#tribal florals

[taiyami]

Based on an experience that just happened to me;

Do you believe there are gendered tattoos, or do you believe that all tattoos are gender neutral? No middle ground this time.

Feel free to rb and let me know your thoughts in the tags; I had a man tell me floral tattoos are for women only. But in my experience in the scene, American Traditional florals are often unisex. So I'm curious what you all think.

[tatulio]

[corridor-of-stars]

Butterfly among Flowers

[rayinalex]

i'd like add more based on personal experience. basically, jace kill the pirates but lets assume that the local rakyat didnt know that and they assume some ghost or angry spirit kill them. in order to 'calm the spirit down', they perform some praying and stuff, not with religion but u get my point, cook high grade local cuisine, and making altar with flowers, and stuff. one night, after long battle of taking back outpost, jason take same route and recognize the offering and stuff and just eat them bcs hes hungry. by the time he went back to a village, he ask "hey whys theres offering on the jungle?" and they said "havent you heard? theres angry spirit there and kill those pirates!", jason remembering what exactly happen just "ooohh..shi—"" "the offering is meant to calm him down, to not kill us also, so dont try to eat it!"

and jason shut his mouth and never tell the truth. i mean, who doesnt want free delicious food, more delicious than he used to eat in village, right?

and for safety reason, if you visit indonesia (idk about other SEA countries) and found this kind of offering on jungle, mountain, forest, beach, wherever, DO NOT eat or move it. ive seen batshit crazy to whoever try to bother, eat, or even move that.

i need you all to understand that in Indonesia (and I'm guessing other parts of the southeast asia), a local belief is that if you randomly smell flowers like jasmines it means there's a spirit nearby. and in fc3 gameplay you get to pick up jasmines for the untouchable syringe that causes temporary immunity. anyway just imagine the pirates chilling at an outpost then randomly smelling jasmines and get spooked-- then this pale slenderman looking ass of a man who you're sure your boss already killed and dumped under a mass of corpses show up? Then you panic and shoot at him and it does NOTHING? 13 dead all shitting bricks.

[seenupositive]

Strange Skull with Pink Flowers

http://tee.pub/lic/GEeTZt9vuYs

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

The Siberian Ice Maiden, known locally as the Princess of Ukok (Russian: Принце́сса Уко́ка), the Altai Princess (Russian: Алтайская принцесса), Devochka ("Girl") is a mummy of a woman from the 5th century BC, discovered in 1993 in a kurgan belonging to one of the Pazyryk burials, in the Republic of Altai, Russia.

She is famous for her tribal animal-style tattoos, which consist of creatures with horns that evolved into floral shapes. The local Altai people believe her to have supernatural powers and that the Ukok Plateau where she was found is the "second layer of heaven.”

Her head was shaved and she wore a wig and a tall hat, a long silk robe, a red wool skirt, and was 167cm tall. She was most likely a shaman or healer who had taken a vow of celibacy, as her body was used by her tribe in rituals up to three months after her death and she was determined to have inhaled cannabis vapor while alive.

She had been suffering from breast cancer that killed her in about three years, combined with injuries sustained in a fall.

She was buried with food such as horse meat, mutton, yogurt, coriander seeds and a beverage, which her tribe left her to sustain her on her journey to the afterlife. Her coffin was made of a larch wood tree trunk.

[realitydisco]

More minecrafters should be drawn with tattoos!

I think smajor deserves to be covered in Rainbow watercolor tattoo (almost Anthony Padilla style)

Lizzie would have a big koi pond theme; maybe a back piece

Skizzleman with his irl arm tattoo as well as his fanon angel wings being tattoos at the least

Pearl would have a cute patchwork style all over her legs

Stress would have some adorable florals and butterflies as a chest piece/ sleeves

Tango with maybe a cool "exposed machinery" type look

Impulse with some simple black pieces. Maybe even a tribal type but mostly hidden. Only little bits showing on the back of his neck or when his sleeves ride up.

Etho being absolutely blasted and barely anyone knowing because he always wears long sleeves and gloves

[themotherofhorses]

oc introduction: SilentDove Reyes

"It was my father who gifted me my name, y'know. He claims that, when I was born, I was silent. Him, my mother, my kokom, and the midwife thought I was a stillborn. They feared the worse. Guess I'm just naturally dramatic."

paloma (masterlist)

name: silentdove marie reyes.

age: 22 [july 13th, 2001].

pronouns: she/her.

gender: cisgender [female].

birthplace: near box elder, montana.

race: native american & hispanic.

nationality: american.

tribal affiliation: the chippewa-cree tribe of the rocky boy indian reservation.

occupation:

cryptological language analyst.

