#yeah! i’m a doll….a bratz doll

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

OP I am new to twisted wonderland but I saw the binding hc post and I uuuuuh have a request if that’s okay. My request is basically like, MC/Yuu who is AFAB and NB or Trans Masc who isn’t out. They get sorted into dorms or something and refuse to wear the uniforms because Tiddies are More Pronounced and that’s not cash gender of them. and they basically get into a fight with the dorm leaders that lead to them coming out while yelling and then just. The dorm leaders are like ???? Well shit that’s fixable why didn’t you say that earlier ??

Trans Yuu

Yuu is a trans dude in the middle of transitioning at the worst place to do it— NRC.

Notes: went in a wild direction lmao. Anyways FTM Yuu. Shitty jokes and cringe.

You are a 2010 Stefani Canturi Barbie and God is a mother going through her kid's toys to donate to the Bratz section at goodwill, you are sure of it. There is no way in hell it was coincidence that you ended up in an all-boys school filled with the stupidest people you met otherwise. Perhaps god just assumed you were both dolls so it doesn’t really matter what toy pile you were put in, and you don’t know if that is the biggest compliment you have received— to be compared to cis dudes— or an insult (these men fucking suck).

With all the running around you had to do the first day, no one was able to sniff you out, yet. Still, it didn't last that long, and it didn’t. Deuce was far too kind and dense to really tell what you were, and Grim was Grim. Ace on the other hand almost seemed to side-eye you at times. You tried to ignore it and pray to the goodwill mom that he doesn’t say anything, and surprisingly he didn’t, you got that stupid gem, celebrated, and went over to your crow overlord (who doesn’t even notice your predicament either) to turn it in and go the fuck home. Perhaps the only break you got was the fact that people here spoke a sort of similar language to you even if it was a bit… strange. Whatever, you can think tomorrow, right now you can make yourself comfortable and finally sleep uninterrupted.

And then that fucker from before came to you at one in the morning, after you have unbound yourself and got comfortable begging for you to let him sleep in your bed, strange collar on his neck. “No, Ace. You can make yourself comfortable on the couch.” You crossed your arms over your chest nervously and thankfully the dumbass didn't notice.  “C’mon, c’mon, I’m super skinny! I won’t take up any space!” Ace pleaded. You and Grim looked at each other tiredly then back at Ace. “No.” You said before sighing and heading upstairs. 

“Awwee!! Cmon!!!” “Cry about it.” You sneered, but as you ascended the steps you notice Ace watching you with that look in his eyes from earlier. He knows doesn’t he…

***

You may not know Trey and Cater well, but you owe them your life. The dumbass trio you were with despite living in this world their whole life could not tell you the most basic shit about it for the life of them. And even worse, despite two of them being selected for this university and one choosing to sneak in with plenty of time to research it beforehand (hell, Ace has a brother who went here), they both decided to go in completely blind and not understand anything at all. 

Thankfully, your dear juniors seemed to take pity on you and actually took time to explain the bare fucking minimum for all four of your sakes. Yet as they explained everything to you in such sweet simplicity, you notice Trey look over to your form that you kept nervously wrapped up in the only oversized overcoat (that all Yuu’s in the manga have) to hide your figure. “Are you alright there Yuu?” He asks and you freeze. 

“Yeah, it's just…” Trey frowned and adjusted his glasses out of concern. “Did Crowley provide any resources for you? It must be difficult being stuck here as a girl and all.” You pause and before you can speak you are interrupted. “YOU’RE WHAT.” The dumbass trio all yelled at once making you, Trey, and Cater all shut your eyes pensively. “Dude! I mean bro— I mean— Ugh!” Ace sputtered, and Deuce looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die with how much he was overthinking. Looking over at Trey, the regret on his face was obvious, and you can only assume he thought you told the other three. “You didn’t tell us you're a girl!” Ace yaps.

“I’m not, I’m a guy, I just…” Cater speaks up. “They got the wrong body babes, it's nbd.” The ginger strikes a selfie pose, “That's a thing???” Deuce stared wide-eyed. “Exactly!” You speak up. Trey clears his throat, looking even more ashamed. “Ah, my…. I’m sorry Yuu I didn’t know.” “It’s fine, you didn’t know, plus I guess it was obvious.” At that, the group around you went quiet. 

“Uh no it wasn't ?” Ace crosses his arms. “Have you seen the guys in this school? Some of them straight up look like chicks!” “I thought you knew 'cause you were looking at me weird yesterday!” Ace’s face becomes slightly flustered. “I wasn’t staring—“ Ace stopped his excuse when he saw you and Trey glare. “Okay, fine I was! You happy?” “Why were you staring at them?” Grim asks unimpressed.

