#persian bracelet

[ghoulgeists]

and also an ink doodle of ophiucus with his hair down :]

[armoreddragon]

A couple different people ordered sets of stretchy chainmail bracelets in fun colors. I really enjoy the stackability of these. Very modular.

These are available individually here, but pro tip: If you're gay you can use this listing to order stacks of these at a discount. I'll even do non-pride-flag colors if you want.

If you're straight you can still use that link to get the discount, you should just give the remainder to the nearest queer person.

[streetmaille]

Learn to make a Half Persian chain with my easy to follow DIY Kit! The chunky chain bracelet kit is great for trying out a new hobby and it makes a great gift 🎁

Comes in Silver, Black, and Gold Anodized Aluminum finishes: https://www.streetmaille.etsy.com/listing/979238472

[archangelsarchway]

Archaeology student Venture trying hard to charm the cute literature major girl that sits in their medieval studies classes. Endless rambling about ancient cultures and books to try and win you over. Can barely focus on the lecture when you're around. Yeah. College Venture <3

I love this concept gangalang! Im not in college (yet) so I don't have a first hand experience of what college is like, but I'll always try my best <3

I always headcanon that Sloan does enjoy reading the classics...

(wrote this in class)

You settle down in a seat in your medieval studies classroom, sitting in the middle section of the lecture hall. Not many people populated the classroom, just a few groups of people talking amongst themselves and getting settled down to take notes.

The professor started her lecture and you started people watching. Why did you have to choose this class...

You had a good view of most of the other students because everyone wanted to be close to the professor to hear her speak and record, but there was a person sitting 5 chairs down from you, sitting ramrod straight and trying to look nonchalant. Odd.

The professor mentioned something about a project and you snapped your attention back to her.

"... you will be studying the architecture of the Romanesque building style and you must work with another person for full credit..."

Oh now we have to work with another person. Great. You reach down into your bag to grab your laptop and supplies when—

"You know that even though we call them the Byzantines, they called themselves Romans?"

You jump a little bit and look up to see a person with wild curls, a chipped tooth and a eyebrow piercing. The same person sitting weirdly during the lecture. They're now sitting eerily close to you.

You feel awkward just staring at them without saying anything.

"If they called themselves Romans then why do we call them Byzantines?"

They seem shocked you asked a replied back and start stuttering.

"Well- because their capital city was called Byzantine before it was Constantinople and after that it was Istanbul after the Ottoman turks took it over..."

Now that you've gotten a good look at them, they're so handsome.. you catch a glimpse of a neck tattoo before they put their hand around their neck, rubbing it slightly.

"Sorry, I was talking too much— oh wait! Where's my manners, my name is Sloan– what's yours?"

You tell them your name and they seem to melt a little bit. You talk for a little bit more about the Byzantines and the topic of the project comes up again.

"You seem like you know a lot about history, Sloan. Do you want to work together?"

They freeze. They were about to pick up a piece of paper and they look like they were caught like a deer in headlights.

"Um."

Oh crap.

"We don't have to if you don't want to—"

"NO! No I want to work with you, like how the Delian league and the Peloponnesian league combined forces to defeat the Persians!!"

They're blushing and waving their hands around.

"Um- I'm free later this week, but I have to get to my Geology class now– this is my number, have a great day ill see you later bye!!"

They essentially sprint away after basically throwing a scrap of paper with scratchy numbers written on it. You see them run to a thin man with patchy blonde hair with ash and grime on his shirt, them both talking excitedly and you hear Sloan proclaim their "successful first blow against the walls of Constaninople."

Whatever. If there's something you love most, it's history nerds.

-+-

I didn't wanna make this too long but I actually love this idea so here's some headcanons that I wish I could have fit in here ;3

- sloan would give you crystals meant to increase focus

- sloan would ALSO give you crystals because they "thought you would like them" but they're just all those affection stones like rose quartz.

- omg

- sloan gives you necklace/bracelet with those kinds of stones

- Now that you're working together they still sit up very straight at the beginning of class, but they progressively get more relaxed as they talk to you

- before, they wouldn't dare to get within a normal line of sight with you

- hence sitting 5 chairs away

- junkrat cameo. Had to do it

- junkrat got so fed up with Sloan

- "Sloan, if you don't get your big pants on and talk to them I'm blowing up your fossil collection."

- "you wouldn't dare. And besides, they would hate me..."

- "I wouldn't touch your fossils... but Mako might."

