Pair of Viking hair beads, styled as a Silver New Round (SNR) pattern. The spiral shape of these hair coils makes it easy to use and fits perfectly several beard- and hairstyles such as braids and dreadlocks!
I’ve been into Yona of the Dawn for the past three years, but its only this year that I’ve decided to cosplay from one of my most favorite series!! I started out with Lili and Yona’s fancy cover art illustrations, and then I decided to crunch three more Yona costumes in a week for an upcoming con. I swear I’m usually better about pacing myself but I got pretty swamped with my friend’s wedding earlier in the month and I was left with a week to finish three Yona cosplays for Colossalcon this year.
Literally the only reason these got finished was thanks to the endless support of @automb@nana-cai and @tomyo!! They helped with ironing and pinning and the simple sewing so I could focus on draping my patterns, crafting, and keeping my wits together.
I know my cosplay compilation posts tend to get really chatty and long so I’ll put the rest under a read more!!
The dads reactions to walking in on you giving their kid(s) a makeover
Somehow these got way longer than my
~250 word aim! And the Robert one got very emotional very fast, ups! Hope you’ll enjoy!
Imagine giving the kids a makeover and the dads walk in on you!
🥃Robert had gone out to do…
something, so it’s just you and Val. This was your third time seeing her since
the barbeque and you’re really happy to see her and Robert start to get along
better. There is still a long road ahead of them, but the biggest step has been
done and now they can heal. “Y/N,” her voice pulls you from your thoughts and
you put down the nail polish, reaching for the remover instead. You clean up
her nail, making sure you didn’t get any more of her skin, before you continue.
“Sorry. I was thinking.” Val smirks. “Then don’t. Clearing your mind and
maintaining a blank space is important for many things in life. It was one of
the first things Robert taught me. It was the only way I survived the many
years we spent on the run, hiding from the organisation he betrayed. You have
to have an empty head when you pull the trigger. No remorse, no second-guessing.”
You raise your eyebrow at her. A beat, then she chuckles. You join in a moment
later and start applying the red nail polish. The front door opens with a creak
and Robert steps inside, throwing it shut again with his foot. “Did anyone die
while I was gone?” He turns around the corner and pauses when he sees you two
sitting on the carpet, you doing Val’s nails, your own already painted red,
with tiny stars on them. You look up and you’re surprised to see him look so
vulnerable. There are so many emotions you can’t read them all, but the ones
you understand make your heart jump in your chest. You wave him over and he
slowly sits down next to you. Val takes his hand and begins applying nail
polish to his nails. You notice Robert wipe his face more than once, but don’t
🍸 You really should have waited for Joseph to come
back home before doing this, but Christie had looked so excited about it, you
couldn’t make her wait any longer. By no means are you a professional hair
stylist, but you’ve given Amanda enough haircuts throughout the years to know
your way around scissors. You had turned the porch into a makeshift saloon with
a mirror through which Christie was watching you as you cut her hair. The
father in you wonders what brought about this wish for change, but you assume
she just wanted something different. Lord knew how many times Amanda has
changed her appearance during her childhood. The only thing you’re truly
worried about is Joseph’s reaction. You hope he won’t be upset that you’ve done
this without asking him first. It’s already too late for him to do anything
about it, but the last thing you want is for Joseph to be angry. Christian’s
shout is the only warning you have before Joseph is already at the door,
staring at the scene in front of him. He looks… shocked. You put away the
scissors nervously and turn to face him. Christie notices her father a moment
later and jumps on her feet, running over to him. “Daddy, look! Y/N cut my
hair!” Joseph lifts her into his arms and runs his fingers through her hair,
which now only reaches down to her chin. “Did you want a new haircut, sweetie?
