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City Living Dress Edits

I edited a couple of the dresses from City Living to make them a smidge more versatile. 

First things first, huge shout out to @asleepmoodlet @simulatedsimmer @rachirdsims @tanteni and @winniemoon for helping me with this project nad keeping me strong!  

No matter what I did I could not get the depatterned gown to look decent which meant using a different texture, but what with the alpha, it made the shadows get lost and so I had to fiddle with them to make them show but it turned out more like streak and less like shadows so that’s why it looks streaky. If that bothers you I’m sorry, but my friends liked the way the texture looked so here it is. 

Dress Info:

  • Teen - Elder
  • Female (forgot to test on males, sorry)
  • recolored in @pastry-box ‘s 8 Bitto Cafe palette.
  • custom thumbnail
  • both dresses can be used with accessory tops
  • both dresses require City Living

I thought it would be cool to get the turtleneck from the bow dress and make it an actual, wearable acc top. So I had to pretty much hand make is using bits of the original texture so I had to make the texture and alpha pretty much from scratch. It could have maybe turned out better but here it is.

Turtleneck Info:

  • base game
  • 4 swatches
  • the turtleneck can be found under “Gloves
  • some minimal bleeding near the back of the neckline but I couldn’t fix it and it’s not very noticeable

I learned a lot with this project and if anyone would like to recolor these or take inspo from me and do it better, then please PM and I will give you anything that might be helpful. 


anonymous asked:

Will there be more of today's post??!!!?? Who is she pregnant with? Who does Jamie work for? Was Frank ever involved?! COME ON DON'T LEAVE A GIRL HANGING! PLEASEEEEEEE Pregnant Claire and Professor Jamie just gives me all these happy feels and that's what I needed so much! I would love to see more stories like this <3

Continuation of Baking Disasters

“Shit, shit shit!” I muttered as the lukewarm coffee from both mine and Geillie’s cups spilled down my front

“Miss Beauchamp!”

“Sorry Ma’am, but the cups spilled. My uniform–”

“Clean it up and change. You can’t sit in a puddle of coffee. Shoo!”

“Thankyou Mistress Callaghan,” I said convincingly sweet.

I made a dash for my storage trunk and pulled my comfortable clothes from the bottom of my bag. I hadn’t exactly intended on pulling this stunt today but wanted to be prepared for the proper moment. The standard yellow dress, now a putrid brown, clung to my legs as I made my way down to the lavatory. I took my time rinsing the dress out, washing the coffee from my body and simply enjoying the brief moments out of the scrutiny and boredom of the bookkeeping class.

“Just a few more weeks, Beauchamp. You can make it that long.” I said to my reflection.

With a deep breath, I left the bubble of comfort I had created.

The lift’s small lobby was blissfully quiet. I reached to push the up button, but it was already lit. I stared in confusion at the little red bar. A deep clearing of someone’s throat sounded from behind me causing me to jump. I turned and saw the most beautiful man, and he smiled with a nod of his head.


“Good-day,” I murmured. His smiled widened.

“It is a good day.” He was fidgeting from side to side, his fingers tapping his thigh in a rhythmic cadence.

The freight lift dinged at the same time the standard lift opened its doors with a bell and rush of people.

“I’ll just follow ye. Ye seem to ken where it is yer going in this place.”

I smiled at him and nodded, requesting the second floor to the operator, while my redheaded companion requested the tenth.

“They both go to the same place,” I said quickly.

“I’d hope so.” He smirked.

“The other just has an extra stop to the basement and underground storage unit.”

“Ah weel, good thing I followed you! I didna fancy getting mugged or murdered today.” He joked with a roguish wink. I laughed nervously, concentrating on not spewing words thoughtless back to this man.

“Second floor, madam.” The elderly attendant said as he opened the double gated doors.

“Thank-you Jacob.” I turned back to the beautiful man, committing his face to memory.

“Have a good day!” He said, holding out a hand. I couldn’t speak and blushed rushing for the door to the women’s hall, blushing the entire time.



