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mothlingmeg · 8 months
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gorgeous creatures | we don’t deserve moths
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moth-a-day · 4 months
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ghostly silk moth
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Bart C for credit
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erisgekko · 1 month
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cute moth girlie cuz its my birthday
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oatymilks · 2 years
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lini - ghostly silk moth
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onlineantiques · 2 years
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I love these eerie ghostly webs, but which species of caterpillar is it and what moth/butterfly do they turn in to? Look how much silk they have spun! #caterpillars #nature #silk #webs #wildlife #moths #butterflies #silkwebs #webworms #ghostly #eerie #halloween https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd3XskHoh3F/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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heartfullofleeches · 1 month
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How about Ghostly silk moth or Tolype Velleda darling?(Honestly find ghostly silk moths really pretty and Tolupe are really fluffy)
someone suggested goth moth darling and either of these work pretty well. RIT (rest in tits because anon also mentioned them having big titty) Adonis. Tis a death few lucky souls face
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legion-art · 2 months
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a new life, a new look
based off the ghostly silk moth
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jadegretz · 3 months
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Catwoman: Burglar of Hearts by Jade Gretz
Gotham nights thrummed with a symphony of discord. Sirens warbled, car horns moaned, and beneath it all, the city's very fabric pulsed with a restless heartbeat. Catwoman, perched on a gargoyle overlooking the snarled traffic, felt the rhythm in her bones. But tonight, a new melody wove its way into the familiar chaos, a wisp of sound like cobwebs on the wind.
It was a whisper, barely audible, yet sharp enough to prickle the hairs on her neck. It came from the labyrinthine alleys below, twisting through the shadows like a lost cat searching for home. Curiosity, that feline itch she could never quite scratch, propelled her down.
The alley, choked with overflowing dumpsters and graffiti murals depicting monstrous nightmares, felt different tonight. The air here hummed, not with the city's usual electric tension, but with a spectral chill. The whisper, louder now, seemed to guide her, beckoning her deeper into the fetid maze.
She traced the sound to a boarded-up storefront, its cracked windows like blind eyes staring into the gloom. A name faded above the doorway: "Madame LeClair's Parlor of Whispers." Catwoman chuckled, a low, throaty sound that echoed eerily in the stillness. A fortune teller's den swallowed by the city's belly, another forgotten relic in Gotham's museum of decay.
But something about the abandoned parlor gnawed at her. The whisper, now insistent, emanated from within, a mournful symphony woven from secrets and regrets. Cautiously, she pried open a boarded window, a moonbeam slicing through the dust like a celestial scalpel.
Inside, the air hung heavy with a cloying sweetness, the scent of long-dead incense and forgotten dreams. Cobwebs draped the velvet curtains, and moth-eaten tarot cards lay scattered on the floor like fallen leaves. The whispers coalesced around her, forming words, a tale of betrayal and vengeance whispered from beyond the veil.
An ethereal form shimmered into existence: a woman, draped in shimmering silk, her face veiled in shadow. Her eyes, though, burned with an unnatural luminescence, pools of sorrow and rage. "Help me," she pleaded, her voice a ghostly echo. " …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)
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abelflints · 3 months
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hello it's me again! i just wanted to know if Vax has a favourite butterfly or moth?
thank you in advance!
Hi!! I'll put this answer under the cut too 😊
There are a lot of moths and butterflies he likes, but, one I think looks really cool is the ghostly silk moth:
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Other moths and butterflies which are also up his alley are the caletta silkmoth, the atlas moth which is really big, the death's-head hawk moth, the lorquin's admiral butterfly, and the blue morpho butterfly. And he's also a fan of mothman, haha, although that's obviously not an actual... species. lol. And the dragontail isn't one of my V's favourites, but if I had to personify him as a butterfly I might make him either the blue morpho butterfly that I mentioned before, or, a dragontail butterfly, because it has the same cyan colour on it as his left eye, and also when I was looking at dragontail butterfly photos, I mistook the transparent part of their wings as brown like his right eye!
