limb dress

she shows you a picture of the summer you first met. you smile, the happiest time of your life rushing over you like a gentle wave, a reassurance. timeless. a summer of whispered promises, of two pedicured pairs of feet. morning hikes, afternoon picnics, evening strolls through the park. morning cuddles, her voice raspy with sleep and limbs clumsy. matching dresses and kissing away tears from her cheeks. a summer of the sand and the sea and her, always her.

anonymous asked:

Hey could u write where you see harry on a magazine with a really pretty girl (ur dating btw) and u feel really insecure around him afterwards

(this is really good and relevant to my lame and insecure self, thank you <3 also I fucked up and this got really long, oops)

“Babe?” Harry’s voice comes with a quiet knock on your dressing room door, and you check to make sure it’s locked.

“Yes? I’m almost done." 

"Wait, what? I haven’t even seen you in anything yet!” You frown as you push the too-tight pair of jeans down your legs and begin to place them back onto the hanger, pulling on your own pants roughly. You open the door to a surprised looking Harry, looking you up and down when he sees you in your own clothing and holding a heap of clothes from the store. “Nothing fit right? I thought that sparkly shirt would look good on you…”

“It didn’t.” Your response is curt as you hang the clothes on a nearby rack. “None of them did." 

"Well, do you want to keep looking?”

“Can we go home?” Harry blinks at you, a frown appearing between his eyebrows as he tries to figure you out, but you avoid his eyes. You feel like you could burst into tears at any second and you don’t need to be making a scene in public. 

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omg just fucking broke my tablet T_T when trying to resoldering the loose port! so ichigo’s missing some limbs and rukia’s dress and veil cap are missing the necessary embellishments and decorative embroidery,oh and their rings too :( this piece is for the ichiruki new year’s celebration @arilimbrick 

classyswifts  asked:

oh my god thank you so much! it was ADORABLE i was smiling the whole time i read it! i would love a part two but if you don't want to then that's totally fine! like i tell dave i like zac?

AN: i am once again so so soooo sorry about not posting. i totally forgot i had it sitting in drafts. anyways, heres the much awaited part two.

Daves POV

“Thats… great!” I pushed out angrily. Y/N had bounced over to me, a huge smile on her face. Normally, I would have worn a smile to match seeing as hers was to beautiful not to smile back at, but this time I knew something was off. This was her ‘wow i met a super cute guy’ smile. A smile I had come to hate seeing as I was literally head over heals in love with this girl. But that wasn’t even the worst part. Y/N hadn’t developed a crush on anyone. She had found herself crushing on Zac, my costar and best friend. Well, second best friend. Y/N was my best best friend.

I felt heart sink into my stomach as the words left her mouth, her beautiful full lips continuing to ramble on about his eyes or some shit like that. I balled my hands into fists and tried to breathe normally but I felt like i wanted to cry. But I sucked it up and put a smile on my face as I listened to the girl I loved tell me about how she loved another. With each word she spoke I felt my heart beat a bit faster, anger pooling inside my chest. I had been so caught up in looking happy, I hadn’t even noticed that (y/n) had stopped talking. She shot me a sideways smile before asking if i was ok. I nodded quickly before blushing and spewing out some bullshit excuse as to why I had to leave. My feet were moving before I had really even finished speaking. I moved slowly to my dressing room, limbs basically numb. I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes burned with unshed tears. I yanked the door open and locked it behind me, sitting on the small plush couch that I’d usually cuddle with (Y/N) on. Dammit. All i wanted was to wake up next to her in the morning, her hair rather messy and her smile lit up by the early morning light shining through the curtains. Was that to much to ask?

(Y/N) was aloud to date any one she wanted, right? Besides, its somewhat my fault that i never told her how i felt. Maybe then she would’ve looked at me the way she does Zac. God everything is so fucked up.

AN: if you want one last part, I PROMISE I will get it up. THese are so fun to write!

Alright. Fandomstuck ideas.

So, these ideas have been in my head forever and I think I’m finally gonna write them out. Sit tight because I’ve got a lot of ideas.