Ace gets even more flustered. “It's cause, well you know—“ Cater raises his brows and suppresses a knowing smile and a laugh to the best of his ability as he looks over at you. Ace huffs, “How did you not know Grim? You share a bed with them!” “Haaah? Don't change the subject—“ “Okay that's enough.”

Trey sighs. “Once again, I am very sorry about that Yuu, I thought—“ “It's okay Trey, you didn’t know… But also how did both of you know?” Cater winks, “Oh he’s just like that, babes. Trey-Kun attracts all sorts of fruit to him.” You snort and not how Trey seems to sigh, “Are you one of them?” Cater's eyes widen for a moment before he gives a chuckle. “Good one, but we’ve dealt with enough people in this school to tell by now, though. “So you both just have a gaydar, got it.” “Ooh I like that word, I’ll steal it from ya!” Cater winks again.

“In any case…” Trey adjusts his glasses again. “There's no need to sweat over it. You’ll fit in fine here, Yuu, however, I recommend that you bother Crowley for a spell or potion to get you switched to a new body as soon as possible so this conversation doesn't happen again.” Trey is putting on a brave face to hide his mortification of how he accidentally outed someone. “Crowley can be a real pain sometimes, but he will deliver on that at the very least. Until then you could probably get something from Sam’s for a temporary fix, though they will cost a small fee since they’re home-brewed, or brew your own potion.”

“Oh yeah, you guys have magic here for that stuff… that's crazy…” “Oh yeah, there’s no magic in your world huh Yuu-Kun?” Cater thinks for a moment, “Healthcare here includes that sorta care, but I imagine it’ll be a little difficult to apply for it since you're not from this world and stuff. Kinda hard to do that stuff if you don't exist here, huh?” Cater muses. “Alright, now let's get back to telling them about the dorms Trey!”

“Ah, one more thing, all of you.” Trey’s expression becomes more serious, and gestures to a table where two people— twins with teal hair sit together. “Be careful with Octavinelle students,” he warns, “especially those two. They work for their dorm leader, Azul. They’re scam artists, do not ever make a deal with any of them, especially you, Yuu. Do not tell them what you are.” “Why?” Cater nudges you. “They’ll totally be like ‘We can help you transition Yuu!’ And then your soul is theirs!”

“That’s no different from where I’m from.”

***

Ace and Deuce were a bit weird with you for the next few hours, before Grim got annoyed with them acting overly cautious and insulted them, which in turn made them all have an annoying argument that you got involved in, in which they treated you like one of the bros. You have to make a note to get Grim the world's most premium tuna for that later. 

And when it came time to grab the tuna, you also had to check out Sam’s potion brewery, where you learned that Sam was a real cool dude. He’s a salesman at the end of the day, always looking for a profit, but at least he was fair. He never overpriced things and always knew how to make a good deal. And though you were prepared to drop nearly your whole allowance on a potion Sam seemed to stop you.

“Hey there little imp! Before you pick one of those out, what form are you lookin’ to take?” You look around for a moment, making sure no one was nearby. “I’m looking for a transitioning potion? I wanna be a dude…” You mutter. Anxiety brews in your gut as Sam leans in, keeping eye contact with you. The salesman then bounces back to his feet in an animated and theatrical manner. “Well, we got those iiiiiinnn STOCK! Lucky for you, we have all sorts to choose from!” Sam says before taking out crate after crate.

“Please, pick that one that calls to you.” You look at the vials nervously before pulling one out of the velvet casing they were carefully placed in. The liquid inside has the consistency of a purple, glittery syrup. “That's a great one!” Sam says. “One small issue though.” Oh god here it comes, by picking up the vial you probably should your soul to him and you're gonna be doomed to work here the rest of your life.

“That's gonna be temporary, little imp! Not good for the long term. The Mystery Shop cannot sell permanent potions for these unless you have a prescription, but my little friends from the other side say that you ain’t from these parts.” Sam smiles. “Take 4, on the house! And drink them all at once, that should give you around 4 and half months in that form!” “Really? Are you sure!” Sam nods, “Course! It's not a loss at all either, I get compensated to give em out anyways! Do be sure to tell Crowley to get you a permanent one though! Or it may be quicker to ask that professor of yours!”

“Thank you Mr.Sam! I’ll keep it in mind.”

***

Crowley is an asshole, a real bitch, and one of the most annoying people you know. But at least he can be reasonable once in a blue moon. When bringing up needing a potion he merely went on a 30-minute rant on how he’ll get a prescription for you because he’s “oh so generous” and totally not because he’s probably a fruit too like everyone else in this school. 

You expected this process of getting a prescription to be a very annoying and long wait, just for you to receive the paper later allowing it less than an hour later. Sam did say that asking Professor Crewel for a good potion would be better than asking him since he’s certified to make them. Given how extra he is with everything too, you're sure any potion by him would be insane. So here you were, head down and begging that this man help you, one alphabet soup to another. 