Why didn’t you ask me to make you an appointment?” Christie looks sheepish. “I
thought you’d say no.” Joseph shoots you a look. You’re relieved to see he isn’t
angry. “Christie, baby, I would never dictate your appearance. You can have
your hair be however you like it.” Christie wraps her arms around Joseph’s neck
and hugs him. He smiles at you and when he carries Christie over so you can
finish, he kisses the top of your head and tells you what a good job you’d
☕ Carmensita lets out a yelp and instinctually
pulls away, but you tighten your (gentle) grip around her waist and keep her
seated in your lap. “I told you it would hurt,” you say, putting away the dread
wax for a moment so you can gently rub Carmensita’s scalp. “Yeah, but I didn’t
think it would hurt that much!” You make her turn around so you can look into
her eyes and see whether the pain was too much for her. Her eyes are sparkling
with tears, but her cheeks are dry and she is still looking excited even though
you’ve been at it for two hours by now. You squeeze her shoulder in
encouragement. “We’re halfway through, dear. If you want, we can stop and
continue another time or day. You don’t have to do it in one sitting.” She’s
determined, though, and eager to get this done, so you continue, using your
comb to twist the next square section of her hair. This time she doesn’t yelp
when you twist and you mumble praise, but your words are drowned out by the
sound of the door opening. You look up and give Mat a smile, which he returns,
albeit with a confused expression on his face. “What’s going on here?” He asks
and puts down his guitar case. It’s obvious what you two are doing, but
Carmensita replies anyway. “Y/N is giving me dreadlocks, like yours!” You smile
indulgingly, not about to tell her it would take some time until hers would
look like Mat’s. Mat looks surprised and walks over to inspect your work. Once
he has assured himself you know what you are doing, he leans down to kiss
Carmensita’s forehead. “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. Why don’t I make you
some hot chocolate to help against the pain?” He smiles at you. “For you too,
baby.” You lean up and kiss him, then he walks off into the kitchen while you
🌹 “Are you sure?” Like the other times you asked
him that question, Lucien rolls his eyes and huffs out a ‘yes’, but this time,
with him leaning over the bathtub and the dye in your hands, he sounds
uncertain, nervous. His decision to change his hair colour was a spontaneous
one and at first you hesitated and said he had to ask Damien, but somehow, he managed
to convince you anyway and here you are, about to dye his hair. You have
already draped a towel over his shoulders and separated his hair into little
sections with hairclips, so all there was left was applying the dye. “Just do
it, Y/N,” he says, after taking a deep breath. His voice is unsteady, but you
can tell he is sure, he wants to do this, so you pick up the brush and get to
work. You generously apply the dye, trying to avoid his skin, and set the
timer. While you dispose of the gloves, he disappears in his room; he only
comes out after the timer goes off again and he’s buzzing in his shoes, looking
so excited you feel glad you caved in. You don’t know at what point Damien
arrives, but when he finally announces his presence to you two, Lucien’s hair
is already a vibrant shade of pink. Both Lucien and you look up. You open your
mouth to apologise for not calling him, but he speaks before you can. “Look at
you, Lucien! That colour is absolutely stunning. Do you want to take pictures
in the garden? There are some roses with the exact shade as your hair.” You let
out a breath of relief and get up to join them.
🎣 Brian might have been better at many things, but
there was one area of expertise he couldn’t best you in: Braiding. “Amanda’s
hair was thicker and unrulier than yours,” you tell Daisy as you gently
separate her hair into three strands. “I remember a lot of tears and tugging
was involved.” Daisy’s hair, in comparison, is easy to handle, but hers has a
whole different texture than Amanda’s and she is sitting still, something
Amanda never enjoyed doing. “Can you teach me how to do it myself?” Daisy asks
you, shovelling a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. You hum a yes and start
braiding her hair. It is only going to be a simple French braid, but you’re
already planning on giving her a spiral braid, if she likes it. You’re so
engrossed in your work, you do not hear the front door open, nor Brian’s
greeting as he shrugs out of his jacket and comes into the living room. “What are you two doing, hm?” You look up and find him leaning against the
doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest and a bright smile on his lips. “Daisy’s
hair, obviously,” you reply with an exaggerated roll of your eyes. Brian laughs
and walks over. He sits down on the couch next to you and throws an arm over
your shoulders, then kisses your temple. “I didn’t know you could braid.” You
shoot him a look and huff. “Brian, I have an adult daughter. Of course I can
braid.” He kisses your cheek and noses down to your jaw. “Can I get some, too?”
Turning, you look at his short hair and frown, but then a thought crosses your
mind. An hour later, father and daughter sport matching braids; Daisy on her head,
Brian with his beard. He proudly shows them off at work the next day.
👟 Craig’s fashion sense, you realised early on in your
relationship, hasn’t improved much since college and it seems his daughters inherited
it. Part of you mourns the death of Smash’s superior, but unfortunately
non-dominant, fashion-savy genes, the rest jumps at the opportunity to take the
girls shopping, which you did while Craig was at work. The three of you are
high on sugar, soda and other unhealthy stuff you three have vowed to never,
ever tell Craig about, so it is not surprising when Craig comes home, the
living room is a mess of clothes that were haphazardly thrown aside and you’re
doing your best Stanley Tucci in The
Devil Wears Prada or Project Runway’s
Tim Gunn impression, while Briar and Hazel abuse the couch as their runway.