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Anyways, thank you for asking! Bye! 🙂
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mothlingmeg · 8 months
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moth taxidermy makes me feral | one day i will have one 😫
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bugs-are-nifty · 10 months
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I have found the list of our current members. To my knowledge it is still accurate. Now I must rest, my aching bones need to sleep
Sincerely, Granny Long Legs
Bug species -- Name ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Atlas Moth -- Mark Mosura
Bumble Bee -- "Bee King"
Daddy Long Legs -- "Granny Long Legs"
Praying Mantis -- "Manti"
Orchid Mantis -- Ochi "Oreo" M.
Tarantula -- Talyn Y.
Scorpion -- Scarlet S.
Scorpion -- Samara S.
Katydid -- Katherine M.
Fly -- Figaro F.
Water Strider -- Walter S.
Saharan Silver Ant -- Sarai A.
Lightning Bug -- Lawrence Q.
Giant Leaf Insect -- Fern P.
Wavy Maplet Butterfly -- Wilma M.
Centipede -- Hailey Z.
Wasp -- Carla Y.
Cicada -- Ida C.
Stag Beetle -- Stella B.
Darner Dragonfly -- Pia R.
Ladybug -- Lydia B.
Chinese Moon Moth -- David J.
False Tiger Moth -- Quizel J.
Silk Moth -- Steve M.
Waved Sphinx Moth -- Kalliope W.
Rosy Maple Moth -- Flint L.
Monarch Butterfly -- Prince K.
Ghostly Silkmoth -- Nico H.
Luna Moth -- Sun O.
Mexican Bluewing -- A. Alfaro
White Witch Moth -- M. Reid
Death's Head Hawkmoth -- Cedrick E.
Spanish Moon Moth -- Santiago R.
The Southern Festoon -- Shirley J.
Plume Moth -- Marvin D.
Diving Beetle -- B. Ryder
Giant Water Bug -- Erika S.
Queen Alexandra's Birdwing -- Tatiana F.
Snail -- L. Friesan
Pill Bug -- Violet R.
Wharf Roach -- Teri S.
Hermit Crab -- Harriet C.
Cricket -- Joe C.
Violin Beetle -- I. Lawson
Horned Elephant -- Gullane U.
Rosalie Batesi Beetle -- Viro P.
Saw Stag -- J. Pine
Great Purple Emperor -- A. Gennadi
Bagworm -- Rachel E.
Great Raft Spider -- Desiree V.
Orchid Mantis -- Orion M.
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meows-on-you · 7 months
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Meet Revillo!
Revillo is my fursona! She's a Moth Scull Cat thingie!
He skull is fleshy and can actually emote! [How? Moth magic ofc!]
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Revillo's wings are based off of the Small Emperor Moth, Spanish Luna Moth, and the Ghostly Silk Moth!
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solargeist · 2 years
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Did you know there's a moth called the ghostly silk moth? Just thought you should know.
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I didn’t know that !! But they look super neat !!
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[Fabric; As meaning and material,]
I feel I could write an essay on the potential of fabric. The meaning of it. The stories behind it. The connection I feel with texture. – I did a level textiles, it was my favourite and as the years from that moved forward I learnt more and more why. – Textiles and fabric are art pieces themselves. From artists and mother nature. / To create textiles from hand, the process is an art itself. The starting point of crating textiles is to collect material from the natural world, plants, earth. A grounding, peaceful, pure material. An element. In some ways, maybe. Look around you, on you, below your feet, it’s all textiles, isn’t it? It’s nostalgic too. I often dream back to the bed sheets I had as a child, the ones with silly patterns and bright colours; and as they were used, they got scratchy and faded, but we kept them anyway, and still have them now. My heart is happy when is see the old fairy pillow cases. A memory from textiles. – But not only with us, or strangers passing by. A spider who spins her web of silk, she makes a textile home of thread. Moths. Even birds, she collects textures, anything she can find which she loves, for her home. Wool. Animal fibres. Textiles is engraved in our physical and mental lives as comfort and belonging, isn’t that magnificent?
to cut, to tear, to repair. – to wash, to start over.
to hold, as warmth, as comfort, as home.
