#Knot Belt

[ebbpettier]

what do you mean with your hc that simon was always a dragon?

okay so this is one of my deepest most self indulgent headcanons because i'm gay and i think he deserves more and sharper teeth but it's extrapolated from a bunch of different details in the series: 1. we don't know what kind of blood davy used in the ritual. lucy couldn't identify it, but it almost definitely wasn't human. killing a dragon is one of the worst things you can do in the WoM and i really think davy isn't above that, at this point. (in terms of what i think the ritual entailed, i don't think he would have killed an adult dragon, either. a son for a son.) 2. simon's false feather wings dissolved in a bloody mess, but his dragon wings did not. iirc, he also had to wish for them, and penelope pointed out that this is fundamentally Not How Magic Works 3. penny also theorized that simon was actually turning INTO a dragon at the moment he got his wings, unless i'm misremembering again? its been a while since my last reread of the series and i have a memory disorder bear with me 4. "you don't kill a dragon unless you're trying to open a portal to hell" davy what did you do. DAVY, WHAT DID YOU DO. 5. once magic stops working on simon at all/after he loses his magic, the wings don't disappear, which makes me think they weren't powered by magic in the first place; they were just a part of his body. 6. margaret almost immediately (probably falsely but still) identifies him as a Kitten. she straight up thinks he's a baby dragon. maybe he smells like one, or feels like one, but i feel like she would be the most qualified to like ... tell? simon insists he isn't, but she seems confused and even a little put off when he tries to say he isn't just a lost dragon-kit. 7. when he's going off his magic is described as very blistery and prickly and black and red, and he glows and smokes and smells like a forest fire. dragon coded as fuuuuck 8. i think it would fucking rule I've never quite decided if i want it to be dragon ancestry, or if he's some kind of changeling via the ritual*, or something else, but the reason i draw the sword of mages with a fancy hilt shaped like a dragon is because i also headcanon that it looks different for everyone who wields it. (in my Baz Is The Heir AU: he summons it as a spada da lato, light as a feather with a handguard that curls like fire in a windstorm, inset with little sapphires) and simon's just ALWAYS been that dragony. i want him to grow more teeth, and they keep growing so he either has to accept them or have them pulled. i want his nails to be hard and sturdy as iron and he just never notices because he's always used them as tools, and he thought everyone's were like that. he bites them off because they break clippers. i want the red scales around the second set of deltoids (the ones on his wings) to start slowly creeping down his back and over his shoulders over time. because i think it would fucking rule. *i subscribe to this one the most, tho. makes sense. also i feel like the mage WouldTM.

[gingermintpepper]

I was reading the Orphic Argonautica last night and the author has mentioned the various methods of divination Apollo knows and guess what? One of them is prophesying by studying the entrails of organisms. As soon as I read that I was reminded of your headcanon of Apollo being into hepatoscopy for divination and I giggled.

Awww 😳😳It's so nice of you to think of me!

Hehe, so fun fact, the overall practice of divination by studying the entrails of animals (including blood, lungs, intestines and so forth) is extispicy while hepatoscopy is specifically using the liver in prophecy and divination readings.

If, like magic in old text exactly like the sort Medea is described as using, the types of divination spoken about in the texts are reflections of the popular divination cultures of the time, I much rather prefer ascribing those to Apollo than I do some vague, somewhat mysterious power which he uses to see the will of the fates, especially since it's mentioned a few times that he'll teach his sons the language of the birds and how to read their signs and so on and so forth.

In short: HEPATOSCOPY APOLLO IS COOL!! HE'S SO NEAT!! Apollo at the altar who predicts the coming droughts and famines from the entrails of his flock!! It's just such a neat little image (to me)!

Also the Orphic Argonautica bangs, genuinely I hope you enjoy it! Orpheus is an insane man and I do not think him along with the collective subspecies of mythical man known as 'sons of Apollo' get enough credit for how truly unhinged they are at any given point in time.

[little-red-fool]

“Edge” “Knot” City? 🤔🤔🤔

[swarm-of-ties-in-a-trench-coat]

Happy Tuesday! I recently was given a beautiful purple suit jacket that came with a matching bowtie, so I tried that on today.