- that was the final straw for them LMAO

[orderforbrian]

Day 6 - Time Travel for @jonmartinweek!

im late again but only bc i drew waayyy too much for this lol - i couldnt help it tho i really love those kid-centric aus where jon and martin's future kids come visit their s1 selves - they're just full of so many cute moments and little jokes 🤭 i'm also just a sucker for anything jmart kid related. plus watching s1 jon and martin, who have budged hardly an inch past absolute loathing, grapple with the fact they not only get married in the future but have KIDS too is soooooooo good 😆they get to talking and realize "oh god you really are my ideal partner ohno OHHH NOO"

[Start ID: Multiple images of Jon and Martin from The Magnus Archives as well as their future children for an AU. Jon is a thin Persian man with dark, curly hair streaked with grey and rectangular glasses. Martin is a fat, mixed Polish/Korean man with dark brown, wavy hair, browline glasses, and a beauty mark by his lip. 1st image: Jon and Martin are sitting at a wedding table decorated with flowers, a plate with half eaten cake, and a green napkin. Jon is wearing a white shirt with a dark green bowtie, his hair is slicked back into a low bun with some styled stray hairs. His black suit jacket covers the chair behind him. He has light beard and a gold column earring. Martin is wearing a white shirt with a dark blue bowtie, his hair is styled back as well and he wears a gold diamond drop earring. They sit side by side, noses almost touching - Jon smiles wholesomely at Martin, holding up a coupe glass of champagne, and Martin smiles back with his eyes closed, left hand resting around the base of his own coupe glass. Jon's left hand sits on top of Martin's, each hand has a gold band on the ring finger. The drawing looks like a polaroid, Jon's handwriting at the bottom says "Jonathan and Martin Blackwood-Sims. June 27th, 2023." Martin has placed a red heart sticker and written "J+M" in blue marker on the photo. 2nd image: Jon and Martin are older and pose with their children on their backs. Their children, Mina and Jules, have dark, curly hair like Jon's, Mina has a beauty mark by his right eye and Jules has one on her left lower cheek. In this image Mina has her hair tied back into two pigtails and is smiling with one tooth gone. She wears overalls with a scalloped shirt, a sensory bracelet on her right wrist, and sneakers. She is riding on Martin's back, gripping his shirt with one hand and lifting up the other one behind his head, laughing loudly. Martin side eyes her with mirth, his hair is more choppy and down past his shoulders, he has a patchy beard, and wears a simple lined shirt. In this image, Jules has her hair tied back into a ponytail and is wearing a t-shirt, jean shorts and sneakers with a star on them. She sticks her tongue out towards the camera and winks one eye, both her arms are laced around Jon's neck. Jon's hair is past his ears and he has a fully grown mustache and beard, he wears a collared short sleeve shirt. Underneath ths photo Jon writes "Picnic after 2nd year primary. Mina (7) Jules (8)." Martin has drawn a yellow sun and written in blue marker "too old!!" and a crying face. 3rd image: Mina and Jules (off frame) hold up multiple photographs to younger Jon and Martin (season 1). Martin is wearing a collared shirt and his hair is side parted, cut just past his ears. Jon has his hair slicked back aside from a couple large curls at the front and wears a suit jacket, collared shirt, tie, and vest. Martin and Jon stare down at the photos with flustered surprise, confusion, and disbelief, both blushing. Martin pinches one of the photos with his right hand. Jon holds his glasses in his right hand.

4th image is a 7 panel comic. Mina and Jules both wear glasses and school uniforms with a backpack, Mina wearing a tie and vest, her hair done in two braids, and Jules wearing a collared shirt and tie, her hair in a bob with two clips. 1st panel: Jules outstretches her hand while looking angry at Mina who is looking away with a huff. "We would've gotten here way sooner if you didn't have to stop and pet that dumb dog!!". 2nd panel: Jon crosses his arms and sneers at Martin, who is looking unimpressed and annoyed and holding a tea mug. "They get that from you...". 3rd panel: Mina points at Jules and retorts "Well if you weren't so impatient we wouldn't have gotten caught, stupid!!". 4th panel: Martin lifts up the tea mug to take a sip and shoots back to Jon, who frowns, "They get that from you...". 5th panel: Mina and Jules yell at each other with closed eyes and hunched shoulders, "UGH!!! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS ARGUING WITH ME!!!". 6th panel: A simplified drawing of Jon and Martin, one speech bubble connecting both of them saying "They get that from you". 7th panel: Jon and Martin whip around and stare at each other with offended anger, saying "ME?!".

