#lizard pendants

[lenacohenjewellery]

An exquisite piece of fine handcrafted jewellery, the salamander lizard pendant is fashioned from 18k solid yellow or white gold. Incrusted with a marquise-cut natural white diamond, this luxury pendant exudes elegance and meticulous craftsmanship. The intricate design captures the graceful and fluid movement of a salamander, symbolizing transformation and adaptability. Can be complemented by a delicate micro-ball chain , meticulously crafted to ensure both durability and elegance. The chain includes a connector, offering an adjustable length that can be shortened by 5 cm (1.9 in), providing versatility for different styles and occasions. The interplay between the lustrous gold and the sparkling diamond creates a timeless piece that can effortlessly transition from day to night, adding a touch of sophistication to any ensemble 🦎💎

LENACOHEN.CO.UK

[arthistoryanimalia]

Topping off #InternationalChameleonDay with this collection of pâte de verre glass chameleons by Amalric Walter (French, 1870-1959) & Henri Bergé (French, 1870-1937), all c.1920:

1. paperweight H8.5cm

2. tray (vide-poche) H8.5 x L15 x P11.2 cm

3. tray (vide-poche) L25.5cm

4. pendant 60x60mm

"This French pate-de-verre (glass paste) pendant is a rare survivor of 'artistic' jewellery of the 1920s. It was made by Amalric Walter to designs of his friend Henri Berge at their glass studio in Nancy, Lorraine, which produced decorative glass objects for discerning clients between 1919 and 1935. Walter and Berge excelled at using the complex technique of pate-de-verre casting, which they perfected while working at the Daum glassworks before the first World War. They pressed layers of coloured glass granules into wax moulds before firing them the kiln. The technique offered endless colour combinations and Walter experimented with the chemicals used to colour the glass, even using uranium to achieve the bright yellow seen in this pendant. Their products varied in price and complexity and while they were often replicated in series, each piece was hand finished and unique with subtle design and surface variations. A distinctive characteristic was the use of naturalistic motifs which were becoming simpler as the modern Art Deco style began replacing Art Nouveau in the 1920s. Issued alongside chameleon paperweights and bowls, this pendant is an example of this stylistic transition. When sold new, it was probably suspended on long silk cords to complement fashionable Jazz-era dresses. Some of these pendants however, might have never been worn as they were also admired as art pieces and displayed in the home."

[info via Powerhouse Collection]

[sleepy-princess-craftery]

everything has price tags and my display boards are ready! december 15th at the lynnwood event center!

[lizard-dumbass]

my grucifix rosary fucking broke AGAIN

[ifearzombies]

What You Wear

Little things I headcanon MC wears on their RAD uniform to keep the people they love close during the day.

From Lucifer:

A small brooch of a peacock feather on your RAD jacket. It’s a beautiful golden feather with multi-colored gems to detail the colours. You love how it accents your uniform and makes you feel slightly more regal.

From Mammon:

You have not just the chocolate lizard keychain, but there’s one of a bird on your RAD uniform belt. It’s not really gold, and the gem eyes are just crystals, but the bird sits on your waist everyday and you fiddle with it when you miss your first man.

From Leviathan:

You have a small goldfish pendant. The chain is a snake-chain design and the pendant is made of acrylic to make it look real. On the back it reads ‘To my Henry’. You can’t help but occasionally kiss it when you pass Levi in the halls to make him blush.

From Satan:

A small golden ring with cats carved into it sits on your middle left finger (with Satan’s instructions to show Lucifer just the one finger to show it off). The cats have emerald eyes to match Satan’s and you fiddle with it when you’re in class together and watch him perform his spells.

From Asmodeus:

A jangly charm bracelet with little chibis of him sits on your right wrist. He wants you to remember his beauty when you’re separated and this was the perfect way for you to look at him when you’re apart.

From Beelzebub:

He gave you a fitbit that you wear on your left wrist so that you can keep track of your health. Humans have short life spans, so he wants you to stay healthy so you can have as much time together as possible. Plus he likes to compete with you slightly over who has more steps per day. He always wins, but you can’t help but keep ‘competing’ to see his overjoyed smile.

From Belphegor:

You have a ring on middle right finger with Belphie’s bear emblem on it, the stones amethyst and diamonds to show his colours. He smiles when he sees the ring on your hand and is sure to comment on it. You ruffle his hair in return.

From Solomon:

You have fire topaz earring studs from the magician. They’re enchanted to boost your magic abilities during exams that involve magic since your powers (without boost) is weak in comparison to him. He smiles whenever he sees you wear them outside of RAD.

From Simeon:

On another belt loop you have a couple of the diamond shaped gold plates that came from Simeon’s angelic clothing. He got the ones he removed replaced, but he wanted you to have the originals so that he’d always be with you- like a guardian angel.

From Luke:

Your feet never get tired from walking around RAD all day because Luke gave you several pairs of socks from the Celestial Realm that make it feel like you’re walking on clouds. You thank the little angel every chance you get because you walk EVERYWHERE in the Devildom. The socks have been your biggest lifesaver.

From Barbatos:

In the breast pocket of your RAD uniform is the most exquisite pocket watch with the emblem for RAD on it’s cover and on the back, Barbatos’ demon symbol. You’re an example. And should always be on time and presentable, in his opinion. Whenever you’re caught using it, Barbatos gives a nod of approval and smiles.

From Diavolo:

In another pocket of your uniform is a glasses case with Diavolo’s symbol on it. The glasses are enchanted to translate demonic texts to a language you understand as when you first arrived, you couldn’t understand some of your textbooks. You cherish the glasses. Plus, Diavolo has stated he thinks they look great on you, so you tend to wear them most of the day you’re at RAD.

[vincent-marie]

Okay, I love that this whole thing began cuz some Sinner in Hell couldn't let go of some really stupid & petty fandom drama. (Emberlynn was probably only a high schooler when she was into that "problematic" ship.)

But I also feel like this is an important solo experience for Blitzø in "I need to vet my clients better."

I'm not saying he "deserved" this uncomfortable work experience cuz, much as I love Emberlynn, girl has a huge problem respecting boundaries.