“Let me get this straight. You want me to make you a prescription potion for you, rather than get it from Sam’s because you think I would make a better one.” You nod, and Crewel could tell there wasn't any flattery behind your words, you truly believed what you said. “Sam didn’t put you up to this did he?” “I mean he mentioned you could help but that’s it, why is he plotting something?” “He’s been trying to get me to make him a batch of these for ages, saying that he only wants the highest quality products for his customers.” “Seems like I was right to go to you.”

Crewel almost lets out a sigh, before tapping his whip against his palm. “Fine then pup. I’ll give you a private lesson for potionology because you will be taking notes and helping me as well.” “Really?” “Crowley did say there is no record of you existing anywhere. Consider this the pre-lessons you were supposed to learn in high school.”

After an hour of work, you have successfully created three giant bottles of the stuff Crewel guided you to make, and now in your notes, you have the recipe just in case something happens to them. “Listen here.” Crewel commands and you whip your head to him. “Wait until those four months are up on the serum you are on before taking these. Take only 15 milligrams of each a day until you are all out. This way, it’s permanent and you don't have to worry about someone turning you back so easily.” The professor smiles and taps his baton in his other hand.

“Any questions?” “Why am I on the serum then, sir?” “That one prepares your body for a more permanent change, especially if you show any complications with the magic used.” “Got it, sir, that’s all the questions I have.” “Good, now clean your workspace, and go back to your dorm. I expect you to be fully awake in the morning for class.” “Yes, sir” “And I also expect that you will be more responsive than your peers in class because of this.” “Of course, sir.”

Carefully putting the bottles in your bag, and using your jacket as a cushion for each one you braved your way outside nervously. Sam did say that the vials you took will take a while to take effect since your body isn’t used to magic…

***

The final thing you learned in these past two days was that the misogyny here is very much inclusive, you can't tell if that’s a sign of progress or not. The second you walked out of that door you had your very first instance of bullying (Aside from Ace) since arriving in this world. A few Savanaclaw jocks standing by seemed to immediately look over and snicker.

You stood your ground as they approached, knowing walking away would make it worse and if it got bad Crewel was still in that room. “Tch, you’re the new kid huh?” One said in a very stereotypical stupid school bully way. You’re half surprised they didn’t include some insult like “dweebus” or something. “Hah, bro doesn't even have good pecs, what a fucking girl.” One says. “Never knew they made exceptions for girls!” The other says.

“Uh, yeah, it's gonna take a while for this potion to take effect.” A cat boy scoffs, “What potion.” “The one that’s supposed to make me a boy, it's taking a while.” The group went silent for a moment, the weird wolfman sniffs the air at you for a moment before beckoning his bros to lean in and listen. After a painfully awkward moment, the cat boy leader comes back to lean into your face. “So you are a boy! Big deal! You still don't have pecs!” He says, changing his whole tune. “Yeah well you may be a boy but you're… your…” The fox boy pauses, trying to find a proper insult, just to be interrupted by the wolfman again. “But you fucking suck at being one!”

“YEAH!” All three cheer together as they finally find the right niche to bully you in. Suddenly the door next to you opens. “You three! Silence! Leave them alone, it's curfew! Or do you want me to put you to work?” Crewel reprimands, leaving the three running off with their tails between their legs. “You too Yuu.” And you nod and take it as your sign to leave.

You were gonna have a great time learning how to be a boy

#trans reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola x reader #sam x reader #twst sam x reader #divus crewel x reader

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me

Here’s the first fic that’s part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there's a new fic every tuesday!

January

MASTERLIST

“Daddy, you made my bun lopsided!”

All Jack could do was sigh and redo his daughter’s hair again. They were going to be late if they kept this up. It was January, and it was the first day of school from winter break.

“Ok, Jayla, is this better?” Jack watched as she turned in her seat on top of the bathroom counter. He couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her face as she tapped her pointer finger to her chin as she inspected her hair. “A LOT BETTER!”

“Thank god!” Jack said as he lifted her off the counter. If they didn’t leave in the next 5 minutes, she was going to be late. “Ok, soldier, I need you to go put on your shoes and wait for daddy at the door.”

Jayla stood at attention “Sir, yes sir!” She saluted him before taking off down the hall and towards her room. Moments later Jack hears her feet running back towards him, Jayla popped her head back into the bathroom “Thank you for doing my hair, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, mamas.”

The drive to school was pretty quiet other than the sounds of Jayla playing with her Bratz dolls in the backseat. Jack heard the little girl let out a deep dramatic sigh as he pulled into the school parking lot. He ignored the sigh as he got out the car to open her door, knowing what was coming next.

As he opened the door, Jayla sighed again but louder.

“Daddy…” Jayla said in almost a whine

“Yes, mamas.” Jack said while still unbuckling her out of her seat.