(milf-in-training) wife of simon riley.

languages: nēhiyawēwin, spanish, portuguese, russian, and french.

face claim: tanaya beatty

playlist.

electric pow wow drum — the halluci nation.

edge of seventeen — stevie nicks.

one woman army — porcelain black.

you driving me crazy (indian girl) — joey stylez, northern cree.

boss bitch — doja cat.

mother's daughter — miley cyrus.

celestial bodies — semiah.

mayores — becky g, bad bunny.

additional facts below the cut.

— dove is hispanic and lipan apache through her father. on her paternal grandfather's side, she traces her heritage to guerrero viejo, tamaulipas, mexico.

— through her mother, she has connections to the sweetgrass cree first nation located within treaty 6 territory.

— blessed with a learning tongue, she is a polyglot. her first languages consisted of a blend between nēhiyawēwin (the plains cree language), spanish, and english. during high school, she took on russian and french as a challenge, and later portuguese.

— on her right bicep is a traditional ojibwe floral design depicting bright orange tulips.

— she'll never kill a spider. in her mind, she recites the following: "if i am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man."

— greatly enjoys the following:

contemporary jingle & old style fancy

ribbon skirts

ear piercings

beading

long distance runs

corridos

vines

scented creams & lip-glosses from bath and bodyworks.

notes: hopefully y'all find enjoyment in my dove :D with this now out of the way, i'll begin the main writing portion of the series <3

[tatulio]

[heejayy]

Shuri U. || Butterflies

Warning • none

Genre • fluff

Pairing • tattoo artist! Shuri x fem! Black Reader

You've always wanted a tattoo, but your mother was against it, which disappointed you, but you're an adult now, and you have the freedom to do what you want. So you asked a few friends for tattoo artist recommendations, and they all agreed on the same person, Shuri.

So there you were, standing outside her shop, staring up at a bright neon sign.

"OK, I can do this," you said shakily, reaching for the door handle. When you walked in, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you; she had abstract paintings on the wall, as well as graffiti art, a few examples of her work, and some inspirational quotes; it felt very homey.

“Hello? "Is Shuri here?" There was a little shuffling in the back, and then she emerged from one of the rooms.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I didn't hear you come in; how may I help you?" She smiled warmly.

"I made an appointment for the butterfly tattoos yesterday."

"Oh yes, follow me," you did, and her private room was well-organized, with low afro-beats playing in the background and a warm vanilla scent floating around.

"Would you prefer them on your forearm?" She questioned while she set up her station. You nodded sitting in the leather recliner chair, staring at her with doe eyes as she got everything prepared. You admired her hand tattoo, which trailed all the way up her arm and behind her ear.

"What kind of tattoo do you have?" You asked, pointing to her hand, she looked down for a second before returning your gaze.

"It's a tribal tattoo, Sthandwa," your face flushed from the nickname she gave you, 'oh,' you muttered.

"OK, let's get started, which arm?" she asked asked putting on her gloves. You gave her your right one, she tore open an alcohol wipe and started wiping your arm.

"Do you want me to freestyle or do you prefer something else?" When she spoke to you, you almost stumbled over your words.

"Uh, you can freestyle," she said, smirking, "ight' bet."

She turned on the machine, drew her chair closer to you, leaned down, and started working on your arm. Her perfume filled your senses; it was soft ambery vanilla with a floral hint; everything about her seems so soft, even the touch of her hands as she touched your arm. You were nervous because she was so close to you, but you couldn't deny she was very attractive. You admired her confidence in how she spoke and carried herself, it was sexy.

"How are you doing so far?" She asked interrupting your train of thought.

“Oh yeah I’m doing good, hurts a little but it’s bearable” she nodded going back to work.

“So this your first tattoo?”

“Yeah I wanted something simple” she hummed nodding.

"So you came here by yourself, Sthandwa? "No friend or a boyfriend to join you?"

"Um no, my friends were busy, and I don't necessarily like...guys," you chuckled, shaking your head. She cocked her brow and smirked.

"Oh no boys? "What about girls?" You chuckle, nodding, you felt that nervous feeling return; instead of feeling the pain from the tattoo, you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"Interesting," she said, and you giggled, flirtatiously looking at her.

"What exactly do you mean by interesting?"

"Well," she began before returning to dip the pen in more ink, "I was thinking that after I finish this, I was going to ask you out to dinner, but only if you're interested."

“Well only if you’re paying” you joke.

"Ight no problem."

She turned off the machine and set it down, then grabbed some soothing gel and rubbed it over your tattoo before wrapping it in plastic wrap.

"All done, pretty girl,"

"I love it! How much?" You beamed eyeing the results.

"No charge if you come with me tonight," she said, her eyes bright and hopeful.

"I wouldn't say no," you said shyly. She handed you a sticky note with her phone number on it before leading you back to the lobby.

"Thank you; I've texted you so you have my phone number. I'll see you later tonight."

She winked at you “see ya.”