Basically, this idea is for a Fandomstuck City that’s partially based on the city of Zootopia. I’m not going to spoil the premise of the movie so don’t worry, but I will get into what the city looks like (I won’t say that it’s spoilers, however). It’s an example on how the city looks like, and not how the dynamics of the city I’ll be describing will work.

The City of Fandomstuck idea I’ve worked on is pretty basic. There’s this massive city that has different districts and areas that are based on fandoms, and the center of the city is where everything and everyone comes together. The Zootopia similarities start here, since I was thinking large walled off parts of the city with borders that seperate the different ecosystems, and then smaller parts of the city within those ecosystems. Such as a Desert like ecosystem that holds both of the towns of Night Vale and Desert Bluffs, which are the towns I’ll use as examples.

The city itself would have supernatural aspects, as everything would have its own general aestetic and weather and stuff.

Take Night Vale and Desert Bluffs as an example. Night Vale would be a town within a desert where the sun isn’t quite “bright”. It still provides light but the town itself seems very, very dark. It’s got the color scheme associated with the podcast and city of Night Vale- which is Dark colors and various shades of purple. The sun is the same and time is generally the same throughout the whole city in general, but it looks different in Night Vale. The citizens there are easy to remember by name and voice, but have no familiar facial features or appearances in general. You’d know who they were if you saw them, but wouldn’t be able to describe them if you weren’t looking at them. They’d have weird features as well, such as tentacles, moving tattoos, multiple eyes or limbs, etc. They’d dress in weird combinations of clothes.

Desert Bluffs would have an obnoxiously bright color scheme to it, with people that weren’t the most normal or sane in general. A majority of the city would be focused on hard work and a lot would be workaholics. Huge rivals with Night Vale. The citizens would be easier to remember than the citizens of Night Vale. They’d dress in relatively normal clothes, but their faces are creepy. They wouldn’t smile normally, or have normal eyes at all. The sun would be brighter than in Night Vale, too. Strexcorp would still be a powerful company there.

The Fandomstuck characters of Welcome to Night Vale and Desert Bluffs would be radio hosts in their respective cities.

The city itself would also have floating parts, underwater parts, and parts of the city would be far underground. Other examples I can use for various ecosystems would be Gravity Falls, and Artemis Fowl.

Gravity Falls would be its own town in the middle of a forest-type part to the city. There would be other towns in said forest as well, and there would be a direct border between the forest and the desert. It would have citizens that would be oblivious to supernatural happenings, but aware of anyone that came from places outside of their own town. They’d be relatively normal people, too- but with odd customs (Summerween, how they pick mayors, stuff like that). The environment would be normal, but the weather would stay summer-like all year ‘round.

Artemis Fowl would have an Underground portion of the city, populated by various types of fairies. Centaurs, elves, pixies, etc. with accommodations made for fairies of smaller or larger statures. The underground city would be high-tech, with a very good police-force. They’d be strict with who goes underground and who goes above ground. They’d have places to get underground, but the way they’d get above ground wouldn’t be conventional elevators (for some people). Some citizens would have access to Shuttles, which would run through tunnels and would be blasted up into the surface and air by magma flares. It would have a huge dependence on technology. Though the police would be good, there would also be a high-crime rate. It would only take up a small portion of the Underground as well, as some portion would have to be shared with fandoms such as Undertale.

The Fandomstuck characters themselves wouldn’t have any particular professions, although they’d both live in places similar to the characters in their source materials. Artemis Fowl would live in a mansion, although it would be underground, and Gravity Falls would live in a tourist-trap.

On to the main/center part of the city.

Essentially, it would be the busiest part of the city. It would be like a mix of cultures and ideas and it would be visually stunning in some places and terrifying in others. Fandoms that wouldn’t have their own districts would be there. You would be able to tell who came from what part of the city. There could be some discrimination between different kinds of humanoid-people.

Having odd powers or visual appearances would be normal, though, and there would be different opportunities based on this. People who could fly with or without wings would have special positions in professions. Different powers would be depended on- like Healers working at hospitals. Magic would also be a very important thing.

