#armour colour glamour

[artilaz]

I finally managed to craft my absolute dream armour for my man and I’m never taking it off again 💛💛💛

[esoteric-chaos]

What is Protection Magic? The How-To's and Methods

Protection is necessary in the world we live in as it is just a fact of life. Did you know we need spiritual protection too? Whether it be protecting yourself from negative entities, negativity, curses or someone's bad vibes you need to be able to keep your peace and personal safety. Protection magic can either be offensive, defensive or both.

We touch on a form of protective magic called warding in another post, warding is a defensive type of protection magic. You can also do baneful wards. Those are an offensive and defensive type of magical protection.

Here are some other methods of protection that you can keep on your persons or place within the home.

Spiritual

Black Salt - Great for both protection, warding and banishing. Please be careful around pets with salt as they can get sick if eaten.

Water - Holy water, blessed waters and moon water can be used in rituals, baths or in sprays.

Incense - Dragons Blood, Rue, Sage, Rosemary, Mugwort, Frankincense, Blackberry Leaves, and Pine are all great to burn for protection. Can be made into herbal sprays.

Sprays - Herbal sprays can be made to be sprayed around the home and self for protection. Be cautious with pets.

Crystals - Black obsidian, Labradorite, Tigers Eye, Selenite, and Black Tourmaline can be carried or worn for protection

Sigils - Created with protective intent.

Witches Bells - Witches bells hang on your doorknob or on your door (inside the home) for protection and banishing. When someone comes into the home it rings, banishing negative energy.

Talisman - Objects with spiritual and historical meaning for protection. Can be worn or hung around the home.

Charms - Objects enchanted with the intention of protection. Can be worn or hung around the home.

Energetic Shielding and Armor - This is a form of warding but I'd like to place it here as well. Energy shielding and armour are very much like making protections and wards around your home, they're made with the energy you manifest within yourself or if you are someone who has low energy it can be borrowed from energy sources. I go into this more in my Warding post.

Physical

Veiling - Wearing a blessed head covering will protect you from other's personal energies. It can also help you stay in tune with your own energy without being overwhelmed by that around you.

Baths/Showers - Submerging yourself in water with protective herbs and oils. You can also shower with protective herbal soaps and hang a mesh satchel with protective herbs over your shower head.

Infused spell oils - Oils infused with protective herbs can be placed over the pulse points, third eye, feet and heart area.

Makeup/Skincare - Things like foundation, concealer, serums and moisturizer can all be used with the intention of protective barriers. Same with scented lotions, perfumes and leave-in conditioners. Makeup can even be colour correspondence with protection. Drawing a sigil for protection under your foundation may aid too. This is what’s considered glamour magic. Get creative with it!

Clothing - Wear protective coloured clothing like Black.

Vocal - Prayer to deity/ancestors/guides/etc for assistance. Prayer from a holy book.

Feel free to leave your methods below!

Blessings!

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[themegachessatron]

A Review of my time in Skyrim's Prisons (Featuring some followers): Riften Jail

Part 5 of my Skyrim Prison Review series. This chapter finally breaks the "every interior looks the damn same" chain by looking at Riften, Skyrim's capital of corruption, inequality and... fishing. I think that last one might be important.

Since my last review the inner circle has grown a few notches. Joining me this time is Dunmer heartthrob Teldryn Sero, Whiterun's finest donkey Lydia, Jordan the peak Riekling specimen and the returning Inigo and Sofia. Actually getting arrested and put into the cell here proved surprisingly difficult. We first tried punching one of the homeless people on the streets unprompted but nobody batted an eye when we did. Then I tried stealing food from a nearby cart but again, nothing. So for the third attempt I thought of a real humdinger. I went into the orphanage and suplexed the old lady running it so hard that her spine broke and she died instantly. The children in the orphanage were naturally very happy and- wait, happy!? I was shocked to find them all celebrating her death! I mean she was called Grelod the Kind for Diagna's sake! I swear, kids these days are so ungrateful! Nobody even called the guards! I murdered an innocent old lady without consequence and I have no idea why. In the end we had to literally beat a guard to death to finally get in enough trouble to warrant an arrest. So much hassle, and for what? Well let's see...