Tags 💌 : @abenomeiiii @lustfulbarbie @queerponcho

Shuri’s Masterlist

©heejayy 2023 — any reposts or translations of my works outside of tumblr are strictly prohibited unless granted permission 🤍

[abstractnaturaldisaster]

More Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

Part One is available here! Time for Steve’s perspective! c: (also available on AO3)

*** Steve had signed the lease on the studio space a week ago and he was gearing up for the opening, posting instagram updates for the followers he’d gained from his previous tattooing gigs. Steve had bounced around a few spots since he started tattooing, but he hadn’t found anywhere that felt like he really belonged. Most people assumed tattoo artists had to be overly masculine or into counterculture. Steve had never been all that alternative (other than a brief emo phase Robin has been sworn to secrecy about) and he didn’t have loads of tattoos himself.  It had been a point of contention between him and some of his past coworkers who felt that a tattoo artist should wear their ink proudly.

Homophobia was also still pretty common in some of the more mainstream shops in town and Steve couldn’t handle some of the casual comments shop owners made about his more feminine style. To top it all off he was sick of having to tattoo tribals or dandelions on college kids as he “worked his way up the ladder” at some of the more established places. Steve had managed to garner attention for his original colorful floral work on instagram and was getting enough interest that he decided to take the leap and find his own space. 

He was eternally grateful that his best friend, Robin, had agreed to help with the front of house and appointments so he could focus on tattooing. Robin and Steve had talked for hours about how to make Steve’s studio inviting and comfortable for anyone who dropped in. Steve felt strongly about gatekeeping in the tattoo community and wanted his studio to be bright and open and set people at ease who had never been tattooed or had been burned by more “hard core” shops.

Robin had taken Steve to hundreds of estate sales and thrift stores to find pieces that were homey and comfortable so that his new studio could reflect his tattooing philosophy. He’d filled the space with plants and soft fabrics and made sure that the studio had plenty of light. Steve had set up a nice waiting area that was more of a living room than anything else with loads of books and a record player to provide a soft soundtrack. He purposefully didn’t include any records heavier than Simon and Garfunkel to encourage a more relaxed atmosphere. He’d worked at a shop that only played metal and he basically lived on Excedrin to survive the headaches he’d get after a shift.

“Steve! It’s looking so good!” Robin said as she pushed through the door with the spoils from her Target run. “I really think it’s almost there. And just in time for our first appointment, tomorrow.”

“I’m really happy with it, Robs.”

“You should be! It looks awesome. Very instagrammable,” Robin added as she posed by the record stand. Steve snapped a quick pic before Robin could stop him.

“You’re right, very instagrammable,” Steve joked. He showed Robin the picture.

“Hey, that’s actually not bad. Send it to me and I’ll post it to stories to help drum up some business, kid.”

“I already had to close my books twice, I think we’re going to be okay, babe,” Steve laughed. 

It was true. After he posted some of his favorite floral pieces his DMs had blown up and he already had a full schedule for the next couple of months. Robin had agreed to help Steve in exchange for the promise that he wouldn’t overwork himself and actually take days off, so they were already scheduling clients pretty far out. To afford the overhead and keep to a more limited schedule, Steve had to broaden his initial search for studio space. They’d ended up in a slightly less desirable part of the city but since it seemed like Robin was serious about limiting Steve’s schedule it was a deal they couldn’t pass up.

“Alright, I picked up drinks to fill the mini fridge, coffee, tea, and some snacks. I also got this very cute planner to keep track of all your very important appointments,” Robin said as she pulled everything out of her grocery cart.

“I feel like we have to be forgetting something, Robs.” Steve looked around the space. He’d fully outfitted his tattooing space with everything he needed, they’d set up the printer and iPad to do stencils, and everyone had places to sit, but it still felt like something was missing.

“I think you’re overthinking it. We double checked the list last night.”

Steve walked over to the window and looked out at the busy street. He noticed the flower shop across the way. “Wait, that’s it. I wanted to go set up a recurring delivery for a flower arrangement for the front desk for each week.”

“Wow, when you said you wanted to lean into the plant gay aesthetic you weren’t kidding, huh?” Robin laughed.

“I just think it would be nice to have fresh flowers in addition to all the greenery,” Steve added.

“You’re sure you’re not just looking for an excuse to talk to the guy you’ve been checking out who works there?” Robin asked.

“I’ve been doing nothing of the kind.”

“Then why are you blushing, babe?” Robin dramatically flung herself onto the couch. “I’m so glad we got some old lady’s fainting couch for precisely this moment. It is perfect for dramatically winning an argument.”

“You’ve won nothing, Robin.” Steve pouted.

“You know I’m just giving you shit. If you’re going to go you better go now. I think they close early.”

***

Hope you guys like soft Tattoo Artist Steve! Part 3 here! 