Neither of them has strayed too far from their love for blue and dark grey
colour scheme, but you’re proud to see they, for once, are wearing something
other than their softball uniforms. “Um,” is the first thing that Craig manages
to say. “Why… what…?” You really missed the way how easy it was to render Craig
speechless. You jump off the coffee table and hurry over to him in order to
push him towards the changing rooms (the bathroom). “Finally! Punctuality is
crucial in this business, Mister Cahn! Fetch us the faux-leather jacket from
the brown paper bag, would you? Briar’s pants need something dark to go with them!”
Craig stares at you as if you have lost your mind, but obliges. A moment later,
he sticks his head out of the door. “Dude, how much did you buy??”
📖 The fact that Ernest had come to you and not
Lucien or anyone else makes you feel more sentimental than it should. If he
noticed your awestruck expression and the tears in your eyes when he asked you
to do his makeup, he hadn’t let it show, and you are determined not to embarrass
yourself while you’re at it. It’s obvious he’s never worn makeup before; he
keeps on twitching whenever you near his eyes with the pencil, cannot keep his
eyes open to save his life, and you lost count of how often you had to remove mascara
stains from his cheeks. But he’s also smiling the whole time and you’re holding
a civilised, personal conversation. He hasn’t cursed at you during the whole
ordeal, not even once. You don’t know what he needs the makeup for, but you
also do not plan on asking. If he wants you to know, he’ll tell you. Your back
is turned to the bathroom door and Ernest’s eyes are closed since you are
applying eye shadow, so neither of you notice Hugo standing there until you
tell Ernest he can open his eyes again and he screams. Your dad reflexes make you turn around and hold the brush
like it’s a knife and would actually keep attackers at bay. Hugo stares. You
stare back at him. Behind you, Ernest mumbles something about needing to go,
but you gently hold him back. For one, you’re not done. Secondly, you can tell
he is scared of Hugo’s reaction. He needn’t have worried, as all Hugo did was
smile, tell him he was looking good, and letting them know dinner is going to
be ready soon. He leaves you alone and you turn back to Ernest. “Don’t you dare
cry, you little brat, the makeup isn’t waterproof!”
Makeup and wig test for my Gucci Casual Giorno Giovanna for a con this weekend. I’m in love with it so far and hopefully once my cosplay comes in I’ll truly be a gangsta ~♡ luckily I love navy so I had the blazer and painted the ladybugs on it. Might put some gold on it but idk, if I have time.
The wig is a Cady base from Arda, as well as the wefts i used for the spirals and the braid in the back. The color is fairy blond.
Prompto didn’t really get outside much. Which was to say he didn’t really get outside at all these days. Just about everything he wanted could be delivered to his door, from take-out to groceries (though his cooking ability was near non-existent he did know how to nuke cup noodles and fry eggs) to toiletries and comics. Everything he wanted was in his small apartment already in the form of his computer and various video game systems. The only IRL people he wanted to deal with were his parents and even then he tried not to do a lot of that.
Not that they were bad people because they weren’t. They were wonderful people who’d loved and supported him unconditionally his entire life. They’d never asked anything from him except that he do his best and be happy with whatever it was, had stood behind him in every activity and hobby, and that was why he hated visiting with them. They deserved better than son with no motivation, no prospects, and no desire to do any better than how he was currently doing.
One traumatic incident and he was functionally a shut-in, wasting all the effort his parents had spent on him, and they were too nice to even be upset. Worried. Sad. Ready to help the moment he asked for it, always lovingly reminding him that they were there for him, but never ever upset. They didn’t push and try to force him to rejoin the world, to get over it.
gone to speak with Dori, even if you didn’t know what he’d say to soothe his
brother’s hurt feelings. Dori loved him, you knew, and Nori loved Dori too, but
sometimes it was easier for the both of them to love each other from apart.
you even meet Lady Brynhilda, Nori? Her adad is the Blacklock envoy, Mahal’s
Beard, that’s not the circles you travel!” Dori moaned, more than a little pale.
Nori didn’t want to know what kind of sordid circumstances Dori was envisioning
to put that look on his face.
