invisible shirt


To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy, of violet eyes, glistening as you weep…

This is what I do instead of ME:A conversions apparently. ;)

Shirt is found in shirts, pants & boots in bottoms, you’ll need invisible shoes. The shirt and bottom are standalone so you can mix and match.

Bit of a plain post and I’m sorry about that, buuuuuuuuuuuut I’ll make it up to yall next time <3

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Invisibility Shirt

Special thanks to @melancholydan for letting me use their gif set as coloring inspiration! THEIR GIF SET:

Please don’t repost or steal! And don’t remove the caption either! Thanks!

Art Instagram: natxpack

rivalry || prologue.

pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: highschool!AU, angst, drama, fluff.

summary: what happens when the bad boy and the mysterious, new girl get stuck in detention together? will their intense hatred turn into the deepest love, when they finally open up and learn about each other’s secrets?

“Well, well, well. Look who it is,” Taehyung cooed with a sly grin plastered on his face. Great, you thought to yourself, because you really wanted to bump into him, note the sarcasm.

“What? Are you stalking me because I wouldn’t open my legs on command for you?” You spat at him with a disgusted look on your face, knowing his type and definitely wasn’t going to get involved.

Yet…” He replied in low and throaty voice, which instantly made you scoff and roll your eyes. Damn, he really thought he was all that. “Aren’t you gonna congratulate me, Y/N?” He added, looking at you from underneath his messy blonde hair.

“For what? Fucking girl number one hundred? Bravo V, bravo.” You sarcastically replied, always quick when it came to come backs. It was one of your many charms.

“For your information, I’m well past a hundred babe. And nah, Korean Arts won the game earlier, all thanks to…” He coughed slightly as he rubbed some invisible dirt off his shirt. For fuck sake, he most likely ran his own fan-site at the rate he was going.

“Well, congratulations,” You said, slightly rolling your eyes, not giving a damn. “Why don’t you just go and tell that to someone who needs impressing and doesn’t have any standards? Because you’ll be right in there, boo boo.” You smirked, playfully slapping his cheek once and twice before continuing on your run.

Just as you were about to turn the corner, you turned your head to see him standing in the same position, muttering to himself in disbelief.

Who needs games, when you can mess with a boy’s ego? It’s way more fun.

a/n; the plot is cliche asf, but let me know if i should make a series out of this. 🌹

French Words (Tom Holland x Reader)

Requested: YES; where the reader is a French actress but does American movies, she meets Tom during the shooting of Homecoming, the reader teaches him to speak French and Tom improves the English of the reader, then one day, she accidentally says these feelings for Tom and he understands and the end has all fluff?

Word Count: 5.2k (I went a little bit too overboard this, I’m sorry)

Warnings: Just a few swear words, basically all fluff at the end.

A/N: I’m sorry I took so much to get this done, but I got a carried away and wanted to put a lot of things so it made sense, I hope you don’t get bored reading it.

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which-does-not-glitter  asked:

Tell me a fairy tale?

(As is only befitting my last response for this meme, this got wildly out of hand. Blame @samyazaz, who recommended I do something with Beauty and the Beast.)

Belle is the first one to speak into the horrified silence, twirling the rose in her hand and giving little care for the way it scratches her palm. “We’ll all go, then.”

Her father stares at her. “He’s a monster, my darling, he won't—”

“He’s a monster with a castle and rose bushes that bloom even in the winter.” She sets her chin, and her sisters and brothers all still look terrified, and she is too, but more than that, she’s angry. If he’s going to overset the life they’re just starting to build for themselves, she’s happy to overset his as well. “He’ll take all of us in, or he won’t take any of us at all.”

“You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

“He wouldn’t have let you go in the first place if he was just going to kill you. If he wants company, he’s going to get it.”

The whole family erupts into an argument, but Belle ignores it and gets up to put the rose in water and give herself a chance to breathe. She’s the only one who doesn’t really mind this quiet house in the country, where she can garden and read her books, but she’ll give it up if it means a chance for her family to be happy and protected and well cared for.

“I don’t think he’ll kill us for impudence,” she interrupts after a while. “The worst he can do is send us home. Shouldn’t we try?”


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fifth harmony: *performs at a pride event*

me: *draws fifth harmony in a pride parade*


This is unacceptable Bioware! ;)  The sexy cat man does not need to wear long johns under his armor! :P

Note:  Doc and Corso can wear invisible shirts too.  Even LORD SCOURGE can wear an invisible shirt!  This is a travesty!  A Travesty I say!  Aric Jorgan needs chest textures!  and Vector.

P.S.  And I agree completely.  Andronikos’ shirtless ought to show tats on his torso.  The man has tats on his head.  Right, he neglected his torso…sure…I’ll buy that…



Lost Boy (Chapter Four)

Welcome to the story! If you need to, catch up on the rest of the chapters HERE.

Trigger Warnings for this Chapter: attempted sexual assault (NOT BY STEVE) and drug use. This is a sad angsty chapter and honestly was a little difficult to write.


Steve hadn’t heard from Tony in almost thirty hours.
He didn’t want to worry, he absolutely didn’t, but Tony texted him non stop most days, and Steve hadn’t seem him since their ‘almost’ study break the afternoon before. He had received only one text after Tony had left for the day, a short sweet note telling him that he wouldn’t be by that night, so Steve could get some actual sleep, and that he would see his beautiful ass later.
Steve had sent back about a dozen kissy-faces, knowing it would make Tony laugh, and put his phone on silent for the rest of the night.

He had slept great, completely undisturbed, and had woken up lonely as hell, itching to hold his boyfriend -boyfriend- they weren’t even calling each other that yet, but Steve didn’t care. He was already half in love with him anyway.

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Meanwhile, a few tables away…

Sephiroth: Momma, do you have to wear your invisible shirt in public. 