Riften's cell is oddly nice, with a full bed provided in each cell as well as a desk, lighting setup and chairs (no rug though, unfortunately). It was also quite cramped inside the cell with all us inside of it due to the relatively small floor size. Had we all not decided to investigate as a group this would've likely been far more adequate of a cell. There are even multiple other cells in this jail, so it's clearly built for capacity (Maven has a lot of enemies it would seem).

Attached to the back wall was a pull ring. The ring in question somewhat blended in with the dark colouration of the walls and pulling on it opened a secret entrance and revealed a secret tunnel behind the prison walls. The actual outline for the secret entrance was quite clearly visible so identifying it as a possible escape route was easy. Normally in this situation I'd leap at the opportunity to criticise the laziness of the guards in not being able to identify the obvious avenue for escape, likely by making some joke about them being more blind than a Falmer or the like, but given the very obvious and deep-rooted corruption in Riften hold (which on fear of my life I know nothing about), it's more likely the guards know about it but are paid to turn a falmer's eye. This isn't as bad as the guards being incompetent at their jobs. It's worse. It shows just how tarnished the internal systems of this city are and is beyond shameful.

Further down the path we were greeted by... a bathing spot? Excess water flow point? Fishing training spot? Given the large Riften fishing scene I'm inclined to assume it's the latter (See? Told you the fishing would be important!). Unfortunately when we arrived there were no fish in the water or indeed fishers-in-training doing their practice reels. Perhaps they were taking the day off?

The path continued downward to eventually lead to a sewer grate (very original, Riften. Veeeeerrrry original). We sent Jordan ahead first to ensure the path ahead wasn't too mucky and/or filled with waste. He (She? It?) was hesitant at first but a quick reminder of her (His? Its?) position in our tribe proved convincing enough to put its (I'm going with its) mind at ease.

We were dropped out of the grate into the depths of Lake Honrich. Hardly the most glamourous escape but it sufficed. Inigo wasn't particularly happy getting his fur so wet but the damage had already been dealt. We took this opportunity to return to the jail normally using guard armour and a few brilliant false moustaches as disguises to look at the space outside the cells.

As previously mentioned, there are a lot of cells in this jail, significantly more than most and the building is well-designed to accommodate these large cells. Though if the rather pompous-looking man in the top left corner is any indication some of the more well-off prisoners can quite easily obtain certain luxuries for their cell. It's also worth noting that (while not pictured above because I forgot to take a visual illustration of it at the time) the prisoner belonging chest is in a wholly separate room in the jail, multiple rooms apart from where the cells are located so no optimistic burglar is picking their cell lock, breaking into the belongings chest and retrieving their beloved Nightingale Boots easily, that's for sure!

Overall... wow. This jail is something else. Much like Riften itself it's simultaneously a brilliant location that operates highly efficently or the biggest sack of Chaurus droppings I've ever encountered. Much of it's defining strengths only exist due to deep seated corruption and the influence of one particularly angry middle-aged woman making them so (which again, I reiterate, I know *nothing* about). As such I can't in good faith call Riften Jail an adequate prison.

Final score: Three Nightingale Boots out of Ten Nightingale Boots

Thank you for reading this review. Next time we go slightly more formal and investigate Imperial HQ, Solitude and the Castle Dour Dungeons

[gothmiqote]

aaa instead of your current glamours for xyz classes can i see ur ideal glamours for your mains (like if you could wear any armor you wanted without restrictions) vs the glamours you have on them usually?

i'll do you one better & take you on a wardrobe tour through the expansions uwu

ARR had a cute ponytail moment, & going forward you'll notice she pretty much stays consistent with both the colour palette and cuts of her clothes. she came into this knowing what she liked lmao. there's definitely shorts on under there, how much are they actually covering is very eh, though.

the start of heavensward aka 'everything is bad and nothing will ever be good again.' pretty much spent the entirety of this era looking like this. it's way more toned down/discreet than her typical vibe, partly because of the weather & partly because of the whole regicide accusation thing. best to avoid as much attention as possible, right? (of course, the weather wasn't enough to stop her from getting a small place in the empyreum later on. she finds the city itself pretty comfortable actually.)

dragonsong was where she ended up cutting the now-iconic bangs. a lot of boot-reusing occurs here--again, varha knows what she likes and knows what's comfortable. she's also a bit more climatized here & has gone back to her usual short shorts. turns out, everything could in fact be good again.

stormblood time! longer pants for a more practical look, still a bit (intentionally) lacking in the actual armour department. the leathers held up decently in the fight with zenos though, so that's something. that jacket is completely destroyed now lmao.