delicate, fragile, elegant.
transparent, ghostly, vulnerable.
soft, childhood…
to make - as a quilt, a pillow, a carpet
to hang – movement ‘alive’, breathing ‘human’ … to anthropomorphise through space + touch
Silk,
I am in love with silk. For the same reasons as textiles. – But silk is more. Silk is delicate, fragile, beautiful, expensive, ghostly. As a medium, silk as a personality. Everyone is drawn to silk, the touch of it. But what about the concept? - It’s otherworldly presence. The translucency of silk describes ‘presence and absence’ for me. It’s ‘almost there’ ‘almost not’. The ghost of textiles. (I often see silk tampered and textured, not layered upon itself, why?)
/ I think back to my work on the uncanny valley during 1st year. And my strong beliefs in a word beyond our own. Especially in places like Enfield and Falmouth. I think there is a blanket, a veil, between what we can see and interact with (our space and time), and what we cannot (the other side?? not exactly the afterlife, but the in-between of that… it’s difficult to explain) And in certain places there is a slight tear in the veil where words can cross over, not in a harmful way, but a curious way. I think this veil is like silk. So beautiful, yet strangely eerie.
I want to work with textiles this term. I was gifted a sewing machine by my mother on the 22nd birthday recently. I had covid, so I was stuck in my room, experimenting with it, learning it and treating it like a pet I loved. I was gifted my mother’s nana’s sewing things with it too. I was stunned. These bobbins, threads and silks are sentimental to my mother, the sewing box has been acting as my mother’s bed side table since I can remember. A little dark brown wooden table whose lid opened. I want to make these into something so special. Something to sew together, a memento of a memory of a memory… of a memory… of a memory…
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astrolotte · 3 years
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May I present to you: Fae Royalty Roman. aka ‘mothroman part two: ghostly silkmoth boogaloo’
the quality is horrible bc It Be Like That Sometimes so it’s highly edited to make the colors stand out more... as much as they can
Those lil dots on his arms and face are supposed to be like the fake eyes (aka spots) that you see on moths and butterflies! Ro’s wings (again, the wings of a ghostly silkmoth, which are my new favorite moth [not that I had a favorite moth, I was scared of them {still am, but I somehow also like them now?}]) have those fake eyes, too.
The dots glow when he’s angry, along with the fake eyes, which looks pretty intimidating when his wings are fully extended against his back
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Cloaks, 1: The humble cloak has a rich history in tabletop roleplaying games, D&D especially with it having its roots based on Lord of the Rings and medieval fantasy. A heavy dark cloak with a deep hood is perfect for instantly creating a mysterious stranger at the other end of a tavern, their face obscured by the deep cowl. A cloak is often a cornerstone of a PC’s appearance and enchanted ones even more so. The following is a collection of unique descriptions of cloaks for DM’s to give to their players as magical or mundane loot and for players to use during character creation to help flesh out their personal style.
A dark grey, military style shoulder cloak clasped by a silver brooch in the shape of a bridge of stone, lit by ruby flames. The back of the brooch bears an inscription that reads: “First in, last out.”
A tattered red cloak that patches itself up whenever the bearer sleeps in a graveyard.
Cloak of the Aardvark: A nondescript light brown cloak, which causes the bearer to develop a slightly longer tongue and a mild but persistent craving to eat ants.
A beautiful cloak whose tattered silk designs resembles the dusty wings of a moth in flight.
A sturdy leather cloak with a large number of interior pockets. Every day at noon, a random worthless object appears in one of the pockets. The item vanishes back to whence it came if not removed from the pocket within one hour. The items are never worth more than a few coppers, never quite useful and are always small enough to physical fit into the average pocket. After inspecting a few of the objects the cloak produces, the bearer experiences the nagging feeling that the cloak is just stealing junk out of other people’s pockets. ---Note: The items that appear are always at the GM’s discretion. I personally recommend making use of the many Worthless Trinket Tables from this blog to get ideas.
A cloak comprised completely of gleaming iridescent feathers. It is heavier and much more durable than a cloak of feathers has any right to be.
