#feathercoat

[murkshade]

Finished commission for @cosmicu!

[paperfacesllc]

During #nyfw arriving at the @kevanhalldesign Fall Winter 2023-24 Fashion Show wearing ostrich feather coat @pologeorgis eyewear @versace liquid slacks @artskoreanman and Chevron tie @zarslondon platform boots @stevemadden spiked gloves @patriciafield . . . . . . #celebritystylisttyronmayes #stylisttyronmayes #tyronmayes #superstylisttyronmayes #versace #zarslondon #dermablend #manofstyle #gqstyle #gqman #dreadlocks #model #actor #pologeorgis #feathercoat (at Fifth Avenue) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpI00_vPIuJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rainyearning]

[kartoffelstern]

Crocodile with an unexplainable affinity for tall, blond, goofy men in feathercoats - the only question is will he pick goofy evil or goofy good?

(the true ending is "both")

[saturncoyote]

I’ve got some cat adoptables freshly baked and ready to go !

- They’re $15 USD each, purchases will be made through my brand new [Ko-fi] ! Though direct payments through Paypal will also be accepted  - Buyer will be receiving a version of the design without the big watermark (though i kindly ask you to not remove the smaller one for credit’s sake) - Designs are completely yours once purchased and can be altered as you please

DM me if interested ! reblogs are highly appreciated

1. AntWatcher: CLOSED 2. PipitThroat: OPEN 3. SnailStep: CLOSED 4. FeatherCoat: CLOSED 5. FireWood: CLOSED 6. NightTide: CLOSED

[eiichiro-takita]

羽衣を羽織ったヤギ A goat in a feather coat

Art on the Beach tripple070208

Ufutabaru Beach Okinawa Island

[wopanda]

Some illustrations. Hopefully I’ll be able to practice more from now on. I always want to illustrate more, but I’ve rarely had the time, so when I do get a few hours I don’t really now where to start and I hesistate a lot. I’m not very confident or I can’t decide how I actually want to execute my idea because there are so many nice ways to line and color a piece.

This is Susan from my webcomic Inside Phobia.

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[lopro]

when at barneys

[apoemwithbeautifulclothes]

[beastofflevance]

Have some personal (emotional) Law-HC:

Law owns a large over-sized black feathercoat - just like the one Rocinante had. When things get too much for him to handle on the emotional level, he tends to curl beneath it like he did so many times thirteen years ago as a child. It make him feel especially save and protected and he can easily pretend, that Cora is still with him and everything is okay. Bepo is the only one, who knows about this and he would rather die than tell anyone about it.

[sanders-creatures-au]

If Virgil’s good with the cold dose the heat do anything to him? Or is like normal and no difference?

Because of his relatively thick feathercoat in harpy form, Virgil does get hot quicker than other creatures. He hates grooming and washing the sweaty feathers, so he tends to avoid hot places in harpy form as well!

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

White Peacock Maiden Part 2

Woo, part 2. @waiting4inspiration and @youbloodymadgenius asked me to tag them when I posted so if anyone else also wants to get tagged, let me know. Also yes that is a picture of a baby nursing, if that bothers you, I apologize but that’s literally what breasts are for, are to make milk to feed babies. 

White Peacock Princess 

Chapter 2

Your legs were burning from walking so far but you managed to walk with him back to the largest city in the area, this must be Kettegat. He led you to the largest building there and introduced you to his queen, the mother of his child- Freydis. 

“Ivar, who is this?” Freydis asked as she looked at you warily and at your strange clothes. 

“This is Princess Sasha of Heaven, she came down to heal our son.” Ivar answered proudly as he showed her- her baby. 

“That isn’t my son.” She frowned. “Ivar who’s child is this? And what did you do with our son?” She demanded.  

“But it is your son, I watched as she nursed him herself and her milk healed him.” Ivar countered. “Freydis, this is our son Baldur.” He tried to give her back the baby but she refused to hold it and shook her head no. 

You huffed and walked over and produced a clear magical plate over Baldur and showed Freydis what the baby had looked like before- then showed her the progression of how he had healed so that she saw it happen with her own eyes. 

“He is your son,” you insisted. 

“Well not anymore. Deformity is a sign of the gods favor. You have taken that away from him and made him... He no longer has the gods’ favor,.” Freydis began to cry, acting as if you had killed her son yourself. You never imagined she would react that way, usually mothers blessed you and thanked you profusely for healing their little ones.  