shadowbringers brought out the adoption of crystarium trends. it was colder than it looked over there, there was no way she was going to wear anything except a coat of some kind. did that mean we were going to cover the legs? not really; it apparently gives her a "bigger range of motion," if you believe her reasoning.

garlemald's weather was a different story. it is, in fact, stupidly cold up there.

thavnair's conditions were significantly more favourable, clearly. the boots even got shorter here too.

what can be said about sharlayan aside from a resounding 'it was fine'? like, apocalypse-avoiding bullshit politicking aside, it was just okay. she will not be vacationing there any time soon.

& finally, round of applause for everything in space for being the intersection between the best she's ever looked & worst she's ever felt. did she come home after this and collapse into a breakdown? yeah, but at least she looked hot while it happened.

maybe when i've played through 7.0 ill come back and add that to the timeline who knows

[asteriasfallingstarsandtears]

Obviously XIV gives us a point of reference for character clothing through the use of glamours. However, beyond that, how does your character dress? Are their fabrics they prefer (cotton over wool, satin, silk, etc), do they tailor their clothes a certain way or do they tend to dress in certain colours? Is fashion and clothing something they care about, or is it more for function? Do they know how to repair their clothes if they get holes? What about things like shoes and accessories?

Thanks for the question! I love answering stuff like this about Mina and Theia!

General:

It ultimately depends on where she is. She grew up in Garlemald so she is most likely wearing lighter clothing than everyone else weather wise, but she's also rather insistent on wearing some sort of armour where she can.

Cotton wouldn't have been part of her standard clothing before she was twenty, since it is not good for cold weather, wool was probably something she wore often under her armour and jackets.

When she ended up in Eorzea she had the nightmare of adapting to hot and temperate weather and often wore as light clothing as she could safely get away with.

In her adventures she is always wearing some form of light armour, likely leather or cermet plate (this is a real material used in body armour!) once Cid is able to get it imported/recovered, enough to protect her from basic injury but not too heavy she can't move freely.

Places she can't or doesn't need armour:

She does have a soft spot for dresses, they're usually too impractical for her to wear though. The softer the material the happier she is, because she likes to pet it, so velvet and silk are her favourite indulgences that she rarely allows herself to have. Usually these fabrics are saved for state events she's been forced to go to due to Scion business.

Shoes: a good pair of leather boots are her favorite, something made to fit her foot and able to withstand a lot of travel and be comfortable. If it has a sole that is grippy for uneven terrain and support for her ankles, she's pretty happy. Think a construction work boot.

Accessories and little things about her:

She always wears a flower clip in her hair, she knows it's impractical, but her hair is one of the few indulgences she lets herself keep.

She also likes braids and plaits and learned how to do them. The gyr abanian plait was her standard hair style up until recently, briefly used Lyse's hair style and settled on Durante's going forward. She also dyes the blond parts of her hair green since arriving in Eorzea, much to a certain character's irritation later.

She always wears a single earring in places where it's warm, she removed them and most jewelry when she journeyed to cold regions such as Coerthas and Garlemald, to prevent frostbite. After Heavensward she wears a ring on her ring finger, the one she would have received from Haurchefant if things had gone differently and a necklace with two small crystals, a dark aspected one from Lahabrea and a ice aspected one from Ysayle. She also has a ring on that necklace after Shadowbringers from Emet-selch, which was something she had made him as Azem.

Can she fix her own clothes? Yes, it may not look fantastic on the inside, but it will be fully functional. She did get better at it from pre-ARR to Endwalker, Tataru got annoyed and sat her down and made her learn proper mending.

Colours: Mostly shades of green where she can. She has a few outfits in blue and reds, but she primarily wears green where she can. Tataru once again said she couldn't have every item be green and started making her wear other colours.

[viaetor]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒?

please repost, don’t reblog ! bold what always apply to your muse / italicize what applies only sometimes, depending upon verse .

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𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑬. laughter-loving,   sweet smiles,    dressed in silk and satin,    flower in their hair,    sees the world as a runway,    unapologetically sexual,    the sea washing their ankles,    in love with love,    stirrer of passion,   cunning concealed by painted lips,    secret daggers,    doves,    revolution in their kiss,    delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks,   strolling along the beach,  staring wistfully from a balcony,  this is how to be a heartbreaker,   wants to be adored,    gets turned on by danger.

𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶.    glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺.   armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑺.     keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colours, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹.   soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑺𝑼𝑺.   drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

𝑯𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑺. the calloused hands of someone who knows labour, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑨.  resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑺.    devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑵.      storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

𝒁𝑬𝑼𝑺.    thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule.

[anodetomotion]

Alexander McQueen Ready-To-Wear Spring Summer 2024

08/10/23 written by Rachel for An Ode To Motion

Sarah Burton’s final show for Alexander McQueen was a love letter to the power of women. Inspired by the female anatomy, this homage to strength in the feminine featured strong silhouettes with exceptional tailoring - something Sarah has perfected in her 26 years working at McQueen and 13 years as Creative Director. 

Kaia Gerber opens the show dressed with an impeccably tailored suit dress with a cutout on her chest and boning to create a bold and exaggerated feminine shape. Gold subsequently seeps into the collection. A golden maxi skirt sewn with layers of glistening thread of the corresponding shade sits below a leather top, like armour for the female form. Suits with slashes of red thread are sewn onto the garments to look like paint splattered on the centre, while also bleeding off the canvas with red fringe.

The colour red is reminiscent of blood as we are exposed to the feminine form from the inside out. As the collection continues, suits with the identic chest cutouts is ringed with gold embellishments - as if something magical is seeping out of the divine. Then, we have a woman exposed. Out walks an incredible beige maxi dress with red embroidery revealing a romantacised version of the woman’s anatomy. With its fringe detailing, its almost as if blood itself is pouring out revealing truly what’s inside. 

Each model walks tall - complimented with colours that represent power, abundance and glamour (black, red, gold and silver). Each piece felt like a total showstopper. Then, stripped and exposed, we are presented with a white skeletal structure in the form of knitwear. Even stripped to their bones, the female is strong and powerful. This was my favourite look of the collection.

The garments in this collection perfectly complimented the female form; draping, creating shape or emphasising shape, and seamlessly pursuing movement with the body. Power shoulders were also present, whether it be strong and sharp or round and oversized. Flower motifs continued throughout the collection. A soft pink maxi dress flows soft with impeccable drape, and then, out appears another in the in the colour of blood. Although soft and flowy, the image of strength still stands. Women are strong and powerful in their softness and beauty.

Then, lastly steps out Naomi - a silver rose in full armour. She is powerful in her form. A single tear falls to send off Sarah. The clothes were impeccable in this collection. You would feel nothing but power and strength in every garment. The song Heroes by David Bowie closed the show, an emotion farewell for Sarah as we close this chapter for Alexander McQueen. I will deeply miss her creativity, but can’t wait to see what’s next.

[iamnot-theboynextdoor]

okay but props to neil gaiman, miranda richardson and the costume, hair and make-up teams for creating two very distinct characters!

i love that madam tracy and shax look and sound SO different, and yet there's one thing they have in common: they're both huge fashionistas who always dress for the job they have. and underneath that layer, they're total opposites again. here's why:

the first time we see madam tracy, she's got these long girlish lashes and very pale shades of eyeshadow/lipstick on for her Intimate Relaxation gig. her eyes look so *round*. she's got her light curly blonde wig in an up-do, and her baby pink sheer negligee and sheer dressing gown (which is apparently called a peignoir- so fancy!) and it's all perfect for someone trying very hard to Be The Fantasy (read: look way younger than she is).

and for her Spirit Summoning gig, she's got much heavier lashes and darker lipstick, but her eyes are still the focus. they're shaped *less* round, but still *round*. her wig's coppery red, eye-catching, styled much shorter but very neat. she's wearing a long, flowy top in jewel tones - paired with the heavy lashes, you take a mere glance at her and go "ah, yes, fortune teller".

and when madam tracy dresses down for her lunch with and proposal to shadwell, her make-up is very light. she doesn't have *big* fake lashes on, but you can still see her coat of mascara. as marjorie, she looks like she's *really* trying to show shadwell that she's just a Normal Person too- not a Jezebel or an Occultist. but she's not wearing *no* make-up - marjorie's still going for a very feminine and pretty look. she's still wearing a bottle blonde wig, but it's down and tidy and not super styled like her other wigs, it looks simple, like she only ran a brush through it. her clothes are plain and comfortable looking - the thought i keep having for this look is it's very English Mum. it's just as curated as her other, way more ostentatious looks.