Like, honey, I'd be excited to meet a real flesh-and-blood demon, too, especially if he's a sexy short king of a lizard man. But if he ain't into it he ain't into it.

But even with that in mind, Blitz said it himself:

I'm like, "Hold on. Dude, it's YOUR business. You CAN turn down clients if they're being unreasonable."

Which is why I'm going with the notion that this was a bad business decision on his part.

Again, I'm not trying to blame him for everything here. Blitzø having bad judgement is a part of his character, & it probably would've gone south even if he had M&M in tow.

(Imagine how funny that would've been, her reaction to THREE real demons that her fan merch pendant shields her from.)

But I love that there is a little bit of cartoon karma at work in the tradition of the old Chuck Jones shorts. Daffy Duck got greedy when he saw the gold in the cave, so he's gonna get walloped by the guard.

Not to mention this is also a harsh lesson that a lot of freelancers have to learn, often through experience. If a client or assignment looks suspicious, they probably are. No matter how good the money looks, it's not worth the headache or the mental & emotional burnout.

If nothing else, this is a cartoon comedy scenario that teaches us all a very important lesson:

Don't get involved in fandom drama. Ever.

[ruthlessrps]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐍 (𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. - feel free to make any adjustments as necessary!

"we're under attack!"

"send your troops to protect my people."

"one man could be the difference between victory and defeat."

"the doctor said three cups of tea in the morning and three at night."

"i'm going to... pray some more."

"how lucky can they be? they're dead."

"we're gonna turn this sow's ear into a silk purse."

"you'll bring honour to us all."

"boys will gladly go to war for you."

"boys want girls with good taste."

"an apple for serenity, a pendant for balance, beads of jade for beauty..."

"help me not to make a fool of me."

"reflect before you act. this shall bring you honour and glory."

"you will never bring your family honour."

"i'm not meant to play this part."

"if i were truly to be myself, i would break my family's heart."

"i cannot hide who i am, though i've tried."

"you dishonour me."

"it is an honour to protect my country and my family."

"so you'll die for honour?"

"i will die doing what's right."

"i know my place. it is time you learned yours."

"you should go after her. she could be killed."

"if you're gonna stay, you're gonna work."

"not a lizard. i don't do that tongue thing."

"if i was my real size your cow here would die of fright."

"i'm just nervous. i've never done this before."

"what are you looking at?"

"i'm gonna hit you so hard it'll make your ancestors dizzy."

"i don't need anyone causing trouble in my camp."

"you forgot your sword."

"for what it's worth, i think you're a great captain."

"you like him, don't you?"

"i should have your head for that."

"the local girls thought you were quite the charmer."

"how about a girl who's got a brain, who always speaks her mind?"

"he thinks he's such a ladykiller."

"i have a girl back home who's unlike any other."

"the only girl who'd love him is his mother."

"you just gave away our position!"

"you are the craziest man i've ever met, and for that i owe you my life."

"a life for a life. my debt is repaid."

"i should never have left home."

"at least you had good intentions."

"are we in this together or not?"

"keep your eyes open. i know they're here."

"your walls and armies have fallen."

"bow to me."

"no matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it."

"i've heard a great deal about you."

"you fight good."

"the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all."

"you don't meet a girl like that every dynasty."

"would you like to stay for dinner?"

"would you like to stay forever?"

[dallasgallant]

Dawn goes down- Vamp au lore post

This is organized the best I could think of as it’s more of a universe than a story (there’s so much that could be done with it). I’ve drawn some aspects and others will be more explained. Will treat this like a master post so it will be updated as lore is talked about!

Long post ahead!

If you want to make anything for it (or any of my aus, headcanons etc.) go ahead! Might be my ego talking, but fjdndmdmd

Base story-

The gang are a group of nomadic vampires, they go from town to town feeding, wreaking havoc and moving on before there’s any danger to them. There’s small pockets of fun but it’s a taxing existence… they’re surviving more than they’re living. 1967 they decide to settle in Tulsa for longer than a normal stay, which means more subtlety than their usual chaos and law running.

It’s a rocky start for them as not even the oldest of them has done the “traditional” Dracula method of slow feeding over a period of time off of people. As you can imagine this starts out horribly (imagine two-bit just hanging off your ceiling like a lizard. It went BAD lmao) until Dally found Buck. The two quickly entered an arrangement where Buck finds and sends food the gangs way.

As the gang becomes more settled they get more free time, Pony still loves movies. He and Johnny spend one morning out to late, confused by the darkness of the movie house — run ins with Dawn and the sun aren’t anything new to them. Except this time, Johnny gets burned badly and the two of them have to take refuge under the porch of one Cherry Valance while the gang has no idea where they are.

The vampires-

The term to refer to a group of vampires would be a “Brood” and a more permanent place they’d stay instead of motels and RVs would be a vampire “nest” -> they’ve currently taken up residence in the long abandoned Curtis house.

They’d also never use the term vampire themselves, for multiple reasons, they’d instead say: Wanderers, drifters etc.

Vamprism isn’t easy, in fact it has more constraints than it does freedoms— it seems that way some nights anyway. Darry views it as “just how it is” there’s no way out and you just have to live with it… that’s what he tells Ponyboy anyway. Darry views things as just fine as long as they all stay together. [ au is simultaneously a fun time with vampires while also slightly vampirsm serves as metaphorical towards poverty/being an outsider. ]

The gang has had countless close calls with sunlight, either with shotty sun protection jobs, traveling to long or plain forgetting. Short exposure like this hurts but it won’t scar permanent unless a tad longer/precise or an incident like Dallas and his former St. Christopher.

However, the most important thing when it comes to the gang is that… Johnny Cade is the head vampire. It is a wonderful bit of irony that the short, scared looking Johnny is the most powerful/originator of the bunch. Him being so assuming is actually quite protective of the entire gang, and while he is the head and that earns him a certain respect and attention he isn’t exactly the leader. That role has been given over to Darry similar to canon.

