Cherny and Bely - Monster High Catty Noir and Catrine DeMew

Original dolls: Cherny (black) is Mattel Monster High Catty Noir
                      Bely (white) is Mattel Monster High Catrine DeMew

Wigs: (dyed) raw alpaca fiber
Tails: posable wire with cotton fabric and (dyed) alpaca fiber
Body mods: eyes cut open, heads acetone shrunk
Eyes: selfmade follow-me eyes from polymer clay, acrylic paint and epoxy resin
Faces: chalk pastels, colored pencils, acrylic paint, clear gloss, fake lashes
Dresses: hand sewn from cotton fabric, lace and ribbons
Shoes: selfmade from polymer clay, cotton fabric, ribbon, acrylic paint and matte glaze

Kinktober2017 Day 10: Edgeplay with Shatt

So, before you take a second look and go, wait a second, Day 10? But we’re on Day 11! Yes, I’ll admit, this is coming up a day late. I’m sorry. I’M SORRY. BUT IT’S HERE NOW AND NO MATTER WHAT I WILL FINISH ALL 31 DAYS BY HALLOWEEN, SO REST ASSURED. If one doesn’t come out, you can be sure two will come the next day. So yes, Day 11 will be written and done later today. But for now, Shatt!

There was a side to Matthew Holt that no one knew about - a side that no one would ever expect, that he only ever let show behind closed doors. When he was in public, Matt was a starchild, born to research space and encourage others to do their very best. He was the lovable nerd that loved geeking out about space facts and the possibilities of life outside of Earth.

But put him in a dimly lit room with a sex drive and an empty house where no one could hear screaming, and he became a completely different man. Shiro knew this all too well as he struggled against his restraints tying him down to his chair, not to try and escape, but just to test the tightness.

“Well? Did I do a good job?” Matt asked, standing completely nude in front of Shiro’s chair. The slim muscle that swelled from his stomach and shoulders fit perfectly into his leaner body shape, and his face always looked so hot when he was in the mood. It seriously felt like when his glasses came off, so did his nice exterior, because right now he was smirking at Shiro and eyeing his naked form like a juicy piece of meat.

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anonymous asked:

would you be willing to share a list or just some aquarium-safe glaze recipes? i finally have class time again and im eager to make a hide for my boyo (and my tafe is great and lets us fire whatever so cone isnt a huge deal?)


I am planning on sharing a few glaze recipes at some point. I may share most of them on Patreon but I’ll try to share a few here as well.

Unfortunately right now my computer is dead, and I don’t have access to all of my recipes at the moment. I back up so many things and I just didn’t back up that folder. I’m sorry!

For glazes I have a few recommendations!

  • Fairly obvious but they need to be free of toxic metals and minerals that have the potential to leach; that means no barium, lead, etc. 
  • Food safe. This doesn’t just mean that they don’t contain the above minerals, but for many it also means they have to have a strong enough glass former that they don’t react to acid. To test a glaze, fire a test piece with it (just a flat tile works). Slice an acidic fruit such as kiwi or a citrus fruit, and lay it flat side down against the glaze. Let it sit for a week in your fridge. When you remove the piece of fruit, if the glaze has changed in any way (texture or color), it should not be considered food safe, and needs to be reformulated. Glossy glazes tend to be stronger than matte glazes, but there are exceptions.
  • If your work is not becoming vitrified then you need to particularly make sure that your glaze has a good fit, such as no crackling or crawling (and certainly no shivering!). If you’re firing your clay so that it’s becoming vitrified then it’s less important, since bacteria has less of a chance of getting trapped in the cracks if the clay is not porous.
  • No copper. You don’t mention what species you’re making the hide for. Avoiding copper is most important to animals like invertebrates and amphibians and some fish. In a well-formulated glaze it shouldn’t leach, even when immersed in environments such as acidic aquariums or acidic substrate for years. However, I err on the side of caution with this one, and make sure I never use copper on any piece intended for small animal use. I don’t know how someone might use it down the road, and even if it’s for me only, I don’t want to potentially forget which piece has which combination of glazes. You could write “contains copper” on the bottom with stain or glaze pencil when you want to make a piece for critters and remind yourself not to use it with glaze-sensitive animals down the road, however.
  • It’s best to fire mid-to-high range. Porous, low-fired clay is very hard to sanitize or disinfect. Although brand new porous low fired clay like terra cotta will be pet safe, you can’t really reuse it after quarantine, between animals, etc. It should be tossed and new pieces made or purchased.
  • No lusters or other low-fired decals and accents. 