madam tracy dresses for the jobs she has, marjorie dresses for the life she wants. (she would be a fucking great LARPer. i'm just saying.)

conversely, the first time we see shax in her Undercover-As-Human look, her eyelashes are barely noticeable and the focus is on that heavy, perfectly straight winged eyeliner that could cut a bitch! it makes her eyes look small, narrow, *sharp*. her lipstick's colour-coordinated to her incredibly elegant outfit- this is a demon who went earthside for the first time and decided to fucking serve!

shax is going for glamour, mystery, slightly intimidating, and perfectly put-together... to compensate for the fact that she's a little bit lost in her new role. ("was it always this easy?") it looks like shax worked So Hard on this Human Disguise, only to make it topside and discover her job is mostly superfluous. she's still learning the ropes ("either make a phone call or appear mysteriously, don't do both") and under her mature look and low-profile, quiet voice, there's still a degree of naivety ("are you making fun of me?" "would you know if i was?").

(she doesn't have the winged eyeliner on in her battle outfit, but she also doesn't look Fucking Gross like the other demons. she went to all the effort to put badass Hell armour on, but her face is pristine.

maybe as the Earth Operative she's expected/allowed/tolerated to not look Fucking Gross - crowley never looked Fucking Gross (in a demonic way; period-accurate facial hairstyles aside, i say lovingly) and i think he would refuse to look more demon-y if told to - he's got the eyes and the tattoo, what more would you want? i don't know yet if shax Secretly Enjoys looking nice and clean for once, or she's just very dedicated to dressing professionally.)

it's all the perfect accent to miranda's brilliant acting. Madam Tracy The Sex Worker has this light, airy, faux-innocence voice (unless she's discussing details up-front- she drops the babygirl voice when telling newt it'll take her a while to squeeze into the leather pinny). Madam Tracy The Veil Parter is low-key and Fake Dramatic; she does her Little Colleen O'Leary bit and a terrible cold read- and then miranda goes absolutely hogwild and Real Dramatic as aziraphale (and then ron) possess madam tracy. and i could write a whole separate post on miranda-as-aziraphale (it's michael in the ADR booth, of course, but he has to match her performance and mouth movements). and as marjorie, while her Normal Person Outfit is so deliberate, she's not putting on a voice. she's relaxed, generous, making plans, and going after what she really wants (nothing like the world almost ending to give her some perspective!), and she's doing it as *herself*.

all of tracy/marjorie's voices (even when she speaks as herself) have this sort of breezy, upper register tone to them. but as shax, miranda drops the pitch of her voice right down. shax does not airily dance around vocally; shax sounds very mature (to match her outfit!). she's not monotone, though, just subdued and subtle. she knows crowley is persona non grata, but brings him his mail, feeds him information, hoping for some reciprocity (train me how to be an Earth Operative, maybe take on some of my assignments under the table, "hell doesn't care *how* it gets done", we could have our own Secret Arrangement *crowley is blatantly ignoring her, Arrangements are for his angel only*); even after a few years of trying to convince crowley, she hasn't seemed to notice that he's Not Interested.

madam tracy tries to sound young, innocent, entertaining, and heightened; but underneath it all, is quite sensible, knows she's Of Retirement Age, and is ready for it. she's done pretending to be ditzy; it's very emotionally mature of her. yay, character development!

and shax is the opposite; she tries to sound mature, knowledgeable, competant, and cool. but underneath it all, she's very much The Oblivious New Guy At Work. she doesn't get why it's redundant to have a face-to-face and phone conversation with the same person at the same time. she doesn't understand crowley's sarcasm, or pick up on him not caring to help her with her work (he'll gladly hear whatever information she's freely offering, though. shax, this is not an exchange, you are not slowly wheedling him into a business partnership, you are just doing favours for the *persona non grata*- which is quite nice of you, actually!)

[whistleswings]

💖 certified charming 💖

inspired by @yaniir and their super cool class shirt designs!

as usual i got carried away with adding in other things (i like adding in personal little details to lots of things from my DnD character’s adventures). Iris is my variant human bard from Waterdeep Dragon Heist/ Dungeon of the Mad Mage.

so ~details~

dread helm - Iris picked this up in Mad Mage and immediately put it on and used her glamoured leather armour to match her outfit to it. I turned it into a head band type thing here because i wanted to draw her face.