An iridescent blue cloak the color of the sea that appears to ebb and flow of its own accord.
A worn patchwork gleeman’s cloak. Each brightly colored square patch is unique and the cloak sports a dazzling array of combinations of colors, patterns, fabrics and symbols.
A well-made black cloak that is completely waterproof. But looks as if something is occasionally...writhing beneath the cloth. This is disconcerting to observers, but the bearer never sees it.
A Randomly Colored oilskin cloak with the phrase “Random Motto” stitched along the interior of the tip of the hood. With the hood pulled low, the bearer can feel the spirit of the motto press against their consciousness, attempting to guide his decisions. The influence is subtle and never forces the bearer to violate any firmly held beliefs.
—Keep reading for 90 more cloaks.
—Click Here for a complete list of every trinket table
—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.
A dark grey, military style shoulder cloak clasped by a silver brooch in the shape of a bridge of stone, lit by ruby flames. The back of the brooch bears an inscription that reads: “First in, last out.”
A tattered red cloak that patches itself up whenever the bearer sleeps in a graveyard.
Cloak of the Aardvark: A nondescript light brown cloak, which causes the bearer to develop a slightly longer tongue and a mild but persistent craving to eat ants.
A beautiful cloak whose tattered silk designs resembles the dusty wings of a moth in flight.
A sturdy leather cloak with a large number of interior pockets. Every day at noon, a random worthless object appears in one of the pockets. The item vanishes back to whence it came if not removed from the pocket within one hour. The items are never worth more than a few coppers, never quite useful and are always small enough to physical fit into the average pocket. After inspecting a few of the objects the cloak produces, the bearer experiences the nagging feeling that the cloak is just stealing junk out of other people’s pockets. ---Note: The items that appear are always at the GM’s discretion. I personally recommend making use of the many Worthless Trinket Tables from this blog to get ideas.
A cloak comprised completely of gleaming iridescent feathers. It is heavier and much more durable than a cloak of feathers has any right to be.
An iridescent blue cloak the color of the sea that appears to ebb and flow of its own accord.
A worn patchwork gleeman’s cloak. Each brightly colored square patch is unique and the cloak sports a dazzling array of combinations of colors, patterns, fabrics and symbols.
A well-made black cloak that is completely waterproof. But looks as if something is occasionally...writhing beneath the cloth. This is disconcerting to observers, but the bearer never sees it.
A Randomly Colored oilskin cloak with the phrase “Random Motto” stitched along the interior of the tip of the hood. With the hood pulled low, the bearer can feel the spirit of the motto press against their consciousness, attempting to guide his decisions. The influence is subtle and never forces the bearer to violate any firmly held beliefs.
A luscious bison fur cloak with horn buttons. The style seems to be that of a backwoodsman bachelor who had more time and energy than actual skill.
A Randomly Colored cloak that always flaps gently, as if pushed by a slight breeze.
A tan leather cloak that writhes as though alive and screams when damaged.
A thick hide cloak lined with a strange blue fur. The fabric is cut to hang on the bearer in a traditionally Random Humanoid Race style.
A feathered cloak which changes its coloring to match whatever bird is closest.
A double lined cloak. One side it is a dull, dreary brown; the inner lining is black. The cowl is particularly capacious.
A full yellow cloak with large silver clasps and symbols of the divine aspect of Random Neutral Domain boldly presented in dark green.
A once-fine cloak, maroon colored with a gold trim, now somewhat torn and worn from age. Careful examination reveals a hidden pocket containing a signet ring with a gold wyvern crest.
A reversible cloak. The outside is black while the inside is a gaudy gold color. The wearer can flip the cloak from one side to the other in just a few seconds using both hands.
A leathery grey cloak made from stitched ghoul skin. This unholy garment is cold to touch and causes revulsion in living creatures that see it.
A dire bear pelt fashioned into a cloak fit for an ogre, bound by a large, crude pewter clasp.
A cloak of griffon feathers set on black velvet. The material is warm, wind resistant and lightweight, perfect for a griffon knight.
