weaving princess

cause she a rebel princess shes the best shes a ball of lighting in a hot pink dress shes a thunderstorm roaring through the night shes our shooting star and shes lighting up the skyyy

why Athena is the INTJ patron

Arachne: Wow look at that I bested you fair and square in a skill you claim to be good at :)

Athena: WOW LOOK AT THAT I TURNED YOU INTO A FUCKING SPIDER ENJOY WEAVING WITH YOUR BUTT PRINCESS NERD :)


edit: in some versions Athena turned her because she pouted about being equally good, in some because Arachne made a tapestry that mocked the Gods. Only adds to my point I think


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The legend of these two princesses comes in many variations. In the pagan version, the princesses were close friends who were sent from Heaven to bring peace to two feuding villages. They both took a village each as a guardian. The princesses were unmatched in their own skills: Princess Santubong can weave fine clothes and Princess Sejinjang can pound rice so delicious mortals would be full for days. Their talents brought prosperity to the villages and the people were content. The peace did not last long as contempt started to brew between the princesses. 

Some versions claimed that they were envious of each other’s beauty, some say it was over love for an indecisive prince and some say it was because of neglect over their land. Their fights increased in frequency and intensity until they both had abandon their responsibility to their people, causing chaos and natural disasters in their wake. After a grueling seven-day war, a final battle ensued. 

Princess Sejinjang had struck a blow to Princess Santubong’s cheek, breaking it. In response Princess Santubong used a daggered pole and threw it to her, shattering Sejinjang’s head to pieces. Despite her victory, both of them had neglected their duty to their people so the heaven cursed Santubong into a mountain (where the gash at her cheek was said to be the peak) and Princess Sejinjang’s shattered corpse became an isle of islands. Their story was immortalized in a popular Sarawakian folk song.

Some logic for your day:

Starring-
Renruki
Ichihime
Logic.

Renji wields some fire shit.
Rukia wields some ice shit.

Ichigo is dark.
Orihime is light.

Renji is the wolf howling at the moon.
Rukia is the moon.

Ichigo and Rukia are bros and totally different yet the same. Ying yang.

Ichigo and Orihime are opposite.
Hot right?

Ichigo’s name means to protect one(to him)
Promises to protect (one person specifically) Orihime.

Orihime’s name means weaving princess.
Ichigo is considered king (symbolically).

Renji’s name means yearning love. And loves Rukia

Rukia’s name means flower of regret. Which derives from her past.

That time that Ichigo saved Rukia, and hurled her straight to Renji? Yeah i don’t see how Ichiruki can really argue that it’s like Isshin and Misaki

Ichigo carries Orihime like a princess.

And that folks was some logic.

Originally posted by amvped


Originally posted by blahziken

Originally posted by thingsreplacedwithsloths

Reblog and spread fire.

Okay, but… Consider this. If Kubo have wanted to end Bleach with a new pairing of Death and Strawberry, he could have had an IchiRuki son and an Ishihime daughter and it would have still worked. Death: Captain Kuchiki and Vice Captain Kurosaki (Shiba) have a cute, dark haired son, a prodigy Shinigami with all the bravado and strength of his amazing parents. Strawberry: the Last Quincy Prince and his bride, the Princess of Weaving have a bright eyed, red-tressed daughter, possessing great power that mingles the threads of ability her parents share, under the care and tutelage of her father and grandfather. In a similar fashion to the crack ending we got, the Kurosaki (Kuchiki? Shiba??) family comes back to Karakura for an event (that doesn’t involve MMA-Chad) and our second gen protags meet for the first time. And there is rivalry and connection and emotion and Uryuu telling his daughter that there’s no way he’s letting her get involved with Shinigami affairs.

NOW WAS THAT SO FREAKING HARD???