Vampires don’t age… physically or mentally! While there’s room for personal growth, change and wisdom vampires would maintain the hardwiring of their age at the time of their death. While pony is well beyond the age of 14 he still deals with bouts of irrationality/excess angst and confusion someone at the age would have.

The gang-

Johnny: Oldest of the gang and the head vampire. Takes a lower spot out of choice, despite his strength he’s scared and often quite similar to canon. After some talks he and Pony try and only eat “bad people.”

Dally: The first turned by Johnny sometime in the 1870s, he was a member of a Wild West show left for dead by a former partner. Johnny was lonely and saved his life by taking it, unknowingly Dally had on his pendant when turned leaving him scarred. Has an even greater disregard for law than he does in canon and is one of the ones to ‘clean up’ for the gang. Carries a knife and gun.

Pony: Turned second by Johnny, was met further down the line and they became unlikely friends as Pony just thought him to be sick. (Whether their friendship was genuine or through accidental hypnosis is unknown and forgotten). Still a quiet and thoughtful boy though a bit disruptive and quick to anger… he’s been 14 for a long time and that starts to wear on you. Carries a knife.

Two-bit: Third turned, this time by Dally! Met one night at some saloon (remember this is 19th century) and decided to turn him to keep him around. It was a bit of a botch job but it did work, Two isn’t mad about it as he’d probably get caught cheating and die anyway… this is more fun. Also one of the wilder of the gang who ‘cleans up’. Has two guns.

Soda: Turned fourth by Pony, Soda is his favorite person in the world and he wouldn’t live forever without him. It took a lot out of pony to do this and nearly scared Soda into a second death. It took him the longest adjustment period to get used to everything and ok with it. He likes the fun he gets to have and the lack of rules. Carries a gun and a knife.

Steve: Turned fifth by Johnny for soda, who had similar reasons to pony but saw what it took out of him and wasn’t about to risk it. Steve’s the designated driver of the group often whipping the RV or whatever vehicle they find down the highway, wears driving gloves and tinted goggles as they often cut it close with sunrise. Will swap with Dally when he needs a break. Carries a knife.

Darry: Served briefly as a loosely informed daytime protector (human guardian) until it got to risky. Turned sixth by Johnny for Pony, who wasn’t going to have it happen again. While he was turned last he took to it the quickest, whatever it took to keep the brothers together (especially considering the state of late 19th century boy homes). Leads the gang, critical on sticking together, clean up and finding a place to stay. Carries a gun and a knife.

Pony is in a bit of a weird state with it all, he likes the gang and likes his brothers but he hates the way they have to live and how desperate it all is. They’ll be nights where he’s out on his own where he just goes to see movies or read etc instead of taking time to feed… which worries Darry with how he keeps accidentally starving himself. He’ll either end up feeding him or bringing a cup or two. Since settling down things have gotten slightly better.

Humans -

Cherry : she’s relatively the same to how she is in canon apart from having vampires take temporary refuge under her front porch. Will they be gone before she discovers them?

Buck: While he was fed off once, he’s not a ‘thrall’/protector in a traditional sense though the gang will call him ‘Renfield’ as a joke. He’s under no spell (but thinks he is) they’re just friends, he sends unruly customers, cops and competition their way occasionally as long as they bring no buzz his way.

Sandy: Soda’s past sweetheart when he was alive who he had to leave behind. She was never fully aware what happened, just that his little brother got sick and not long after all three of them disappeared. Since the brothers were turned the latest, there’s a possibility of her still being alive but extremely old.

Bob and Randy: Like Cherry they’re relatively the same to their canon selves. Randy is more observant of illness and disappearances in town and Bob has horror movies on the brain, he’d never suggest vampires — lest he be seen of as insane but he has thought about it. (Unlike cherry there’s not a lot of direct involvement)

[guardevoir]

So!

Arts and crafts convention!

I got dragged to one on very short notice because a friend I hadn't seen in forever suggested I take a quick little day trip to visit her and look at the spinning guild's con booth while I'm at it, and despite being notoriously bad with short-notice plans, I actually fucking got over myself for once!

It was fun! Even if I apparently remain completely incapable of dealing with crowds.

I found myself one of those little 3D-printed articulated dragons/lizards I've wanted since forever, got some assorted bits 'n bobs (like a cheesy metal raven skull pendant that'll go great with my vulture LARP character), and also got to hang out with the spinning folks for a bit.

Tried out a Kromski Fantasia (surprisingly pretty irl, and also a surprisingly nice, agile-feeling wheel for a double-treadle*, but ngl I'm still happy I went with my Kiwi, even if I still think it's comparatively really ugly. Turns out the upside of the rough-hewn boxy IKEA look is that it's incredibly fucking stable and has zero wobbling anywhere compared to the Fantasia or my vintage wheel), tried out one of the Ashford top-whorl spindles (they don't feel as heavy in person as you'd expect them to and I liked them a surprising amount (they are speedy!), but at the end of the day I find bottom-whorl spindles more comfortable to use)

Here's my tiny skein of very badly chain-plied yarn from that spindle:

(I promise I know how to chain ply better than that (vaguely), but between the sensory overload and the unfamiliar equipment, I'm glad I got a yarn out of it at all)

And they also let me take one of their "blended by random booth visitors" rolags!

This is very likely to turn into pure mud, but I was intensely intrigued by the mystery of it all.

*I'm sorry, I know people like their double treadles, but I just hate how they feel. If there had been a good, foldable budget option with one normal-width goddamn treadle I would have gone for that one immediately.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Hear me out. Mammon steals from MC to replace things with his own. MC gets a hoodie from Beel? Oh looks like it got lost in the wash but don't worry babe Mammon has one that you can borrow! Asmo got formal wear from one of his sponsors and gave it to MC? Nah nah MC you need something tailored to your taste like this! ....Mammon just conveniently has a matching suit to pair with it. He can hide that poor offering from Asmo deep in the closet.

Sorry to say this anon, like I get the sentiment, but it ain't cute.