A voluminous cloak with a large hood that comes halfway down the bearer's face. The cloak’s exterior is completely waterproof and the wool inner lining is snug, warm and removable. The exterior of the cloak is covered in a whorled camouflage pattern of green’s, brown and blacks. The interior has several pocket of varying sizes making the cloak perfect for wilderness travelling and adventuring.  
A heavy cloak made from the fur of a polar bear. The material is ridiculously warm and will keep its bearer alive and moving despite frigid artic conditions.  
A black cloak embroidered with a web-like pattern in white silk
A brown robe covered with an embroidered pattern of dozens of open eyes. Creatures around the bearer always have the disturbing sensation that they’re being watched.
A blonde cloak woven from human hair, that weeps softly for an hour if blood is spilled in its vicinity. The hair is always clean, silky and shiny no matter what happens to it.
A reversible linen cloak that has an outer layer of fabric in a mottled black pattern and an inner layer of a bright Random Bright Color. Reversible cloaks are worn for the sake of fashion, in theatre performances, or to aid a quick appearance change as part of a disguise. This cloak in particular was most definitely used for the latter as knowledgeable PC’s will notice that the cloak’s clasp has the emblem of a notorious thieves’ guild worked into its design. A practiced bearer using both hands, can undo the clasp, flip the cloak and redo the as an action equivalent to drawing a weapon.
An audaciously red cloak that if worn around certain seedier districts in town might attract the attention of lonely individuals looking for a date for the evening. Their treat of course…
A brown and tan cloak that resembles a massive, flat slug with a bronze clasp covered in patina. When worn, slugs, snails and any creatures resembling them are non-hostile toward the wearer of the cloak until provoked.
A loose fitting bright yellow cloak cut in a feminine style. More than a dozen small silver bells are sewn into the fabric and twinkle with every step the bearer takes.
A ghostly, pale white translucent cloak, that billows on its own volition.
A white cloak whose golden accents glisten (even in darkness) whenever it billows. The mere sight of the cloak bring hope.
A black satin cloak decorated with golden stars.
A sky-blue velvet cloak decorated with vines and flowers along the edges in thick silver embroidery.
A perpetually damp, light grey cloak which always leaves a faint trail of mist in the bearer's wake.
A cloak woven from airy linen, with intricate silver patterns stitched along its edges. The cloak's clasp is an ancient medallion, which radiates a faint aura of wisdom.
A snowy white cloak of thick wool whose many folds hold an aura of purity and peace of mind.
A dirt-stained cloak that was woven in shadow from the burial shroud of a condemned murderer.
A dark hooded cloak, decorated with embroidered comets, moons, and stars along its edge.
A large bearskin cloak that is almost too big for a human to wear comfortably. When the bearer becomes angry, the hairs on the cloak bristle menacingly.
A garish, red velvet cloak, embroidered with gold-threaded patterns of masked harlequins engaged in acts of sinister revelry.
A fireproof cloak made of dragon wing skin, trimmed with Randomly Colored scales. It naturally flutters towards gold no matter the wind direction.
A purple cloak that seems sheer at times and opaque at others. It is soft to the touch and light as a feather.
A swirling multi shaded grey, shiny (Nigh-wet looking) leather cloak that looks more like wet granite.
A tattered and faded, black linen cloak. Although it has seen better days it is perfectly serviceable and instills the bearer with a deep sense of grim determination to keep pushing on despite the odds or costs.
A hooded dark blue cloak with silver edges and a line going down the middle in silver with motif of white flowers embroidered into it.
This cloak is fur-lined and clasped by a golden livery collar. The fabric of the cloak and appearance of the livery collar changes to bear the heraldic insignia and personal colors of the creature who wears it.
An ancient silk robe that shimmer with the twinkling light of a thousand stars.
A heavy cloak fashioned from the scales of a mighty sea dragon. The scales are skillfully joined together and the cloak can be drawn tightly around the body, creating a covering that is light, flexible, yet incredibly tough.
A cloak woven from the hair of innocents, dyed with the blood of sorcerers and imbued with the essence of a star stolen from the night’s sky.