(a picture of me wearing a purple suit jacket and a purple bowtie with a black shirt and black kilt)

I also tried that jacket with a different tie

(a picture of me wearing the same clothes, except now with a long tie tied in a full Windsor knot. The tie is black with purple, pink, and blue flowers on it)

And I'm also wearing this cool belt my dad gave me! It's a real Soviet Union army surplus belt

(a zoomed in picture of a bronze/copper colored belt buckle that has a star on it and a hammer and sickle in the middle of the star)

[mihai-florescu]

why does izumi clothes look so warm?? he kind of looks like hes about to go golfing in the snow. shus adorable tho but i was really hoping for ruffles like his old uniform </3

Izumi's gonna die of heatstroke. The epic highs (ritsu's outfit) and lows (izumi's...) of the new knights casual outfits... arashi i believe in you... restore the good name of models... but for izumi's winter outfit i really hope they give him one of those huge scarves...

[dress-this-way]

The Practical Polish of a Tidy Square Knot - YLF

[gogmstuff]

ca. 1828 Paulína von Lebzeltern by Konstantin Danil (Galéria mesta Bratislavy - Bratislava-Staré Mesto, Slovakia). From tumblr.com/history-of-fashion, Her bodice has fan-like pleats.

[twostepstyless]

fuck me he’s something else 😮‍💨

[magicwhiskers29]

I have been wanting to draw Flora like this for ages honestly... And I think it worked pretty well!

[daddywarbats]

I just threw myself down a costuming rabbit hole trying to figure out how exactly the tabards part of Jedi uniforms work. And now I am frustrated about the Jedi costumes functionally in general.

You would think there’s a simple answer: there is not.

First of all, the movies: okay so it’s clear that, like with many costumes, some bits are just basically an illusion for the camera. Never more clear is this than in the Under Tunic, in which only the visible sleeves and the collar actually are functionally part of the costume; everything else on the shirt is basically to hold these in place for the camera while not overheating the actor. Every cosplayer ever is basically just bullshitting what happens in that area after a certain point, but the general consensus seems to be “a shirt with a minimum 2″ thick collar that closes by folding left to right; fastening method is up to you (and maybe your guild).”

Okay fine, we can best guess that if we’re working with it in fic or art, but if we are looking to cosplay for help figuring it out, it’s not that simple. For example, if I were to consult the general standards as given by the Rebel Legion, the under tunic can’t be kimono, judo gi or karate gi styled - which is wild to me, btw, considering their own standards page reference links to a site which suggests ideal patterns in those styles and most of the visual shorthand from the movie costumes and the source of the Jedi’s inspiration suggests these as fairly strong matches, but I digress.

The tabards, basically, in the official costumes are largely bullshitted for camera reasons, with seams hidden under the belt, and if they’re tacked to the over tunic or the actor’s sewn in for the day, I wouldn’t be surprised in the least. Most everyone is bullshitting these in some way, but the consensus is that any seam has to be on the back, preferably hidden by the obi. Also if you’re trying to tack it to yourself, that better not be visible. I have seen tape, velcro and snaps - valid, I say, because I ran into a similar issue with the hooded Robin cape.

For fic and art though? I am really frustrated by them. You can’t tack them down in universe - it would not make sense. It’s stupid and I know I’m being stupid and pedantic about it but I want to know how it’d work if you took the costume element out of it and no one has. Should they be threaded through one part of the obi and secured by tying the obi? Is there a part of the tunic they feed through which is covered by the obi? Is there a cord or snaps securing them that we don’t see that should be there in universe? Should ones extend down also feed into a panel on the back or a skirt that matches the over tunic instead of just splitting? I HAVE FUCKING QUESTIONS.

The obi also frustrates me because, functionally, almost everyone just goes ahaha yeah it’s thicccc, must be thicker than the belt by an order of at least x proportional to your body, and if you decide to put in velcro or something make sure it’s hidden in the back. If you were in universe, would it be velcroed or would it be tied? If it’s a fabric obi, how do you tie it? Do you tuck the ends under in a specific way? If it’s supposed to be only the width of your waist and is not the length of an obi from Earth say, how then do you wear it - does it have tie drawstrings that should be tucked under, does it have hooks or eyelets? Is there meaning to how you tie it? Are there decorative knots for fancy events or different sects or branches of specialization?