Taking gifts someone's been given and replacing it with things you got them is still very Yikes™

It's also very underhanded/conniving/manipulative and those things won't allow you to be on equal ground in that relationship.

a.) Mammon can be underhanded, conniving & manipulative when he's running schemes & such but he's also a character who, when around the people he loves, wears his heart on his sleeve and expects everyone to do the same. To the point that in S2 when describing what each of the brothers are like MC says Mammon is "genuine and innocent"

b.) In Mammon's devilgram, Mammon the Butler he says he wants MC & him to be equals in their relationship

And of course, the most important part:

It's still MC's stuff at that point - things that'd have sentimental value to them and like I said in the previous post Mammon canonically does not steal from MC

In this post, I talked about how even though Mammon is possessive he's very respectful of the decisions MC makes regarding the others and their love - he may complain but he won't push.

The literal opposite of anon's headcanon is also true to canon:

a.) In Lucifer's 2020 Birthday event he and MC get matching necklaces/pendants

b.) In Lucifer's 2021 Birthday event Lucifer loses his necklace. Mammon spends time finding it, finds it with Cerberus and despite being scared of Cerberus and despite Cerberus reacting badly to anyone who's not Lucifer, Mammon goes through all the trouble to get it back

Also just because a person has matching things with someone else it doesn't diminish the fact that they also have matching things with you. Which is also part of canon;

a.) In S1, Mammon wants to get matching chocolate lizard keychains with MC but Satan & Lucifer also end up getting the same keychains which upsets Mammon. But in S2 it's revealed that Mammon's own chocolate lizard keychain is one of his favourite possessions because MC has one that matches it, even though Lucifer and Satan also have ones that match them.

Like with a lot of his personality traits, Mammon also seems to exaggerate just how possessive he is by being loud about it. Because:

a.) In Lucifer's You, Me and Devil's Coast Devilgram Mammon sets up a date for Lucifer and MC when tells him they want Lucifer to have fun too.

b.) In S2, Mammon hints at wanting to go to the dance with MC but doesn't ask. If they pretend they don't know what he's talking about he complains a bit but doesn't tell them and doesn't even ask them to the dance.

c.) In S2, if MC kisses Lucifer on the ferris wheel Mammon sees this and is upset but doesn't say a word.

[girldragongizzard]

Chapter 16: Finding my voice

The clothes are obviously Chapman’s, and I’m made to fit them.

The central piece of the ensemble is a TARDIS dress. Probably because it’s blue.

There’s also a pair of sunset orange ballet flats with orange supportive insoles in them. A pair of gloves, a purse, and a pair of sunglasses, all of the same color.

The purse is bigger, and in better shape, and with a longer strap, than the purse I’ve been using. So I happily transfer everything over to that. And that’s really super easy with my new sofa-primate hands.

There’s a simple makeup kit in the purse, including a mirror, that I’m entirely too afraid to use.

I’ll catch a glimpse of myself in a window or a bathroom mirror eventually, but I don’t need that now, and I don’t know a thing about makeup. A lot of women locally don’t wear much of it, if any at all, anyway. I’ll blend in just fine without it.

Except that I’m wearing these clothes, and they are telegraphing who I am to anybody who might suspect I’m wearing a pendant that can do this in the first place.

There are panties that are the same blue as the dress.

No bra. The dress has a shelf bra, and what I’ve got on my chest probably doesn’t even need that. I’ve still got them, though. Definitely bigger than I’ve ever had before.

A lot of women around here don’t wear bras either. So, again, not a huge deal. And one less thing to delay my exit from the parking garage.

When I’m all dressed, the pendant hangs all the way down to the bottom of my sternum, under my dress, completely hidden by it and its high neckline.

In a pinch, though, I can still grab it with both hands and haul it right over my head and out of my dress. But if I do that, the dress won’t survive. Nor will the shoes or gloves. Or panties.

There are a lot of reasons I don’t like this, now that I’m doing it, and I want to take the pendant off now. However, that would shunt me over to escape plan B, and that might result in more of last night’s kind of bologna, actually.

But I look like I’m going to a science fiction convention.

—

As I stick my nose out through the crack in the door of the stairwell, I smell, hear, and see a police car roll by and head for the ramp up. They obviously didn’t see me even crack the door, but I let myself be convinced that my disguise is already working, and lick my lips before opening the door more fully.

Another police car swerves and pulls to a halt in front of me as I step out of the door, and I make startled eye contact with the driver.

He pulls his microphone from his dash and puts it to his mouth, to say, amplified and way too loud, echoing throughout the complex, “Ma’am. Please vacate the premises immediately for your safety. There is a dangerous reptile wandering the parking garage.

I still don’t see animal control anywhere.

I nod, and wave, and stumble out, around and past the car to the sidewalk.

I hope they don’t hurt that poor lizard.

Fortunately, I happen to know that she’s making a cunning getaway. But, they might yet track her down, I suppose.

What if they have a wizard on their staff?

—

The door of the coffee shop opens, setting off the chime to let everyone know that the first customer of the day has entered.

Well, no. Chapman and Rhoda are already there, in the back of the main room, waiting for me.

Jill and Cerce, who open on Saturdays, have been told what to expect, but Cerce gawks from behind the counter as Jill steps out to get a good look at me and then at Chapman and back again.

I understand we don’t look exactly alike, though I couldn’t tell from memory when I had taken a peek at myself in a shop window. But, it does look like our bodies were stamped out of the same base mold.

There are some differences.

My boobs are bigger.

My hair is dark brown and not cut in a side shave, and it falls to my shoulders. It has a slight wave to it.

Chapman had said sie had based my facial features on hir favorite autistic comedian from Australia, mixing them with hir own. And the result is that we could be siblings, cousins, or painfully gay partners, depending on if the beholder has prosopagnosia like me or not. And I’m honestly fine with any of those assumptions. I feel like I’d have fun playing each of them up. If I could focus on socializing as if I’m human.

Jill stops in front of me and asks, “Meghan. You look stunning. And stunned. Are you all right?”

I open my mouth and I squeak.

Jill blinks.

See, there’s a bit of a problem.

I hold up a finger. Straight up. It surprises me and I look at it in wonder for a second, then I glance at Jill, and then Cerce. And then I reach into my new purse with both hands and pull out my enchanted tablet.