“Hmm?” I jolted, turning my head to see concerned blue eyes of my husband searching my own.

“Where did ye go? I thought for a moment ye had fallen asleep but yer eyes were open and ye were twirling a lock of yer hair.”

“Do you remember the day we met?” I whispered ignoring his question, as he lazily drew circles on my protruding stomach. I felt rather than heard his laugh.

“Aye. Ye were so flustered and adorable. I nearly followed you to wherever ye were headed that day. I’m even surprised I have a job after the daze ye left me in.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Surely I didn’t cause that much of an upheaval?”

“Och! But ye did Sassenach. Ye did.” He paused, fingers stilling over my belly button, then quickly pulled me tighter against his chest. “Ye were the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. Your hair wild and loose, and yer outfit, Christ! Ye were so brazen in yer pants and sleeveless top, I thought I’d walked into another world.”

“If you knew why I looked that way…” I trailed off shaking my head. “I was in the restroom just before meeting you in the lobby. Coffee had just spilled down my respectable clothes and I had to change into something more comfortable that was in my bag.”

“Ye wee fiend! Ye spilled yer coffee on purpose to change!” His fingers grazed the sensitive side of my ribs and I squealed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Yes!” I heaved between laughs, my lungs burning and tears streaming down my face. “Alright, is that what you wanted to hear? I couldn’t stand the pale yellow dress that was required and when Geillie stood up at our desk I hit the desk with my knee causing hers, and my drinks to spill down the front of my dress.”

I could feel Jamie’s smile against my neck as he smothered his laughter in my skin.

“I knew I married a canny one.” His laughs turned into sighs as he nuzzled deeper into my skin. “I canna say that I’m sorry ye tend to break the rules, Sorcha.”

“Oh, why’s that?” I asked, turning my head to try and see him, but getting a face full of unruly, short red curls.

“If ye hadna broken the rules and gone to the lavatory to change, I never would have met ye in that elevator. And I would ne’er change the events of that day.”

I smiled, brought his knuckles to my lips and kissed them. “Nor would I. How did you find me, we never exchanged names, or even said more than a few–embarrassing, on my part– words?”

Jamie shifted so that I was laying on my back and he was propped up on an elbow, looking down at me.

“During my interview with the Latin department, I inquired what was on the second floor of the building.” He leaned down and kissed my temple. “And when they said the women’s institution hall I knew I had to try and find ye again.”

“It didn’t take you long. What? All of three days went by before you were standing outside the lifts with a solitary yellow tulip.”

“Aye, that’s when I finally had the balls to stand there and wait hoping ye’d show yerself.”

I reached up and stroked his cheek and the day’s old stubble that resided there. “I do love you, and can’t tell you how happy I am that you did come to find me that day.”

“I couldna see my life without you. That day ye were babbling and mumbling to me in that lift, I knew ye were it for me.”

“My babbling endeared you. Oh my how I have the greatest ability!” I exaggerated sarcastically laughing as he began tickling my sides.

We twined our bodies together heaving from the laughter. A quick beat of little feet startled us both.

“Seems like he likes his parents happy,” Jamie whispered, as he leaned in for a kiss.

“Mmm, she wants us to settle down. It is her nap time after all.”

Jamie bent down, caressing my now exposed stomach. “Shh wee one. We’ll calm down now. Go sleep and become strong so that ye can join us in the world verra soon. Tha gaol agam ort, mo chridhe.” He finished this with a kiss to my stomach, followed by a kiss on my lips.

“I never thought I’d say I can thank my happiness to spilled coffee and a lift, but I’m glad that I can.”

Pebbles (NSFW)

Sixpenceee Stories Contest (September - October 2016) Second Place Winner

Story by Sixpenceee user UnsettlingStories; Tumblr

We thought we were having a hell of a hailstorm when we woke up in the middle of the night to a peal of thunder and the sound of our cabin being pelted. It went on for about a minute, then it stopped. There wasn’t any rain, which was strange. We went back to sleep, faintly aware of the smell of something burning. I figured it was probably from a lightning strike somewhere else.