5th image is of Mina and Jules in full color. They have the same descriptions as in the comic, the school uniform is a purple gray, the skirts plaid. Mina wears a green colored sensory bracelet and Jules wears a blue colored one. Mina has a nervous frown, a couple sweat marks coming off her head, while Jules smiles with quiet confidence, a couple gold sparkles by her head. They hold hands in the middle, Jules is slightly taller than Mina. Above Mina are the following words: Mina (Mia) *younger sibling *a bit shy *fave color is green *loves when Dad does her hair. Above Jules are the following words: Julia (Jules) *older (by 11 months) *more adventurous *fave color is blue *loves when Baba buys her ice cream. End ID.]

[bonebirds]

The Etsy store is back in business with a bunch of pride-themed bracelets. I'll be adding more over the next few days but we got helm weaves, full Persians, the rainbow cuff, and more weaves coming! ☺️ 10% off for June, ships from Canada.

Some colours and patterns need to be restocked after I tabled at a few markets these last few months. If you want a certain flag or colour and don't see it, just DM me through the store and I'll let you know what I can do.

Happy Pride! Store link here:

https://prismaille.etsy.com/

[lunannex]

Kaveh as a classical Persian dancer. Some notes about this below:

First of all, I want to point out that all of this is based on research and I’m not Persian myself (I’m Puerto Rican). It’s not 100% accurate but I tried to gather as much information as I could.

From what I read, historic performances of male dancers were common until the end of the Qajar Dynasty and beyond. Male dancers were viewed negatively due to the Iranian world’s perception of masculinity. It implied effeminacy and could even lead to disinheritance. Because of that, male dancers were (and still are) considered individuals who failed to realize idealized gender roles. As far as clothing goes, a lot of them tended to wear ambiguous clothing that had male and female elements to it.

The Qajar Dynasty had a lot of influence on the current form of Persian classical dance (that’s why it’s sometimes called Qajar Dance, and it got coined as “court dance” during that time too). I wanted to mostly base Kaveh’s outfit on fashion from that era, while still keeping elements of his in-game design. Anyway, onto the actual design!

Dancers usually use henna to draw attention to their hands and feet as they carry out movements.

Ghungroos: the anklets are used to highlight their rhythm and footwork

Jewelry: same as ghungroos, things like earrings, necklaces and bracelets were used to emphasize movementss

Khussa: during the Qajar Dynasty, many people would use those shoes with upturned toes because of how comfortable and convenient they are. They can be seen in a number of historical paintings.

Headpiece: Usually, dancers would wear something similar to a tiara or a small decorated hat with a feather at the front. The outfit is meant to be very ornate looking with bright colors to stand out and draw attention on stage.

The reason I didn’t make the skirt longer was due to a picture I found of a group of classical dancers where the male dancers seemed to wear them at knee-length.

To close this off: fuck the orientalism in this fandom.

Here you can find some of my sources

[humansofnewyork]

(9/54) “The club was called 𝘕𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘰 The Force. There were ten of us. We were all so different. But we were like charms on a bracelet, united by our love for Iran. It was nothing important: we’d graffiti our slogans onto walls. We’d stand on busy street corners and try to convert people to our cause. But it felt so important. We felt like we were building a new Iran around us. We held our meetings in an attic. We’d check the street for spies before we went inside. I had one of the strongest voices in the group, so I’d open each meeting by reciting a hymn about loving Iran. We’d review our activities from the previous week. Then Dr. Ameli would lead us in long discussions about the meaning of Iran. Dr. Ameli was a nationalist. But it wasn’t a nationalism of expansion. It was a nationalism of preservation. A nationalism based on history and culture, with respect for all people. That’s one of the very first things he taught us: ‘What is true, must be true for everyone.’ We learned that the Persian Empire began when Cyrus The Great united a group of nomadic tribes in 550 BC. Many consider Cyrus to be the founder of human rights. Whenever he conquered a new territory, he outlawed slavery. He allowed everyone to live with their own language and religion. In the ancient world Iranians were known as 𝘈𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘩. Free people. It’s even in the Shahnameh. When one of our champions is mistaken for an angel, he says: ‘I come from Iran. The land of the free.’ Listening to Dr. Ameli speak about the foundations of Iran, we felt like we’d discovered something hidden. An Iran built on ideals. 𝘙𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪. 𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪. 𝘋𝘢𝘢𝘥. An Iran built on freedom. 𝘈𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘪. During the final meetings of 𝘕𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘰 that I ever attended, we were joined by a girl named Parvaneh. She was a basketball player; and her voice was just as strong as mine. At the close of each meeting, we’d lead the group in the swearing of seven oaths. I don’t remember all seven, but I remember the final. To give our lives for Iran.”