Something that bugs me somewhat is the general tendancy for artists to draw Melia with shoulder-length hair when it’s undone. To me this doesn’t make sense; her hair is already just above her shoulders when it’s all braided and spiralled up, there’s no way it only gets like 10-15cm longer when fully undone.
(Disclaimer: Keep drawing it however you want! I’m just being a pedantic bum.)
So I went into Blender and took a picture of Melia’s hair in its default state, just brushing her shoulders:
Then I took out the rotation tool and started unrolling it to flatness:
(Note how the hair is made of three “blocks”. Only the longest one is continuous.)
Finally, I straightened it out, trying to avoid changing its length:
The longest “block” of hair is almost past her rear end.
Now, the braid is drawn onto her head texture, so we can’t use model magic to straighten it out. The texture looks like this:
My estimation is that a braid is about 0.6-0.8 times the length of its raw components (correct me if I’m wrong), meaning the length of the raw hair would be 1.25-1.67 times the length of the braid. This would put the final length of Melia’s hair somewhere between the middle and bottom of her thighs.
On the other hand, if it’s still spiralled, which it might be if that’s its natural shape, it would only add enough length to reach down to like her armpits or middle ribs. Maybe to the waist (it’s hard to tell). But that’s in the full spiral, not a loose wave.
Conclusion #1: Going by nothing but the model and texture, Melia’s hair length under various conditions looks to be about:
Braided and spiralled: A little under shoulder-length
Only braided: About bum-length
Only spiralled: Somewhere between armpits and middle ribs
Completely loose: Thigh- to knee-length
Conclusion #2: Melia’s probably never had a haircut.
Sasuke reminisces about his wedding anniversary as the day approaches.
Sometimes, when he finds a fallen tree, he stops in his
journeys and takes a seat on the rugged bark. Things move quickly in his world—if
there isn’t a threat to be eliminated right now, there will be—but he figures he deserves a break. Hell, even the Hokage gets a few minutes off to spend
time with the wife, so, Sasuke figures, why shouldn’t he?
In fact, there’s nothing Sasuke would like more than to be
at home with Sakura right now. He can’t fathom the surprise on her face if he
should come home early. Surely, he knows, she’d drop whatever she was doing,
frozen in shock. The tears would come, and of course, as she jumps into his arms
and hugs him, he would tell her that she’s not allowed to cry over him anymore.
They’d spend the day catching up on all the things
impossible to put into letters—he’d spit out his tea when Sakura reveals that a
patient she’s been taking care of has shown an interest in her (“What’s his name.”).
Then, in the dead of night when all things have ceased and
it’s just them, alone…
Sasuke misses her warmth. He buries himself deeper in his
cloak, ignoring the faint chill of wind slapping against his cheeks. From his
bag, he removes Polaroids of his wife he took as the days went on. At first, he
was simply learning how the camera worked (“You
have to focus it like this, Sasuke-kun, and then when you want to take the
shot, you press the button!”). Sakura had taken unflattering shots of
him—one where he was halfway in the middle of a sneeze, eyes somewhat open, or
eating, or just looking at her funny.
She saved them all.
Now here he was, looking at pictures he’d taken of her. Likewise, not all of them were the
best photos, but they were the true sides of Sakura that couldn’t be captured
in a smiling portrait.
So I think that this shot is Clarke and that is her new tattoo. I think that she is either taking off her top to take a bath OR there is a bed behind those sheer curtains. Is Lexa on that bed? Who knows.
I think it is Clarke for a few reasons. Look at the spiral braid as well as the crimped hair, and the multiple braids, and that it is blonde. I’m not sure how far apart these two scenes are though. Some people are saying that this is Niylah. I don’t think so. I’m 99.9% sure on this. And i do think that this is in Polis. In the scene behind Lexa there are sheer curtains which makes me think that this is a common thing in Polis – or at least Lexa’s home. (Yes i do think that Calrke is staying on one of the rooms in Lexa’s palace.)
Thorin, AKA “King Hairy Uncle,” spends quality time with his niece, Fili’s young daughter, while her mother is in labor, and assures the young child that her parents’ love will multiply, not divide
Request: increasinglyweird asked: I have a prompt, it’s kind of specific - and it ignores BOTFA because obviously. Thorin spending time with Fili’s young daughter while Fili’s wife is in labour with her little sister. Fluffy stuff, perhaps he could be telling her about Fili’s birth or something. For some reason my headcanon is that Fili would have daughters and they’d be as awesome as their dad. Feel free not to do it and/or change it to suit though :)