can-i-dress-like-this

anonymous asked:

Omfg i watched your draw with luffy and usopp dressed like normal pirates and i love it.. can i see nami dressed like that too please? You don't have to do it if you don't want to ;3 Pd: i fuking love your art style please keep like this you're awesome (ΦзΦ)

it is the nami

Centuries ago, he was a king.

His era ended when he cut them down, traded their lives for power and revenge. Peasants, merchants, nobles, royals – they were all his, and he took them. Every last one, without question or trial. Their souls would fulfill his bargain and sustain him beyond it. 

From then on, his was nothing more than a kingdom of ruin. His lands withered and shriveled. His castle deteriorated around him. It all remained untouched. Scattered corpses decomposed, leaving nothing more than skeletons. Centuries of dust shrouded his blood-caked halls. And he, upon his throne, as patient as the dead. It was all as he left it, this horrid monument to his wrath. 

Many tried to cross his lands, only to be strangled by dark magics, abhorrent extensions of the sorcerer. Those who lived the longest were those that sought him, because he was a fair king and because slaughter was best in person. So-called heroes and champions died challenging him for his lands and throne. 

In time, outsiders learned their place. Any who wished to cross with their lives gave offerings to the shadows and made haste across his lands. 

And now, for the sake of his people, this poor, simple, country farmer begs audience in hopes to strike a bargain. 

The wretched king is almost amused. 


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[Previous art/dragon post]

I still don’t have a name for him. *nervous laughing* Maybe he just won’t tell me his name because he forgot. 

His dragon counterpart needs to hurry and grow up so I can dress him poorly like all the others. 

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 6)

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 6)

Beast!Adam x Reader

Part 1: here    Part 2: here    Part 3: here    Part 4: here    Part 5: here

Note: This took longer than expected, but oh well haha. My book came out, so if any of y’all want to buy it, hit me up. 

I’ve been super busy with that and I had a leadership conference this weekend, but I should have some free time coming up, given the fact that school ends soon and I have a four-day weekend coming up. 

The next morning, you arose feeling more refreshed than you had in quite some time. The bed you slept in was so soft and so warm, you felt as though you had slept on a cloud. You looked around as the memories of the night before slowly pieced themselves together. You were in a castle. With a beast. And he had sworn to protect your life. My, had things taken a turn?

There was a knock at the door. Instinctively, you tensed as your eyes darted to it, but then your harsh gaze softened. You were safe here, you reminded yourself.

“Hello?”

“It’s just Mrs. Potts, dear.” Her kind voice called from the other side of the door.

“Come on in,” You called in response. The door swung open and in she came on her tray, Chip hopping along excitedly at her side. “Good morning.”

“Morning, love. The Master sent me to see what you might like for breakfast.”

“Just some eggs and toast would be fine.” You smiled. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s cared enough to feed me.”

“Well, I’ll see to it that you’re always fed, dear.” She smiled. Mrs. Potts hated the thought of such a kind young woman being alone for so long without the promise of meals. You could feel her discomfort at the thought of it and decided it was time for a change in topic.

“So, what is he like?”

“Who?”

“The master of the castle.”

“He’s a little rough around the edges, but I think you’ll find that he has a good heart. You’ve stirred about something in him that I haven’t seen in a long time. Something light. Something hopeful.” She tilted her head in a sort of awkward bow. “Thank you.”

“I don’t know what I’ve even done. The way he looked at me yesterday…no one has ever looked at me like that before. Like I was their entire world.”

“To him, you’re much more than that. You’re his sun, moon, and stars too.” She chuckled a little. “I know it may seem a bit odd, but he’d do anything to protect you.” Chip looked to his mother as she continued to talk, waiting for the cue he’d been promised. The teacup had so many questions.

“Yes, Chip?” you asked as soon as you sensed his unabashed curiosity.

“Miss, who are you? I mean, what’s your name? How did you find the castle? Why does your hair glow sometimes? What do-”

“Woah there. Slow down.” You giggled, smiling. You loved children. “My name is (Y/N). The master led me to the castle after saving me from a pack of wolves. My hair glows because it’s magic.”

“What kind of magic?” the look in his eyes told you that your words had only caused his curiosity to intensify.

“The magic of the stars.” There was a twinkle in your mystifying eyes as you said this. “I can answer more questions later, but I’m sure the Master won’t want to be kept waiting too long. I’m sure that given his…circumstance, he must have quite the appetite.”

“He does indeed.” Lumiere strolled into the room accompanied by a rather disgruntled mantel clock. “Good morning, Mademoiselle. I trust your sleep was satisfying?”

“I haven’t slept this well in a long time.” You smiled. “Thank you.”

