silver armor

have you ever noticed how in the Lord of the Rings films...

Throughout the Fellowship of the Ring, Boromir wears unique leather bracers (forearm-guards) adorned with the symbol of the White Tower and the Seven Stars…

After Boromir’s death, Aragorn takes up his bracers. He takes them as a reminder that Boromir’s kingdom is now his kingdom, that Boromir’s burden now falls on his shoulders….or just as something to remember his friend by…

 Aragorn wears them throughout the Two Towers…

And Return of the King….

And when we’re shown a “flash-forward” to Aragorn’s death, many long decades after The War of the Ring, he isn’t laid to rest in a king’s priceless silver armor. Instead, we find out…

...Aragorn keeps Boromir’s bracers all his life, and is buried in them

there’s something about the style of DAO that i love

it’s just so… it’s very drab.  all rogue armor looks exactly the same.  like, helmet upgrade?  yep it’s the same thing but in a slightly different tint.  mages get those ridiculous hats and the dingy robes.  grey wardens don’t have that flashy blue and silver armor yet they just wear whatever the hell drops off of darkspawn.  ferelden is brown and muddy.  as it should be.  denerim is the crown jewel of the country but it’s just dogs barking and dirt and flies.

when your warden suddenly decides that they’re no longer an archer or mage and grabs a random ass sword to shove through the archdemon’s skull, they’ve marched their way up and down this maker-forsaken land and they’ve got mud and dog shit all over their boots and no part of this journey was even remotely glamorous, because it was about spending days in the deep roads, covered in blood and bile and ichor, so of course you’re gonna make your final blow look at least vaguely fancy, because you deserve that much

and i just.  i love it.

because we love our hogwarts boys.

give me hufflepuff boys; big hands and soft lips and ready to encase you with warmth and love whenever you’re in need. hufflepuff boys, strong and cheerful, but most of all kind and understanding, full of ideas and loveliness! hufflepuff boys with envious long lashes, fluttering as they send you a wink. give me hufflepuff boys who are fair and loyal, boys who aren’t afraid to love the weak and make a claim against all odds. hufflepuff boys who watch you sail away with your kite, apple-red cheeks and a soft curve to their lips. hufflepuff boys who are hardworking and dedicated, stopping at nothing to earn what they deserve. because hufflepuff boys deserve everything.

give me slytherin boys with blazing eyes; full of desire and the need for control. slytherin boys with mischievous grins, looking back at you in the dark while dragging you forward; your hand in theirs and you’re feeling fire. because slytherin boys are mysterious and beautiful and full of something you want to know better. because they are the children your parents warned you about. give me slytherin boys who are persistent and stubborn; constantly trying to prove a point, because they are compassionate and fighters. give me slytherin boys who want no more than a love to ground them to earth, to make them realize that they are wonderful, that they are not their parents. because beneath those plates of silver armor, there lies a battered, stitched heart. and all it takes is a single heart-beat to revive it.

give me gryffindor boys with darling, crooked smiles. gryffindor boys who run in the rain, laughing and shouting. give me gryffindor boys, making friends for life; trusting them in a second because all they want is another companion, another person to grow with. gryffindor boys who take strides in big lengths, trying to intimidate little ones but failing miserably as they trip over someone else’s steps. gryffindor boys with loud voices that fill up an empty room, storing memories that will never be forgotten. give me gryffindor boys with crushes left-and-right, falling faster than a raindrop from the sky. gryffindor boys who give their everything to feel happy. because gryffindors love with a love that was so much more than love.

give me ravenclaw boys with wide grins. ravenclaw boys who bite their lips so intently as they concentrate, it turns into a luscious red, ravenclaw boys with a million thoughts racing through their head, not a single second to spare before writing them down. because ravenclaw boys want to know everything, everything before it’s snatched away in an instant. give me ravenclaw boys who are shy and quiet, but are incredibly thunderous and competitive once their hearts are in play. incredible. ravenclaw boys who would rather spend their nights learning how to hatch a dragon than studying because it’s fascinating. ravenclaw boys who are wise and will give advice, without you asking. because ravenclaws are everything there is to being phenomenal.

Warding meditation

Originally posted by hyoudov

This is about a 20-30min meditation.

Start by focusing yourself on your breath for 5 minutes.

Go back to a forest or other outdoor natural setting. Find your sacred space, your personal clearing in the woods that is only yours. It can be a picnic, a tent or a shack. You’ve decorated it yourself with herbs and a circle of flat, white rocks. There are two bushes there, stinging nettle, for protection. Be sure not to touch it. 