Taglist: @maya-custodios-dionach 

[bogaffxiv]

BOGA

B A S I C S

Nickname(s): None Age: 30 Nameday: 3rd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon Race: Hrothgar Gender: Cis Female Orientation: Pansexual, Poly-embittered to the idea of romance Profession: Mercenary/Adventurer

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Pale blonde, with white highlights throughout. Worn in a ponytail with braids and a single side bang framing her face. Scented delicately with spicy, floral jasmine. Eyes: Golden, like the sun; don't stare directly into it. Fur: White, with pale gold stripes. Tattoos/Scars: Several intricate and tribal-esque body paint designs glamoured on her body from head to toe. All dark, inky blue. Too many scars to name.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Rosta (Biological Mother), Unknown father. Both alive; dead to her. Siblings: Several brothers, none close. No sisters. In-laws and Others: Petra, a Rava Viera, who some would call Boga's adoptive mother. Boga owes Petra a life debt - at least in her own mind. She claims no other family, extended or otherwise. Pets: None; her job keeps her away for extended periods of time, and she has no desire to keep around another mouth to feed.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Groomed for leadership since birth, Boga has a talent for taking charge of a situation; a responsibility that she wholly rejects, given the opportunity. Even still, she's landed a place as second in command of Petra's free company. She's socially adept and keeps many associates; some for pleasure, some for personal gain. She knows her way well around lances, swords, and hand-to hand combat. As a long-time adventurer, she's picked up several survival-related skills and knows well enough how to navigate herself through unknown territory. Hobbies: Photography, dancing, reading.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Loyal. Most Negative Trait: Treacherous.

L I K E S

Colors: Blue-green, brown, dark blue. Smells: Jasmine flowers, fresh baked goods, a crackling hearth, sizzling meats, coffee. Textures: The soft touch of a blanket, the skin of a lover, the crunch of ice and snow beneath her feet. Drinks: Coffee, water, any and all alcoholic beverages with varying appreciation. Tea, with plenty of honey, for sickness, or to soothe a sore throat.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Often; socially, for pleasure, stress relief, or as an oral fixation. Drinks: Constantly; functioning alcoholic. Drugs: Yes; socially, for sleep - to escape nightmares. Prefers a mellow, comforting experience. Mount Issuance: Boga doesn't keep a personal mount, but is licensed to ride rented chocobos. Prefers walking, running, or carriages. Been Arrested: Yes, likely several times, most likely spent sobering up overnight in the brig of Limsa.

Stolen From Tagged By: @thefreelanceangel

[paganimagevault]

The Princess of Ukok (aka Siberian Ice Maiden & The White Lady) 500 BCE. Tumblr image limit only allows 30 photos, I will include a link to my blog, at bottom, with more photos and more organized descriptions.

"In 1993, Russian archaeologist Natalya Polosmak and her team discovered an ancient tomb at the Ukok Plateau, in the Altai Mountains region of Russia near the border with China.

The ‘Maiden’ belonged to the Pazyryk culture. The Pazyryk people, a congregation of Scythian nomadic tribes, lived in the Altai mountains in the 6th to 3rd centuries B.C.

The woman’s body, carefully embalmed using peat and bark, was laid on its side as if she were asleep. She was young and her hair was shaved, but she wore a wig and a tall hat. She was 167cm tall. Some tribal animal-style tattoos remained on her pale skin: creatures with horns that evolved into floral shapes. Her coffin was made large enough to accommodate the 90cm felt headdress she wore. She was also wearing a long wool skirt with red and white stripes and white felt stockings.

'A mop of hair on top was tightly wrapped around with a woollen cord, which helped this mop to stand upright,' she says. 'On top of this mop was worn a red 'nakosnik' (a braided decoration made from threads), and atop of this structure was a bronze pin with a deer, standing on a sphere. The deer was made from wood, and was covered in golden foil.' Yet it was more intricate, still. 'The wig had another very important detail,' she says. Its crowning glory looked like a giant feather, 68.5 cm long, made from felt and covered with black woollen fabric, with a stick inside it to help it stand straight.' she says. 'This feather had the figures of 15 birds attached to it, which like in modern Russian Matryoshkha dolls with one inside another, were each of smaller size compared to the previous one. The birds had leather wings, tails and legs, and long necks, which most likely meant they were swans. 'This feather can be interpreted as a symbol of the Tree of Life - a healing tree which existed in so many cultures all around the planet. By the roots of the tree there is a wooden figure of a deer with a Capricorn's antlers. 'There was also ... a cap for the wig.... some 84 cm tall. It was found in Princess Ukok's burial chamber.'

The Altai princess became the second mummy found with a tattoo (tattoo had not yet been found on other, earlier mummies in the Hermitage). Kurgan 1, burial ground Ak-Alakha-3 (Ukok Plateau, Altai). Tattoos were inked on both arms from shoulders to hands. The drawings were blue and stood out against the white skin. They were preserved only on the left hand, on the right they were almost completely destroyed. Drawings were also applied to some phalanges of both hands. Archaeologists saw the tattoos during the opening of the wooden sarcophagus, then the mummy's skin began to darken, and the tattoos disappeared, subsequently they were restored in the laboratory. When other Pazyryk mummies were found, the tattoos were not visually noticeable.