There would also be illegal activities, as there are in every city. There would be illegal bot-fighting, like in BH6, or just the usual crime.

There would be sports based around certain powers, like how there was pro-bending in the Legend of Korra, or turf-wars like in Splatoon.

As for Smaller fandoms that don’t live in the city, depending on what it is, it’d either be part of the countryside just outside of the city, OR it would be a part of the center of the city.

If you wanna add to this idea or say what your fandoms would do or be like, please! Do it. I’m so excited that I finally got this idea out! And if anyone wants an AU chat based on this, also mention it! I’m sure I could set one up in no time at all.

Open for Commissions

Hey! I’m officially open for small custom crochet doll commissions! If you’re interested in getting one, feel free to send me an email using the link in the sidebar.

Right now, I’m open for small sized commissions, which are 6-7 inches (~16 cm) tall.

Here’s an example of my character as a custom doll. She was the prototype, so she’s a bit less round than the current style, but gives a good example of how details might translate.

Here’s a more recent commission for comparison.

The base price for each doll is $35 U.S. This includes:

  • Small body with up to 5 limbs (2 legs, 2 arms, 1 small tail)
  • Base head with up to 3 appendages (2 ears or horns, 1 snout or nose)
  • 2 yarn colors for the head, limbs, and body
  • 1 dress (example 1) or shirt (example 2)
  • Safety* eyes

This price does not include hair (see details below) or shipping. Currently, I can only ship within the United States.

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The Firebird - Chapter 10

Step 10: Peeta’s Dance

My huge thanks go to four persons - @dandelion-sunset, @titaniasfics​ and @xerxia31​ for taking on the task of betaing my (huge) pile of mistakes grammarwise, and to @akai-echo​ for the awesome banner and aesthetics (go figure, she doesn’t believe it’s THAT good … go tell her if you agree with me).

So, are you ready to dance ? if so, go read :) And please, PLEASE, don’t forget to review, or let me know if you liked it :)

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She honestly didn’t know what she was doing here, in a crowd of people dancing, cheering and drinking, where everybody seemed to know everybody. She couldn’t believe she’d agreed to come celebrate instead of going to the studio to rehearse again. But Peeta said it was for both Finnick’s enrollment in the upcoming season of Dancing with the Stars, and her lead role as the Firebird. Now she had two main events to look forward to dancing in, and couldn’t waste time doing nothing constructive.

But somehow, Peeta’s words – and Finnick’s enthusiasm at her having the role – had persuaded her to attend this party together with the dancers. They wouldn’t be dancing tonight – no shows on Mondays – and were all ready to spend an evening moving their asses to the music. As if they didn’t do it enough on their own.

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dragon-chica  asked:

Could I please request no. 10 for Deadpool? *snickers* and 28 sounds sooo Dean Winchester XD

On the Night Before Christmas

“And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Bridge on Christmas Eve!”

You stared indifferently at the scene in front of you: Wade Wilson was tangled in the suspension cables of the Brooklyn Bridge – well, part of him was. You dared not ask where the rest of his limbs were – dressed only in a Santa hat, his mask, and some tube socks.

You raised your hand to the communicator in your ear, connecting you to the Blackbird that hovered somewhere nearby. You and a couple more X-Men were called out after they heard news of a ‘dismembered, nude man hanging on the bridge singing Christmas carols’. Of course, they sent you to take care of it, because you were unfortunate enough to have encountered Deadpool many times before. Professor said that was more of a relationship with him than any other X-Men had.

Well, besides Wolverine, but no amount of money in the world would convince him to do this.

“Yeah, I found him.”

“Is that Wolverine? Tell him I said hi!”

“Ew, no, I’m not touching him, he’s butt-naked.”

“Excuse you,” Wade tried to wiggle himself out of the cables, which was kind of hard when he was missing half a leg. “I’ll have you know that there are some people who would spend some good money to see my treasures. You should see the fanart – the thirst is real.”

He could even make jokes while in the worst positions, you thought. You didn’t know if that was supposed to be admirable or just plain sad, implying that he has been in worst situations.