A hard, waterproof sea cloak that resembles a large octopus. The baggy hood looks like an octopus mantle while the cloak itself simulates the rubbery webbing between an octopus’s tentacles and the corners have tentacle-like tassels.
A jute cloak that changes its appearance to match the current season. Its color is bright green in spring a darker green in summer, red and orange in fall, and brown and white in winter. If the material is not exposed to sunlight, the cloak gradually turns grey until it is refreshed by natural light. ---Note: In areas with other natural seasons such as flooding, drought of typhoons the cloak may change to new colors as per DM discretion.
A thick leather cloak, charred and blackened around the edges and always smells faintly of the soot of a recent fire.
A mottled green cloak with a pair of colorfully hemmed slits in its hood. Although impractical for most races, it is perfect for the long ears of the elves with fit comfortably into the slits.
A hooded cloak made of various patches of unidentifiable leather, all obviously from different types of creatures. The cloak fastens in the front with a belt like a bathrobe.
A checker patterned cloak of black and white that imparts the bearer with a deep yearning to play skill-based, board games.
A cloak of faded and patchwork design sporting heraldry of a great many nations and cities. It seems to give a comforting warmth to the bearer and the open road feels more like home with it on. After some time with it on, the bearer may notice a new patch on the cloak; A bloodstained piece of heraldry from the bearer's homeland.
A soft, fuzzy cloak with a buckle on each corner. It is pale brown with a green hill in the middle and a row of red stars above the hill.
Cloak of the Endless Sky: A long cloak fashioned of broad overlapping blue and white ribbons attached at the neck, but not affixed elsewhere. This construction allows access for wings or other appendages to operate freely.  The cloak is clasped with a silver cloud. Instead of ceilings, roofs, tree cover or other overhead objects, the bearer perceives open, clear, blue skies dotted with clouds on all surfaces above himself. The bearer can suppress this illusionary effect at will if needed but while active the bearer becomes immune to the effects of claustrophobia. This is greatly appreciated by bearers capable of natural flight who are often uncomfortable in the caves, crypts and dungeons that adventures so often find themselves in.
A noble's cloak made of high quality cloth, with gold and silver thread stitched into the hem.
A light, loose fitting burlap cloak, with a generous sized hood that can fit over even the largest of helmets.
A shimmering cloak that seems to be spun from pure quicksilver. Its form constantly ripples and flows around the bearer and light dances across its surface.
A rust-red cloak made of slick satin. Rips, tears and stains done to it are instantly mended when fresh blood is poured or prayed over the damaged area.
A draping black cloak that turns into a sparkling mantle of tiny, cascading stars when worn.
A full-cut black cloak that hangs to mid-boot. Cut to overlap on the chest and cover the bearer's arms, it has a high collar and a separate pullover hood. It is embroidered with a white upraised human palm in a circle on the right collar, a purple dragon on the left collar, and another on the center point of the hood (So that it is displayed to the rear when the hood is pulled back).
A white silk cloak embroidered with a large grey spider on the back and webs radiating across its surface.
A cloak of mysterious emergence, fashioned from multiple layers of fine silk. Along the hem is a row of glittering red scales, molted away by a dragon.
A voluminous, emerald-green cloak trimmed with an intricate design done in gold thread. Each of its two clasps is a golden disk engraved with the crest of a long-extinct noble family and set with a small emerald.
A cloak that resembles a tangle of thick, black cobwebs when not worn, but smooths into woven black cloak of coarse threads the moment it’s donned.
An ugly, poorly cured, leather cloak made of mottled leathers stitched together in scabrous, thick seamed patterns. Made from the skins of wild beasts and humanoids, killed by kobolds, it is sized for a small humanoid.
A heavy cloak of black silk and linen that seems to trap shadows in its interior, even during broad daylight. The bearer seems to be partially submerged in darkness in shadowy light or darker.
A cloak made of navy colored linen, as fine as silk but with a durable quality to it. It flutters in even the lightest wind and always billows when its wearer walks. In darkness, the cloak seems to disappear, though its wearer does not. It is embroidered with no patterns, but those who stare at it for long moments see smoky shapes moving in the weave.