“Can I miss one day of school please?!” Jack had to give it to her, the puppy dog eyes were top notch. But he knew better than to give in. “You can’t, Jay. We’ve talked about this.”

Out of the car now, Jayla stomped her foot on the pavement and crossed her arms. “Why do you get to stay home all day and I can’t?!” She exclaimed looking up at him with her hands now on her hips. Jack bent down to her eye level.

“I’m at home working—“

“I can work from home too!”

All Jack could do was drop his head in a sigh, wishing her mother was here for moments like this.

“There’s things teachers can teach you that daddy can’t. It’s only for a couple hours.” Jack watched as Jayla continued to pout in front of him.

“And remember how excited you were when you found out you were getting a new teacher!” Jayla’s eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah! Because Miss Brown had a baby!” She exclaimed

“Exactly, so if you don’t go you’ll miss out on the chance to meet her!”

Jayla starts bouncing on her toes before grabbing Jack’s hand and starts dragging him towards the entrance of the school.

“C’mon, slow poke!”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that as he followed behind her.

JACKHARLOW

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urbanwyatt: took you long enough

user: Jack come out of retirement

user: does anyone know why he doesn’t make music anymore

user: ok you ate

user: sooo cute

user: this nice and all but dude we haven’t heard new music from you in years

“Jack, you sure you don’t want to hold on to this track, it's fire!” His long-time engineer, Nickie Jon asked him.

Jack just shook his head. He was happy with being a ghostwriter. Less pressure.

“But, Jack—“ the sound of Jack’s phone ringing interrupted whatever Nickie was going to say next. Jack breathed a sigh of relief before pulling his phone out his pocket.

Bloom Elementary School

Jack immediately answered the phone.

“Hello?” Jack said as he started grabbing his things. The school has never called him. Not even once.

“Hello. Mr. Harlow. I’m Miss Love, Jayla’s first grade teacher.”

Jack knew who she was, well kinda. The school was always sending daily emails. Reminders on how Jayla was doing, upcoming PTA meetings etc. So he remembers the email about Jayla’s class getting a new teacher after winter break. Back when Jack was in the public eye, he was more involved with the school since he was an alumni. The last few years Jack didn’t do many public appearances at the school, but would still anonymously donate money. He couldn’t stand the stares and whispers and people feeling sorry for him.

“Is everything alright?” Jack asked in a slight panic. His hand was already on the doorknob ready to leave. He was getting flashbacks to four years ago when his life changed drastically.

“She’s fine, I promise.”

Jack felt like a weight had been lifted as he released the breath he was holding. “Fuck, you scared the shit outta me.”

“Mr. Harlow.” She practically scolded him over the phone.

“Sorry, sorry! You just scared me, that's all.” Jack ran his hand through his already curls. Jack leaned against the door of his home studio. He felt like he needed to pick his heart up from the ground.

“No I’m sorry, I really should’ve opened with something better.” Miss Love said, sounding apologetic.

“It’s okay, how can I help you, Miss Love?”

“I was wondering if I could have a meeting with you after school? Jayla got into an altercation at school during recess.”

“Uh what? Jayla got in a fight?” Jack questioned. That did not sound like his child.

He listened as Miss Love cleared her throat before speaking again which made Jack stand up straighter. Yeah, Jayla was a tad bit sassy, and could be a chatter box but she had never gotten into any sort of trouble at school. She was very kind and was always nice to everyone around her. He couldn’t imagine her getting into a fight.

“She pushed another classmate at the playground, and while it wasn’t unwarranted I want to try to avoid this happening again in the future.”

Jack took a hand and rubbed his temples. “Yeah, of course. Can we talk today, after school?”

“Sounds good, see you soon Mr. Harlow.”

“Thanks for calling, Miss Love.”

When Jack was younger he always dreamed of settling down In Louisville and having kids with the person he loved. 

Jack met Jayla’s mother, Alyssa backstage at one of his concerts and it was love at first sight. They dated for a couple years before she ended up pregnant. They were only 22 years old, one of his first hits WHATS POPPIN was topping the charts. They say the best moments in life are completely unexpected. While they were scared of bringing a baby into the world when they were both so busy, they couldn’t be happier. 

The first couple months after Jayla was born were tough. With Jack’s schedule getting busier and busier and her Alyssa going through postpartum, the two spent many nights staying awake and crying together.

Jack’s parents tried to help out the best she could but while Jack and Alyssa were grateful for all the help they didn’t want to be so dependent on them. 

Thankfully, things did get easier for them and they were on track to raising a beautiful and wonderful baby girl. If you had told Jack back then that years later he would unexpectedly become a single father, he would have laughed in your face.

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Being a teacher wasn’t always on Ariel Love’s vision board. She had dreams of becoming a writer. It wasn’t until she was offered a student teacher position in college that she fell in love with teaching. That's where she found out that working with kids was the most fun and rewarding job ever. 