Official movie costumes kinda goes Shrug because they’re not designed to be actually functional in any real-world sense: they’re designed to film and do stunts in. They’re a minefield of jury-rigging. And then you have Legends material, which is straight up artists going Rule of Cool, which I respect cause, well, at least they’re honest about it in that sense. Obviously, groups listing costume standards for cosplayers are no help here, since, let’s be real, they’re not gonna be experimenting with how these things should realistically function so much as how they fit the standards they’ve established. It’s all about the standard with them.

Anyway, I can’t stop sneezing and this stupid tabard shit is going to BOTHER me forever, I can feel it. Why is it always like this with costumes?? i’m just gonna have to bullshit something myself aren’t i

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[jhsharman]

Point of View

Fun fact: Smurfs do indeed have tails. I don't know that they are any bluer than the rest of the Smurf anatomy to get singled out like so.

[butchfoolish]

Did you ever see the lobo nocturno model vegetta got on the qsmp? It’s a whole Wolfy thing but he didn’t log on much after so it didn’t really get used.

There’s a good view of it about 45 minutes into willyrex’s day six vod

YEAHHH YEAH I have this little fruitcake on my phone from the other day when I was looking for fanart for… Reasons. It looks so cool, I wish we had gotten more of him </3 Reminds me of the werewolves from the Mo’ Creatures mod (or Minecraft Diaries series)

I love fursuiters and anthros and werewolves HOWLS. I think he made the costume himself because the original didn’t fit his fully transformed body quite as well. No room for those digitigrade legs

Thank you for the specifics on where to find more myself, though, I’ll have to take a look 👀

[ice-devourer]

what damn entity is keeping me alive and why is it effective??? hello???

(ps. currently aight, just really weirded out abt how im still alive, guess im a cockroach like dazai T — T)

[medicinemane]

Tomorrow, 20 years, an eon from now; doesn't matter when, I'll die a useless monster regardless, so why put it off?

[altruisticalastor]

↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Wife!Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Summary: Lucifer gets a little too brazen with Alastor's darling wife. Guess the Ruler of Hell would just have to learn a lesson about who you belong to.

☒ Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, jealous!alastor, soft comforting shower sex, knotting, alastor has a tail, consent, making out, soft kisses, biting, marking kink, alstor laps up the readers blood because he bites a liiiitle too hard, creampie, banter between alastor and lucifer, as well as banter between the reader and angel

☒ Word Count: 1,972

Alastor was quite the jealous type. 

You were his wife in life and death. To say he was protective of you was an understatement. So, it only made sense that Alastor would lose his composure when the ruler of hell himself arrived at the Hazbin Hotel. 

Lucifer was a rather charming man, but you were spoken for. So when he grasped your hand and placed a chaste kiss on the back of your palm, your hand yanked away in the blink of an eye. You could have sworn you heard a crackling growl escape your husband's lips as he watched Lucifer offer you a lustful gaze- and that was simply unacceptable. 

"I see you've met my wife!" Alastor let out a forced chuckle as he looped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. You let out a sigh of relief. All thanks to your husband's rescue. Lucifer gave Alastor a pointed look before he blurted out, "You're joking... right?" He scoffed. 

Your face scrunched up in anger at Lucifer's rude remark. "Oh, he's as serious as a heart attack." You spat, snaking your own arm around Alastor's back. You squeezed his waist, a habit of yours that let your dear husband know when you were livid. 

"But- look at you! You're gorgeous, sweetheart, and he's just... freaky." You were about to snap back before your husband's maniacal laughter tore through the room. "Ha Ha! That's rich coming from the short stack!" Alastor quipped, grip tensing around your waist. Lucifer's chest puffed up in defense before he let out an airy laugh. 

"Aha! The height I lack up here, I surely make up for below the belt! Maybe I can show your wife sometime." Lucifer shot you a playful wink, causing your face to scrunch up in disgust. Alastor tensed beside you before he let out another forced laugh, ducking low to get in Lucifer's face. "Ha Ha! Fuck you." Your husband spat, voice missing its usual radio static tone. 