I almost go to put it on the ground in front of me, but stop myself from bending over more than a couple degrees and make a coughing noise. Then I rub my nose and straighten up and deliberately hold the tablet in front of me.

At which point I reach with one of my hands and turn it on.

Holding it with one hand directly in front of my face at half an arm’s length out, I press on the screen with the knuckle of my other hand.

This feels so freaking awkward and weird.

But soon the AAC app is open and I can talk again. So I say, in my own now familiar voice, that of the tablet, “Can’t talk.”

“What? I don’t understand!” Jill exclaims. Then looks questioningly at Chapman.

Cerce utters, “Oh.”

And Chapman nods at her and then says, “She has a larynx now, Jill. Not only does she not know how to use it, but I imagine it feels really weird when she tries.”

I nod vigorously.

“But didn’t she have one before?” Jill asks.

“I don’t know,” Chapman says. “I never got to study a dragon before the metamorphosis. No one did. We didn’t know who they were. But if I had a guess, I’d say she did, but she lost all memory of how to use it when that old disguise was discarded.”

Jill half points at me and asks, “And how did you say she got this way again?”

“I very pointedly didn’t,” Chapman replies. “And I won’t.”

Jill squints at me and examines me further and says, “I do feel like I recognize her, even though she’s never looked like this. Just like the first time she changed. Will all the other dragons be able to do this?”

“Probably not. Or, if so, one at a time.”

“So weird. And so cool, and,” she looks at me in the face. “Are you really OK with this?”

I shake my head, making sure that she and Cerce and Rhoda and Chapman see me do so. Then I use my tablet to say, “Have to.”

“OK. OK.” She nervously smiles at Chapman, then back at me. “Well, you look good.”

—

There’s a full length mirror in the back room, where they’re going to eventually set up my computer, and I’m really annoyed that I’m using it to look at this body and not my own.

I could take off all my clothes again and then the pendant, and get to see, but that would be a lot of trouble. I’ll get to see eventually.

And, even though it’s a full length mirror, it’s not really wide enough to give me a full third person view of my wingspan. When I have one.

It’s just fine for a human, of course.

I’m.

I’m a woman.

Only I’m not.

This is how I know that I’m not.

Oh, I am definitely female. I am so supposed to be female. I am almost laser focused now on the idea of laying eggs in the spring.

I might be in the need to look for a suitable egg laying lair, actually. It’s a whole half a year away, but now I’m thinking of that pretty solidly.

But anyway, female dragons are not typically women, and this is definitely not me.

Kind of like before my first metamorphosis, I feel like I’m seeing a completely different person in the mirror. Like, as if it’s literally not a mirror but a window, with another person on the other side. My brain will absolutely not let me see it as a mirror. Even as that person mimics my movements and expressions.

But the person I see is cute!

And unlike before, she looks like someone I’d like to at least be very good friends with.

I sure wouldn’t mind looking like her if I absolutely had to. At least humans would treat me almost right if they saw her when looking at me.

Which, for the time being, they will. Which is a startling revelation to keep having. It never stops being jarring.

I do find it a little weird that I can walk just fine, but I can’t talk. It feels like a continuity oversight in a science fiction show. Or a plot hole. But I speculate it might have something to do with dissociation, and what specifically triggers my dysphoria and what doesn’t. Maybe.

It is magic. And very particular, literal magic at that, from Chapman’s explanation. Like programming the universe itself. So, it might just be that I’m missing the code for speech but not for walking. Though, why that would be the case, I’m just not sure. It makes less sense to me than my dissociation explanation.

I tilt my head to the side and watch as the other person does it too. They do remind me a lot of Chapman when sie isn’t around.

I again ask myself this question, because the topic just happens to be on my brain regarding eggs and just how human I might be at the moment. Would I have sex with this person if I could?

Maybe?

If I appear to be human, and she is human, maybe I could. Socially. Accept that.

Physically? Can I imagine enjoying the physical sensation of that?

Honestly, I just can’t even bring to mind memories of physical human contact, let alone daydreams of it.

Why do I ask myself this?

Because humans are constantly talking about it. Or, a lot of them are. Every relationship in every story seems to center around eventually having sex. And it’s the one way they ask whether they’re compatible with each other. And I guess it’s one of those habits I’ve learned from them.

Again, I don’t know what happens in the spring, which I’m guessing is mating season, based on thoughts I keep having.

I turn my head away from the mirror.

I’m supposed to be using this thing to practice acting and moving like a human woman. And I’m failing even at moving like a human, actually. I can tell that much.

I awkwardly move to open the door and walk through the short dark hallway out into the cafe. There are some other customers there now, and Chapman comes to me and indicates we should head back into the back room again.

I was going to ask hir to help me, but apparently I don’t have to.

Rhoda moves to come back, too, but Chapman stops here and says, “Just a moment, OK?”

And then, once we’re back there, Chapman closes the door and stands in front of it.

“Maybe we don’t need you to practice being human today. Just keep the disguise on until we’re done,” sie says. “It’ll be more convincing if you’re draconically weird for the interview. Blending in with people will be needed later, maybe, when you want to use it.”

Then we talk about a few other things before inviting Rhoda in to plan the next phase.

—

It’s the end of the summer and this weird man is wearing black jeans and a black leather biker’s jacket. His black hair is the kind of mess they strove for in old photos of geniuses, but his mutton chops belong at the Subdued Stringband Jamboree. He’s wearing cowboy boots and holding a small notepad and a pen, his right leg propped up on his left as he sits and listens to me explain things using his laptop with the AAC program installed on it.

I find the keyboard is reasonably easy to use, once I get used to using my fingertips to hunt and peck.

I used to be a touch typist, but I think this way now for some reason. But I’m still getting full sentences out in reasonable time.

He’s nodding as I talk.

Occasionally, he asks a question.

What I find absolutely hilarious is that his name, his literal given name, is Seagull. Seagull Phil. It sounds like a nickname, but it isn’t.

The coincidence of that made my stomach growl at the weirdest moment in our introductions.