Bi flag colours streaked in her hair but more in line with the overall colour scheme - happy pride!

Maestro tattoo - she’s a bard and this is also a reference to Jarlaxle’s known nickname? from Drizzt novels and the WDH chapter “Maestro’s Fall”, i attempted to find a font that matched the style of his handwriting.

choker/jacket style - bit of a nod to Käärijä because FINLAND WAS ROBBED AT EUROVISION. PLAY CHA CHA CHA.

“metal lute” - she looted this from the “mad max” level in the Undermountain, so when i had inspiration to draw her in the shirt design it was an excuse to add the guitar in and draw rock star AU Iris.

belt buckle - Jarlaxle’s belt buckle from his WDH outfit.

belt chain charms - love heart from two bass clefs together (hard to see), Goddess Mystra’s eight pointed star, Goddess Liira’s pyramid of six pointed stars, the Amcathra (Waterdhavian Noblity) house symbol brooch Iris got from her mother, some music notes for fun, a J (again for Jarlaxle, based off a necklace i’ve drawn on him in previous art), and a miniature of her magic, sentient, emerald sword Tearulai that she found in the Undermountain (Tearulai is vain and craves jewels so they get along very very well).

anyway i super love the class shirt designs Yaniir did and can’t wait to order some for myself to wear to DnD, might also draw my wizard in one next 🌙

that’s it! enjoy 🤗

[heroftruth]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒?

please repost, don’t reblog !bold what always apply to your muse / italicize what applies only sometimes, depending upon verse.

𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑬. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑺. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colours, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑺𝑼𝑺. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

𝑯𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑺. the calloused hands of someone who knows labour, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑨. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑺. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑵. storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

𝒁𝑬𝑼𝑺. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule.

[unintentional-edgelord]

A quick (not-so) little post to sort of show off, explain lore, and slightly contrast some designs for the Devil and Maiden story.

So we got the previously introduced minor antagonist, Jasper Rodriguez with the purple/brown hair - and the male protagonist, Markus Marken, with the wavy hair. These two were like brothers before they got split up to go into the human world ("The Corporeal Plane") and the experience served to change them and their friendship forevermore.

More story info under the cut!

These two are both Incubi, male-presenting demons who feed off strong emotions and are released into the Corporeal Plane to gather souls and sow the sin of lust, but (theoretically) are unable to feel love and compassion for themselves.

All Incubi have the ability to masquerade as human, though how good at it they are depends on their control of their own emotions. Pictured here, rough designs of their "real" selves (prior to me changing the designs of their horns):

As I've noted here, Jasper is actually taller and leaner than Markus. Their armour should be a deeper red but I don't quite have the pencil and that paper couldn't take that much punishment.

Masquerading as a human makes them slightly shorter, dulls down their eye and hair colour, plus hides their fangs, horns and other markings. Jasper prefers to wear bright greens and golds when in human form and has much better control over his emotions, so his eyes appear a more natural honey brown colour. Markus on the other hand is just passable; deep brown - borderline red - eyes, and warm reds and black clothes to match.

Plus a better comparison:

The thing is, when glamoured in human form, the younger Incubi still have some "tells" that aren't too noticeable unless you look for them. Feeling more strongly than they're supposed to can result in an Incubus slipping up and losing control of their glamour, resulting in teeth returning to fangs, glimpses of the tail and horns (and wings in worst cases). But the biggest tell is still their eyes. Not just because of the colour changes, but that dark, eyeliner-esque marking around the eyes of almost all glamoured Incubi is a trace of their true form impossible to get rid of, and staring into them for too long is likely to put you under a spell, make you pliable to suggestion, and have you thinking of things involving a bedroom (unless the Incubus is trying purposefully to cancel out the effect). Alcohol both helps and hinders the glamour; it makes people more susceptible to magic and suggestion thus luring you into the idea that nothing is wrong, but can also be enough of a relaxant that the brain is no longer consciously working to process the glamour and it can be seen through, instead.

Here is where I feel like Jasper and Markus are similar but contrast; whilst they've both got the "same" eyes as previously mentioned in that comic I put up (because everyone thinks they use a boatload of eyeliner), Jasper's eyes are not often his focal point due to their colour. He's a smooth talker, so the focus when I draw him is normally on his mouth and nailing that. In contrast, when I draw Markus, though I feel like if I don't get his smile right when I draw him the drawing isn't 100% correct, the focal point is always his eyes, because he's a lot more expressive and emotional than he thinks he is capable of.