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elisaschuyler  asked:

OKAY so i hate the fake geek girl myth as much as anyone BUT I ACTUALLY MET ONE she is a literal sponge of a woman she used to be super communist when she hung out with my friends but then she turned into a republican because she spent more time with her brother but still like fell into feminist conversations at parties just fine??? anyways she got married to this huge WOW nerd and started cosplaying and stuff but didnt know jack shit about the stuff she was cosplaying, it was literally all fake

Ok, but isn’t that just being supportive? She clearly likes cosplay and has found a way to enjoy what he enjoys and found a common ground.

Like, I love hockey and my boyfriend watched a game with me and he dutifully calls himself a pens supporter and he wore a jersey to be cute. But he keeps calling Sidney Crosby “the guy who looks like Jake from Brooklyn 99” and doesn’t know a thing about hockey and will probably never really learn.

He just likes to like enough so that we can enjoy together.

I marathoned a series of unfortunate events even though I didn’t really know anything about it other than “I think I remember liking that movie, Jim Carrie was good in it”.

I only started playing world of Warcraft because of a boyfriend.

And I don’t know if lore knowledge is required to dress up in things and feel cool? Maybe she just likes dressing up?

And often our political opinions are informed and influenced by people around us?

that’s got to hurt - part 4 - S.M

part 3 here

I woke up dishelved. I got up and showered and had this need for something and I couldn’t quite place it. I was missing something. I got dressed into a red lacey shirt that required me to wear no bra and I wore it with leather pants and my heeled boots. My make-up was simple. Just the usual simple base, with bronze eyeshade but today I wore my new shade dark pink lipstick called exotic.

I was still missing something. I thought and I know it wasn’t my phone because that was in my back pocket. I went to the kitchen to grabbed and my keys and headed outside to the garage. I stopped in my tracks, my jaw nearly hit the floor and my eyes went wide. Where my car was supposed to be seated was a truck full of paparazzi. I quickly closed the door as soon as the first flash went off. I walked to my garage from inside thinking maybe I left it in there. But it wasn’t there. I stomped my foot down when I realised that even though it had been 48hours since I met Shawn I had left my car at the concert. I pulled my phone out remembering that Shawn had whispered into my ear last night that there was a surprise behind the case. I took the plain black case off and on the back in Shawn’s lovely writing was his number and a little thing that said. “I still may not know your name, but I sure as hell will know your number” I rolled my eyes at this and dialled the number.

“morning” his sleepy voice came through.

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Because...daddy! ~SmuttySeptember~

Prompt: Heyy for smutty sept can I have a rough Klaus smut bc daddy.

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Warning: Daddy kink, rough biting(dull teeth), hair pulling, name calling, just very, very rough.

Word Count: 1.2k

TAGGED:  @khadija456fire @sapphire2489 @yui-miyuka @yui-miyuka @geminioriginalsimagines

P.S *So sorry for the hold up*

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anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on ritual clothing? Some Wiccans have told me that you're online supposed to wear those long black robes you see in some Wiccan/Pagan shops and such but other pagans have told me that you wear what's related to your craft. What's your opinion on the subject?

Honestly, I do my rituals in my pajamas with a face mask on sometimes. I’ve never been big on ritual clothing, unless it’s a super important ritual to me, and even then it’s more of a “whatever makes you feel like the badass practitioner you are” kind of thing.

And if you’re not specifically Wiccan, then you don’t necessarily have to take their word for it when it comes to your practice. 

Hope this helps hun.

nocturnal wix

Unless you’re part of a tradition or group that has clothing requirements, I’d say don’t worry about it unless wearing ritual clothing actually serves a purpose for you.  Some faith traditions do have requirements about what you’re allowed or not allowed to wear - headscarves, no dark colors, etc - and they usually have a reason for it.  Masks are a time-honored tool for ‘putting on’ an identity during ritual; veils can make possession or trance easier, but I’ve also seen mediums wear headscarves as a way to lessen the likelihood of possession; some spirits and entities may prefer to interact with people who dress a certain way, especially if it has to do with modesty, depending on their personal cultural norms. 