“Alright, bud, I’ll help you down for two chimichangas and a pinky promise that you won’t tell anyone this happened.”

“My hands haven’t grown back in yet.”

You rolled your eyes and cringed as Wade’s body made multiple squishy sounds. It really didn’t help when Wade would scream in overexaggerated agony whenever you moved him as much as an inch. You, of course, made a cautious effort to avoid any private areas, or just plain gross areas – which was pretty hard. Wade had multiple bullet wounds and gashes, and what seemed to be the start of an infection right under his collar bone. Wade (obviously) had one hell of a healing factor, but even you knew he pushed its limits that night. It might be hours before he even stops bleeding. It was inconceivable how he managed to keep his mask in tact.

You supported his body against yours so that his open wounds wouldn’t get even more gross by laying on the ground. It was evident that he was exhausted by the way he put all his weight on you.

“Whoops.” He pointed – well, he gestured towards – the large blood stain starting to spread from your shoulder to your chest. “Hope the school covers laundry expenses.”

“Oh please, we have enough money to repair the school after it gets blown up every three weeks. Don’t worry about it.”

He laughed at that, which in turn made you giggle.

“Well, I’ve been enough of a burden, I gotta get back t’work.” He hopped toward the side of the bridge, and looked down; probably searching for some limbs. “My target is on the move now, and this issue needs a heroic ending. Thanks, kiddo.”

You frowned at the thought of Wade fighting whoever-the-hell with no hands or leg. How the hell did he plan on doing that? Hold his swords in his mouth? He’s not that idiotic, he knows it won’t end well; super healing factor or not. You crossed your arms and thought this through. If you snuck him in through the back… oh, but the Professor might sense him. Plus it’ll be kind of hard to miss the bleeding guy in the security cameras.

Wade spotted some piece of clothing draped on the ledge, and attempted to grab it with his nubs.

Ah, screw it.

“Hey, Wade, we can save the chimichangas for another time.” He stopped his task and looked toward you, mask raised slightly indicating he was raising his eyebrows. “Yeah, uh, I have a secret stash of frozen burritos and sodas back at the school. Would be a shame if I didn’t share them with anyone.”

You mentally slapped yourself for that lame excuse. Offering to help Wade upfront wouldn’t work, that was a no-brainer. Despite being an over-affectionate loudmouth, Wade actually hates having people pay that sort of attention to him. He doesn’t like the idea of being a burden, he can take care of himself. Although, regarding his current state, it was clear that that was far from the truth. He is all about no strings attached, no emotional connections, no friends; that sort of deal. You didn’t have to see his face to realize how lonely that was.

He must’ve seen through your cover up because he hesitated and moved his gaze to his ‘hands’. He sighed and slumped in defeat, giving up on picking up the fabric. He twisted his body and  hopped over to you.

“I guess I’ll leave them on a cliffhanger this month.”

You took that as a yes and moved to support his body again, refusing to think of the amount of crap you’ll get for this back in the jet. But you didn’t care, because Wade was already telling you about this series story arc. How he’s ‘gonna finish it with a bang’ and perhaps even guest star in an X-Men issue; and he accepted your help without directly saying so. It was character development at it’s finest.


Okay, maybe not.

Calum Hood- Dancer

Request: Hey! Can I get an imagine smutty or not with Calum? …. Use your imagination for the writing. Thanks Love ! :D - badness-level

A/N: Sorry, I don’t do personals :( But I wrote a general one with Y/N. And I kept her information about herself private. Thanks for the requests!

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I reached down and touched my toes, stretching out my limbs. I was dressed in tights and shorts with a black tank top. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for dance class. It was just more of a sad day because today is Calum and I’s one year anniversary and he’s away on tour. We’re planning on skyping, but sometimes a computer screen isn’t enough. I miss his touch and sleeping with him at night. I haven’t seen him in a few months, but I’m happy for him. He’s living his dream and I couldn’t be happier for him. He’s talented and deserves everything he has. I just wish he we’re here with me today.