 گروه خود را نیرو می‌نامیدیم. ده تن بودیم با ویژگی‌های گوناگون ولی چون مهره‌های یک دستبند - پیوسته و همپیمان در عشق به ایران. کارهای برجسته‌ای نمی‌کردیم: شعارهامان را بر دیوارها می‌نوشتیم. در خیابان‌های پر رفت و آمد ایستاده و رهگذران را با آرمان‌هامان و برای پیوستن به کوشش‌ها فرامی‌خواندیم. اندیشه‌ها را با همگان در میان می‌گذاشتیم. این تلاش‌ها برایمان بسیار با ارزش بود. احساس می‌کردیم در حال ساختن ایرانی نو در پیرامون خود هستیم. گردهمآیی‌ها را در بالاخانه‌ای برگزار می‌کردیم. پیش از ورود، ایمنی خیابان را بررسی می‌کردیم. گردهمآیی هفتگی ما با خواندن نیایش‌گونه‌ای به نام سرآغاز شروع و با پیمان‌نامه‌ای به نام هفت پیمان به پایان می‌رسید. بسیار پیش می‌آمد که من یکی از آن دو را با صدای رسا بخوانم. کوشش‌های هفته‌ی پیش را دوره می‌کردیم. آنگاه آژیر با ما به گفت‌وگو درباره‌ی ایران و فرهنگ آن می‌پرداخت. آژیر ملی‌گرا بود. نه ملی‌گرایی بر پایه‌ی کشورگشایی بلکه ملی‌گرایی بر پایه‌ی پاسداری از یگانگی سرزمینی و فرهنگ ملی. ملی‌گرایی بر پایه‌ی تاریخ و فرهنگ، بر پایه‌ی گرامیداشت همه‌ی مردمان زمین و میهن‌ها و فرهنگ‌هایشان. این نخستین درسی بود که به ما آموخت: «حقیقت آنست که برای همگان پذیرفتنی باشد.» آموختیم که بنیاد شاهنشاهی ایران با یکپارچه کردن قوم‌ها و تیره‌های گوناگون به رهبری کوروش بزرگ در سال ۵۵۰ پیش از میلاد نهاده شد. بسیاری کوروش بزرگ را بنیانگذار حقوق بشر می‌دانند. او به مردمان آزادی داد که با زبان و دین خود زندگی کنند. و هرگاه بر سرزمینی نو می‌رسید، بردگان و اسیران را آزاد می‌کرد. در دنیای باستان، ایرانیان با نام "آزاده" شناخته می‌شدند، مردمان آزاد. در شاهنامه نیز به این نامگذاری اشاره شده است. منیژه بیژن را می‌بیند و به او دل می��بندد. می‌پرسد آیا تو سیاوشی که زنده شده‌ای یا از پریزادگانی؟ پاسخ بیژن این است: سیاوش نیَم نَز پری‌زادگان / از ایرانم از شهر آزادگان. سخنان آژیر درباره‌ی بنیادهای فرهنگ ایرانیان دل و دیده‌ی ما را بر گذشته و آینده‌ی ایران می‌گشود، احساس می‌کردیم به رمز و رازهای ماندگاری آن دست یافته‌ایم. ایرانی ساخته شده بر پایه‌ی آرمان‌ها: راستی، نیکی و داد. ایرانی ساخته شده بر پایه‌ی آزادی. در یکی از واپسین گردهمآیی‌ها، تنی چند از دختران دانش‌آموز به ما پیوستند. در میان آنها دختری بود به نام پروانه، بسکتبال بازی می‌کرد؛ صدایی رسا و گیرا داشت. ایستادیم و در پایان گردهم‌آیی هفت پیمان را خواندیم. آخرین بند هفت پیمان از جان باختن به راه ایران می‌گوید

[protoindoeuropean]

wrt the new ea-nāṣir bracelet: so they chose the old persian template, which is the wrong cuneiform tradition to go with, and not (just) because that makes it the wrong time period by about 1300y, but mostly – in this case – because OP cuneiform doesn't lend itself to adaptation into latin characters nearly as well as babylonian would have

the Y just looks entirely wrong. OP cuneiform doesn't have diagonal wedges – maybe the word divider could count, but that's only top-left down-right diagonal 𐏐 so even for V, for example, you would have to combine the diagonal with a vertical wedge 𐏐𐏑 if anything. for Y, none of the options with diagonal wedges look ok because there is no short diagonal wedge; they should have probably gone with the '100' sign instead: 𐏕

babylonian cuneiform has many more signs with much more varied shapes so making something resembling the latin alphabet out of it would've just been so much easier 🙄

[edwinspaynes]

Okay so I possibly think too much about TSC BUT remember how James goes to the Carstairs' house for that awkward ass dinner in ChoI? I am genuinely baffled that his white British ass managed to eat the food without breathing fire because Persian food is generally pretty spicy (obviously I'm sure there are exceptions, but just roll with me for a second here). James absolutely seems like the type of guy who thinks that pepper is the pinnacle of spice.