Ariel was born in Kentucky but moved to DC when she was only a little girl. It wasn’t till her principal at her old school presented her with a job opportunity to teach first grade back in Kentucky that she decided to move. During her interview with Bloom Elementary, they loved her background in writing and her work experience that they decided to hire her. 

She has never taught her own class before, having always been a teacher’s assistant. That being said, she was very excited for her first day. 

She had no idea that she was going to have to call home to one of her kids on her very first day. Miss Brown, the class's former teacher, had left notes on her kids so that she knew what she was working with. Ariel was shocked when she had to stop Jayla Harlow from hurting another child, Miss Brown only had positive things to say about her. 

Even now it was hard to believe that the little girl who was sitting at her desk coloring had almost got in a fight today. 

After the situation at recess, Ariel had heard whispers about Jayla’s father. Apparently, he used to be some super hot big time rapper before he suddenly retired and fell off the face of the earth. None of the whispers could prepare her for when he walked into her classroom. Walking in wearing a gray new balance tracksuit with new balance to match. A gold KY chain dangled around his neck and it looked identical to the one Jayla was wearing today. He had a beautiful set of bright blue eyes, with a scruffy beard and a head full of messy curls that looked like he was constantly running his fingers through. 

Their eyes met for a second before he walked over to Jayla’s desk to greet her. Ariel watched as he pulled Jayla into his chest for an embrace and placed a kiss on her forehead. She couldn’t hear what he whispered in her ear but she could hear Jayla’s silent reply “okay, daddy.” Before quietly plopping back down in her seat. 

Ariel stood from her seat as Mr. Harlow walked towards her. “Thank you for stopping by, Mr Harlow.” She said as she extended her hand for him to shake, and immediately noticed there was no ring on his finger. She felt her face get warm as his large hand grabbed hers. 

“Uh, please call me Jack. I’m not even thirty yet so Mr. Harlow makes me feel old.”

“Ok, Jack. And since we’re going to be on a first name basis, you can call me Ariel.”

“Ariel,” he said slowly. “Like the mermaid?”

She could help but laugh at that. “Yes, exactly like the mermaid.”

She then motioned towards the seat in front of her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

“First, I just wanted to apologize for this morning. Definitely didn’t mean to scare you with the call.” Ariel began to ramble. 

Jack just shook his head and waved away her apology. “It’s alright, I promise.”

“You said on the phone that she pushed someone?”

Ariel sat up straighter at her desk. “Yes. While I’ve only been Jayla’s teacher for about…” she looked down at her watch “five hours now, I can already tell she’s a wonderful student. Miss Brown only had the best things to say about her. One of our classmates was bothering a little girl from the kindergarten class, she did use her words before pushing the child. I’ve spoken to both of their parents about the situation as well."

“It won’t happen again, I’ve always taught her to keep her hands to herself. Right, Jayla?” Jack said before turning around and giving his daughter a stern look. 

Jayla lifted her head up at the call of her name. “Right, but daddy they were being mean to Nova…so I’m not that sorry! ” Jayla exclaimed 

Jack immediately turned back towards Ariel. “The student was Nova Wyatt?” 

While she wasn’t supposed to give out this information, she figured that there was no point in lying to him. 

“Yes, I assume you know her?”

“Yeah, I’m her godfather, and Nova’s dad is Jayla’s”

Jack sighed and placed his head in hands for a moment. He then lifted his head to speak again. “Shit, I’m sorry. Is there going to be any disciplinary actions for Jayla?” He asked before taking a look at Jayla before looking at Ariel once more.

Ariel narrowed her eyes at him for cursing again before shaking her head no. “Between me and you, Jayla was really upset about the situation. She immediately understood what she did was wrong. She’s not a bad kid, just protective over the people she loves.”

She watched as Jack nodded and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I really appreciate it, is that all?” He asked as he went to stand. 

Ariel nodded and grabbed a purple sticky note and wrote her number down. “As you know, I of course have your number because it’s in Jayla’s file but I wanted to give you mine.” She handed Jack her number and tried to ignore the small spark she felt when his fingers grazed hers as he took the slip 

“My line is always open. You can ask me anything pertaining Jayla or about school events coming up. I can even send you little updates about her throughout the day.”

Jack smiled while looking at the note, loving the way she dotted her i’s with hearts. “Thanks, I’ll definitely reach out about school related things. I would love updates about Jayla, I miss her during the day.”

“You can even text me even if it’s not about school events.” Ariel blurted out, jesus first day of teaching and she’s already making a fool out of herself in front of a parent. At least this one is cute.

Jack could tell she was embarrassed but there was no reason too because he was planning on doing that anyway. “Hm, I think I will.” He told her with a smirk on his face. 