Decided I love sin-swaps

Imagine Nevy singing Ava to sleep with sweet low lullabies and running her ghost hands over Ava’s hair gently while she sleeps

Imagine Odin growing a magnificent garden on his home planet, nearly single-handedly saving his family from starvation with his gigantic fruits, herbs, and vegetables, and smiling quietly when people ask what his secret is but refusing to tell

Imagine Tuls treating Ava like a princess, weaving flower crowns for her to wear and bowing and kissing her hand

Imagine Nevy coaxing Odin into the water, knowing when to push him and when it’s time to stop, helping him get over his fear


Imagine Wrathia  B̈́͋̑̅̃͆͋ͪUͥͬR̢͒͂̄͢N̴ͣ̕̕I̸ͪ̉́͛ͪ̓N̛ͬ̓ͯͤ̿͌͗̃́̕͜G̢̐̉̅ͫ̓ͦ͢ ̨ͯ͗͜G̢ͦ͒ͥ̎̿͐́Ĩͩ͌̏̎͐͜͞͠L̍̽̐̉͒ͫ͘͠ ̨̿̏͠F̷̒ͦͥṘͦͩ͊͐̔ͣO̢͒̀ͦ͑͋M̛͊̌͘͟ ̈̾ͦ̌ͫ̑̆̎͏T͊H̴ͫ͒͗̑̈́̌ͭͥ̐Ê̄ͤͦ̚ ͐ͭͫͣ́͟͡I̛̎ͧ̆̏̎̓͜͝Ņͤ͑͗̊̏Ṡ̛ͩ̉ͣ̍̋̔Ĩͤ͡͠D̴͑̐̊̑ͫ̅̿͒͞E̵ͥ̉̊̾̌̄͟ ͦ̐̔ͤ̅͆̽Ǫ̿̉ͯͧ͘͝Ȗ̴̌̾͒ͮ̉T̈̐ͦͣ̂͏̕

Imagine Maggie  Ŗ̵͎͖̘̦̻̜̝͝Ơ͞͏̶͔̗͓͓̝̬̯͕̤̞̮͔͎͔̜̳̳̙ͅÇ̡̳̺͔̣̬̹̺̤͉̙͇͘̕͢K̰̖͚̙͍̮̭̟̕͠͡Į̶̧̙̩͍̖̯̳͉̰͇̯̜͎̮̥̩̮̀Ǹ͝͠҉͕̩̯̺͈G͉̖͖̗̬͚̞͎̙͔̀̀͡ ̢̦̩̥͚͓͙̘͍̟̦̫̭͜͠ͅB̨̛͉̞͚̬̹̱̣͔̙̦͔͙̳̗̺͍͢͟Ą̞̩̟̰͟͠C̶̢̡̧͓̼̪̲̩̮͚̣̖̜̘͓̜̮̮͡K̡͏̛̮̗͙̘̬̱̦͚ ҉̶̧̡̱̪̖̗͉̪͉͝A̵̸͈͕̻̠̞̯͎̳̹̬̺̞̻͍͙͡ͅṈ̵̰̳D̨̡̺̤̙̟̞͎͖̰̜̪͚̖̯̘̣̟ ͉̣̙̹̖͎̰͙̭̲̹͙͎͟͢F̷̧̙̣̗͔̗̻̠͟O̶̶̢͓̬͖̱̥̱̞͖̭̰̟͜͠Ŗ̰͍̻̦͍̯̰̗̩̀͝T́̀͡҉̳͚͍͇̜̳H̡̧̰̩̦̫̬͓̺̝̖̗͕̰͚̲̼̥ ̴̨̭̲̯͕̬̭̻̦̞͓̺͙̞̺̹̪͝F͜͞͝҉̴̙̭̖͇͚̦̭̤̭̱̱̰͇R҉̴̡̪̝̜̘̬͕́͞ͅƠ҉҉͖͉̣͔̻̖̗̣M̶̢͎̦̣͉͚͕̙̣̜̟ ̴̛̦̩̻̳̯̜̱̘͚͟͞͝F̜̻̭̯̺̜̕E͝҉҉̬̹̗̦͡͝Ą͕̮̟͉̪̤̟͔͉̯̬̱̹͈̳̼͖͚̟͡R̷̵̜̩͕͕̞̱͉͎̮̤̣͎̩͉̟̳̮͞͝͠ ̶̵͖͖̹̘̪̲͇̰̩̲͔͎̟͇͜O͏̯͈̫̲͡ͅF̧̛̙͙̲̪̥̝̰̟̪̗̥͙͎̥̕ ̀͏̶̬͈̬̭͍̙͇̗̜̻̪̖T͍͚͕͔̟͖̖̰͓̺̳͓́͟͜͠ͅH̢̙̪̞̦͉͈̼̟̯̟͔̰̬̺̼͡ͅÈ̶̸̳̺̲̫̭͇̮̪̬̙̺̹͓̖̼̫͔̪͘͡ ̢̘͎̼̤̲͎̫͇̬̱̪̟̮̠̫͠͝D̢͓̠̯̼͈̠̳̰̯͖͔̣̺̻̕ͅͅA͝͏̣̙͔̱̯̭̘͍̰̹̠̩͇̲̯̠͞R̖̲̯̝̹̬̟̞̗̩͇̳̘͢ͅḰ̶̩̺͇̖̠̠̻̩͍̤̗͖͕͘̕͠ ̨̨̛̲͔̹̮̲͚͕̳̩̗̟̟̕͞ͅ