When Santero friends invite me to something I always make sure to dress according to their requirements, but like Nocturnal Wix, in my own private practice my spirits are lucky if I bother with more than sweatpants.  Comfort is far more important and those dramatic black cloaks always end up strangling me anyway, which is not only terribly uncomfortable but distracts me from the purpose of the damn ritual in the first place.  However, a friend who identifies as a “stitch witch” and makes all her own textiles puts huge importance on cloth and fiber in her own work, so for her, ritual clothing makes perfect sense.  Like masks, having special clothing can be a useful psychological tool for helping you mentally transition between “normal daily living” and “oh hey, ritual time!” but it’s definitely not necessary unless your tradition or personal preference says so.

For people with sensory sensitivities in particular, having ritual clothing made of certain kinds of cloth textures or colors could serve a purpose, but that would be up to individual experimentation on what helps, hinders, or makes no difference at all.

Jewelry, though…I am never without devotional jewelry or amulets unless I’m explicitly requested to remove them.  For me, jewelry serves as physical focii for connection instead of clothing.

- mountain hound

Roughskin - A Protective Glamour Spell

“Before I consent to your wish, I shall require three things - a dress as golden as the sun, another as silvery as the moon, and a third as glittering as the stars; and besides this, I shall require a mantle made of a thousand skins of rough fur sewn together, and every animal in the kingdom must give a piece of his skin toward it.”

[…] In the night, when every one slept, she rose and took from her jewel-case a gold ring, a gold spinning-wheel, and a golden hook. The three dresses of the sun, moon, and stars she folded in so small a parcel that they were placed in a walnut shell; then she put on the fur mantle, stained her face and hands black with walnut-juice, and committing herself to the care of Heaven, she left her home.

- The Princess in Disguise


Intent: To protect and disguise oneself from those who mean to harm you.


  • Empty walnut shell, in halves
  • A piece of your own hair or a nail clipping
  • Small patchwork cloth bag
  • Glue & rubber band
  • Herbs: Dogbane, Hyssop, Basil, Heather, Juniper Berries, Poppy Seeds

Ideal Timing: Full Moon, for protection, but can be performed anytime.

Obtain an empty walnut shell. You can use the shells off of the whole bagged walnuts that most grocery stores carry in the produce section. Try to crack the walnut so that the shell comes away in two halves. This makes reassembling it for the charm much easier.

Mix the following herbs together in small pinches:

  • Dogbane - for disguise
  • Hyssop - for warding off harm
  • Basil - for general protection
  • Heather Blossom - for warding off assault
  • Juniper Berries - for secret-keeping
  • Poppy Seeds - for invisibility

Carefully stuff the herb mixture into the two empty halves of the walnut. Use little dots of glue to help the herbs stay in place. At the very last, add a strand of your hair or a nail clipping. Line the edges of the shell with glue and carefully fit them back together. Wrap them with the rubber band to keep everything in place until the glue dries.

Once the charm is dry, place it in a patchwork cloth bag. You can purchase one or make it yourself. It only has to be large enough to hold the walnut.

Hold the bag between your palms and say:

I garb myself in many skins
To keep harm out and safety in
I place the truth within this shell
Now guard my life and guard it well

You can either carry the bag with you whenever you feel you need protection, or you can hide the bag in a wooden box if one is available.


Here we are! Finally! I can’t believe I managed to finish this. It was a nightmare. Seriously I didn’t think it was this difficult doing those ribbons and sleeves…
From left to right:
Yunkino as Coco ( @yunkinodrabbles);
Selenna as Sara ( @suzunne-san);
Celeste as Hanon (my candy);
Alegria as Lucia ( @mcl-alegria);
Lora as Rina (@mycandylovemisfits);
@indigopurpure’s candy as Caren;
Elara as Noel ( @dreamingvenus).