The tattoos on the left shoulder of the 'princess' show a fantastical mythological animal: a deer with a griffon's beak and a Capricorn's antlers. The antlers are decorated with the heads of griffons. And the same griffon's head is shown on the back of the animal. The mouth of a spotted panther with a long tail is seen at the legs of a sheep. She also has a deer's head on her wrist, with big antlers. There is a drawing on the animal's body on a thumb on her left hand.

Somehow, many Pazyryk burials in this region were flooded, possibly with underground waters, and then froze – so the organic remains were preserved almost untouched by decay.

The embalmed body was buried at least three months after death. All this time, the mysterious woman continued to play a special role in the life of her tribe — for example, she was put in some chairs, which can be seen from the traces on the body. At the same time, a complex, time-consuming ceremony of embalming is a sign of the extraordinary status of the deceased. However, the scientists deny her status as a ‘Princess.’

“It’s not accurate to call her a ‘princess’. She was not a princess, she was a representative of the middle layer of the Pazyryk society,” archaeologist Vyacheslav Molodin, academician at the Russian Academy of Sciences, and Natalya Polosmak’s husband, told “Expert-Siberia” magazine in 2012.

Studies of the mummified remains extraordinary advances in our understanding of her rich and ingenious Pazyryk culture. The tattoos on her skin are works of great skill and artistry, while her fashion and beauty secrets - from items found in her burial chamber which even included a 'cosmetics bag' - allow her impressive looks to be recreated more than two millennia after her death.

The princess' cosmetic kit included a black horsehair brush with a thin wooden shaft inside, tied with a (disappeared) leather cord, completely studded with cylindrical marble beads, and handfuls of scattered powder of bright blue-green color. There were also the remains of a broken thin rod of flat metal rings filled with the same blue-green substance (that is, in fact, it is a pencil for drawing lines or drawings like our eyeliner).

Analysis showed that it was vivianite (blue iron ore). Such a powder, closer to modern times, was used to obtain green paint. In the Altai Mountains, it is known as a satellite of gold-bearing sands. Perhaps this powder had a sacred meaning. The vivianite pencil may have been used for face painting, possibly for people with special functions or gifts. Among the Pazyryks, face and body painting has not been recorded, partly because not a single mummified face has been found. But among the peoples close to the Pazyryks, such a tradition was recorded, in particular, the painting of the face with two spiral drawings. There is a weak association with the blue-green turquoise Hathor from the Sinaiand numerous Sumerian green cosmetic "shadows" in boxes discovered during excavations in Ur and other cities of Sumer.

It is believed that she was not in fact a royal but that her use of drugs to cope with the symptoms of her illnesses may have given her 'an altered state of mind', leading her kinsmen to the belief that she could communicate with the spirits. Her lavish grave suggests she was someone of singular importance.

The MRI, conducted in Novosibirsk by eminent academics Andrey Letyagin and Andrey Savelov, showed that the 'princess' suffered from osteomyelitis, an infection of the bone or bone marrow, from childhood or adolescence. Close to the end of her life, she was afflicted, too, by injuries consistent with a fall from a horse.

The mystery was solved only in the 2010s with the help of a computed tomography scan. It showed that the maiden suffered from breast cancer that killed her in about three years. She was 25 at the time of her death.

'During the imaging of mammary glands, we paid attention to their asymmetric structure and the varying asymmetry of the MR signal,' stated Dr Letyagin in his analysis. 'We are dealing with a primary tumour in the right breast and right axial lymph nodes with metastases.'

'The three first thoracic vertebrae showed a statistically significant decrease in MR signal and distortion of the contours, which may indicate the metastatic cancer process.' He concluded: 'I am quite sure of the diagnosis - she had cancer.

'She was extremely emaciated. Given her rather high rank in society and the information scientists obtained studying mummies of elite Pazyryks, I do not have any other explanation of her state. Only cancer could have such an impact.'

'When she arrived in winter camp on Ukok in October, she had the fourth stage of breast cancer,' she wrote. 'She had severe pain and the strongest intoxication, which caused the loss of physical strength. 'In such a condition, she could fall from her horse and suffer serious injuries. She obviously fell on her right side, hit the right temple, right shoulder and right hip. Her right hand was not hurt, because it was pressed to the body, probably by this time the hand was already inactive. Though she was alive after her fall, because edemas are seen, which developed due to injuries.

The DNA research performed on the remains showed that the ‘Maiden’ is genetically closely related to contemporary Selkup and Ket peoples – indigenous Siberian tribes still living in Russia.

'There was a moment of gross misunderstanding when a legend came about this mummy being a foremother of people of Altai,' said Molodin.

