. D-rings with red cord (shown) would keep them on my leg.

Alllllmost done with all the worbla! You can see two things here- some extra foam inside the gauntlets (which remained foam for a little more ease in movement), and my soldering iron!

I don’t even OWN any solder and so far I only have the iron for battle damaging my armor– which I started on the main body here.


So obviously there was more work from the last photo until now, but I’ve shown most of the pieces in progress!

I know I know! I have no in-between photos!! 

But my general process is to use a buttload of layers of mod podge as primer, and then either spray paint or acrylic only depending on the effect I want.

For Ganon, it’s spray paint for the gold as the base, and acrylic for the blue because I wasn’t happy with the spray paint available in that color.

In the chest/greaves I started with the blue base on everything, then the gold edging, then the black low lights, and finally white/light blue highlights or designs (like the main chestpiece).

That chestpiece design I free-handed- I used a reallllly light pencil to make sure I was at least somewhat symmetrical and round (which I tend to be pretty good at) and then painted over with that light blue.

A little further along on the gauntlets here, considerably darker than the original gold.

This was the big stretch where I had the armor sitting in my living room basically 24/7.

Of note here, I’ve added detailing to the chest and greaves with Apoxie Sculpt, a 2-part epoxy that smooths and adheres VERY well to worbla. It’s already been painted gold, and I believe it did not require any priming.

The headdress was sculpted (by the plant), and both swords are mostly assembled at this point too.

Of course I have to try it on. Almost everything is complete at this point.


A few things I haven’t mentioned are the clothing and hip-skirt/ hip-cape / butt-cape? Who knows.

The pants I’m wearing are about the only comfortable thing about the costume– they’re essentially parachute pants dyed a darker brown because I wanted to add more bulk to my bottom half as I am not terribly large (5′5″).

The butt-cape is from a red suiting fabric that I liked the drape of, and the gold pattern is some gold fabric ribbon I liked and sewed on.

The top is just a brown sweater I already owned, though it makes it very warm on top. 

Swords are done! They’re probably the least interesting, as they are not many pieces, and mostly just foam with black and gold details. The red “jewel” is more apoxy sculpt that I mentioned earlier painted with a red glass paint to give it more shine.


There are a few fur accents on my arms and legs, which are doubled up pieces of faux fur, with a bit of elastic to slide them onto my arms and

The hip-cape and the hip foam bits are all attached together and made into a belt that I can strap to my waist.

The wig (a Suzi in Cherry Red from Arda that I snipped up some of the widow’s peak off):

The wig has sadly not kept this beautiful shape, but it was my first time ever styling a wig so I don’t think I used enough product.

There are a few (very unnecessary) belts that are most just foam.

I sewed a pair of brown gloves really quickly out of a stretch jersey.

The makeup is all Mehron Paradise in olive, black, and white, and then assorted (nothing special) eye-shadow I own.

And finally, there is a dickie (faux collar) I made to sit underneath the armor, so my neck doesn’t show. It’s made of some scrap black fabric I had, with gold trim, and a bit of foam is inside to keep that shape in the collar.

Here’s this wonderful selfie I took back during ACen while I’m getting ready. XD 

And that about covers it? Someday I might make the beard, but it’s low on my priorities right now.

Also yes, this cosplay is really really hot and uncomfortable since I’m literally covered head to toe. I’m usually incredibly sore the day afterward. I’ve only worn it to PAX Prime 2015, NYCC 2015, and ACen 2016.

If you have ANY QUESTIONS feel free to message me!

I post a bit more on instagram if you want to see more of my cosplay there (katamarija)

Thanks for reading! ~

Originally posted by bisexualkevinday

The Red String (Bellamy Blake x Reader) 


Summary - According to the myth of the Red String, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another. 
On the ground, everything is different and the rules are non existent. In the midst of a war, this is how Bellamy Blake discovered that red string.

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“So, smart mouth,” Murphy announces, grabbing your attention as his lips turn up in a smirk, “you never told us why you were locked up.” He turns to you in his seat. You don’t face him. You just look down at the drop ship ground and furrow your eyebrows. Locked up. You’re considered a criminal here. You never thought you’d be in this situation.

 Life has never been hard for you, breezing through school with your mother’s handwritten notes in her old books. She was a caring soul - always kind and never hurtful. Everyone would talk about how beautiful she was and how much you resembled her when you were younger. 

The only thing different was your (Y/E/C) eyes. Hers were the opposite colour of yours. She became even more popular after your father was floated. Nobody would leave you alone. It was always “I am so sorry about your losses.” Or “Y/N, help your mother around the house!” Nobody knew that at that point you were the one running the house, cleaning up and cooking for your mother as soon as you got home from your classes. 

Soon after your father’s death, she lost her job along with her will to get out of bed in the morning. You guessed you weren’t enough for her. Even though you both hadn’t talked to these strangers in months, your mother appreciated every visit and kind words they brought with them. She never grew unkind or uncaring and her friendly soul never faulted. You still remember sitting on her bed with your hand in hers just talking about your day and she would always listen and never interrupt until you were finished. Then she would smile with her warm eyes and squeeze your hand gently. 

 Over time, you learnt to cope with your father being dead and it got easier to not sugar coat it. You had friends who loved you with all their hearts and who you loved back like siblings. Though your mother never really got over it, you don’t think anybody could blame her. Murphy’s words float through your mind and your throat tightens as guilt travels through the pit of your stomach, making you extremely anxious. The memories of what had happened to get you imprisoned in the first place are deathly fresh inside your mind. You swallow hard, showing no emotion as you speak.

“I killed Bellamy Blake.”

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“The Red String of Fate, also referred to as the Red String of Marriage, and other variants, is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. Often, in Japanese and Korean culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger.”

-wikipedia (x)

It’s that time again! Another #weeklythemedjelix ! This week it was the red string of fate.

I like to think that sometimes the gods will be subtle about the red string thing and will slowly inch two people together, but other times it’s a lot more obvious.