You stared at her in disbelieving confusion before you looked at Ivar questioningly as you could see he was mentally trying to figure out what to say to her before you pulled the largest feather from your dress and touched the tip to the outside of her arm and watched the colors of the feather change and kept your facial expression neutral as it revealed her to you. Oh god, she was crazy. She was literally blinded by that false belief and had infected Ivar with it. 

You shook your head and put the feather back in place before you walked away and had to sit down and think, putting your head in your hands and scratching your scalp as you considered your options as you stared at the floor as you did your best not to be overwhelmed and keep your wits about you. You were bound to a power hungry tyrant with an insane wife. Well honestly, how was that any different than Hognyen? At least Ivar only had Freydis, and not a harem of bloodthirsty concubines that would torture you at a moments notice for the fun of it. Freydis was not naturally vicious at least.  “Freydis, this is our son. She just healed him. He was too deformed Freydis, he wouldn’t have lived for very long and he would have lived in agony the whole time, he is divine now, he's the fairest child ever to be born and he’s ours. Be grateful that he will have a good life now, an extraordinary one.” Ivar tried to comfort his wife but she withdrew from him. 

“Could you please…?” Ivar asked as he offered Baldur to you before you took him back so he could sit down and take the braces from his legs as Freydis watched him out of the corner of her eye before she noticed that he was actually walking normally. 

“You healed him too?” Freydis spat in disgust as Ivar looked absolutely wounded. Did she only love him because he was a cripple?

“She is a Valkyrie and a selkie of the sky, I managed to take her feather cloak off, it’s her cloak that makes me this way.” Ivar explained as he gestured to his legs and the cloak. 

“Then take it off!” Freydis demanded. 

“Yes, please, take it off.” You smiled in agreement. 

“No!” Ivar scoffed at both of you. “No, you see because I have this, I am more than any man now, I will not take it off.” Ivar argued. “Princess, even if I did, would I still be able to walk?” He asked you. 

“If I healed you, yes, but I don’t have enough magic in my being to do so in this moment, I will need time to recover and restore the magic I poured into your son. But in a few days I could, then yes, you would be healed and be able to walk without pain and once I do, you will never be crippled again. Because the changes I made to Baldur are permanent, so they would be permanent for you too. But please keep in mind that you can’t bury that feather cloak like you could a sealcoat if I were a selkie. Fur is much more durable than feathers and is meant to withstand the land and the sea. A feathercoat is only able to withstand the air, the wind and rain and snow, if it is buried in the earth, it will rot like a fallen log faster than you can blink and all it’s magic will be lost forever and I will remain in this form forever and I’ll never be able to go home, so please, until we can come to an arrangement for you to give it back to me, you must keep wearing it otherwise.” You urged Ivar as you laid Baldur on your chest, under your cloak to keep him warm before you took feathers from your own dress and put them on him, the feathers becoming white tattoos on his skin and changing into clothes for him. Because you had a feeling that Freydis was about to reject him and that he would be yours and you weren’t going to waste any time making him yours before you pulled a piece of fur off your cloak and it grew into a blanket you used to wrap around him as you reclined in the chair and got comfortable and listened to Ivar try to reason with his wife. 

“Freydis, listen to me, we are blessed! The gods have blessed us by sending us their princess! She is Princess Sasha of Heaven itself, it’s she who came to our son and healed our son, you have to believe it because it’s the truth. You know how much I suffer and have suffered because of my own deformity. This is what’s best for Baldur, don’t you want what’s best for Baldur?” He asked as he sat down next to his wife but she resisted him and wouldn’t let him hold her and was showing aversion to the cloak itself which caused you to smirk, if he really loved her, she was going to do all the work of getting your cloak back to you for you. So this wasn’t going to be so bad. She was your new best friend and greatest ally now but she would ask that you return her son to the way he was and you couldn’t do that, you had a heart of gold after all which was evidenced by the gold spine and gold dots in the middle of your feathers. But you could find a mildly deformed baby for her if that’s what she wanted. 

“Freydis, I can not undo what I have done to Baldur. But if a deformed child is what you want and what you need, I will find one to replace him.” You offered. 

“No!” Ivar boomed which made Freydis jump and start bawling before she ran away and Ivar chased after her. 

You began to feel sleepy and decided to turn your cloak into a lush bed and laid down to rest next to the chair as Ivar and Freydis argued and fought long into the night, Ivar having to sleep on the couch since Freydis wouldn't let him back into the bed. 

The next morning you woke up to an eerily quiet room and you found Baldur still sleeping peacefully in your arms before he stirred awake and you nursed him again, cooing and talking to him and softly singing to him and connected to him more and once you finished clothing him and giving him a magical diaper that would magic away his waste but would never leak and would grow with him until he was old enough to be potty trained, you got up and your bed shrunk back into a fur stole around your shoulders and sling around Baldur before attendants came and brought you to the dining hall where the dagmal was laid out for you and you began to eat. 