He was too late

“What?” Zuko’s voice fills the too warm air, burrowing like a worm in Azula’s ear. “No lightning today? Afraid I’ll redirect it?”

Katara’s eyes flick nervously from the Prince to the Princess - Azula weaving and wavering with chaotic movements, Zuko standing firm and proud. His arms draw up in front of his body, preparing for the onslaught of electricity that is sure to come.

“I’ll show you lightning!” Azula’s laugh, twisted and sadistic, echoes off the surrounding roofs and columns.

Frayed fragments of white static form around the troubled girl, golden irises focusing on the Prince with deadly precision. Katara wants to shout, to pull him away and tell him to run, but her feet are rooted to the ground.

She can only stare as Azula added more power to the impending blow, only watch as Zuko took a deep breath, his ribs expanding and collapsing steadily.

Breathe in. Breathe out. How many times had she practiced the same mantra during her sparring matches with him?

Azula’s gaze leaves her brother, locking on Katara. She’s found the Prince’s weakness.

Katara knows what’s coming, but still, her feet won’t move. It’s like they’re encased in ice, chained to the ground.

A loud crash. A ripple of white, blue light. An anguished shout.

The Princess laughs. Zuko leaps.


He’s too late.  


Her world shatters.

No - not the world - her heart. It explodes, the pieces breaking and imploding and ripping through her chest like shards of glass.

Everything is red, but it’s fading quickly to black.

“Katara!” The Prince screams - the sound is the only thing more painful than the burning wound piercing her.

She can see the flames - blue and gold - mingling at the corners of her vision. The Princess is still cackling.

Then it’s quiet, though the sudden silence seems louder than the growling flames. It’s heavy, dragging her down like the relentless sea, and she realizes Azula is dead. The Prince will never be the same.

He’s at at her side, ripping his tunic off, staunching the flow of blood with the fabric. All she can see are his eyes - those golden, frantic eyes, muddied with searing tears. She knows she should be afraid, but she’s not.

“You’re going to be alright.” Zuko leans over her, his forehead pressed to hers. Their breath mixes, his - hot and fast, hers - shallow and weak. “Katara, you’re okay, I promise.”

If Toph were here, she’d tell him to stop lying. 

anonymous asked:

I intentionally read tanabata legend on wikipedia, and it's written like this: "Orihime (織姫 Weaving Princess), daughter of the Tentei (天帝 Sky King, or the universe itself)" Omygod!! It startled me!! If Kubo really followed the legend, it could be no more than Orihime is related to the Soul King!!