Before the situation could escalate further, Charlie intervened. Pushing her father away from the tense atmosphere while mouthing a sympathetic "Sorry!" your way. The aura in the room was stiff. You could certainly cut the tension with a butter knife. "Damn, smiles! Looks like lil' Luci himself has got eyes for your girl!" Angel stated before taking a swig of his cocktail. 

You turned your head in Angel's direction. Shooting him a warning glare. The last thing you wanted was for Angel to get caught in the crossfire of your husband's anger. Alastor remained quiet before he slowly began walking toward the staircase. You could tell he was seething with how his ears twitched atop his head. Your husband flickered up the steps without a word, making you worry. 

"Damn it, Angel! You knew he was pissed enough as is, no need to poke the bear!" You sighed, rubbing your temples as you made your way over to the bar. Husk poured you a drink, shaking his head in agreement. "Dont'cha mean poke the deer?" Angel chuckled, patting your back in a lighthearted manner. Husk cursed under his breath at Angel's remark. 

"Cut that shit out, or he'll put you on his next fuckin' broadcast," Husk grumbled, cleaning a glass with a worn-down rag. You sipped your drink before rubbing your temples once more, shaking your head in annoyance. "I should probably go check in on him..." You spoke to yourself before turning on your heel, waving a small goodbye to your two good buddies. 

"She's in for a loooong night!" Angel giggled, causing Husk to flick his forehead as a warning to "Shut the fuck up."

You took a breath before carefully opening your shared bedroom door. "Darling?" You called out, descending further into the space as you scanned the room for your husband. You peacefully made steps toward your private bathroom, having heard the shower running from beyond the door. To your luck, the door was left unlocked, making it easy for you to slip inside. 

The bathroom was full of steam as your eyes trailed to the red tufts of hair reflecting through the clear glass shower door. Alastor heard you come in, but he still remained silent. Trying his best to cool off. He hated losing his composure more than anything. Carefully, you began ridding yourself of your garments, leaving your clothes in a pile beside Alastor's. You slid the glass door open, stepping into the shower with your husband. 

Alastor's ears were pinned against his head as he stood underneath the shower head, allowing the water to cascade down his face. His back was toward you. Your husband's hands were placed in front of him on the cold tiles. Keeping him stabilized. "Al, my love? Is it alright if I touch you?" You whispered softly from where you stood behind him. A moment passed before he nodded in agreement, still remaining silent. 

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him. Allowing your hands to caress his midsection all the way up his chest. You rested your head in between his shoulder blades, pressing your chest flush against his back. Alastor let out a deep sigh, your touch bringing him much-needed comfort. "That impudent man.." Your husband muttered, ears twitching in annoyance as he did so. You rubbed circles into his chest, placing gentle kisses against his back. 

"He's a jerk, Al. I'm all yours, forever and always," Your lips curled into a smile toward the end of your sentence as you felt his tail wagging, brushing against your lower tummy. Your husband's shoulders eased up from your words. He let out a breath before turning on his heel. Alastor's hands immediately cupped your face, doubling over to capture your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands rubbing your husband's sides lovingly as your mouths molded perfectly against one another. 

Your shared embrace lasted a few beats longer before your husband pulled back, half-lidded crimson eyes gazing down at you. "Indeedy, my doe. You're all mine! I suppose I'll have to make it evident to the short stack... and anyone else who dares to court you." His voice dipped low; as did his wandering hands. Alastor's pointed nails dug into the back of your thighs as he hoisted you up. On instinct, your legs wrapped around his slender waist. 

A pleasant gasp escaped you as you felt your husband's hard length brush against your core. Alastor let out a deep growl against the nape of your neck as he nipped at the sensitive flesh there. "Alastor..." You whined. Tipping your head back so your husband could have better access. A shiver ran down your spine when your back collided with the cool tile walls. Alastor bit a little too harshly between the juncture of your throat and shoulder. 