So. What if a side effect of the bracelet is that James's taste is dulled in addition to his emotions and perception? He's just sitting there chomping away at the spiciest food possible and vibing because of Supernatural Mind Control and meanwhile none of the Carstairs notice because Our Lord and Saviour Alastair Carstairs is roasting Elias?

This is a funny idea to me on its own, but the idea of him going to his first dinner with the family post-bracelet is even funnier. They would all (rightfully) mock him horribly because he's sweating at the sight of food that he had absolutely no problem downing mere weeks ago. Cordelia is trying to figure out what's happening and James literally just cannot for the life of him figure it out. Cordelia asks Risa if she stopped adding milk to James's food and Risa is like "milk????? Why the hell do I need to adapt my recipes to his white ass??? I would never" and Cordelia's just scratching her head like ???? okay ????

Meanwhile Thomas is just chilling and eating his food because he's traveled a bit and likes trying new things, which has caused him to build up at least a bit of a spice tolerance. He's like "don't be a wimp, James, this is the most delicious homemade thing ever" and James is like HOW. THOMAS. HOW. And Alastair is just like, "that's my husband, bitches! Suck it, Cordelia!"

And Cordelia is still like ???????

[tbzhours]

universe

juyeon x you, soulmate au, royal au, angst

[summary] juyeon can see your past and you can see his future, yet he always wonders about the fallen tears in your eyes  [words] 2.3k [a/n] inspired by minhyun’s universe ♡

Juyeon had sneaked out of the palace grounds, wearing out of his royal attire as he walked into the crowded street market. He smiled, watching the harmonious business running smoothly in his town and the bargaining conversations filled with laughs and the birds chirping above. There was a proud look on his face before he walked past a jewelry stand, him taking a few steps behind to look at the persian blue bracelet that caught his attention. 

As if it was calling his name while the owner of the stand smiled silently, Juyeon reached for it as his hand brushed against another. He didn’t realize you were standing next to him, a stranger who he felt he had seen before. He became breathless, seeing your past run through his mind like he knew everything about you. 

For you, you could see his future. He was in a royal attire, holding your hand as he took you through the white flower fields. Your smiles were exchanged, your cheeks flush in red as your heart rushed throughout your veins. 

“You must be…?” Juyeon broke the silence, catching you staring still at him. He wanted to continue but he couldn’t leave your eyes too, astonished to find you, his soulmate, in such a crowded place. 

“And you must be… Prince Juyeon?” You assumed, knowing he’s really the prince of your town. There was a pause before he laughed. He never thought he’d hear his name being mentioned outside of the palace. He was fond of your small smile and his lips grew, quite amused at everything that was happening in just a matter of seconds. 

It didn’t take long for the day to turn to night when you both spent time together after that first moment, learning about each other more. You both were walking on the beach that night, your thoughts filled with just him as your heart calmed at the breeze. His hands were always on his back, one holding the other; you noticed. It must be the way of the royalties, you thought. It must be why he’s quiet. You stole a look and wondered what’s going on in his mind. 

Juyeon looked over at you, catching your gaze and it made him smile away when your smile grew as big as the shining moon. He wasn’t used to it, falling so easily that his heart kept racing at the sound of your breath. He didn’t even have the courage to hold your hand so he took a deep breath, stopping at the edge of the waves. Watching you go, he didn’t know if he was ready to take you into the royal walls.

It took you days to figure out Juyeon’s quiet nature. He was the next prince to be wedded and he must have been careful with his choices as a royal descendant. In fact, that was why it took a few weeks before he finally brought you in, meeting his father and mother, the king and queen, as well as the other important royals roaming in the walls. 

The visit was welcoming yet, a little off. All eyes were staring, like you weren’t invited; an intruder who wasn’t approved of. All wonderings about who you may be became real when Juyeon announced to them that you were the one he’d wed. 

Arrangements were made right away that you’d be living in the palace until the wedded day, which was in a few days. 

While the palace hustled, Juyeon sneaked into your room one night. He must do that often, you wondered when you were on the balcony of your room. The stars were dancing along beside the moon in the dark sky, as if they were whispering love secretly. You counted his steps to you until his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You didn’t say a word and cupped his hands with yours. He planted a light kiss on your temple, somehow comforting enough that you didn’t have to turn around to look at his sweet face. 