'The people of Pazyryk belonged to different ethnic group, in no way related to Altaians. Genetic studies showed that the Pazyryks were a part of Samoyedic family, with elements of Iranian-Caucasian substratum.'

So perhaps more Samoyedic than Scythian.

'We tried to overcome the misunderstanding, but sadly it didn't work.'

The Altai authorities have now declared the remote mountain area from where the princess and her kinsmen were buried as a 'zone of peace' where no more excavations will take place, despite the near-certain treasures lying in the permafrost.

Such work amounts to plundering, they believe.

To Molodin, who found the male mummy several years after the princess, this deprives the world of a valuable scientific inheritance. He argues, too, that the issue is critical since global warming means the ancient bodies will decay.

Scientists reckon there are thousands of burial mounds here, hundreds of which date to the Pazyryk period, many of which may contain answers to questions about where we come from.

The ancient mummy of a mysterious young woman, known as the Ukok Princess, is finally returning home to the Altai Republic this month (The Siberian Times, August 2012).

On 19 May 2014, during a speech at the museum, (Alexander) Berdnikov reminded the crowd and media that the renovation and repatriation of the Altai Princess was one of his most important accomplishments, of course aided by Gazprom:

We should be proud that we have such a museum. A great accomplishment; we thank the management of Gazprom. When I was appointed as the Head [of the Altai Republic] one of my main goals and dreams was to have a bright opening of a renovated museum and that we could welcome the “Siberian Ice Maiden” home again. Today our museum is the best one east of the Urals and is the only one that has been restored in Russia in the past twenty years. (Government of the Altai Republic 2014)

The museum, the repatriated Altai Princess, and a vibrant cultural life, all indirectly bankrolled by Gazprom."

-taken from The Siberian Times, Russia Beyond, Taylor & Francis Online, world-jewellery livejournal, and peaceandjustice

[serene-faerie]

Gotei 13 Lieutenants/Squad Members as Aesthetics

Sasakibe— earl gray tea, thunderstorms, organized files, a tidy desk, sharp eyes, smiles that are rarely seen, undying loyalty, quiet evenings in the office, classical music, neat handwriting, edelweiss, tailcoat suits, puzzles, a wooden chess board, butter biscuits and scones, earned respect, lightning, a stern voice, an antique desk lamp, fountain pens, reading the newspaper, black-and-white movies, the smell of ink and papers.

Omaeda— rice crackers, being a big brother, protecting family with one's life, deceiving appearances, stacks of cash, a spiked iron ball attached to a chain, buying gifts for loved ones, ivy leaves, gold rings, stacks of gold ingots, giving piggyback rides, a grand mansion, lavish banquets, expensive cars, being smarter than how one looks, the smell of strong cologne, undying loyalty to one's superior and family, candies, men's magazines, lazy afternoons.

Kira— yellow carnations, rainy and cloudy days, writing haiku poetry, soft candlelight, a heart burdened with grief and regret, thick blankets, hesitant smiles, love for one’s friends, the smell of earth after rain, hot showers, a bowl of hot soup, leather-bound journals, cold hands, quiet laughter, working late at night, trusting reluctantly, loyalty to a fault, a cold and calculating fighter, a mug of warm green tea, grieving alone, drunk karaoke with friends, an organized workspace, appreciating the arts, painting with watercolours, listening to white noise, bearing burdens alone, the weight of guilt, sleeping peacefully after a long time.

Isane— shy smiles, neatly folding sheets and laundry, the smell of antiseptic, the hands of a healer, crying happy tears, gardenia flowers, collecting medicinal herbs, a strong knowledge of medicine, always carrying bandages, chamomile tea, gardening for fun, blue butterflies, open windows on a summer afternoon, a slow-moving ceiling fan, a soft-spoken voice, a graceful height, playing with one's own hair, always finishing work on time, short afternoon naps, a glass of fruit juice, secretly reading romance novels.

Momo— peach blossoms, a calm spring breeze, crackling fires, chamomile tea, the smell of freshly-baked cookies, baking desserts, always being organized, smiling to hide the pain, humming quietly to oneself, bread and peach jam, a shelf full of well-loved books, pure adoration, hands that tremble ever so slightly, reminiscing over the past, a quiet strength, thick wool mittens, fiery rage, april showers bring may flowers, always working hard, healing from the past, carefree laughter.

Renji— long hair as red as blood, stray dogs, fiery red sunsets, wolfish smiles, eyes that are both warm and fierce, hearty laughter, sun-kissed skin, sleeveless shirts, howling wolves, lifting weights at the gym, tribal tattoos, sleek sunglasses, heliotropes, tea with spices, heavy metal music, spiked collars, fingertips stained with ink, hot summer nights, strong and warm hugs, a strong sense of justice, wanting to do what’s right, giving a middle finger to the rules, late night talks, sword-callused hands that touch gently, a spirited warrior, loving with one’s whole heart, snake skulls, a strong and sultry voice, red lanterns, taiyaki, the smell of sandalwood.