I hope this will help you evaluate the glaze recipes you have access to until I can share some!

internallynooting  asked:

WKFNRIDNSOTHROWNSB I JUST THOUGHT OF TORD REACTING TO PET NAMES FROM MATT- ((i just found your tumblr and rlly like your art and i rlly like mattord so bless you -w-))

Matt: My little Tordy bear !
Tord: …
Matt: Leeeetle honey glazed chunky bunny baby!
Tord: I-
Matt: My itty bitty cuddle monkey honey pie!! <33
Tord: mATT-
Matt: My baby num nums peanut butter pooky pooky!!!! <333!!

Tord: You are… My sweet prins sjarmerende.
Matt: I am?! Am still your brave solider too?
Tord: Always.
Matt: YAY!

((AAAA THANK YOU! Mattord is my evERYTHING. Bless those who ship it as much as I do.))

anonymous asked:

omg!!! those kiss prompts!! so cute!!! i'd love to see a "distracting kiss" one! X3 with whichever pair you like! <3

Matt’s eyes are starting to glaze over, his fingers drumming on his knees as he shifts and sighs in the uncomfortable chair. In front of him General Hux paces, rant in full flow now.

“-willful destruction of Order property, don’t know what you were thinking-”

Matt rolls his eyes, Hux is starting to repeat himself now. There has to be something he can do to distract him, anything to make him just. stop. talking.

“Well?” Hux folds his arms and glares down at Matt, “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Matt rises to his feet, noticing the slight hitch in Hux’s breath as he does. He smirks and cups Hux’s face in one rough hand, “Do you ever shut up?” Matt knows he’ll probably be court martialed for this, so he might as well make it count. He slots his lips over Hux’s own and feels him tense at the contact. He kisses lightly, his other hand coming to rest on one of Hux’s hips, feeling the jut of bone underneath.

Hux gasps out and Matt starts to pull back, fully ready to be thrown from the nearest airlock.

And then there are hands in his hair and his glasses are pushed into the bridge of his nose as Hux surges forwards. His tongue traces the seam of Matt’s lips and Matt willingly parts them, eager to taste.

It is sloppy and unrefined and everything else that Hux has called him during this tedious meeting and Matt simply can’t get enough. He hauls the General towards him, crushing him to his chest, not pulling away for an instant until his breath starts to run out.

Hux’s pale face is flushed, his cap askew and his eyes glazed. Matt can’t help but feel a stab of pride at the swollen pink of his lips. Hux’s tongue slips out to swipe across them in a movement that sends heat racing downwards and he clears his throat.

“Very well then. I believe no further disciplinary action is needed.” A copper eyebrow arches and Hux smirks, “Unless you ask for it of course.”

Vernon/OFC: For all the marbles, a SVT!kindergarten AU

Genre: Fluff/Friendship/Puppy love

Word Count: 1173

Characters: smol!Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, various SVT members

Prompt:  Imagine your OTP meeting as kids and Person B (lil Hansol) decides to woo Person A by giving them pretty rocks that they find. And lil Hansol gets schooled by his bros in marbles and the art of puppy love

“You’re stupid!”

“You’re stupid!”

“You look like a squid!” Hoshi laughed, his puffy cheeks spreading like cream puffs as he pointed at her hair. Today it was shaped into four pigtails, two low and two up, secured by thin sky blue ribbons.

She was getting red in the face, and stomped her sandal-clad foot on the ground, lifting a ring of dust around their area. “I do not!”

“Do too.” Hoshi stuck out his tongue, thumbing the straps of his denim overalls. “I’m going to call teacher-nim, because squids aren’t allowed in school!”

“You’re so annoying!” the little girl clenched her fists, her shoulders tensing all the way to her neck. “I’m not playing with you anymore!” and she threw the plush dinosaur at his face, which Hoshi easily caught in his arms. It only made her angrier, and she stomped away to a corner of the playground, fed up.

