where a black ribbon

anonymous asked:

Do you have anything regarding liars like specifically to stop someone from lying/ spreading rumors?

A general binding spell could also be performed, where you tie a black ribbon around the head of a poppet where a mouth would be, to symbolize binding their words and preventing them from saying anything negative about you.

If you wanna go in the directions of curses…

Good luck!

A Picture’s Worth A Thousand Words

Oh gosh. Please blame this on @larvesta ‘s wonderful Chloe/Alya art and @miracufic ‘s fluff phase

1.But don’t you have a more flattering one?

Saving face is something Chloe’s has always prided herself on. She’s always strutted her way through life on gilded steps, silver spoon stuck firmly in her mouth as she steps over obstacles and often people.

But being a hero doesn’t give her much room to save face when her transparent wings are still new and stubbornly clinging against her yellow suit. She’s barely an asset on her good days and more a liability to the team on days when Pollen is being particularly stingy with her abilities.

The initial excitement of it all is waning in the face of her shame, as she is yet again, spirited away from a rampaging akuma in Volpina’s capable arms. She maintains what little gravitas she can, her chin lifted high and her gaze set forward as she shouts-

“Put me down you mangy fox! I can totally help Ladybug! Just give me a chance!”

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anonymous asked:

omg I love your work, you're an incredibly good at writing. if you're taking prompts, i was wondering, how about a fic where North gets hurt on a mission and everyone's worrying about him - instead of the other way around?

Agent North Dakota takes a bullet and Theta was not prepared for the reality of a dying Freelancer. Luckily, North does this all the time and so do the others. 

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To my sixteen year old self,

Do you want the good news or the bad?
The good news is we’re happy,
the bad is we’re still barking mad.
Right about now you should be leaving that strange emo phase where black nails, ribbons, and lace and a moody face
were all the craze.

Now I’m still convinced that all that you’re about to witness
all the heart break, all the mistakes,
all those failed attempts at fitness,
every tear and shout and giggle
has gone towards creating me.
And I wouldn’t change a single second of your happiness or misery

But with all that said,
I think there are some things you ought to know
Just to make your journey smoother
less bumpy on the go

1. Don’t compare yourself to every girl you’ve met
Their bigger boobs,
Their longer legs,
Their better makeup,
Cause I will bet that every girl you’ve ever met,
has compared themselves to us

Our curvy waist, our wavy hair
when all we thought was what’s the fuss?
You’re not them and they’re not you
and holy crap that’s nice.

So stop comparing and start self caring.
Cause all you are will more than suffice.

2. Hold your horses
Take things slower, think it through
cause you’re so good at jumping in the deep
without a freaking clue
you fall in love with best case scenarios
whilst ignoring all the worst
so when the worst comes rolling round
your bubbles quickly burst

Fight the urge to race ahead,
be the tortoise not the hare
You’ll see the end before it’s here
not fall over it when you’re there

3. Take time to date yourself
and don’t let guys state your worth
Half the guys you ended up being with just didn’t deserve everything you had to offer
Cause you didn’t learn to love yourself
before you asked a boy to love you
which got you left up on a shelf
So figure out exactly who you are and then be daring
Cause you’ve just got to be more careful when it’s your heart that you’re sharing

Aside from that,
I wouldn’t change a thing,
even that stupid decision you made that 2012 will bring

But remember there will be times when it feels like all is lost,
when there’s no way out from all that doubt
and every bridge has been crossed
But if you call it quits you’ll never get to see where we end up
And I’ve got to say it’s pretty freaking good so don’t give up

Life’s got this funny way of being really bad
But then just like that the light comes on
and you will be so glad that you held on that bit longer
So you can lay out in the sun

And I hope that I can make you proud

Love,
Your sixteen year old self

—  Carrie Hope Fletcher, To My Sixteen Year Old Self

PLEASE HELP!
This Grand Highblood cosplayer was very nice to me, and he gave me his phone number and tumblr, but last night I lost the coat containing both! Please spread this around so he sees it and knows that I lost it by accident.
If anyone at all knows where my coat is (it’s a black trench coat with ribbon on the back and a zipper that has a skull with heart shaped eyes) PLEASE GET AHOLD OF ME.

An irony of 18th century fashion. Shave your own hair to wear a wig that’s sometimes (as in this case) made of human hair. In the collection of the Connecticut Historical Society which has this to say about it:

An 18th century human hair wig, with a curl at the lower front on each side and terminating in a braid at the back. Where the braid meets the body of the wig, a black moiré ribbon has been tied in a bow, and at the bottom of the braid a black satin ribbon has been tied in a bow