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Juyeon whispered, a sigh following when he looked up at the sky. Your light pat against his hand was an answer and when he turned to look into your beautiful eyes, he was smiling. It made you wonder how he could be so loving even at this moment of tension within the walls. “I can read it on your face.” 

It’s harder because of how comfortable his touches had become. Your lips peeked a smile then you turned yourself around so you could hug him back. Your hand found its way to his cheek, your thumb rubbing lightly there. Your feared eyes gazed in his as you whispered to him, “It’s not at all if you’re here with me.” 

Juyeon slowly kissed your lips, his lingering there in softness as if he never wanted to leave yours. He led you inside and laid you down on your bed. 

The way he touched you tonight, you knew you didn’t have to be scared of anything. 

The next morning, you woke up to a bad dream, a dream of him going through a course of losing you. You honestly thought all of those future scenes you kept seeing were over when you saw all of the happy moments of Juyeon’s life. They all seemed to vanish when all you could remember was you dying in his arms to what it seemed like the day of the wedding and the tears in his eyes, calling for you. 

Your outfits were hung in your room beside the vintage dresser and you remembered Juyeon slipping the bracelet that you both had reached for, onto your wrist last night. You thought it was silly of him to get a matching set and he had reasoned it was to remember your first meeting. That memory attempted to calm the tension in your mind as you held him tighter in your arms. 

You felt him moving, a guess that he had woken up at the sound of your beating heart. You faked a smile, looking up at his tired face that was so handsome. 

“Were you even allowed to sleep in my room?” You asked, which made him giggle, his voice vibrating ran through your chest. 

“Of course. I can do whatever I want.” 

“Really? Then I can do whatever I want too.” You planted a good morning kiss on his forehead. You could feel him smiling when he brought his hand up right behind your ear, giving you a kiss on the lips instead. 

There was a moment of silence when you both pulled back. Juyeon, of course, loved finding the sparkles in your eyes; they’re irresistible yet you found yourself seeing a blur. He caught it, his hand now at the edge of your eye to prevent any tears from falling. 

“Should we visit the beach today?” 

You enjoyed a nice breakfast with Juyeon before you were given a short tour around the palace. Quickly after, you both headed for the beach visit, like how you both had done the first time you both met. 

You both were walking, hand-in-hand, along the edges of the waters as he reminisced that night he couldn’t hold your hand. It’s amazing to him that he could now. 

You, on the other hand, haven’t asked him how his relationships were with the people of the palace, but instead, you were distracted by the way he smiled just now. He was in his head, you could tell and it made you smile too. 

“I have to wake up early tomorrow. The maids said it’ll take a while to get me in my outfit and makeup before we can meet.” Your arms swung together in unison as your bracelets brushed each other. 

“All of that just for me?” His smile turned into a grin and you were surprised that you almost laughed. 

“You mean, us.” You looked away at your walking feet, feeling them sinking into the sand in every little step as your laugh tickled his ears. 

“Of course.” Juyeon stopped in his tracks and pulled you to him so you could face him. The breeze was blowing against his hair while the sunset casted its orange light on the side of his face. Your eyes began to tear up, you’d blame the wind. His hand reached your cheek, caressing it, and he assured you, “And if anything happens, I’ll make sure to protect you.” 

You saw the softness in his eyes as he was probably thinking about what you’ve been through. Smiling was all you could do if you knew what would happen tomorrow. 

The next morning, Juyeon woke up to you not at his side. He recalled your conversation from the night before, seeing your white outfit gone. He couldn’t wait to see you. 

A few hours after he had gotten his black suit on, there was a knock on your door. He turned around from the mirror, not expecting a visitor, especially if he had been sleeping in your room. 

A messenger had relied on an order from the King, asking him to visit. Juyeon headed over to his father’s chamber, finding him looking out the window. It wasn’t a good sign, Juyeon sensed, and it must have something to do with you. 

The king turned around, expecting Juyeon there. 

“What is it that you had called for me, father?” Juyeon asked, his head lowering with an arm over his abdomen. 

His father cleared his throat and looked away. “I believe you knew about (Y/n)’s escape.” 

“They would not.” Juyeon looked up. His voice became stern, as if he was determined to fight for your life. “We are meant to be together, father. You know that.” 

“Your stars do not align, the fortune said.” His father had not given his son a look and he continued as he looked out the window again. “Even if they do, I do not allow you to marry someone I do not approve of.” 

“You know that’s not fair.” Juyeon took a step closer to his father though still so far. “What about you and mother? If you were able to be together, knowing you were meant to be, then how could you not allow me to face the same? Isn’t that the rules of life?” 