And finally, what happens when Jasper realises the extent of how Markus has changed in the human world:

He doesn't take it well.

(wow, a LOT of faces in this post!)

[vohunara]

:: ⨇ // ㅤㅤㅤ𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒? 

Please, repost, don’t reblog! Bold what always apply to your muse / italicize what applies only sometimes, depending upon verse.

TAGGED BY: @viaetor  MWA. TAGGING: @ccaptain / @aaleaqlania​, democracy dies with me

𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑬. laughter-loving,   sweet smiles,    dressed in silk and satin,    flower in their hair,    sees the world as a runway,    unapologetically sexual,    the sea washing their ankles,    in love with love,    stirrer of passion,   cunning concealed by painted lips,    secret daggers,    doves,    revolution in their kiss,    delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks,   strolling along the beach,  staring wistfully from a balcony,  this is how to be a heartbreaker,   wants to be adored,    gets turned on by danger.

𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶.    glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺.   armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑺.     keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colours, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹.   soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑺𝑼𝑺.   drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

𝑯𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑺. the calloused hands of someone who knows labour, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑨.  resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑺.    devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑵.      storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

𝒁𝑬𝑼𝑺.    thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule.

[wehavefoundthestars]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

APHRODITE //    laughter-loving. sweet smiles.   dressed in silk and satin.   flower in their hair.  sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual.  the sea washing their ankles.   in love with love.   stirrer of passion.    cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers.   doves.  revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach.  staring wistfully from a balcony.  this is how to be a heartbreaker.  wants to be adored.  gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO //           glitz and glamour. art galleries.  turning the volume up.   being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets.   notebooks filled with poetry.   bathing in the sunlight.   the powerful urge to create.  collecting vinyl records.   beautiful cover of wonderwall.   playing multiple instruments.   tasting like sunshine. healing touch.   speaking in prophecies.   smile mingled with wrath.  shunning lies.   sporting shades.  hanging out at music festivals with their friends.   sleeps naked.   arrow to the heart.   paint brushes.  probably has a tinder account.

ARES // armed for battle.   wants to raise a dog with their significant other.   soft spot for children.  gives piggyback rides.  scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice.   warm hugs.  well worn combat boots.  boxing gloves.  bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles.   fist raised in protest.   ignites revolutions. fear is a prison.  more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted.   damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses.  curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS //              keen sense of a hunter.  freckles like constellations on their skin.  piercing eyes. disheveled braid.   moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night.  lying on the grass and staring at the stars.  mother doe and her fawn.   protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake.  quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves.   bonding while circled around a campfire.   not being much of a people person.   arrow hitting a target.  popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA //           discerning gaze.   unreadable face.   quiet museums.   owl perched on their finger.  armour that intimidates.   eye for architecture.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses.   studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid.  big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings.  sweaters in neutrals and cool colours.   hair done up.   can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research.  sharpened pencils.  abs that can cut steel.  stoic statues.  pottery classes.

DEMETER //                  soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers.   skin loved by the sun.   being the mom friend.   can lift you and your friends.   flowers kept in the pockets of overalls.   takes pride in their beautiful garden.   speaks to their plants.  leaves rustling in the wind.   stalks of wheat.   picking fruit.   greenhouses.  heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity.   daisies dotted across a collarbone.  curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues.   pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS //                     drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second.  seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin.   sleek furred panthers.   theatre masks.  stage productions.   receiving a standing ovation.  rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch.   wild parties that last from sundown to sunup.  creeping vines. inspiring loyalty.  grand opera houses.  masquerade balls. rolls of film.   shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes.   lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS //                             the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow.   flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders.   steampunk goggles.   nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes.  ashes.  striking a match.   blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness.   work boots have seen better years.   wrinkled plaid shirts.   iron melted in blazing fire.   huge jackets.  crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls.   fascination with robotics.   pain is fuel.   stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA //             resting bitch face. dressed to the nines.   cows grazing on a pasture.  cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls.   large chandelier with glittering crystals.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims.   romance to realism.   pictures of the sky while flying on a plane.   files that under fuck it.   downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix.   like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man.  dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES //           devil - may - care smile. always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries.  does it for the vine.   shitposter.   puts googly eyes on everything.  meme hoarder.   long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners.  spontaneous road trips.   folded maps.   fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court.   chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning.  mixes redbull with coffee.   menace on april fool’s.   hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON //                     storm with skin.   colorful coral reefs.  waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop.  tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint.   owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more.   leather jackets.  fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin.   a velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea.   the roar of a motorcycle.  compass with a spinning arrow.