“Well, you are our guest, of course. Anyway, Madame Garderobe-” he looked to the sleeping wardrobe. After a moment’s thought, he cleared his throat and tried again. “MADAME GARDEROBE!”

Her response was a deafening string of gorgeous soprano notes. As her doors opened, she was quite shocked to take in the sight of so many of her companions. And a woman.

“A woman! Finally, someone to dress!”

“Madam, find something suitable for our guest to wear to breakfast.” Cogsworth instructed. He headed towards the door along with Mrs. Potts, Chip, and Lumiere. “We shall meet you down there when you’re ready.”

“We will find you something fitting for a princess.” She sang enthusiastically as the door shut behind the others.

“Oh, I’m no princess. Not anymore…”

“Nonsense. I can still dress you like one.”

You had the feeling that you and the Madame would get along just fine…

***

“What if she doesn’t want to stay here? What if I misread everything that happened last night? What if-”

“Master, she seemed very content to be here.” Mrs. Potts reassured him as he paced about the room. He had been doing this for about an hour now. “It’s been a while since she’s had anyone but herself, I think. Perhaps a home is just what she needs.”

“It’s not a home. It’s a prison.”

“For you, maybe.” Lumiere reasoned. “For her, Master, I think it’s all she has.”

There was a long patch of silence. Adam finally stopped moving. His icy blue eyes met those of Mrs. Potts. She offered a small but hopeful smile. Cogsworth looked up at the beast their prince had become. He then looked to Lumiere. The candelabra was quiet for a few moments before speaking.

“Master, all you have to do is win her heart! Just…turn on the charm!”

“The…charm?”

“Yes! Come on, show me the smile!”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Master, we’re running out of time.” Mrs. Potts’ voice was soft, as fragile as the china she was now made of. She couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander to her son. Her precious baby boy might never know the joys of a true childhood again. “Please, at least try to-”

The doors to the dining hall opened.

“G-good morning, mademoiselle!” Lumiere’s eyes snapped up to meet yours. He dipped into a low bow as Adam straightened up, eyes locked on you. You looked absolutely ravishing in the dress Madame Garderobe had made for you. It was purple with swirls of silver, floor-length with a small train and puffs at the tops of the sleeves.

Timidly, you brushed a lock of white hair behind your ear. You were so used to having the cover of the cloak around your head, shielding you from judging eyes. But now…you were so utterly exposed.

“What? Is it too much?” You asked, reaching to wipe away the rich rouge she had rubbed on your cheeks. “I told her it was too much-”

“N-no! You…you look beautiful.” Adam’s eyes softened.

“Thank you.” Your cheeks darkened as the heat rushed to your face. It took you by surprise. You weren’t sure how long it had been since you had made an actual friend, let alone one that had called you beautiful. It felt…nice.

Adam walked you to your seat and pulled it out for you. You sat down in the cushy chair, and gently, he pushed you in before taking his place across the long table. The meal was one of the best you had in a long time, despite the fact that it was just eggs and toast. Adam glanced up at you every few minutes, a slight tug pulling at his reluctant lips. His oatmeal was cold by the time he finally remembered to eat it.

You chuckled as you felt his feeling of sudden realization. If he could have blushed, he would have.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Your words were reassuring. “So perhaps you could stop worrying about it so much.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just been-”

“So long since you’ve had anyone.” You paused, a small smile forming. “I think I understand.”

“How…” He paused, swallowing. “How long have you been…”

“Alone?”

“Alone.” The word felt heavy on his tongue. It was too familiar. Too real.

“I’ve been on my own for…A long time. I lost track about a century ago.”

Adam’s blue eyes widened. You nodded.

“I know. I hardly look it.”

“So you’re…immortal.”

“It seems so, yes.” You nodded. “There are legends about people like me, about the children of the stars. A lot of them say that when we live our purpose, we’re finally free. Well, I mean, free to live out the rest of our lives without the weight of the world on our shoulders.”

“To be human.”

“To an extent, yes.” You nodded. Adam paused, a question billowing up from the back of his mind.

“What do you believe your purpose is, then?”

You were quiet for a long time before answering with absolute certainty.

“To stop Ferdinand.”

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Riverdale Photo Crackcap 109

Subtitled: Red Riding Hood Suggests a Sticky Maple to Douchie Bolton

Thanks, a lot MOM….Polly’s gonna do freaky things with red clad gingers and maple syrup and you’ve cock-blocked Juggie and me this episode, so I’m looking at a six WEEK plan and no way am I gonna last another 6 hours….Maybe next week I can give him a SUPER SPESHUL present for his 16th birthday (me, very naked)……day dreaming about what I’m gonna do is way better than this class….