Hope you, girls, like it. :) I’m sorry for the long wait, but this last week was a mess. 
I changed a bit the poses in order to see all the outfits. And since I didn’t have all the tones of colors these dresses required, I improvised with what I had (this is why Hanon might seems all of the same blue or Coco as more orange than it should).
For references I used an old stickers album of mine.

Okay LGBTQ community and supporters. I have a rant that I’d like you to listen to. My friend Ryan decided to wear this outfit to school today. (Very brave seeing as my school is filled with and run by closed minded, homophobic assholes.) he was taken out of his first period class and sent home. The principle made him go home to change his clothing. I am livid! He met all dress code requirements and he has worn similar outfits to school before without reprimand. Not to mention the fact that when girls the same age or younger wear similar or the same outfits to school on a daily basis, they are met with no punishment. Let me explain to you this outfit. He is wearing a Frozen sweat shirt, cut off shorts that meet dress code requirements, a pair of skin-tone leggings over a pair of black tights. Over the skin-tone leggings, he is wearing a pair of black fishnet tights, and to complete the ensemble, he is wearing a pair of nude colored high heels with a six inch heel and a one inch platform. The reason he was sent home, and I quote, was because “his choice of clothing was obscene. He makes the other students uncomfortable when he wears woman’s clothing. Therefore he cannot wear this outfit.” I, along with many of my friends and fellow students, are made uncomfortable when girls wear booty shorts and shirts that show their cleavage. But are they sent home or reprimanded? No. They aren’t even acknowledged. Our school claims not to discriminate. Our school claims to support all sexualities, religions, genders, and races. But when faced with the reality we see that our school is not as accepting as they say they are. Our school has, many Times, denied us of a Gay-Straight Alliance club. Many of my fellow students,and even a few teachers, are outraged by this. We need to make this go public. So now I’m asking you to help. Share this post. Post it on other social media websites. Make this become public knowledge. Make people aware of what is happening in Festus, Missouri. We just lost Leelah Alcorn because of unnacepting conditions. We just lost Leelah Alcorn. She would be as infuriated by this situation as I am. Maybe more. Don’t let corrupt society win this one. I’m begging you. Make. This. Known.

You know full well, dear bestie, that I haven’t been in an adult wedding before where I was required to buy a bridesmaid’s dress and not just pick something off the rack.  You’d have thought that the knowledge that I would need damn months to get the dress at a lot of these wedding places would have been helpful to know back when you’d first asked me to be your maid of honor.  I get that you’re stressed, honey, but sometimes a little extra information like this goes a long way.


Let’s see how much money I have to throw at this in order to get a good dress in time…

Originally posted by r10t3r

I will think about it tomorrow though, because I’m pretty sure I’m going to burst a blood vessel if I keep looking at these dresses tonight.  Instead, tonight will be for Tumblr and doing some writing while I am still awake.

Remember when 5sos wrote lists of what they needed in their dressing rooms at shows and Michael wrote lube on his and then realized that was too saucy so he changed it to Luke? remember when Luke was a thing that Michael said he required in his dressing room remember that bc I do and it haunts me 

Maxson/Sole - Formal affairs Part I

Inspired by this post  by  dyr0z, additional ideas of   danse-or-farkas are/will also be used.
Part I here,
Part II here
Part III here

Part IV here 
Part V here 

Maxson stormed through the prydwen.  Without as much of a side-glance he yelled “ Sentinel, a word!” Sole rolled her eyes as she mimicked him in front of Haylen ‘Sentinel, a word! Sentinel, a sentence! Can’t do anything without me. ’

“Sentinel!” That one sounded more like a growl. So he heard it all. Haylen held back her laughter as Sole shrugged it off. What was he gonna do? Get rid of his Sentinel, destroyer of the Institute? Yeah, sure..
“ I better get in. See you later.” Haylen nodded.
“Good luck, he sounds pissed off.”
“ Haylen. He always does.” Sole put down the wrench she was using to work on her powerarmour. “He’s a big softie inside though.” She winked at Haylen. Sole was still rubbing grease off of her hands as she walked into his quarters. “Elder?”

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