Ariel’s face warmed at that. “I think that’s all. You and Jayla are free to go.”

She watched as Jack grabbed Jayla’s Bratz backpack and swung it over his shoulders as they walked towards the door. 

“BYE, Miss, Love! See you tomorrow. I won’t push anyone tomorrow, I promise!” Jayla told her with a wave

She tried to hold in her laughter. “Bye, Jayla! We’ll have a better day tomorrow, I’m sure.” She gave the two one last wave before tending to the paperwork on her desk. 

Ariel could help but smile huge at the exchange she heard outside her door. 

“Daddy, were you flirting with Miss Love?”

“Will you quiet down?”

there was a beat of silence. 

“well…were you?”

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AN: Tried to leave this as open ended as possible so if enough people enjoy this I'll continue writing :) tell me your thoughtssss!

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[princesscallyie]

Oohh! That make-your-own Princess doll idea sounds fun, which doll franchise (like Bratz, RH, etc.) do you think she'd look best in to design her look, yourself?

Funny you ask that cause my model came in today. I will be using Glo Up Girls Series 2 Rose.

Wait wait, don’t leave! Let me show you the vision!

Are we seeing it now? I like the Glo Up Girls head mold. I think it’s very much my art style but 3D, and the head is not too big or small. The issue is I have never fully painted a doll face before. I do have all the supplies already though cause I wanted to try it. Don’t think it should be too difficult as an artist who has painted before? 2nd reason for this choice. I really do not want to reroot new hair. This girlie already has nice curly red hair, all I want to do is dye it a more reddish orange using fabric dye (hopefully that works). 3rd reason. The body fits Rainbow High stuff almost exactly so I’m thinking I can get a pair of ugly RH shoes I won’t use and make the shoes out of them. Could probably make a pattern to make a new dress too.

Yeah, I pretty much have everything from past projects. Gonna be using my old cosplay princess dress for the fabric. Just need the dye and more thread. So I’m looking at $40 max.

#if I can just hurry up and finish the last commission I can work on other stuff #sorry king this my last week working at the kiosk so I won’t be doing 52 hours a week anymore lol #but yeah should be a fun project! #anonymous #callyie chat #callyie’s dolls

[hannahssimblr]

“Sometimes I wish I was little again.” 

“Yeah, me too.”

I rest my hand on his knee and he turns it over to wind our fingers together. “What were you like?” He asks. 

“I was so quiet, and so anxious. I got overwhelmed and I cried an awful lot.”

“I’m sure you were more than those things.”

“I liked drawing, reading, and playing with dolls,” I say. “I used to take all of the books out of the bookcase in the living room and turn it into a highrise apartment for my Bratz dolls. I made beds out of shoe boxes with face cloths for the sheets. I was always making up stories for them.”

“What kind of stories?”

“Love stories,” I smile, “Always love stories, like, finding the perfect man was the ultimate goal. I was obsessed.”

“Lucky you found him,” He smirks, and I push him away from me playfully. 

“Do you think you’d have liked me when you were a child? Or a teenager?” I ask. “Like, if we’d gone to the same school do you think we’d have gotten along?”

“Yeah.” He says, “I wish I’d known a kid like you back then. I think we would have been good for each other, you know? It seems like we wanted the same thing but could never get it from the people around us.”

“What’s that?”

“Not to grow up too quickly, like, to be allowed to just be a kid.”

Lucky Girl

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Because I love your stuff so much I’m gonna put in another request 😊

A smutty Eddie request where the reader is Steve’s sister and Eddie comes over to get something from Steve but he isn’t home and the reader is. She’s at the pool tanning in her little black bikini. She asks Eddie to stay and wait, meanwhile she teases him horribly.

Love you bb!💕

This has been months in the making lol. Sorry I took so long. ❤️

"Your Sister is Hot."

Eddie Munson x Fem!Harrington!Reader

Warnings: smut (+18, minors DNI),

[I take requests]

"I want my vest back, Harrington. Took a long time to collect those patches," Eddie chats with Steve over the phone. His playful tone is a reflection of his mood. "I'll come by and get it in an hour." He hangs up.

"No, dude I won't be home-" Steve is cut off by the click of Eddie's phone returning to the wall. "Whatever, Y/N will be here." He mumbles to himself before heading out the door. Eddie smokes a joint or two and reads through his D&D adventure before finally deciding to head to the Harrington house.

Eddie approaches the upper-class home and rings the campy doorbell. A loud chime echoes through the house, alerting no one.

"Where the fuck are you, Hair?" Eddie peeks into the window and notices the sliding door is unlocked. Someone has to be home. He treks around back, jumping when he notices you by the pool. You're laying on your stomach with the strings of your tiny bikini undone to avoid tan lines. You relax with your head resting on one folded arm, the other holding a book.