“So what did the colors mean when you put the feather to my arm?” Freydis asked you curiously. 

“The feathers reveal personality and attributes. It was a way of getting to know who you were as a person without having to spend hours in conversation.” You answered simply. 

“So what did it reveal about me?” Freydis inquired, her curiosity piqued. 

“That you are a kind and sweet person, you’re thoughtful, intelligent and hold to your beliefs very strongly. Amazing qualities for a mother and queen.” You smiled fondly as Ivar beamed happily. 

“And so what do my colors reveal about me?” Ivar asked. 

“That you are as clever and cunning as you are ruthless. Your pain tolerance is the highest that I’ve ever encountered, yet you are protective of not just your family, but your people, excellent qualities for a king.” You answered honestly, keeping perhaps the more salacious details to yourself. Because his colors revealed that he was power hungry, tyrannical, demanding, brutally violent, jealous and hateful yet deep down, all he wanted was to be loved, adored and admired. But that he would settle for being feared. 

“So what do your colors say about you?” Freydis asked. 

“The gold spine and dot to my feathers, reveal that I have a heart of gold, not literally but figuratively, that’s why I was so moved to heal your son. The glittering denotes that I have a mind like a diamond, strong yet brilliant and easily taught. The shimmering is how I can hold the attention of a room and not buckle under the pressure. The flashes of color depending on the light mean that I’m frugal with my wealth, discrete with my knowledge and information, righteous, honest, empathetic and clever too.” You listed off. 

“Are you married?” Freydis asked. “Promised to be engaged. I trust it won’t take too long for my attendants and guards to notice I’m missing since I did not return home last night and I’m supposed to meet with my promised groom next week. He’s a phoenix with the elemental powers of fire. I’m sure once he finds that I have been trapped here, it won’t take him long to find me, much less raze this city to the ground by raining fire from the clouds themselves like a heavy rain. This city has a fine wall around it, to protect it from forces on land. But quite weak considering the threats will be from above. Everything appears to be made of wood. Quite flammable.” You listed off casually as Freydis’ eyes got wide as she gave Ivar a meaningful look. 

“Surely it can’t come to that. I’m sure there will be negotiations.” Ivar ventured. 

“Possibly. But if I were you, I would consider what your ransom price will be to return me.” You advised before you finished your meal. 

“Now, since it seems that I am to stay here for a little while at least, do you have a room to accomidate me?” You asked Ivar. 

“Yes, of course,” Freydis answered as she got up and showed you to a room nearby. You were grateful it had a window, albeit, a small one. You went to the window and looked out to see if there were any birds flying around before your eyes saw a magnificent ruby hummingbird flitting all over before you made a call and she flew straight to you and transformed into your sister when it flew into the room because she had two bird forms, a ruby magenta peacock and a ruby hummingbird when she wanted to go ‘undercover’. 

“Anja!” You cried as you embraced her as tight as you could while Baldur was still strapped to your chest. 

“Sasha! What happened to you?! Everyone is freaking out! I had to lie and say you were sick to keep everyone from going into hysterics!” She explained before you told her what had happened to you, the whole time Anja in a constant state of horrified shock while she held and rocked Baldur in her arms.  

“Well I will come to you as often as I can, when he has his demands, I’ll take them and see what can be done. We don’t have much time!” She said before she left you and you felt relieved that at least your sister knew what had happened to you and would be your go between. She had always had your back. 

When Anja arrived back to the palace she innocently took up residence on your balcony before she walked through your room, moving the pillows she had used to fake your form so that it looked like you had rolled around in bed. But she gasped when one of your head guard, Rolf, came in. 

“Don’t you knock?!” Anja growled before she finished arranging the bed before she sat down to eat the meal that had been brought to you as he came and sat down next to her and helped himself to some of the food. 

“So how’s Fancy Pants doing?” He asked casually since he was the lead guard last night and it was because your sister was fucking him that he had dissmissed your other guardians. 