Iba— intricate back tattoos, vintage sunglasses, bruised knuckles, oak trees, bottles of sake, a loud izakaya, the smell of whiskey and cigarette smoke, matsuri parades, the sound of taiko drums, playing cards, relentless ambition, a pack of wolves, burning the midnight oil, thyme leaves, a bowl of fresh ramen, drinking coffee at the work desk, men's magazines, a low drawling laugh, unwavering loyalty, whiskey on the rocks, an old ceiling fan, the sound of crickets at sunset, skipping stones across the lake, wood carving, polishing glasses, a pragmatic fighter, no-nonsense words, looking out for friends.

Nanao— thin glasses, floral furisode kimonos, a neat updo, tidy stacks of paperwork, elegant handwriting, early to bed and early to rise, a morning bird, the smell of lavender and rosemary, blue hyacinths, speaking in even tones, upholding the rules, firm glares, working in silence, a cup of green tea, romance novels as a guilty pleasure, meticulously keeping a journal, a small vase of flowers, a strict work schedule, simple dresses, a touch of makeup, floral-scented hand cream, a vast collection of classic novels, reading by candlelight, a hall of mirrors, hidden strength, smiles that are rarely seen, humming softly at night, graceful postures.

Shuuhei— motorcycle rides, leather jackets, late nights in the office, old newspapers, sharp scythes, playing rock music through headphones, leather wrist cuffs, messy hair, an old acoustic guitar, black coffee, the smell of mint and sage, friendly smiles, a lone desk lamp, never forgetting acts of kindness, trying to do what's right, drinking with friends, facial scars, strong arms, chin-ups in a door frame, a decadent voice, black chains, basil leaves, pinwheel fireworks, glasses of sake, forgiveness, grieving with friends, hands that are both strong and gentle, moving forward, unwavering resolve, early summer evenings.

Rangiku— long and wavy hair, infectious smiles and laughter, the golden hour shining past the curtains, carrying many shopping bags, red-bottomed high heels, an impeccable sense of fashion, cats, caring hugs, glasses of red wine, eyes that hold a touch of grief, lonely nights curled up in bed, getting lost in memories, purple hyacinths, cherishing mementos, the smell of designer perfume, citrus-scented hand cream, pink nail polish, glittering pink eyeshadow, rosy lip gloss, cocktail dresses adorned with sequins, fruity cocktails, warm bubble baths, silver jewelry, sparklers, dried persimmons, bottles of sake, handmade friendship bracelets, always being the life of the party.

Yachiru— a bowl of sweets, wandering through forests, a pink scooter, the smell of caramel, colouring books, finger painting, playing with sidewalk chalk, getting piggyback rides, catlike smiles, sneaking into hidden places, climbing trees, playful kittens, un-childlike anger, melon soda, konpeito, reading bedtime stories, having a fiercely protective father, eyes that are both innocent yet all-knowing, a plush teddy bear, glow-in-the-dark stars, white carnations, the smell of crayons, childish laughter, playful nicknames, strawberry milk, father-daughter relationships, unwavering faith in loved ones.

Ikkaku— bloodied knuckles, old bandages that need changing, a fiery glint of determination, arm wrestling, red eyeshadow, rough and strong hands, light-footedness, loud laughter, street fighting, bench pressing, an appreciation for beauty, messy handwriting, the smell of sweat and musk, spider lilies, wooden swords, a mug of strong beer, dusty streets, a fighting spirit, sleeping beneath a shaded deck on a blistering summer afternoon, buzzing cicadas, summer thunderstorms, windy days, wiping off blood from one's face, adrenaline rushes, the sound of classic rock music.

Yumichika— peacock feathers, neatly braided hair, glittery nail polish, sleek eyeliner, shimmering blue eyeshadow, a killer fashion sense, jewel-toned suits, rich brocade, the smell of lemon and bergamot, bloodstains on one's hands, silk kimonos, brilliant blue butterflies, elaborate cocktail drinks, soft skin, carefully applying makeup on another's face, manicured nails, eyes that gleam with purpose, purple wisteria flowers, keeping secrets, feathered earrings, orange scarves, secretive smiles, a teasingly lilting voice, airy laughter, soft hair, undying loyalty and friendship.

Nemu— smiles that are rarely seen, a soft-spoken demeanour, lithe and graceful movements, a cup of milk tea, braided hair, daisies, glass beakers, white lab coats, meticulously writing reports, always carrying a first-aid kit, a camera around one's neck, the smell of lilies, yellow sundresses, small high-heels, short skirts, quiet piano music, charm bracelets, a heart-shaped pendant, neat handwriting, surprising strength, always protecting loved ones.