HADES //           walking home alone in the early morning.  back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard.  crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass.   untended dead flowers.  the black sheep of the family.   black coffee.  money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties.   blood on your shirt collar.   dust illuminated by sunlight.   classical music.   dogs are better than people.   quiet wrath  .  shady business deals. taking what you are owed.   paint it black.  seasonal affective disorder.  popping the suit collar.   grey rain on a cityscape.

ZEUS //              thunder in their heart. running on coffee.  a flash of lightning.  unnatural charisma. eloquence.   badass in a nice suit.   an aficionado of history.  a force of nature. lenny’s face.  nightmare - filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings.  planes soaring through a cloudless sky.   technician on the piano.   maintains order.  strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

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tagging: you who's reading this!

[wastheheart]

Godly Parents

Child of Aphrodite

Hello dove, you look lovely today. Is that what you wanted to hear? To say the stars shone like constellations in your eyes, that your hair falls like the sun on golden grain; when you move it is like sea foam, grace and strength. I'm sure you wanted to hear something of the sort, and who's lips are better to spill such saccharine comparisons then the goddess of beauty herself? but pet that isn't all I am.

You are obsessed with perfection, aren't you? when I claimed you as my own perhaps you were surprised, expecting Athena to have been your mother. The perfection you crave is not wisdom, it is acceptance, or perhaps it isn't. You're used to being overlooked, of being small and easily swallowed. So, you grew and shifted. Like a snake writhing out of her own skin, you changed. You shone brighter, shifted shapes— glamour is powerful, darling, You use it well; charm and wit are sides of the same coin. You are clever, remarkably so, but you still seek to be seen entirely.

Does it revolt you that much when you look in the reflections of water, of mirrors? Do you wish to kill your past so brutally you never see the eyes of your younger self in them ever again? You don a new face, a new power, but they're illusions... or they feel like it. You feel unwanted. You want to be heard, to be respected, to be adored. Perhaps you simply want to love yourself, but when will you learn that you cannot be yourself if you are still afraid to take up space and have flaws. Let your footsteps ring loud, let yourself be, let yourself be loud and unapologetic! No child of mine is ashamed of themselves, no matter what.

I am a goddess of war too, you know. my wrath makes Ares' shy in comparison, trust I am here when you need it. But love, you cannot reach perfection, and I understand it is a hard thing to swallow down, to accept. Those who truly matter will see the lines under your eyes, the chips in your armour, the dips and creases in your skin, the tangles in your hair, that is natural. Those who truly matter will not care, and those who are worth it will love those imperfections as I do.

Stop, let yourself be. stop trying to bleed yourself dry of your colour and flaws. Please, if you do not fit into this society mortals have created, create your own— you're a child of mine, act like it. You're alright, you're lovely, you're powerful. Never dim yourself for anyone. If your fire burns them, they were meant to be burned. Now, shine, rage; turn this earth upside down. Love yourself, or for now, accept. You do not have to keep bettering yourself. Let yourself find pleasure and peace, you are worth it.

[ladymccarthy]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

APHRODITE.  laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO.     glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organised music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS.    keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA.   discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armour that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER.     soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek-furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS.  the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA.     resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES.     devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers. 

POSEIDON.     storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

HADES.     walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape. 

ZEUS.     thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

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[listenermage]

While she's always about the nice dresses and fancy gowns for days in the court, she also has two other signature sets of armour. The first is the standard Dark Brotherhood armour, complete with cowl to cover face to conceal identity and the second is a light Deadric set with its own cowl which she uses specifically to protect herself when riding on the back of Tryggvi, not that it happens often.

When at the farm, she also dials back the glamour and wears more comfortable, earthy coloured dresses and happily adorns dirty boots and gloves to actively play a part in tending to the fields.