“Good!” Hoshi called out, surrounded by his band of three friends. “We don’t want to play with a dumb girl!”

Hansol frowned from his safe spot in the sandbox, where his friends were surrounded by their marble ring. They were playing for keepsies today, which meant Hansol was already set up to lose. He already lost all his cateyes to Jeonghan, who was currently arranging all his new marbles by color and size. He didn’t care, it happened all the time, but he cared when a pretty girl in blue ribbons was sitting alone on the swing set. He rather liked her hair, it was unique and stood out from all the other girls who wore matching flower barrettes. It was different, just like him.

“Hoshi can be so mean sometimes.” he mumbled sourly, fisting the sand between his fingers.

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I Miss Her

“Pass me that screwdriver over there,” Pidge commanded as soon as Shiro walked into the room. She held out her hand expectantly, though she kept her eyes on the project she was working on. Shiro handed her the tool before crouching down beside her, watching her tinker.

“Pidge, you realize it’s around two in the morning, right?” Shiro canted his head, cocking an eyebrow and smiling softly. “And you have training in the morning.”

Pidge snorted, “I’ll sleep when I’m done.”

“And when do you think that’ll be?”

Instead of giving a proper answer, Pidge frowned down at the screwdriver she held before setting it aside. “Pass me one with a smaller tip.”

“Pidge…” Shiro sighed in exasperation, but still reached over to rummage through the toolbag, finding and pulling out another, smaller screwdriver.

“I’ll be fine,” Pidge waved away his concern, and with the correct tool in hand, she bent back over her project, her face scrunching up in total concentration, her tongue peeking out from between her lips.

Shiro probably would have chuckled and relented, or have rolled his eyes and tried again to get her to bed, but suddenly he was being taken back in time; back to the Galra prison cells; back to the worst year of his life.

“-she was staring at it intently, and it’s funny, because whenever she focuses on something like that, she’ll stick out her tongue.” Matt Holt snickers, grinning over at Shiro from where he lies on the floor. His eyes are warm as he talks about his baby sister, and Shiro is glad to see the smile on his friend’s face. “She always denies it, though,” Matt continues, “‘That’s weird. I don’t do that’, she says. Okay, Katie. Whatever you say.”

Shiro laughs along with Matt, soaking up this happy little moment, hoping it would last.

“When we get out of here, I’ll introduce you to her,” Matt promises, “You’ll love her almost as much as I do.” He turned to stare up at the ceiling, and when he speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper, and holds an infinite amount of sadness. “I miss her.”

“-okay, Shiro?”

Shiro snapped back to the present, blinking and shaking his head, shoving the memories away. Pidge had set down her tools and was now kneeling in front of him, frowning in concern.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked, probably not for the first time. “You totally blanked out on me.”

Shiro just shook his head and tried for a reassuring smile, but could tell by the pursing of Pidge’s lips that she wasn’t buying it. “I’m just tired, is all,” he said, hoping she would drop it. Pidge squinted at him for a moment, her eyes searching, but then she shrugs and quietly mutters fine before turning away.

Shiro lets himself relax slightly, his shoulders drooping minutely, relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain to Pidge what he had just remembered. He stood, bending over to quickly ruffle Pidge’s hair (earning a squawk of annoyance) before heading for the door. “I’m going to bed,” he told her as the door slid open with a hiss, “And you should be, too.”

“Yeah yeah, five more minutes.” Pidge waved her hand dismissively, and this time Shiro did roll his eyes.


Shiro laid down in his bed, squeezing his eyes closed. His metal arm felt weird and heavy and uncomfortable.

I miss her.

With a growl, Shiro sat up, running his human hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in agitation. He blew out a breath, wishing he could just forget.

I miss her.

He was so tired, but sleeping meant dreaming, and he wasn’t sure he could handle that right now. His dreams were always the same; Galra prisons lit in an ugly purple; the terrified and pained faces of his friends; the fight in which he lost his arm, played over and over until he woke up in a cold sweat, with phantom pains shooting up and down his right arm.

I miss her.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out, Matt,” Shiro whispered, cradling his head in his hands. His eyes prickled with unshed tears of anger, at himself and at the world. “I’m so sorry.”