A fine linen cloak in a drab olive grey color, with a creamy lining. A scene of a mockingbird singing in a garden is embroidered in black on the back of the cloak, so that the mocking bird faces it’s bearer's on the right panel. When worn, the wearer’s voice becomes more beautiful and resonant.
An inky black cloak that has no features, but its hue is so deep that it makes people looking at it feel slightly vertiginous, as if looking down a very deep hole.
A blue cloak embroidered in green thread with whorled patterns, not unlike a finger print.
A cloak of blue silks embroidered with stormy cloud shapes in black and white thread.
A small sized cloak of auburn fur is lined with black fey silk. A mithril cloak pin is sewn into the collar.
A cloak, made of silks in multihued primary colors that blend and shift as the light hits them, is so sheer that it is nearly translucent. When worn, it seems to flutter and curl with the direction of prevailing light, though wind doesn’t seem to affect it at all. The bearer is lined in prismatic, flattering colors, making him fascinating to watch.
A cloak made of peacock, crow, and swan feathers woven into which are preserved heads of each type of bird.
A deep pocketed cloak of many faded colors, sized for a halfling.
A beautiful hooded cloak of deep blue. When it moves around silver threads become apparent quickly sparking and then disappearing once more, resembling a clear night’s sky. It is also always cool to the touch, like a cool night’s breeze.
A full-length cloak made of woven hair dyed a vibrant red and has a clasp craved of bone, decorated with archaic runes.
A cloak that seems to change color when looked at from different angles. The leather splits into six strips at the shoulder, each having a different color metallic scale at the top with a corresponding chromatic scale at the bottom of the strip. The strips fan out behind the bearer, almost like tails.
A deep green cloak with a voluminous hood, embroidered with gold trim and symbols of cultural significance to the elves.
A cloak of dark leather and gold trim that occasionally shimmers with small sparks of blue energy across the shadowed lining.
A cloak made of a thick oilskin smock, with a button-on hood and fleece lining. The front of the smock has a covered pocket sewn into it and while it feels normal from the outside, the pocket is always pleasantly warm within
A grey cloak made of a textured fabric that allows the bearer to blend into the shadows with more conviction.
A sturdy black cloak with many pockets in various shapes and sizes on this inside. The elbows have been reinforced with oval cuts of black cloth and hood made of a slightly different material.
A cloak of dark leather and gold trim that seems to occasionally shimmer with small sparks of blue energy across the shadowed lining.
An ugly patchwork cloak that has dozens of little pockets sewn into the inside for carrying spell components or trinkets. When first found the various pockets contain one Worthless Trinket, a Random Sealed Glass Vial and a Random Trinket.
A silk cloak that roils with the colors of storm clouds, constantly shifting in shade and hue.
A long cloak made of rat fur, secured around the neck with a rat skull clasp. It's quite warm but also disgusting. It seems to wriggle and writhe of its own accord, and no matter how often it is washed, it reeks of... well... rat.
Cloak of Skin: A cloak made of made of treated human skin. When worn by a creature the cloak transmutes itself over the course of a few hours into looking as it was made out of the bearer’s skin.
A tattered Randomly Colored cloak that seems to constantly have parts of it blinking in and out of existence.
A long multicolored cloak made of crests and insignia’s cut from the cloaks, tabards and lance standards of dozens of dead knights and men-at-arms all sewn together like a quilt.
A cloak with a linen hood simply decorated with the colors of the forest and designed to cast a dramatic shadow upon the wearer’s face, obscuring identifiable features.
A gaudy short red matador’s cape with gilded edges and intricate stitching.
Whispersilk Cloak, Damaged: A mottled black cloak that constantly whispers incomprehensible gibberish when worn. Normally a cloak of this type muffles it's bearer's movement, however this one does not reduce the sound of the bearer's movement in the slightest, in fact the whispering is noticeably distracting. The cloak could probably be repair by a skilled artificer or mage with a knowledge of magical items.
A black, hooded cloak that looks mundane in every single way when the hood is down. When the hood is up observers can only see the bearer’s eyes which are surrounded by a black, star-filled void.
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