Yep! And given how Kubo doesn’t seem to shy away from using Tanabata symbolism in Bleach regarding Orihime (and Ichigo, since the legend is about a pair of lovers), on top of that theory we’ve got going about Orihime being related to the Soul King, I think we can arrive at a pretty decisive and interesting conclusion :^)

anonymous asked:

"my kitchen’s a mess and inside a fridge is a mixture of drinks, food, potions and potion ingredients and u drink what you thought was some weird cordial and now you’re having a 24hr out of sense experience and you’re seeing and saying really delusional crap and i have to keep you here overnight so you don’t die" and E/R please?

(WARNINGS for someone being drugged against their consent, if not on purpose, and also for that person having hallucinations of bad things happening.)

They’re in the home stretch. Grantaire has survived two hours of Enjolras in his apartment making decorations for Courfeyrac’s birthday next week, since Grantaire is good at crafts of all sorts and Enjolras loves his friends enough to sacrifice a few hours of studying to make silly birthday decorations.

“Can I get a drink?” Enjolras asks, head already in the fridge. “It’s a mess in here. Making potions again?”

“A few things for friends, making a little box of a dozen useful things for Courfeyrac as my actual present for him. Don’t drink anything without a label.”

“I think I know better than that. Grape juice is safe, though, unless you’re disguising wine these days.” That’s a little catty, and Grantaire would say so if Enjolras sounded serious at all. Instead, he rolls his eyes and puts the finishing touch on the paper cutout of a dinosaur he’s presently working on, and then realizes when he hears a noise from the kitchen that the grape juice is not in fact safe, because he ran out of canning jars for potions and he’s in the middle of inventing a lucid dreaming potion for Jehan.

“Not the grape juice in the glass bottle,” he says, but he knows it’s too late before he turns around and finds Enjolras zoned out in the kitchen. “Fuck.” He stands up and goes over and shakes Enjolras gently, and gets a curious, glazed smile in return. “Hey, you okay there?”

“Everything is glowing very much,” says Enjolras, with the kind of careful enunciation of the drunk and the exhausted.

“I am going to sit you down and text your roommates.”

Enjolras looks agreeable, which is a sure sign that he’s under magical influence. “Did you know your ceiling is made out of stars?”

“Sure, you can tell me all about that when you’re sitting.”

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So I sent out a text saying “Do you wanna link up for food & drinks?” to about 8 chicks … Whoever invented copy and paste is a genius … They all replied but only 4 of them didn’t have plans for the night … Out of the 4 chicks that replied I decided to link up with the chick I never smashed before … We had linked up once during the summer for food and drinks … I’m gonna keep her nameless for this story because she’s cool as fuck & popular on Da Gram … She’s one of those 450 LIKES chicks that swear she’s Beyonce … She was pretty with a caramel skin tone … She had a flourishing virgin Princess Jasmine weave … She was so bad she smelled like Sugar Daddy … We went to Tad’s Steakhouse in the city … The conversation was pretty cool … She asked a few dumb questions like “What made such a popular guy with the ladies wanna hang out with me?” I wanted to respond “Because you look mad good bitch!” so bad but I behaved … The food was tasty but she was looking like the best available thing to eat at the table … We sipped wine with our steak … I had some Henny P on ice at the crib … Merlot hit like Mayweather … Henny hit like Drago … Before I got a chance to ask her she invited herself to my crib … Good dates end at night … Great dates end in the morning … I made sure that I had cleaned up earlier … I was expecting some female company tonight … Every real nigga turn into a janitor when pussy coming over … Niggas start Febreezing & Lysoling shit that don’t need it like pictures on the wall … But anyway we got back to my crib a little after 1am … I pulled out the Henny instantly … She frowned her face up and said bitches that drink Henny were expert cat burglars … I convinced her to let me at least make her a Henny Colada … I had some frozen cream of coconut and some Dole pineapple juice in the fridge … I made her Colada stronger than some of faces walking around Church Ave in Brooklyn … She guzzled it down and instantly became looser than Micheal Jordan jeans … She put on the Music Choice channel and started dancing to every song that came on … At this point I knew I had the body in the bag like the Undertaker at Wrestlemania … I still played it cool and didn’t press the issue at all … Out of nowhere she sat on my lap … Her ass was softer than the neighborhood on Full House … I love soft phat asses more than I love some of my relatives … It was time to go into kill mode … I gave her the best 18 minutes & 34 seconds of her life … I tried to give her 25 minutes but she had a better ride game than Danica Patrick … The condom got filled out quick … I lied and told her that round 2 was gonna start in 5 minutes … She ended up falling asleep before me … I woke up at 8am feeling soaking wet … My legs, boxers, and t-shirt was wet … I was like damn the pussy was good but it wasn’t that damn good … I started feeling around the bed … The whole mattress was soaking wet … I smelled my hand then almost fainted at the stench of piss on my fingers … The bitch dead ass peed in my fucking bed … I looked at her in total disgust before waking her up … She had the fucking nerve to be smiling in her sleep … The combination of piss and house heat had my bedroom smelling god awful … My eyes started getting teary eyed … This little fine bitch really had the bladder of a Tommy from Rugrats … She did have Certified Bed Wetter in her IG Bio SMFH … “Yo Wake up! Wake up!” I screamed at the top of lungs … I smacked her left ass cheek with Incredible Hulk force … She popped up looking all shocked & startled … “OMG I’m so sorry for wetting up your bed … Don’t be mad at me Kas” she said … “I can’t front … I’m pissed off right now, No pun intended, I’m gonna buy you some lace Pull ups from Victoria Secret later” I replied … She asked me could she take a shower before heading home … I had to text a few of friends about my current situation … They all laughed at me … I personally didn’t find shit funny … The bitch really treated my bed like a big Huggie pamper … After she came out the bathroom I went inside to get some cleaning products … I noticed she dropped mad little brown Bebe Kids in the toilet and didn’t flush … That was the final straw … She had to GO!!! … I kicked her out pissed off Martin style … She was OD embarrassed and begged me not to make her into a #KasFACTS