The team was taking a short, well-earned break. Allura had touched the castle-ship down on an uninhabited, quiet planet. While she and Coran made any necessary repairs and checked on the ship’s systems, the paladins decided to explore the planet. Lance and Keith had immediately disappeared, leaving only echoes of shouted insults in their wake. Hunk had waved at Shiro before ambling off on his own, looking peaceful. Pidge also had run off, yelling something about a waterfall she had spotted as they landed. Shiro decided to follow the youngest of their group, and he easily caught up to her as she had gotten distracted by the planet’s plant life.

Shiro, look at these!” Pidge gushed excitedly, squatting down to examine a cluster of tiny flowers, marveling at their iridescent petals. She brought up her wrist monitor, scanning the plants and logging the information into a holographic notebook filled with other data she found fascinating.

Once finished, she grinned up at Shiro, her golden eyes sparkling. “Everything on this planet seems to glow,” She said in awe. “It’s incredible! I wonder if it’s something in the atmosphere? Maybe it has something to do with the gas coming from all the pores in the ground. I tried to figure out what it was, but it’s not anything from the periodic table–which, different galaxy, different planet, so duh!–so I’ll have to wait and ask Coran when we get back to the castle. Oh!”

Shiro watched Pidge run a short distance away, something else having caught her attention. Her chatter was endless; her energy was high as she darted from one new sight to another. She was still talking, failing to realize that she was no longer close enough for Shiro to hear her.

“She’s never still,” Shiro remembers Matt saying. It was just after another one of Shiro’s fights. He was exhausted and his muscles screamed at him in pain. He was lying on the cold ground back in his cell, trying to ignore how much he hurt all over when Matt spoke, his voice soft.

“Katie?” Shiro asked, keeping his eyes closed. He couldn’t even turn his head to look over at his friend. Matt nodded, coming over to sit beside Shiro. He leaned against the wall, drawing his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

“She always has to be moving,” Matt continued, his eyes glazing over as he thought about his sister, a bitter smile coming to his face. “And if her body is still, then her mouth is moving. She talks a mile a minute.” He laughed quietly but it sounded strangled, and his next words were accompanied by a choked sob. “She’s- she’s always got some kind of new information she’s bursting to share. Her room is filled with notebooks where she puts down all her findings and data and thoughts.”

“Hey,” Shiro said, ignoring the pain in his body to sit up and thread an arm around Matt’s trembling shoulders. “You’re gonna see her again, okay? I promise you. I’m going to get us out.”

“I believe you,” Matt whispered back, “I believe you.”

“Hey, Shiro!” Pidge called, gaining Shiro’s attention. “Do you think it’d be okay if I took some samples back to the ship?” She looked up at him pleadingly, carrying an assortment of plants and little cups of what looked like dirt, except for the fact that it glowed.


“Sweet,” Pidge grinned excitedly, already walking back towards the castle. “I’m going to start running tests immediately! Hurry up, Shiro!”

Shiro watched her retreating back, a bittersweet, crooked smile tugging at his lips. “I’m coming, Pidge.”


“There you are,” Shiro sighed, coming over to sit beside Pidge. They were both quiet as they watched the planet’s three, red suns set.

“Did he talk about me?” Pidge asked suddenly, breaking the silence with her whispered but urgent question.

Shiro glanced at her, but she kept her gaze on the horizon, her face pinched into a pained frown. “Yes, he did,” Shiro replied finally.

Pidge didn’t respond, waiting for Shiro to continue.

He looked forward again, gathering his thoughts before he spoke again, his voice gentle and sad, “He talked about you a lot, really. He would talk about your funny habits, your quirks, the things you liked and didn’t like. He talked about how he would introduce me to you, about how I would love you almost as much as he does.” He stopped there, his throat tight. When he looked again at Pidge, she was curled in on herself, her small frame shaking with silent sobs.

“I miss him,” She croaked.

I miss her.

“I know, Pidge,” Shiro leaned over and tugged her close, tucking her against his side, “I know.”


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theme thursday: small ceramic planter finds

terra cotta succulent planters by huseyinartik

more planters for your house or apartment or porch or balcony or desk … see, you can put these babies ANYWHERE. huseyinartik’s varied styles are ideal for an instant collection. i love the matte white glaze accents with the terra cotta myself, but they’ve got other colors and shapes to love, too!