“Okay, today is going to be simple and short. We’re going to learn a simple 4 by 4 step to a new song, got it?” The instructor said in the front of the room. She began to show us the routine and we all caught on pretty quickly as it was pretty simple. After a couple more hours of practice, class was over and we all packed our bags.

“Hey, Y/N, do you have plans tonight?” One of my fellow dancers, Jessica, asked.

“Yeah, I’m skyping with my boyfriend. It’s our anniversary.”

“Oh yes, Calum Hood.” She giggled.

I smiled, “Yeah, Calum Hood.”

“Okay, well, maybe tomorrow night we can hang out.”

“Sounds good.” I said and put my jacket on. I flung my bag over my shoulders and dug my keys out of the bag. I stepped out into the cold air and began to walk towards my car. I needed to get home, shower, and then get ready for my skype date with Calum. I unlocked my car and got in the driver’s seat, putting my bag on the passenger seat. My phone started to ring and Calum’s name popped up onto my screen. I smiled at hit answer, “Hi Cal.”

“Hey, Y/N…” His voice trailed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked buckling my seatbelt.

“I have some bad news.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t skype tonight.”

I stopped moving, “What?”

“I know, I know. We have a last minute meeting to talk about the set list for the tour in North America. I’m so sorry.”

I swallowed the lump that started to form in the back of my throat, “No, that’s okay. I understand.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. We can skype tomorrow.” His voice was soft.

“Okay, sure.”

“Hey, I love you.”

I smiled a bit, but then my face fell, “I love you, too.”

“I’ll call you after my meeting.”

“Okay.” I said and then I hung up. The lump in the back of my throat rose and I let out a small sob. Of course he can’t skype tonight. On our anniversary, of all nights. I wiped the pathetic tears that ran down my cheeks and I started my car, driving home slowly. I’m not really surprised; this kind of stuff happens all the time. I just thought that tonight we actually would. But, of course, we didn’t. I made my way down my street and then I pulled into my driveway. I rested my head on the steering wheel, sniffling a few times before opened my car door. I grabbed my bag and put in on my shoulder and stepped out of the car, closing it and locking it. I looked up from the ground to see someone sitting on my porch swing. I walked up the steps and dropped my bag to the ground, “Calum?”

Calum stood up from the bench and smiled, “Hi Y/N.” He held flowers out from behind his back, “Happy Anniversary.”

The tears came back and flooded my vision and I ran to him and jumped onto him, literally. I wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms went around his neck. I nuzzle my face into his neck and let out a small cry, “I missed you so much.”

He held onto me tightly, “Oh God, I missed you too.” He sighed.

I hopped off of him and leaned up, crashing our lips together. Oh my God it’s been so long since I’ve kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and help me close to him which is exactly what I needed from him. Well, I mainly just needed him but holding me close is something I always need. Suddenly my mind was racing with a thought questions and I pulled back, “Wait, how are you here? I thought you had a meeting. Aren’t you going to miss some shows? You scared me half to death!”

“Babe, calm down.” He giggled and handed me the flowers, “Before I forget, these are for you.”

I smiled and took them from him, “Thank you.”

“And to answer your questions, I flew on a plane, I lied about the meeting, I’m not going to miss any shows, and I apologize for scaring you half to death.”

I giggled and reached up, hugging him again. He laughed and hugged me back.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” He said and we made our way inside. I put the flowers in a vase and sat down on the couch next to Calum. I immediately wrapped my arms around his torso and planted my lips on his neck. He laughed as I kissed around his face until I found his lips. He kissed me back and pulled me onto his lap. I sat close to him as he kissed me hard, his hands roaming around my back.

He pulled back and placed a hand on my cheek, “Did you really think I would miss our anniversary?”

“Honestly, most guys forget these kind of things.”

“When it matters, I remember.” He said and kissed me again. In this moment, I knew I loved him. I love him so much it hurts. Our centers were very close to each other, making me anxious and wanting more. I haven’t been with him in months; I need him. I tugged at the bottom of his sweatshirt and he chuckled against my lips. He pulled back and took off his sweatshirt, throwing it on the ground. I pulled his shirt over his head and he chuckled, his lips curling into a perfect smile.