He works for the weekly paper, and we’re having this interview in the back room of the shop.

He has a voice like a 1930s transatlantic radio announcer. Soft, gentle, and extremely articulate. It does not fit his physical image in the slightest. He’s six foot three, too.

The whole affect is disarming and makes me feel at ease despite my mounting and raging dysphoria. I almost forget that I don’t look like myself.

Rhoda met him at the Council meeting, and befriended him when it was adjourned abruptly to his great dismay. She’d told him that he could interview a dragon.

I’m keeping my human disguise for this so that I can type easier, really.

When we’re done, I’ve promised to shed it so that he can verify that I’m the Meg that everyone is talking about.

What I’ve learned is that apparently I’ve been targeted by the authorities because I’ve been leading the morning roll calls, and someone thinks that that will break up the grip the rest of the dragons have on the city. But also, the property management of my building had called the police for my forceful eviction from the premises (which they had momentarily achieved). They have no idea I’m trespassing.

I’m telling Seagull as much of my story as I can manage in the time we have.

Between this interview and the letters that Astraia and I sent to City and County Councils, there may be some hope for a better resolution, Seagull says.

I want to believe him.

—

Now I see myself in that full length mirror.

I still wish it was a mirror in a dance hall, or something like that. But between it and my ability to twist and crane my neck to look at my back and belly, or to look at the mirror from any angle, I get a really good look at myself.

I’m alone again in the back room to do this.

And I’m relaxed in ways that I didn’t think even mattered.

It’s like my very cells have unclenched.

It’s that energized looseness and lethargy you might feel after the best massage, if your soul had been massaged.

So, when I described my torso and limbs as being similar in scale to a human’s, that didn’t really do any justice to their form or function, or actual shape. Just a vague sense of scale that explains why and how I can enter buildings with little trouble.

I’ve only seen morphology like this in recent speculative illustrations of dinosaurs, with the major addition of a third set of limbs. My wings.

Unlike how dinosaurs are thought to have been, based on their skeletal structures, I believe I am about as flexible as a monitor lizard.

But my back is high and arched, and my chest does have a keel like a bird’s, because wing muscles demand that. This makes my torso tall, like a dogs, and gives me a barrel chest like a swan’s. Also, my neck starts at the base by going up and curving gracefully to my head, which can be described as before. But now I’m thinking of it as kind of a cross between a goat and caiman in shape, nearly straight horns swept back. And my tail tends to be held upright and straight out for balance. I can’t curl it terribly tightly with muscles alone, but it’s more flexible than it looks when I move.

My wings are more forward than my forelimbs. Which actually makes my wings my forelimbs. My arms, I guess, are set further back out of the way of my flight muscles. But they’re still partially linked, and I do flex them a little in sync with my wings when I’m flapping hard.

If I stretch out, from tip of nose to tip of tail, I might be ten or eleven feet long.

I know I don’t weigh nearly as much as I did when I presented as a 5’10” human man that was 280 lbs.

On the other hand, I think I may have notably grown in length and girth in the last week. I have no measurements to confirm it, but I just feel like it has happened.

My left shoulder still has that nasty gash in it, which isn’t there when I’m in human disguise.

But even with that gash, every inch of this body, as I look at it, every scale, every tiny curve, every bump and nobble, every movement of it, everything is mine. Mine in the same way that this building is mine, and this coffee shop. The way that my friends are mine. And the city itself. The way that my soul is mine.

Not the mine of ownership or domain. The mine of association and identity.

The mine by which I derive my sense of being and purpose and place. Contentment. Joy. Pride.

It can be injured and made weaker, but even then that’s mine, too.

It’s the kind of mine I can mine for strength.

Inspired by this feeling, I spend a little time learning a few more simple, one syllable words, so I can say them faster when I need to.

[mothpawbs]

WINGS OF FIRE FASHION HEADCANONS

i've been working on lists of headcanons for how the different tribes approach accessorizing for quite a while, and I think my list is finally in a good place to post it! headcanons are sorted by tribe. These are free to use if you would like to implement them in art or writing! if you have any suggestions, inputs or questions, please comment, reblog, or send me an ask!

Mudwings

because of the mud they spend a lot of their time in, a lot of accessories aren't very feasible for them

like to use woven cords made of jute or other natural fibers. sib groups will often wear a cord around their neck with a coiled knot that has a ring representing each of their siblings.

higher classes wear jewelry made with gold and gems, and often inset gems into their scales so they're harder to lose in mud and water

textiles almost never used in accessories because of how hard they are to keep clean

love tattoos, like to get tattoos on their wings membranes and underbellies. clutches tend to get matching tattoos representing their group, and a first tattoo is considered a right of passage by mudwings

Sandwings

known for their opulent weavings and textiles, like to wear scarves, shawls, and capes for functionality as well as aesthetics. hoods, veils and masks are common to protect their faces from the sun and from flying sand

also wear a lot of gold, in the form of earrings, rings, necklaces, bracelets, septums, and tail rings

sandwings have very skilled glaziers, and often implement glass in their jewelry

occasionally wear gemstones, though not as common. onyx, topaz, sapphires, obsidian, and diamonds are popular

enjoy tattoos, often on the scales but especially on the wing membranes

dye their textiles and crests with natural materials, usually created from plants

motifs of desert animals, such as snakes, lizards, foxes, owls, and coyotes common in accessories

Seawings

prefer more organic materials, such as pearls, coral, seashells, pebbles, bone, and even seaweed

use very little metal, but usually gold (as it doesn't corrode in water)

love piercings, but don't often wear necklaces (or anything that has to go around the neck) as they tend to constrict both the gills and the back frills, which can be very uncomfortable.

gems are less commonly used in jewelry and are often restricted to upper classes. sapphires, diamonds, and emeralds are favored.

try not to wear anything that may conceal their glowscales, as this can make speaking aquatic difficult

motifs of fish (& their scales), shells, ocean waves and currents, and aquatic mammals popular