“Good, she’s calm and composed for now, thinking her rescue will come in a few days, I can’t wait to see how her colors change when she grows mad with worry, the poor bastard who took her cloak is a piece of work, classic tyranical king who thinks he’s a god blah blah blah.” She listed off as she shrugged nonchalantly before wiping the crumbs of the sandwhich off on her dress. Because truth be told, you were the “perfect daughter” who always did everything right and perfect and Anja was sick and tired of constantly being compared to you and being found less than like every other princess in your realm, that and the handsome fee she had gotten from Hongyen’s current royal consort who was wanting to be Empress was enough to turn your sister traitor to you. Anja had purposefully encouraged you to go on a solo flight last night because she needed you to be trapped by your own perfection and that heart of gold you had was the easeist way to do it because while others saw it as a strength, she felt she knew it to be your greatest weakness, besides your gulibility and naturally trusting nature. She had been shadowing Freydis in Kettegat for a while now, disguised as a simple maid and had used her black magic to suggest to Ivar to abandon his son in the woods that night in the hopes that you would hear the baby crying and come to its rescue, she and Rolf had even sat in a nearby tree to watch you duel with Ivar and had followed you to Kettegat to make sure you were at least safe and where to find you. Both of them grinning at each other when the transference took place and the price of your body guard’s loyalty was apparently your sister’s pussy in addition to a small percentage of the fee. 

“So at what point are we going to tell everyone she’s gone?” Rolf asked curiously. 

“Oh give it a few days of the ‘too sick to see anyone’. Chances are Hongyen will probably be relieved and move the date back by a year like he did with what’s her face.” Anja answered with a waive of her hand. “And hopefully, by then the Emperor and Empress will have moved on and found another “jewel” for their son’s crown. I mean if push comes to shove I have an imposter spell I’ll use to take her place because let’s be honest, the last thing the world needs is another perfect princess to make the rest of us look bad.” Anja grunted as she sat back in her chair in a very unladylike fashion before she belched. 

[nathaliehebner-blog]

If you knew when I drew this image...⠀ It was sketched out and everything last year, haha. I had stared at it every time I would get a chance and wistfully imagines painting it and what colors I would use. ⠀ And finally I get to. It’s sort of like a really weird realization on repressed desires type stuff, where I get this really odd fulfillment feelings while I paint it. And also, I’m taking it so slow, like I’m in no hurry ( it won’t be a while before this image is relevant to the Abalone Necklace) but if you have read the books on thoughtjelly.com , then you know why. : )⠀ ⠀ Why is she blue? It’s a night time shot, no worries. No blue skinned people in there so far : )⠀ ⠀ May you all keep on moving forward with your goals, even if it seems you go snail-paced, those little critters always get somewhere far.⠀ ⠀ 🐌✨ • • • • #paintingvideo #procreate #abalonenecklacecomics #keithhebner #colors #comiccolors #ipadproart #indiecomics #femaleartist #instacomic #instaart #nativeamericanlegend #feathercoat #owlmask #beadsjewelry #feathercostume #leatherskirt (at Bend, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrgYpZfhb0V/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12ge2xjbsg6es

[tiffanylabelle]

Loving My Feathers… Maybe because it’s our winter I’m creating wintery things… . . . . . . #lovingmyfeathers #feathers #feathercoat #featherjacket #feathergown #feathergowns #featherdress #featherdresses #featherdresscoat #featherdressed #overthetop #winteroutfit #falloutfit #lace #lacegloves #gloves #gloveslover #gloveslovers #glovesofinstagram #glovesfordays #gloveson #glovesplease #glovestagram #glovesswag #glovestyle #hautecouture #couture #couturedress #fashionillustration #tiffanylabelle_official

[shop28]

💗The Seville Feather Jacket by Mode & Affaire in Blush and Moss available in store and online at www.shop28.com.au #shop28 #shoplocal #northperth #angovestreet #australianlabel #australianfashion #womensfashion #featherjacket #feathercoat #winterfashion #zippayau #fashioninspo #modeandaffaire

[kitvinslakte]

THE THRYMSKWITHA.

Þrymskviða

The Lay of Thrym (English)

Source

Wroth then /was Wingthor, /awakening, /To find missing /Miolnir, his hammer. /He shook his beard /and shaggy head: /The son of Earth /sought how to find it.

First of all said he /the following word: /"Hear now, Loki, /what I tell you; /No one knows it, /nowhere on earth /Nor up in heaven: /This Ase's hammer is stolen!"

Went they to Freyja's /fair abode then; /First of all said he /the following word: /"Wilt to me, Freyja, /thy feathercoat lend, /If my hammer /may be recovered?"

Freyja says: /"I should give it thee, /gold though it were; /You might have it /even though of silver."

Flew then Loki, /feathercoat rustling, /Until he was out /of the Ases' court /[And was far within /the Iotons' home.]

On a mound sat Thrym, /Thurses' ruler, /For his greyhounds /gold bands plaiting, /[And smooth the manes /of his mares he combed.]