“Your turn.” He said and I smiled. I unzipped my jacket and took it off along with my black tank top. He looked at me up and down and then smashed our lips together. Suddenly I heard a door open and I pulled away from Calum.

“Oh, no.”

“What?” He asked.

“My parents are home.” He pushed myself off of his lap and quickly put my jacket on and zipped it up. Calum quickly put his shirt back on before my mom walked into the living room.

“Hi, sweetie, oh Calum! Hi! What a nice surprise!” She said and walked over to him, giving him a short hug.

“Hi Mrs. Y/L/N.” Calum said.

“So, what were you two up to?”

“Um, actually, today is our anniversary and we kind of wanted to spend it together.” I said hinting to her.

“Oh,” She laughed and started to back out of the room, “I’ll be in my room.” She said and then went into her bedroom upstairs. I looked up at Calum and he looked down at me and we both laugh.

“Well, that was close.” I said. I grabbed his hand, “Come on.” We walked upstairs into my room and locked the door. He sat down on my bed and I walked over to him, crawling onto his lap again, “Where were we?”

“With your mom down the hall?”

“We’ll just have to be quiet.” I said and then I fumbled with his belt. Once I undid his belt, I pulled his pants down his lets along with his boxers. I got higher up on my knees and grabbed hold of his member. He hissed, but then put a hand over his mouth. I pumped him a few times, watching his facial expression. It was clear that I am making him feel good. I rubbed my thumb over his tip, wiping the pre-cum off of it, licking it into my mouth. He looked down at me just as I put him slightly into my mouth. I purposely teased him, even though we have to be quiet. Hearing his moans makes wet, so I like teasing him.

He moaned, “Stop teasing.”

I smirked and then put him all the way in my mouth. He took in a deep breath and took his bottom lip between his teeth. I bobbed my head up and down, pumping the rest that didn’t fit in my mouth. Every once and a while, I would trace my tongue over his head. I felt him pulled back.

“Stop, I don’t want to cum right now.” He said and then picked me up, putting me on the bed. I unzipped my jacket, leaving me in my bra since I took my shirt off downstairs. He pulled my shorts down my legs and groaned when he noticed my tights. “How important are these tights?” He asked.

“I have more pairs just get them off.” I begged.

He grabbed the hemp of them and pulled them off. They made a ripping noise as Calum tore them off my body. He threw them to the ground along with my panties that he also ripped off.

“You ripped my underwear off.” I said.

“I know.” He said and leaned down, his mouth attacking my throbbing center. I moaned loudly, but then slapped a hand to my mouth. I need to remember that my mom is right down the hallway. He showed no mercy as he ate me out, my legs shaking every time his tongue flicked over my sensitive nub. I moaned into my mouth, using my other had to reach down and run my fingers through Calum’s hair. Oh God, I forgot how good he is at this.

“Calum…” I whispered.

He pulled away from me and I whimpered at the loss of touch. He leaned up and kissed me and then aligning himself up with my entrance. He teased my entrance with his tip and I groaned.

“Stop fucking teasing me and just go.” I said through my teeth. He didn’t waste any more time and he slammed into me. He kissed me to stop my moans from being too loud as he pounded in and out of me relentlessly. I was already so close when he was eating me out that I was reaching my high faster than I thought. I kept moaning into his mouth as his tip brushed against my g-spot with every thrust. He reached down and began to rub figure-eight on my clit and I arched my back off the bed. This time, Calum didn’t pin me back down. I met his thrusts with mine and I gripped my fingers in Calum’s hair.

“Shit.” Calum moaned into my mouth and I felt him release himself inside me. Calum still thrust into me because I still haven’t cum yet. He pushed himself up on his arms so he was higher above me and he threw my leg over his shoulder. He then started to pound into me and I threw my head back and opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I felt myself getting close and closer to my high and so did Calum. He reached down and placed a hand on my mouth just as I came, screaming his name into his hand. He rode out my high and then pulled out, collapsing next to me. “Happy Anniversary, Y/N.” He whispered into my ear.

I smiled and faced him, “Happy Anniversary, Calum.”