Skywings

LOOOVE treasure

wear lots of intricately wrought metal, usually gold but also silver and bronze. Skywings are famed for their metallurgy skills

during scarlet's reign/the war, accessories fashioned after armor (ex. scarlet's mail vest) became very popular

also very fond of gemstones, especially rubies, topaz, amber, and diamonds. the more, the better!

adopted gem insets in scales from the mudwings and consider them very attractive, in a "beauty is pain" kind of way, as it is a painful process to get them inset. as well as a symbol of wealth, it can also be considered a symbol of strength

sometimes wear capes or shawls, but prefer not to as they tend to restrict wing movement and can catch on fire if one is careless

Icewings

prefer elegant, minimalist fashion

wear a lot of furs, including seal, polar bear, caribou, lynx, and fox.

often wear silver or black metal, as it compliments their scale colors.

gems are less common, but diamonds, amethyst, opal, crystal and sapphires are favored. glass imported from the sand or sky kingdom are also popular, but became less common during the war.

upper classes commonly display their circle status in the form of pendants, rings, earrings, or bracelets

Rainwings

don't really understand the appeal of jewelry, as they can make their scales whatever color they want and don't need jewels to add vibrancy to their appearance

like wearing flowers, carve wooden tokens and pendants that are made into earrings or hung from necklaces, and sometimes wear cords woven from plants.

ultimately pretty minimal accessorising, but then again they're pretty naturally flamboyant in appearance anyways.

textiles are beginning to gain popularity as younger nightwing generations explore the continent and return with fashions from all over

Nightwings (pre-darkstalker era)

nightwings had lots of skilled crafters who made fabric, crystal, and metal items, which were common in the tribe

metal items, such as earrings, chains, bracelets, rings, and armor, were often made of silver or platinum to complement dark scales

crystal, diamond, moonstone, amethyst, and opal commonly used to accent jewelry or textile pieces

motifs of moons and stars were very common, with the three moons being sacred to the tribe

textiles were often diaphanous material in cool tones, with scarves, shawls, capes, and veils very popular. fur was also commonplace, especially in lower classes, and are either from prey animals or animals specifically raised for that purpose. some of these include foxes, wolves, bears,

nightwings had skilled glaziers (learned from the sandwings), and glass was very common in jewelry and spectacles as well as in architecture

Nightwings (post-darkstalker/island era)

many materials became scarce, and lots of skills were lost to time and lack

jewelry was simple and uncommon, and rarely made from metal (which had to be imported from the mainland)

most jewelry is carved from aluminosilicates (especially kyanite) and obsidian

textiles are practically nonexistent, and very ineffectual, as they get singed and stained with ash.

Silkwings

used to wear lots of silk items, which they prized as an art form unique to their tribe

never really wore much in the form of metal or gems, basically had the same conclusion as rainwings that their scales were so naturally beautiful they didn't really need a lot of accessories

don't really have the option of owning much jewelry (if at all) under hivewing rule, the main exception being ornamental silkwings in the jewel hive

Hivewings

depends on the hive, but love jewelry and textiles.

wear gem-encrusted gold pieces and fine silk items woven by silkwings

jewel hive dragons are big show-offs when it comes to their outfits and accessories

multiple dragons seen to paint their claws, could also do this to their horns??

insect motifs common

Leafwings

almost never wear metal jewelry

often use organics for accessories, including carved wood, dried leaves, and woven cords

stones are sometimes used, with jade being prized for its color

amber very common as well

motifs of leaves, flowers, and fruits popular

non-useful accessories became uncommon post-tree wars, replaced by bags made from leaves and fibers (especially with the poisonwings)

[kollector-of-stims]

Yet another updated stim toy collection since I've gotten a good little bit of them recently! This time named and organized by groups under the cut!

🌈Stretchy stims:

• scented stretchlerz

• sand-filled carrot and banana

• stretchy realistic banana

• monkey noodles

• stretchy textured caterpillars

🌈Various tactile stims:

• boinks

• wacky tracks

• tangles

• fidget cubes/pads/dodecahedron

• fidget spinners

• textured suction cup strip

• magnetic rings

• infinity cube

• mini slinkies

• curly things

• bikechain fidget

• other various things I forgot the name of

🌈Various stim/stress balls:

• orbeez-filled strawberry

• sensory fx elements

• "hydrated" and "dehydrated" dna balls

• nee doh popping ball

• nee doh squishy fruits

•glow-in-the-dark sticky squishy dinos

• pig and dino splat balls

• blue textured snow ball

• orbeez-filled lightbulb

• narwhal and berry cat sqweezie petz

• animal dumpling stress balls

🌈Pop-its:

• Various shaped pop-its

• a pop-it pearl

• unicorn pop-it ball

• pop-it stick 'em pals cow

🌈Articulated stims:

• Articulated slug, shark, eel, and unicorn

• mini articulated worm

• watchitude octo (articulated octopus)

🌈Squishies/soft things (not all of them but the ones I use the most):

• Mallow Mallow cat and cow

• squishy tardigrade

• amazing squishee penguin

• squishy stress gear owl and pufferfish

• a cheap squishy ball from the dollar store (my first ever stim toy!)

🌈Textures:

•big eye squish confetti balls

• silicone brush

• puffer stegosaurus

• mini koosh ball

• prickle balls

•small prickle hedgehog

🌈Auditory/ASMR stims:

• sensory fx asmr crackle and squish eggs

• crunchy blankets from kittens vs gherkins

•sensory fx suction cup octopus

• pop tubes

• sensory fx asmr pods (exclusive carrying case pods)

• sensory fx bots

🌈Putties:

•silly putty

•crazy Aaron's thinking putty (super scarab in the purple container)

🌈Visual stims:

• tsunameez egg

• tsunameez baggies

• liquid motion bubbler

• sensory fx asmr bot

• sensory fx fidget stick

🌈Various stims in one:

• fidgetz sushi

• squirkies

• sensory fx pods

🌈Weighted/etc stims/didn't know how to categorize:

• weighted sand-filled lizards

• magic mixlings mini blind bag toys

• rainbow dash fashem

• squishy ball cat toy

• manta ray puzzle erasers

• starfish puzzle eraser

• kinder bike toy

• smooth pendant

• handmade swirly polymer clay pendant

• curly cat toy

• cats vs pickles & kittens vs gherkins plush(ies) (I have many more)

🌈Stims I forgot to add in the post because I always forget to include things but NOT THIS TIME:

• sensory fx stick

• suction cup squeeze toy

• stretchy slug

• chicken mochi squishy

• mini fidgetz pop-it

• clip-on mini train pop-it

• piece of a sensory fx asmr fidget cube

• bubble stuffed squishy friends shark

• small squishy guinea pig toy

• balloon with rice inside it

🌟Feel free to ask about any stim toy you have questions about! Also if you want, let me know if you have any of these same things!!🌟

[artheresy]

Zhuming Family headcanons ROUND TWO!!