“You, my son, do not disobey my words!” His father finally looked at him when he raised his voice. 

“I must if you had taken away my happiness.” Juyeon confessed in a stern yet soft sound, making his father speechless. 

“You-” 

“Where have you taken them?” He interrupted and as he left the room, he had his sword in hand. 

On the way back to your room, Juyeon saw his mother walking, fast-pacing through a hallway. He followed her, noticing the locked door where she had walked away from and he knew you were in there. 

Unable to open it by hand, he had to kick it a few times before the doors opened. The room was dark as soon as the doors closed from behind. Looking in the distance, there was a glimpse of you in your wedded outfit but as he ran to you, he stopped at the sudden mirrors of you. His eyes widened, staring at each of them in confusion as if it was an illusion. 

It was a trap. Juyeon knew you were in one of them somehow, and he had to be careful when breaking these mirrors with the sword in his hand. Hurting you was the last thing on his mind as he took an attempt, breaking one after another successfully until there was only one of you. Seeing the real figure of you, last standing a few feet in front of him, clinched his heart. He was out of breath, watching how beautiful your tears wet your cheek. He walked up to you before you fell off your feet. He caught you in his arms before you could reach the floor. 

Slowly falling onto his knee with you in his arms, he whispered your name, in hopes that you’d open your eyes. The light from the little window at the end of the room casted a perfect round light against the both of you when you exhaled, eyes barely meeting his. 

“Sorry.” You managed to say. 

“For what?” Juyeon’s voice aspirated quietly because he didn’t want you to know he was crying. Your soft smile made his tear drop onto the side of your cheek where he was caressing. 

“I saw this scene yesterday, you using your sword on me… me dying in your arms.” You took a breath as he shook his head, his lips getting smaller. 

“You’re not dying, my love.” Juyeon whispered, his voice slow and shaking. He pressed a kiss onto the side of your lips then his arm found its way below your legs before he carried you up into his chest. 

Juyeon took you out of the palace walls through a hidden alley and into the forest where a treehouse was hidden within that you both only know. 

You heard the birds chirping the next day, finding yourself in his arms again. You realized how different what happened yesterday from the dream you just woke up from. You saw Juyeon walking on the beach with you, smiling like there’s tomorrow to look forward to and the presence of your bracelets for the first time in your dreams. When you looked up at him, you knew that this would be the last future vision you would ever see, seeing how happy he looked. There wasn’t a worry anymore about what would come. 

You snuggled in his chest, falling back asleep right when Juyeon woke up. He checked if you were still in his arms before he pulled you closer, even though all spaces were already covered. He planted a kiss on your temple before he sighed. His lips formed a little soft smile, knowing that happiness stays when you’re with him, just like how fate had brought you both together.

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[historical-closet-raider]

Fashion Plate Friday

Fashion plate from the November 1823 edition of Ackermann's Repository.

Description in Ackermann's:

"FULL DRESS. Lace dress over a blue satin slip: the corsage full, supported in the centre by a row of white satin leaves formed into a stomacher in front, and shaped behind by blue satin lacings: very full sleeve, separated into bouffants by blue satin Vandykes extending half way up the sleeve, and is finished by a broad Vandyke lace: blue satin band, with radiated leaves behind. The skirt is elegantly ornamented with a row of white satin uniform flowers and an antique wreath of leaves in Moravian work, with a very rich embroidered border of flowers beneath, united by semi-circular branches and roses to a pyramidal border that surrounds the bottom of the skirt. Tucker, of a double row of fine tulle: a small bouquet on the right side of the bust. The hair a la Madonne in front, with plaited bands round the head, and a bow at the back; demi-wreath of Persian roses behind. Earrings, necklace, and bracelets of dead gold. White kid gloves trimmed a la Francaise. Transparent painted horn fan. White satin shoes."

[johnnyhatesducks]

Nobody understands my vision about my crackship/crossover so I will give you headcanons that I made with my friend @little-keyra

1. Michael and Nandor met at night improv classes.

2. Michael with his super violent improvisations and Nandor kind of liked them and there they are both in a fighting improvisation. Nandor wants to fight with swords and win and Michael keeps killing him with guns

3. Michael wants to touch his hair all the time

4. Michael wants to try on Nandor's "extravagant" clothes

5. When Nandor told him that he was a vampire, Michael thought he was acting, just as he has his characters, he thought that Nandor had a character that was a vampire and he played along.

6. Michael sometimes makes jokes about Nandor's nationality, because Nandor is Persian and his kingdom was in Iran. So you expect a lot of jokes about terrorists.