"Oh, um. I'm sorry. Is uh, Steve here?" Eddie trips over his words, wishing he would've just ran off before you knew he was there.

"He left about an hour ago. He'll probably be back any minute. You're welcome to hang out here." You smile at him. "Just give me a sec to get situated if you don't mind." You gesture to your undone top with your thumb.

"Oh, yeah. Of course." Eddie answers, but he doesn't look away. He continues to stare as if he didn't hear you.

"So, can you turn around?" You giggle, a small blush rising on your sun-kissed cheeks.

"Oh, OH! Yeah," he spins on his heel, covering and closing his eyes like he doesn't trust himself. A few seconds pass and you grant him permission to turn around.

"Sorry 'bout that, but as I was saying, Steve shouldn't be gone long," your body glistens in the sunlight from the various SPF lotions and tanning oils you've layered on. Each of your curves catches the light, making you look almost like a painting. A masterpiece, Eddie thinks to himself. "Can I get you a drink or anything?" Your words shake Eddie from his daze, he blushes, unsure if he was staring. He was.

"That'd be great, thank you," he rebuilds his charismatic front, staring confidently into your eyes with a wide, toothy smile. You disappear into the house, feeling as his eyes shamelessly scanned your hips and ass as you gracefully walked away from him.

"I hope this is okay," you hand him a fruity mixed drink. "I made a whole pitcher, I'm... Not sure why." That was a lie though, you were gonna get day drunk. At first, Eddie chuckles at your girly little drink. It's hot pink with slices of orange and strawberries in it. It looks like Barbie threw up on a Bratz doll and someone blended it up with glitter. But the second he takes a sip, he's nearly knocked off his feet.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. That's a little strong for a whole pitcher, don't you think?"

"No? This is lighter than I usually mix." You tilt your head to the side. "I thought you knew how to party." Your teasing elicits a dramatic reaction from him. He stares at you in mock shock, mouth agape with his hand on his chest.

"I am the party, doll," he quips, turning the glass of boozy liquid up like water. After a short while, the entire jug is empty, and you're both very drunk. The heat of the Summer sun only amplifies the alcohol.

"Eddie, you have a guitar pick on your necklace." You point a wavering finger at his chest.

"Yeah, I do," his words are almost giggles. He smiles cutely, watching your face as it scans his.

"Do you play guitar?" You furrow your brow. He widens his eyes again.

"I'm about to leave, what is this?" He laughs. "You know my band plays at the local venues. I know I've seen you there wearing almost nothing-" he blushes instantly after realizing what he said.

"Oh, is that what you remember when you see me?" You smile, narrowing your eyes, beckoning him to get naked right here with just one look.

"God, no that's not-" he laughs nervously.

"I'm kidding, Munson. I like that my outfits leave an impression. And of course I know about Corroded Coffin," you lean closer to him in your poolside chair. "I was just seeing if I could steer the conversation to your hands."

"My hands?" His chest is threatening to hitch as you lower your voice, eyeing him like a piece of meat.

"Well, your fingers, really." You bite your bottom lip softly. "I bet you're pretty quick with them."

"I mean, I don't like to brag or anything..." He's fighting for his life, uncomfortably hard against the denim of his pants.

"I guess I'll only know if I come see you play." You twirl a piece of your hair around your finger, blatantly scanning your vision up and down his body. His heart races as he does the same to you.

"I-I could play for you any time." He doesn't even realize it, but he starts lightly palming himself through his jeans as he fucks you with his eyes, taking in every angle of your oily cleavage as the sun reflects golden against you.

"I'd love for you to play with me."

"What?"

"I said I'd love for you to play for me?" You repeat, toying with his head as he fights himself to keep his eyes on yours.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," he laughs nervously, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks. You giggle at his disheveled appearance, he's normally so cool and carefree. It's such a fun power to have over him, and you're taking full advantage.

An awkward silence threatens to fall over the two of you. You bite your lip before reaching for your bottle of tanning oil.

"Eddie, could you help me reapply this to my back?" You smile devilishly, watching him squirm in his seat, desperate to hide his growing erection.

"Oh, of course. Sure." He rushes to your side, carefully smoothing the shining oils across your skin. As his hands work down to your lower back, you arch your spine, unintentionally giving him an almost perfect view of your ass. His pulse rises in his chest. He doesn't realize he's stopped moving his hands as he stares directly at the way your bikini bottoms have slipped between your cheeks due to their high waisted thong style.

"Eddie?" You notice his staring and "accidentally" shake yourself a little as you flip over to speak to him. Your voice tears him from his trance. "You look a little bothered," you tease.

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie finally catches on.

"Yeah. If I were bothered, I think I'd do something about it."

"Yeah? You want me to do something about it?" With a wide grin spread across his face, he climbs on top of you in your lounge chair and slams his lips into yours, hungrily. His hands glide across your oily skin, drowning the both of you in the smell of coconuts.