Sit here and notice your body, where your feet are, how your ankles and knees are bent, where your arms are. Bring your attention to your skin. We’re going to put a silver metal onto it. Imagine the liquid silver climbing up from your toes, up your legs, across your stomach, and up your back, over your shoulders, and up over your head and face. Let the metal harden like armor, able to move when you move but hard enough to keep out anything. Sit and feel what this changes in yourself and how the outside feels like now.

Now imagine this silver armor expanding like an egg around you and encompassing your aura. It is dark in here, in the silver metal. You can place your palm on the metal surface and feel its smoothness. 

Expand the silver out further until it is as big as your space, enclosing the picnic and even bigger to gather in the entire clearing which is yours. Let it reach into the trees and form a nice, smooth circle along the ground.

You can barely see the trees here. Let’s make the silver translucent. The hard material changes color, turns to glass, but unbreakable. We can see the trees now, the sun shining down, through the dome. Set your intention to your dome:  to be safe, to ward against all influences and spirits not in accordance with your own energy, with peace and quiet.

Lastly. let’s change its material. Let that hard dome shift in an instant to a cloud, airy and still there, still filled with your intent, but we are able to pass through it easily now, able to let our thoughts breathe through it.

Finish by creating a little project here. Gather some twigs or rocks or feathers and flowers and create a symbol or sigil of protection with them.

A pentagram, a spiral going counter-clockwise, circles within squares and squares within circles. As you create, send your intention into your symbols and creation.

Your space is now protected. Sit and feel the difference in its energy. Come back with a big inhalation. Ground afterward with a snack.

Tarquin turned from the table, just as the tent flaps parted for a pair of broad shoulders - Varian. He didn’t so much as look at his High Lord, his focus going right to where Amren sat at the head of the table. As if he’d sensed she was here - or someone had reported. And he’d come running. Amren’s eyes flicked up from the Book as Varian halted. A coy smile curved her red lips. There was still blood and diet splattered on Varian’s brown skin, coating his silver armor and close-cropped white hair. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he strode for Amren. And none of us dared to speak as Varian dropped to his knees before Amren’s chair, took her shocked face in his broad hands, and kissed her soundly.

A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J Maas

anonymous asked:

Just shut up. + Loki

You thought he was dead.

Dead to the world and everyone in it.

The people of Asgard treated you as some… fragile girl, not the warrior you were. You’d fought conquest after conquest, battle after battle. You’d slit throats and cracked skulls and here you are. Mourning the loss of a bastard prince.

You pass through the streets like a shade.

Loki can’t handle it.

His facade is nearly fool-proof. With Odin exiled to Midgard and he left with a throne, Loki has it all. He has everything he’s ever wanted and yet… He’s loved for as long as he can remember. As a young boy, he knew you’d be his wife someday. It was how things were to be. Simple.

You come into the throne room one day, bidding your respects on the anniversary of Frigga’s death. You come in with a large bouquet of flowers. Your normal silver and yellow armor is replaced with a gown – flowing and beautiful and black as night. You look gaunt with sadness and your eyes don’t shine with mischief like they used to. Perhaps it’s because Loki is no longer.

You place the flowers at the foot of the throne and curtsy.

Loki feels his magic flicker. 

‘Odin’ summons you that night, away from the guards and royal servants. To his personal quarters. And Loki can’t help but paced. Slim fingers knock on the heavy golden door and when you enter, his heart drops.

You curtsy. “My lord. You summoned me.”

Loki pauses. His magic melts.

“You’re not yourself.”

Your gaze rises from the floor at the sound of voice unlike the wise old king’s. This one is sharp. Young. Mischievous. Your heart drops. It sinks heavy like lead to the bottom of your stomach and you want to puke.

“No.”

“Oh, yes. What, did you miss me, dove?”

He smiles, charismatic and charming as ever and your stomach churns. It’s a violent concoction of anger and fear and disbelief and sadness. Your fists ball by your side as Loki stalks around you – he loves playing with his food. Your eyes are fixed to the spot where he once stood.

“No?” he asks, coyly nearing you, “It seemed as though you did from your state of being earlier –”

Please.”

Your voice cracks. Loki freezes. The facade falls once more.

“Shut up,” you whisper, “Shut up, shut up, shut up. Get out of my head.

“Dove…” his hand skims your shoulder. 