Yep….still need to stretch my legs all over the place because of the colossal chubby I have for Betty, non-stop, 24/7. I hope my “birthday present” is her very naked, without any of our stupid freakin’ friends anywhere to be seen….but we aren’t really important to this Ginger Porno thing this week. Just RAS knows we’re actually more popular, so we get honorable mentions. At least I have snax…

Now those two jerks are even having daydreams about each other and not MEEEEEE!!! And I wore one of Mr. Rogers’s cardigans and everything….why aren’t I the entire central focus of their lives any more???

Candy Man, Candy Man, Candy Man…..should I wear an outfit with sleeves? I’ve heard they “keep you warm”. Is this true?

Don’t cry, V…not ALL cardigans are as hideous as Archie’s Mr. Rogers Collection ones. I have something really cute, in lacy pointelle you can borrow. Or they have these things call “coats and jackets”—like Juggie wears so the viewers can’t tell he’s built. Even though it fools no one. 

Andd…..I’m gonna wear a locket, tooo!!! Or at least a pendant!!

Yes, Kevin, I have discovered pendants and sleeves. Yes, Kevin, I am still your fabulous BFF hag…

See Ethel? I can so to wear sleeves….and a pendant!

And I can dress like a dweeb from 1977….and have my own file on what shady rubbish your dad is. Don’t know why you all are judging Jughead, your dad’s a way bigger criminal. Do you wanna see?

Twincest time!!! Come join our cult family at our “little festival” Gingervitus!! Also, I see your dad is really into low tech, huh? A corded, rotary landline??? Is he some weird, plaid wearing Amish????

Bet on it!!! Head in the Game!!! Clowns Never Laughed Before!!! My Johnny Bravo School Musical Snooze Plot returns!!!

Ummmm……..neither Betty nor myself seem to be in the episode much, but they know we’re actually way more popular/show’s break out couple…so I’m here. To frown (because no Betty and you guys are keeping me from jacking off while thinking about Betty) and judge your creepy, red garbed, sticky maple, ginger cult. And also, this new guitar means I have to listen to Douchie here caterwaul again.

Plus I kinda suspect SouthPark was onto something about you weird assed copper tops.

Oh DW Douchie, you’ll LOVE it!! And fit right in! You ARE “one of us” after all! You even wore RED!!!

Okay, this is weird….Polly, Betty misses you….also, you aren’t ginger? Oh….if you’re gonna spawn one it counts, too?

All I wanted was a place to live and my baby….now I’m standing in fucking snow with all these freaks and they want me to do WHAT with this bucket? And my prego belly makes extra $$$ from the syndicate? How do I escape this bullshit? I actually want my mom to lecture me again!

Ummmm…..is this always this creepy? And why do we need to get naked and sacrifice a lamb? And why do you look like a pornographic Little Red Riding Hood? Wait….do WHAT with the bucket of syrup?

Hail Satan and Tally Hoooooo!!! Go Sticky Maple!!!

The One That Got Away [Chapter Two]

Originally posted by nevereatfizzingwhizbeez

Chapter 2 of The One That Got Away

Chapter 1

Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Adult Content


You stood outside the dorm, waiting to go in, trying to figure out how you were going actually break up with the love of your life.

You pulled out your phone out and took a deep breath as it rang.

“Ah, Y/N. It’s nice to hear from you.” you heard JYP say on the other end. “Did you think about what I said?”

“Yes. I’ll do it, for Jaebum”.

Keep reading

*SCREAMS @ PHONE*
STOP DOUBLE POSTING AAAAAAAAA

also something funny
I had a few professors in my studio today and one of my professors pointed to Lucida (who I had art up for design purposes .i.e this is what a character sketch looks like. That and motivational lucida is motivational)

Professor: I don’t fully understand how this “internet subculture” thing works, but I like this one character. she looks pure
Me: she’s evil
Professor: *audible gasp* b-But she has a halo! That means she has to be good!
Me: * insert lengthy 20 minute description on why Lucida is evil*
Professor: b-But NO! I like her she can’t be evil!
Me: *sets hand on professor’s shoulder* are you sure you don’t understand what being in a fandom is like?
Professor: *silence for about 20 secs* I want someone to dress up as Lucida so I can hug her. Also can you finish Cypher’s design so I can …it’s like dressing up but…what’s it called?
Me: Cosplay?
Professor: I want to cosplay Cypher at your gallery. 
Me: … dear god I have ruined you

WISHED: (Jared Leto) Joker planning his 5 year old daughters birthday.