Thrym says: /"What ails the gods? /What ails the elves? /To the home of the giants /why journey alone?" /"Much ails the gods I /Much ails the elves! /Have you Hloritha's /hammer hidden?"

"I have Hloritha's /Hammer hidden: /Under eight miles /of earth it lies, /And such no one /shall see again /Save he first bring me /Freyja to wife!"

Flew then Loki, /feathercoat rustling, /Until he was out /of Iotonheim /[And was far within /the Ases' court.]

Thor he met there /in the midst of it. /First of all said he /the following word: /"Hast thou reward /worth thy labor? /Tell me up in air /all your tidings. /Oft the sitter /strays from his subject, /And one lying /lies most easily."

"I have reward /worth my labor. /Thrym has thy hammer, /Thurses' ruler; /And such no one /shall see again, /Save he first bring him /Freyja to wife."

They go the fair /Freyja to seek; /First of all said he/ the following word: / "Bind thyself, Freyja, /in bridal linen — /We two must journey /to the giant's home."

Wroth then was Freyja, /fairly snorting, /The Ases' hall all a-shaking; /[Broke then the famous /Brisinga necklace] /"Me wouldst thou think /man-crazy quite, / Should I journey with thee /to the giant's home."

Soon the Ases /were all at the Thing, /And the Asyniur,/ all to hold conference. /On this pondered /the powerful gods: How to recover /Hloritha's hammer.

Then said Heimdall, /whitest of Ases, /Of the future aware /as were the Vanir: /"Let us bind then Thor /in bridal linen. /Let him bear the famed /Brisinga necklace.

"And let clinking /keys hang from him, /And female dress /fall round his knees, /And let bright stones /his breast adorn, /And with much skill /make him a head-dress."

Then Thor replied, /that powerful god: /"Me wouldst all Ases /unmanly call /If I let you bind me /in bridal linen."

Said then Loki, /son of Lanfey: /"Be silent, Thor, /From such-like words. /Soon will the Iotons /In Asgard dwell / Unless thy hammer /to thee is returned."

Bound they Thor /then in bridal linen, /Had him bear the famed /Brisinga necklace.

And let clinking /keys hang from him, /And female dress /fall round his knees, /And let bright stones /his breast adorn, /And with much skill /made him a head-dress

Said then Loki, /son of Laufey: /"I'll also go /To act as maid; /We two girls journey /to the giant's home."

Directly the goats /then were driven home, /Thrust into harness — /they had to run well. /Mountains broke open, /the earth was aglow. /Into Iotonheim /went Odin's son.

Then did Thrym say, /Thurses' ruler: /"Stand up, Iotons, /strew the benches. /Now they fetch me /Freyja to wife, /Niord's daughter /of Noatun.

"Gold-horned cows /for the court prepare; /All-black oxen /for the Ioton's feast. /I own many jewels, /I own many gems: /I seemed lacking /alone in Freyja."

Early did there /the evening come, /And for the Iotons /ale was brought forward. /Thor ate an ox and eight salmon, /[All the tidbits /intended for women.] /Sif's husband drank /three hogsheads of mead.

Then did Thrym say, /Thurses' ruler: /"Didst e'er see a bride /That seemed so greedy? /I ne'er looked on one / with so large a mouth, /Nor on a maid /that more mead drank."

Sat a crafty /serving-maid there, /That found answer /to the Ioton's speech: /"Freyja has not eaten /for eight long nights, /So much she yearned /for Iotonheim."

Thrym stooped; /under her veil /he sought to kiss, /And then sprang back /the breadth of the hall. /"Why so frightful /are Freyja's eyes? /I believe they look /like burning coals."

Sat a crafty /serving-maid there, /That found answer /to the Ioton's speech: /"Freyja has not once slept /for eight long nights, /So much she yearned /for Iotonheim."

In came the giants' /joyless sister. /She dared to beg /a bridal gift. /"Grant me the ruddy /rings on your hands, /If you would merit /my good wishes. /[My good wishes, /my whole affection.]"

Then did Thrym say, /Thurses' ruler: /"To gain the bride, /bear in the hammer. /Lay now Miolnir /in the maiden's lap. /Make us husband and wife /by the hand of Var."

Laughed the heart in /Hloritha's breast /As the bold-hearted one /his hammer saw. /Thrym he slew first, /Thurses' ruler, /And the giants' kindred, /killed were they all.

Slew he the giants' /joyless sister, /Who had begged of him /a bridal gift. /She a stroke got /instead of shillings, /A stroke of the hammer /instead of rings. /[Thus again Thor got /his hammer.]