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLOWER-WEAVING PRINCESS!!!

It’s legit 1:30 AM at where I’m living at and since I suck at fanart, I just wanna say Happy Birthday to you, Orihime Inoue! September 3rd is a very significant day for you, us, and kubo sensei. This marks the day of a very beautiful, kind, smart, and strong young lady. Even though you were abused by your parents and a malevolent spirit took over your brother, you now have a beautiful family to love and care for. Even though you were deemed “useless and stupid” by the haters, you are still praised by the other characters for your unique power and wisdom. Even though you are the most hated character in the entire Bleach universe, you are still loved by people who love you for you. Even though you were brainwashed, your love for Ichigo broke the spell and love conquered all. You have been through a lot Orihime, inside and outside the Bleach universe. But you have won your battles and have great friends who always been there for you, an amazing husband who loves you more than the entire galaxy and with that love, you and Ichigo created a beautiful son named Kazui Kurosaki who destroyed the remaining pieces of Ywach with the simplicity of y'all love. Once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ORIHIME INOUE!!! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THE HEALING SUN PRINCESS IN OUR HEARTS!!! P.S. I might end up making fanfics. :) I’m kinda good at that! LoL! 😆😆😆

Originally posted by strawberryinouenalu

anonymous asked:

Orihine legit became the my immortal of bleach

Hi my name is Inoue caramel sugar star weaving princess Orihime and I have long caramel hair (that’s how I got my name) with tangerine streaks and golden tips that reaches my mid-back and warm brown eyes like elfen tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Kurosaki Masaki (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Kurosaki Ichigo but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a Goddess but my teeth are straight and white like a human’s. I have pale white skin. I’m also a healer princess but I got to a normal school called Karakura high in duh, Karakura where I’m in the senior year (I’m seventeen). I’m a mary sue (in case you couldn’t tell) and I love the Urahara Shouten where I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a white, boob-windowed top and white skirt-pants. I was walking outside in hueco mundo It was in the middle of war which I was very mad about because when that happens I cant see myself reflected in Kurosaki-kun’s eyes. Luckily today I saw him fighting with some bat arrancar. I cried at him to tasukete me even though I was fine and he was half-dead. Ishida-kun who