Originally posted by abigayle12000

Originally posted by proud-directioner5xx4xx1

Warning Contains Swearing, Angst, father and daughter fluff, clueless joker

Requested by: @superjerseygirl


“fuck” Joker mouthed as he sat on the bed with his 5 year old daughter watching Beauty and the Beast. He held up his phone in the air looking at the date, placed on the top corner of the screen January 30th. His daughters birthday is tomorrow, he knew when his daughters birthday was, but with missing Harley and not having a good outcome with work, the days seem to flow by.

He looked over at his daughter who sat in the middle of the bed looking at the tv not noticing her father is now stressed. His leg began to shake as he rushed his fingers through his hair a couple of times. It was mostly Harley who planned out their daughters birthday, it was always something big with their fellow “friends” to show the clown princess is aging up. He thought about it for a moment, he never really liked the idea of having such a big party for such a small child, his kid didn’t really have that many friends, like one, and he never really understood why Harley insisted on having such a big event.

He sighed and smirked, if he were to plan his daughters party this year he was going to do it his way. “Princess, ill be right back, okay?”, he told his daughter as he got off the bed and kissed his daughters head.

“Okay” she said her eyes still glued to the tv. He smiled and left the room closing the door.

“Frost!” he called.

“Yes boss?” Frost walked over from around the corner of the hallway.

“I am going to need you to run to a few places for me” Joker said walking to his office. Jokers office held many computers from surveillance cameras of the club, the house and a few of his hideouts. There were even some of certain parts of the city, Joker is a crazy killer yes, but a smart one all the more reason why this man is dangerous.

Joker pulled out a pen and paper from his desk and wrote down a shopping list for Frost. “I don’t care how you get them but make sure it is all ready for tomorrow” he handed the list to Frost.

Frost looked and scanned the list “Its the princess birthday tomorrow, huh. Right I will be heading out then boss” He put the list in his pocket and head out the door.

Joker sat his desk and opened one of his laptops and started to do his part, he first made sure that he didn’t have any meetings for tomorrow. Then he started to plan out ideas, his daughter wasn’t too girly so he didn’t need to worry about pink shit and glitter to be in his house. He thought back to Harley’s planned parties and noticed each had a theme. Her first was clowns, second was under the sea, third was power puff girls, fourth was fairy themed. He cringed looking back at her fourth birthday, some how glitter was stuck in his and Harley’s hair for a week, even Frost had glitter. 

Nope, no glitter for this birthday, he wanted to do something small, he wanted to do something that his daughter will know that she will always have him. He didn’t know what though, He had Frost go to get his daughters favorite food, along with a list of presents. However he wanted to do something more than that, he was glad his daughter didn’t really care for cake like him, it was mostly Harley who liked cake.

He thought of Harley for a moment happy to have dived into that pool to save her. If he didn’t he wouldn’t have her or his daughter, his chested ached, a pain he hated feeling it made him feel week. He always thought that loving someone is a weakness, yet when Harley loves him and praises him, he feels stronger. When his daughter hugged him he feels moments of bliss from her warmth.

He banged his fist on his desk, “That damn bat!” he said through his teeth. When he gets Harley back he wont let her or his daughter out of his sight again! Rage started to build up inside him, when he was about ready to flip his desk over a soft little knock brought him out of his thoughts.

“Daddy?” a soft voice said through the door. Joker quickly tried to control his rage, shaking his shoulders and rubbing his face.

“Come in princess” he tried to say with a calm voice. The small child entered her fathers office and placed her self next him. He noticed he held her Belle doll in her hands.

“Daddy I have a question” she asked looking down. He lowered himself down to her level, placing himself on one knee.

“What is it princess?” he asked looking at his daughter.

“If I am a princess can I have a dress like Belle?” she asked showing her father the doll. Then it hit him, the idea he needed.

“Yes, princess you can” he smiled down at his daughter.

*The next day*

Joker made sure to not wake his daughter as she slept and placed her present at the end of her bed. He had to wake up early in order to get everything ready. Once the present was placed he closed the door and got ready to put on his best clothes a blue tuxedo with a yellow bow at his neck. He went into a room and waited for his daughter.

The princess woke up to see a blue box with a yellow ribbon around it she went to open the box to see a beautiful yellow dress that matched Belle’s her doll. She decided to put it on and looked at her self in the mirror. A knock was at the door and entered Frost who was wearing a black tuxedo. “Shall I do your hair Princess?” he asked with a smile. She smiled back and nodded. 

Joker waited for his daughter, fiddling with his bowtie, then started to hear his daughters voice coming down the hallway, he started up the music from his phone the music being played through the empty room. His daughter caught the music and quickly entered the ball like room to see her father holding out his hand to her.

In that moment Joker saw his daughter not as a child but all grown up then as a child again his heart grew with warmth as he held his daughter hand and began to dance with her.

With love Admin-J