I have more Zhuming family headcanons! I am ever so happy to provide because I love them so much

A mix of headcanons for each of them individually (Yingxing, Huaiyan, Ardens Regia, and Baiheng) and for them as a group/different dynamics within that little family group

This is actually a headcanon I have been considering for a while especially while trying to write the opening scene for the Yingxing fic, but I think Huaiyan, while he has a lot of experience with different weapons types both from a warrior and a craftsman’s standpoint, primarily fights with a tang dao that he crafted for himself a long time ago.

Huaiyan calls Ardens Regia “salamander” and he’s done it so much for so long that all of their subordinates know who he means when he says that. Flat out refuses to call him by his title, refuses to call him by his name most of the time. It’s just “Salamander” sometimes something insulting in front of it.

Ardens Regia has his own affectionate nickname for Huaiyan! It’s usually some form of “moron” or some other insult

Yingxing in the future ends up taking a bit after Huaiyan with “Lizard” being a nickname he has for Dan Feng that annoys him to no end

Jingliu ends up on the Zhuming, a bit after the Foxian pilots once most of the fighting has died down and communications are happening between the Yaoqing and the Zhuming for future plans. Baiheng ends up being the one who introduces Jingliu to Huaiyan and Ardens Regia as she and Yingxing lead Jingliu there. I don’t know how better to describe Huaiyan and Ardens Regia’s behavior than think of when you have like uncles or aunts who keep giving each other knowing smiles and looks while asking very vague questions… in very teasing voices as if they can 100% see what’s up. It absolutely embarrasses Baiheng while Jingliu and Yingxing have no idea what’s going on

Poor Yingxing will eventually experience that in the future and finally understand

I’ve talked about how I think Ardens Regia gives them all little trickets he makes in his free time. Before Yingxing leaves for the Luofu after he turns 18, Ardens Regia gives him two hairpins. One is more decorative and for special occasions with delicate glass pieces and overall very beautiful as the glass has a mix of colors to match the purples and blues in his eyes. The other is a simple silver hairpin with a flat portion near one of the ends that is engraved. Ardens Regia says it’s evidence that Yingxing is one of his people, one of their (The Zhuming, Huaiyan’s, etc.) people, no matter what anyone in the Luofu may say.

Baiheng takes time she has free over the years to visit the Zhuming for short amount of time before she eventually transfers over the Luofu, and the first time she leaves the Zhuming, Ardens Regia sends her off with a metal pendant with a lot of details, with the primary theme behind it centering around the moon. He sends her off with a few different things that end up more decorative, but her favorite out of everything is the pendant.

Huaiyan has SO many things from Ardens Regia over the centuries. He does get most of the rejects and the first attempts for practicing for projects AR usually ends up giving Yingxing, and Huaiyan makes a big show of complaining and acting all pissed off. But any belief in his anger being genuine fades away when you can see he keeps every single one, even the ugly, the lopsided, and half melted ones, all around his office. Some on his desk, some on his shelves, some in his drawers and on tables. Even a few in his personal quarters.

At some point, Yingxing wants to try glass blowing. And I mean, AR is happy and he believes in Yingxing’s ability to learn well and fast given what the kinds of methods and approaches to new forms of creation he’s been taught. But see… it goes so disastrously bad that Yingxing is afraid to ever try it again and when Huaiyan ends up hearing about what happened, either from AR or as a report because Yingxing’s lesson resulted in some minor property damage, he can’t stop laughing

I have more hcs, but it’s 1 am for me and I’m a bit tired so those will have to wait for another time!! Anyways, I love the Zhuming family they fill my heart with joy I adore them! I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it :D

[marionedde]

sonic tag team new entry: team EVOLVE

Zero Infinite: "I miss my squad, Shadow. I miss them a lot. I'll be back."

Skill: Specialty (Intelligence)

Talent: Illusion

Age: 24

Pronouns: he/they/it

Race: Jackal

Weapon: Ruby Cutlass

Null Petroleus: "I fucking hate Mephiles the Dark. I hat him. I hat him soooo much. Don't you hate him? I sure do. He's the bane of my existense. I'm so glad he's gone. GOne for good. DO you hate him too? answer me. ANSWER ME-"

Skill: Speed

Talent: Shadow teleport

Age: 20

Pronouns: he/they

Race: Frog?

Weapon: Coal Pendant

Eclipse Doom Robotnik: "Where the hell is Shadow Robotnik. I need to kick his ass right now."

Skill: Power

Talent: Black Arms Command

Age: 19

Pronouns: he/she

Race: Black Arms

Weapon: Black Arms Soldiers (works for me)

Hazard Robotnik: "hhhghghhh...I am....happy...happy to...be here. Here."

Skill: Swim

Talent: Biopower

Age: 18 (68)

Pronouns: She/it

Race: Lizard?

Weapon: Ummm toxic waste thingy?

Chunk Gaia: "Yeah no I'm Chip's uhhhhhhhhh Brother. I am not...no. Stop that. Stop thinking that. I am not dark gaia. Chaos. I'm CHUNK. NOT DARK GAIA."

MASTERPOST

[artifacts-archive]

Double Crocodile Pendant

Coclé, 8th–12th century CE

Although commonly called crocodiles, these creatures possess features characteristic of bats, such as the eyes, nose, and ears. Some researchers have suggested that these figures may be depictions of lizards or iguanas, animals closely associated with rulership and power.