7. Michael tries not to be offensive anymore with the topic that Nandor is a vampire, like, he gets offended when he sees people dressed as vampires (he dresses up as a vampire)

8. He puts on vampire teeth when he goes to Nandor's house, to understand the vampire culture/condition

9. Guillermo dislikes Michael

10. Guillermo tried to kill Michael several times, Michael does not know that Guillermo tried to kill him and wants to be his friend

11. Michael helps Guillermo with his family duties because he wants to be his little friend

12. Michael thinks that giving vials full of his blood to Nandor is a very good proof of love, but he faints every time he tries to draw blood.

13. He presumes that he has an "exotic" boyfriend due to Nandor's persian features.

14. He asked Oscar for advice to win him over and also to prepare because he knew he was going to be the bottom

15. While they were friends I bet they had friendship bracelets

16. Michael would definitely ask where the male clitoris is.

17. Michael and Nandor have nights for everything they do. A movie night, a karaoke night, a board game night, etc.

18. Michael bought a coffin to get used to when the time came. And he started sleeping during the day on the weekends. He put stikers on it, he has blankets and stuffed animals, in case Nandor comes too

19. Michael usually leaves work at 5 and goes home to do things, at 7-8 he goes to Nandor's house and probably returns home around 12 at night.

20. Nandor just wakes up at 8 and Michael is sleep-deprived, but generally he's just waiting for him like "😁", super happy and excited

21. In the end Guillermo warms up to him, because I'm genuinely sure that Michael thinks it's super cool to be a familiar. Think it's like being family or best friends

22. Michael tries to ensure that there are fewer people murdered for blood. He probably goes to blood banks to ask for blood or, failing that, he draws it himself. There have been many fainting

23. He has also tried to get Toby killed

24. When out with Nandor, Laszlo and Nadja, Michael tries to dress the same as them.

I'm so crazy about them that there are almost 50 HCs of them that me and my friend made

[tiaramania]

Tiaras Owned by Queen Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom

This is not a list of all tiaras owned by the British royal family. It is just the tiaras that I think were owned by Queen Elizabeth II. It is also by no means a complete list because we really have no idea what tiaras are still in the vaults at Buckingham Palace and the information about who owns what jewels is kept purposefully vague.

King George IV’s Diamond Diadem

Queen Adelaide‘s Hanover Fringe Tiara

Queen Victoria’s Oriental Circlet

Queen Victoria’s Ruby, Lasque Diamond, & Pearl Tiara

Queen Alexandra’s Kokoshnik Tiara

Queen Mary’s Girls of Great Britain & Ireland Tiara

Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother’s Bracelet Bandeau Tiara

Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother’s Strathmore Rose Tiara

Queen Elizabeth II’s Brazilian Aquamarine Tiara

Queen Elizabeth II’s Burmese Ruby Tiara

Queen Elizabeth II’s Sapphire Tiara

Grand Duchess Maria Pavlovna of Russia’s Vladimir Pearl Drop Tiara

Owned by Queen Elizabeth II but currently or recently loaned out to a family member

Queen Mary’s Delhi Durbar Tiara - Queen Camilla

Duchess of Teck’s Crescent Tiara - Queen Camilla

Dame Margaret Greville’s Honeycomb Tiara - Queen Camilla

Queen Mary’s Lovers Knot Tiara - Princess of Wales

Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother’s Halo Scroll Tiara - Princess of Wales

Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother’s Lotus Flower Tiara - Princess of Wales

Countess of Wessex’s Anthemion Wedding Tiara - Countess of Wessex

Queen Elizabeth II’s Small Aquamarine Tiara - Countess of Wessex

Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother’s Double Meander Tiara - Princess Anne (only worn once)

Queen Mary’s Diamond Bandeau Tiara - Duchess of Sussex (only worn once)

Queen Mary’s Fringe Tiara - Princess Beatrice (only worn once)

Dame Margaret Greville’s Emerald Tiara - Princess Eugenie (only worn once)

Tiaras that might have been owned by Queen Elizabeth II because we don’t have any information about them being sold or broken up but they also haven't been seen in a long time

Queen Mary’s Diamond Lozenge Tiara

Queen Mary’s Sapphire Bandeau Tiara

Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother’s Persian Turquoise Tiara (possibly back in the vault like the Lotus Flower Tiara)

So that totals out to 27 tiaras, I wouldn’t be surprised if the number is actually higher.  I fully expect all of them to have been inherited by King Charles III because in the UK items passed from monarch to monarch are not subject to inheritance taxes. This is an updated version of an older list here, there's also all of the tiaras actually worn by Queen Elizabeth II here, and how ownership of the tiaras works here.