It’s all it takes. Your reaction is violent. You catch his hand so sharply he winces and you throw yourself backwards. Away from him. You look scared and angry and shattered. He’s solid and real and Loki doesn’t want to play with his food any longer. The game is over. But you’re broken, he can tell. 

“I thought you were dead.”

Hi my name is Ulfric Stormcloak and I have a long stormy cloak(that’s how I got my name) with fur that reaches my midback and swamp green eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Ysgramor (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Talos but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a nord but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a jarl, and I rule windhelm. I’m a stormcloak (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly cloaks. I love cloaks and I wear them with all my clothes. For example today I was wearing a Grey cloak and silver armor, and black pants, with silver bracers and boots. I was walking outside Windhelm. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of imperials stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

Ixalan PAX West Panel Summary

The PAX West panel about Ixalan ended not too long ago, and here are some of the key, or just neat, things we learned about the world, its people, and the story that will take place there. I’ve grouped the information by theme.

General World Info

  • The Immortal Sun was referenced as a legendary artifact, possibly metaphorically but also may not be a coincidence since those are literal game terms.
  • The initial pitch for the set was vampire conquistadors, and a lot of brainstorming was done to make that not problematic.
  • Adventure theme explores different space than Zendikar, which was about navigating through three-dimensional space and finding stuff. Ixalan is about going deeper and deeper into the unknown and finding things never seen before.
  • Block had three factions: Vampires, Sun Empire, Pirates. Then monarch got stolen by Conspiracy: Take the Crown. Merfolk were broken out of Pirates and Dinosaurs (which were just an environmental thing) got folded into the Sun Empire.
  • Confirmed: Planeswalkers cannot leave Ixalan. Huatli sparked, got an understanding of the Multiverse, but could not leave.
  • Jace’s mind was wiped by Bolas. We’re entering a stage with the Gatewatch members at their lowest points.

The Sun Empire

  • Orazca used to be the center of the Sun Empire. They don’t wear gold anymore after having left the city ages ago, and no longer no where it is. Looking for it now to return to their ancient homeland.
  • The set’s “exploring lost words” theme led to the inclusion of dinosaurs. They also happened to blend exceptionally well with the Aztec feather motifs that inspired the Sun Empire.
  • No discussion was needed to determine that dinosaurs would have feathers. Everyone said, “Yup!” and it became the thing.
  • Scientific accuracy is never Creative’s goal: all dinosaurs get feathers that are placed and colored to invoke sun imagery. Names were also blends of fantasy and fact to create fake dinosaur species that sound like they could be real.
  • Feathers were actually toned down in some art because too many at card size confused people about whether or not the creature had flying.
  • Three open concentric circles represent the Empire’s conception of the sun as a creator, sustainer, and consumer of life.
  • Huatli is sort of the Joan of Arc of the Empire, one of its mightiest, most intelligent, and bravest warriors.
  • Face paint is worn by mages, while knights wear silver armor with orderly feather motifs.

The Legion of Dusk

  • Negative conquistador tropes were upended by making the vampires far from the dominating force in the area. They are very much equals with, or lesser than, the other factions.
  • Vampire armor and weapons have a two-prong theme as a representation of fangs.
  • The Legion of Dusk seeks eternal life, not unending undeath. They want to “ascend to another plane,” which is very specific wording for Magic. Do they know of the Multiverse or just have a heaven analogue?
  • Vampirism is granted to nobles only through a series of rites and rituals.
  • The queen of their people is named Miralda!
  • Queen’s Bay is a collection of islands governed by a viceroy where the Legion of Dusk has built forts and such. Queen Miralda also keeps an eye on her colonies in Ixalan via spies.
  • There are humans in the Legion of Dusk, but they only serve in menial roles like sailors.

The Brazen Coalition

  • The core of the pirates is fun. They rely on freedom, a sense of exploration, and the vanity of murder and theft. They are the boisterous scallywags you’d expect. There are no “math pirates.”
  • Different crews aren’t necessarily broken up by color. There aren’t “the blue pirates and the red pirates.” Instead, each crew has its own visual motifs and pirate roles. Some crews all have ropework in their outfits, others are about boots and buckles.

The River Heralds

  • Merfolk visually embody the fluidity of Blue via their fins and the groundedness of Green with their rigid jade armor.
  • Color and beauty were important in their styling. Inspired by tropical river fish and poison dart frogs and such.
  • Green Merfolk were a tough sell, even though no one batted an eye at White Vampires.