Billy Bob: Our daughter is right dear, it makes other people uncomfortable. 

Sephina: What is really uncomfortable is wearing all those layers when we are about to enjoy a meal! I will not be restricted by society’s norms! 

When you have that one nudist in the family. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I get a long reaction for Kihyun, Jooheon, I.M and wonho if their s.o had a crappy relation with her father and he's the reason for her mistrust in people?

Originally posted by garisanee

Wonho - Alone time was key for you as you almost felt like giving up. Isolated in your room, your hand trudged through your tangled tresses in frustration. Your boss gave you an assignment to produce a selling product for youthful children, somewhat like an invention. Your hands suffered from the calluses that formed on the surface, and the cuts that struck through your skin, puncturing the layers and bringing blood to your sight. Your natural instinct was to cover it with a band-aid and continue working. The ears that belonged to you refused to pick up any sounds, especially the sound of Wonho closing the door and heading to your room. Wasn’t it obvious that you had more things to worry about? It’s not as if your boss’ expectations weighed on your shoulders as well as the profits that would or would not come in depending on how the public enjoys your product. “Hey,” Wonho’s knuckles hit the door a few times before he entered your room, watching your back hunched over your desk. “It’s not good if you’re developing that bad posture of yours.” He rubbed his hand on your back, expecting you to sit up straighter. But you didn’t. “Are you okay–” “Can you leave me alone for a bit, Wonho? I’m sorry to say this but this is important and I need to get this done.” You gestured to your incomplete product, which seemed to be going nowhere. He stared at it for a while before saying, “Why don’t you let me help you? We had to do the same for our light sticks and I could help you–” “No. I don’t need any help.” You hoped to end this conversation, but he decided the opposite. “What do you mean? I’m saying that I could–” “No, Wonho, I don’t need your help.” You felt guilty for interrupting, but what else could you do? “Do you not trust me?” The words shot through your heart; you didn’t expect him to say that but it was true in the end. “No! It’s not that–” “Then what is it?” Wonho looked confused, wanting you to make up your mind. You told him about your past with your father, explaining to him how your father often tried to do the same but never ended up with the desired results. You tried to think the opposite, perhaps it was trial and error, but how could he explain the situation between your parents? Was that trial and error? “I’m sorry.” You had clenched your fists earlier, this time, Wonho put his hands over yours and said, “I’m not your father. You can trust me and let me help you. Please.”

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chaosintheory  asked:

jason and tim's first date wasn't really a date, mainly bc tim tricked jason into believing it was a 'job he needed help with' jay agreed but he's also very confused since?? they're in civvies?? and they got ice cream?? what kind of thing is this. "so, what's the deal?'' tim, licking his ice cream cone: 'nothing, just couldn't get you to go on a date with me.' jason chokes.

Jason strides into the restaurant, eyes already skimming the crowd for Tim. He’s hot, back slightly sweaty from the tux Tim insisted he wear.

He didn’t know what the plan was here, but when he woke up earlier this afternoon (he had stopped a major drugged trade last night okay? He deserved the rest.), the suit was hanging on up outside his door along with a note that said: Meet me at Bella’s Charm at eight.

He had assumed that they were going undercover, because why else would the replacement be sending him to the most notorious couples restaurant in Gotham? At least one couple got engaged there every Saturday. Women would reserve tables there all the time, hoping their clueless partners would pick up on the hints they were dropping.

He uses his height to his advantage, spotting Tim sitting at a table a bit secluded from the rest. Jason waves the hostess away as he makes his way over to Tim.

“Hey.” He greets Tim once he’s in earshot. Tim shoots up out of his seat like lightning, hands brushing invisible dirt off his shirt and pants as he rises.

“You came.” Tim looks surprised, which Jason thinks is strange since he straight up told Jason to meet him here.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jason frowns at him. Instead of answering Tim smiles almost bashfully up at Jason. Jason smiles back at him, Tim had always been awkward, lately Jason found himself thinking it was adorable instead of just plain weird.

“You look nice.” Jason says as he takes a seat. He’s mostly just making conversation, but he means it. Tim had a seriously messed up fashion sense sometimes, but he definitely knew how to dress up when he needed to.

“Thanks, so do you.” Tim just keeps grinning at him. It’s starting to make Jason a little nervous, was Tim drugged somehow before he came over?

“So why did we meet at this….lovely place?” He drawls, heavy on the sarcasm. Tim’s smile finally drops off his face.

“You don’t like it here?” He asks, his voice quiet. He must not want to upset the workers here or something.

“Uh, no? C’mon Timmy, you know me. This is the complete opposite of what I like.”

“Oh.” The silence that falls between them is thick. Jason fiddles with his napkin, avoiding the look Tim is sending his way. This must be one of his favorite places to eat.

“So who’re we looking for here?”


“Our target, dummy. Isn’t that why you made me dress up all fancy and come all the way out here?” Jason looks back up to find Tim staring at him like he’s grown a second head.

The look of confusion morphs into one of horror and Jason watches Tim’s face go from stark white to cherry red in a matter of seconds.

And when it all hits Jason what just happened, he’s sure his face does the exact same thing.

“Oh fuck.” He breathes, watching Tim’s face now turn into one of anger. “Tim, I’m so-“ He’s interrupted when Tim grabs his tie and yanks him forward. Jason manages to tilt his head just in time to avoid smashing their noses together as Tim pulls him into a slightly painful but still wonderful kiss.

“You’re an idiot.” Tim growls against his lips.

“That’s me.” Jason squeaks in response. “You should probably kiss me again because of said idiocy, just so I can be sure that this is actually happening right now.”

Les Mis Rare Pair Week, Day 6: Grantaire/Floreal, aka [Veronica Mars theme song starts playing]