A bit of blood trickled down your collarbone, but your husband was quick to lap it up. A deep groan from him sent a rush of heat down to your core. "Divine, my little doe. Absolutely delectable," Alastor mumbled against your sternum before one of his hands slipped between your bodies. He rubbed the flushed tip of his cock between your folds, groaning at the feeling of your slick. "May I, my darling?" Alastor whispered, lips ghosting over yours as he waited patiently for your approval.

"Yes, please..." You sighed, burying your hands into his soaked two-toned locks. Your husband slowly pushed himself past the tight ring of your pussy. Capturing your lips at the same time, drinking up all of your moans as he stretched you open. Your eyes rolled back into your head when Alastor bottomed out inside you. Slowly, you caressed his sensitive ears. Pride pooled in your chest when your husband twitched wildly inside you from the gesture. 

Your lips pulled back from his when Alastor began thrusting into you. His movements were sharp but shallow, not wanting to pull back more than he had to from the warmth of your pussy. Your husband's head fell forward, forehead resting flush against your shoulder. Alastor groaned against your damp skin as your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing cock. All you could do was moan in pleasure as your husband fucked into you perfectly. 

"Mine, all mine..." Alastor huffed out before suckling at the base of your neck. You could feel your husband's knot begin to swell inside you as your own release approached rapidly. Apsentmindly, Alastor's thumb dipped between your bodies. He rubbed at your clit expertly as he jackhammered up into you. Your legs tightened around his waist as the coil within your tummy was only moments from snapping. "I'm yours, all yours..." 

Your words sent Alastor over the edge. He moaned loudly into your neck as his hips stilled, emptying his load deep inside you. The feeling of your husband cumming inside you was enough to trigger your own orgasm. Alastor hissed as he felt your pussy gush around his cock, squeezing him like a vise. After a few moments, you felt Alastor's knot begin to deflate. Allowing his now softening cock to slip out of your inviting heat. "You truly are just darling. How did I get so lucky?" Alastor chuckled as he lifted his head to gaze into your eyes. 

A bashful smile crossed your features as Alastor slowly lowered your thighs from off his waist. Being sure to hold your hips, stabilizing your trembling legs. "Oh, hush! I'm the lucky one." You giggled, untangling your hands from his hair. Allowing your palms to cup his face, pulling him down for a chaste kiss. Alastor kept his eyes open as you kissed, admiring your lovely visage. After a moment, you pulled back, nuzzling your nose into his. "Now, let's get washed up before heading back out there, yeah?" 

Alastor and you emerged from the room a little while later. Meeting up with the group from where they gathered in the foyer. Charlie cheerfully waved you and your husband over, and you didn't miss the way Lucifer scowled at Alastor. "We were wondering where you lovebirds wandered off to," Vaggie stated, scooting over on the couch to allow you both to sit. Swiftly, Alastor sat on the sofa before pulling you into his lap. A smile etched into your face as your husband's arms looped around your frame, large palms caressing the tops of your thighs. 

You heard Lucifer grumble under his breath from the public display of affection. Your friends, on the other hand, had their jaws on the floor. Alastor rarely showed his physical admiration toward you in front of them. So, to say they were shocked was an understatement. "Told ya they snuck away to fuck! Look at her neck, haha- Husk! You owe me that hundred bucks," Angel blurted out. Laughing his ass off. Heat rushed to your face from your friend's crass words. Alastor, on the other hand, glared at Lucifer. His smile stretched from ear to ear as the ruler of hell fumed. 

"Angel-! Husk-?! You made a bet on whether or not Alastor and I would... ah, you fuckers!" Embarrassment flooded your entire being, hands darting up to cover your face. Alastor let out a loud chuckle from your adorable reaction. "No, toots. We're not the fuckers! You're the one who got fucked, aha!" You quickly got up from your spot atop Alastor's lap, storming over to Angel. "Husk, you're next!" You shouted, chasing Angel around the lobby. "Leave me out of this! That dumbass wouldn't shut up until I accepted the bet." Husk grumbled, not entertaining the bullshit. 

All the while, Alastor was giving Lucifer a sharp look with that shit-eating grin still illuminating his features. "As you can see, there's no need for you to show my wife your little chum below the belt. My darling is more than satisfied in my care!"