Rukia— crisp winter mornings, dark hair, snowflakes caught in one’s hair, a fresh blanket of snow, white rabbits, a cup of hot ginger tea, the smell of peppermint and vanilla, eagerly watching soap operas on TV, playful smiles, rosy cheeks, yellow jasmines, thick wool scarves, elegant kimonos, a subtle touch of makeup, ice skating, a gracefully melodic voice, holding hands, a fierce and protective love, eyes as violet as the skies at dusk, the light of the full moon, doodling in notebooks, reading shoujo manga, friendship bracelets.

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Darren “Darri” Martin

“I think a lot, listen to music…I’m very fond of flowers.”

Alias: Thumper

Age: 36

Relationship: Gaz/Ghost/Soap

Physical Description: Broad and bulky, Darri stands at around 6’1”, with dark brown hair shaved close at the sides, and a bit longer on the top. He usually rocks some darker stubble around his jaw and mouth. Darri is stocky and thick, carrying a soft cushion of fat around his tummy and thighs. Though most of his piercings are removed, he still has stretched lobes from when he was a teenager. Darri has brownish/green hazel eyes and can be seen sporting black fingernails that he’s colored in with a sharpie. When in civvies Darren is usually clad in black jeans and a band tee, with a well worn leather jacket. American southern accent haver, though it's been toned down a bit. Scar on his eyebrow from where he busted his head on a coffee table as a wee lad. Has a few “tacky” tattoos such as a tribal armband on his arm. He’s since had it filled in as a solid band that's now part of a large floral piece that stretches up his right arm and around most of his upper back. 

Personality: INFP. Idealistic and empathetic. He would be the capybara you put other baby animals with to foster. Tender hearted and sentimental to a fault at times. He was considered a sensitive boy. Easily brought to tears as a young thing. He would learn to hide it under a soft smile as he got older, he still wears his heart on his sleeve. Darri is fairly emotionally intelligent, and pours a lot of his feelings into journaling, poetry or song writing. His intensity translates to his abilities in the field as well. While sometimes reckless in his eagerness to help. Darri would take a bullet for any of his team mates, and fights viscously to ensure their safety. He definitely show’s his love through acts of service. Preferring to take on the duties of another for a while, just to ease their burden.  While his words may not be the loudest, his actions certainly are. 

Background: Darri’s parents had passed away in a fatal crash when he was freshly 18, leaving him to care for his younger sister Ruby.  Barely scraping by, and with minimum education; Darri felt he had few options for himself other than joining the military under the bullshit promise of solid benefits and decent pay. Hell, maybe he could do some good in the process. Darri had grown up with Alex Keller. They became close friends in middle school, and it would partially be Alex who stirred the idea of the military to Darri. The pair would serve on a few tours together, and remain in contact. It was through Keller that Darren met Price. Whom the Captain took a shine too. Like the others before him, Martin would be stolen and brought into the 141 at Captain Price’s urging.  Darri excels in interrogations and infiltrations, and he’s even taken extra courses on emergency medicine just in case. 

Quirks/Misc:

-Wanted to be a rockstar when he grew up, he and his friends had a band that was surprisingly good. Darri has a gorgeous singing voice, and can play the shit out of some guitar. 

-His southern accent gets worse when he’s drunk or angry. 

-Is an absolute BABY when drunk. Think that buzzfeed vid of them dropping a box of puppies on drunk girls who start bawling immediately. Thats him.

-minds his manners, especially with the elderly and women. Largely a product of how he was raised. 

-had a hard time in school for his supposed “pussy” behavior. When he finally got his growth spurt, he beat all their asses. He would sit in ISS for weeks.

-Is the number one perpetrator of burning himself out. The man lives on a swivel, and has a bad habit of trying to anticipate others needs all the time over his own. He’ll crash and burn for months before he asks for help. If he asks for help. But would immediately be up in arms if it were one of his partners who refused to communicate. 

-is embarrassed of his laugh, for such a big man he has a higher pitched giggle of a laugh. You know that vid of Anderson Cooper losing it? Yeah, that’s Darri. 

-addicted to chapstick

-metal enthusiast

-fidgety, while his aim through a sniper rifle is impeccable, don't ask him to sit still for a long time. He bounces his leg, cracks his knuckles, makes little noises to himself. During meetings he typically refuses to sit, instead he sways in place in the back while he listens. 

-sensory seeker, he loves to be put in big bear hugs, especially when he’s anxious. Wears headphones a lot, sleeps terribly without a fan. 

-Uses the terms dude, rad and sick unironically, the english boys mock him for it (teasingly of course).

-pseudo-therapist for the barracks. Ghost thinks he knows what everyone is up to. It’s Darri who really knows..because they told him themselves. 

-can pick any lock, rarely uses this skill for shenanigans to Soap’s disappointment. 

-energy drink connoisseur.

-got his sister a huge dog to keep watch over her when he left home. 

-is a food grazer, snacks throughout the day rather than eat a big meal. The others lowkey fuss about him not eating enough. (Gaz “accidently” leaves snacks out, Darri eats them everytime.)