"It's about fucking time, Eddie."

"What do you mean?" He chuckles, gripping at your curves like he isn't ruining his clothes with your tanning oil.

"I don't wear those outfits to the venue for fun." You smirk. He releases a gutteral chuckle and reconnects his lips to yours.

"Well isn't this cute." Steve's voice alerts both of you, returning you to reality. "Jesus, Munson. Just take the vest and leave next time." Steve averts his vision and stalks away sassily. You and Eddie look at each other in shock before busting into laughter.

"Why don't we..." Eddie looks you up and down yet again. "take this back to my house?"

"I'll meet you in the van." You spoke quickly, like this was something you'd been waiting for. Just the thought made Eddie's erection strain against the fabric of his pants. In his van he grins ear to ear thinking about the very second he gets you through the front door of his trailer.

All he can think about is the way your skin ignites his fingertips. He's startled from his thoughts when you yank the door open and climb into his passenger seat. His breath catches in his throat as he drinks in the image of you in yet another skimpy, barely-there outfit.

Eddie tightens his jaw before suddenly grasping at the nape of your neck, guiding your face to his belt buckle. Your hands eagerly free his throbbing cock and you take his full length into your mouth. Eddie presses harder on the gas pedal. You bob your head rhythmically, earning several sensual moans from Eddie. He throws his head back and goes even faster, arriving at his house in what feels like minutes.

"Get inside. Wait for me." Eddie smirks wickedly. Your stomach flutters with anticipation, but you do as you're told. He likes that. You step inside the door and close it softly behind you. Scanning the room, you try to imagine what position he'd want you in and where. A dull light glows from a room at the far end of the trailer, Eddie's room. You only know that because you see the smoke still casually leaking out into the living room.

The door knob begins to turn, and you realize you're out of time so you bend down, ass facing toward the door, like you dropped something and await his reaction to your all-too-short skirt.

"Jesus-" Eddie gasps as you slowly rise from your bent position. You lock eyes with him immediately, softly gliding your hands up your legs as you straighten out your posture. "I remember this skirt." He chuckles.

"You and half of the men in that bar on main street." You wink, looking over your shoulder at him. Just as you're about to turn to face him, he grips the waist band of your skirt and pulls you against him.

"I doubt any of those old fucks could handle a babe like you."

"Probably give 'em a heart attack." You giggle, patiently waiting for him to snap. His soft chuckles rumble against your neck as he drags his lips against your skin, grinding against you all the while. "Eddie," your patience quickly wears thin.

You're cut off by his swift, agile movements. Before you realize, you're being tossed onto the couch. Eddie looms over you, admiring your sun kissed body. Your top malfunctions, exposing one of your breasts as you prop yourself up on your elbows. His eyes seem to flutter back into his skull before he dives down to you, roughly running his hands anywhere he pleased.

You moan loudly as his fingertips dig into your breast. His thumb teases your exposed nipple as he locks his lips with yours. His hands finally find the tiny string of your thong. He swiftly removes them and tosses them aside, desperate for more contact. You reach to remove your skirt next, but he stops you.

In one quick motion, he flips you on your stomach.

"Eddie?" You expected a bit more foreplay.

"Shh," you hear his buckle jingle as he unfastens his jeans. "You've been teasing me for hours, Y/N."

"E-Eddie?" You grin ear to ear, biting your lip with excitement. Longing to be punished for your relentless teasing.

"Not a fucking sound." His warm, low voice rumbles like thunder down your skin. You barely have time to register his command when he slams his entire cock into you. Your first instinct is to let out a loud moan, even a scream. But you catch yourself at the last minute, releasing nothing but a small squeak.

Eddie continues to slam into you, grunting and growling behind you, gripping your hips for leverage. Each thrust sends a lightning bolt through your body. The pain and pleasure build up in your abdomen, and staying silent feels nearly impossible.

"Okay..." He huffs between thrusts. "You can talk now." With his last syllable, he slams into you as hard as possible. You scream and writhe beneath him, orgasming. Eddie doesn't let up, he fucks you as fast as possible, basking in the sounds of your pleasure. Smooth, deep laughter escapes his lips as he fucks you out.

He grabs your hair at the back of your head, making you stand before him. You face him and he lifts your legs around his waist, slipping inside of you easily. His strong arms hold you steady as he bounces you up and down his twitching erection. Your arousal drips down the two of you.

"Oh my God, Eddie-" your breath hitches in your chest as you near your climax. He laughs, continuously drilling into you as your orgasm. You rife out your high, begging for a break as he reaches his peak. He tosses you back onto the couch and cums across your chest and stomach.

He stands over you, bracing himself on the wall behind the couch. His sweating skin glistens in the warm, yellow light of his home. The curls and waves that frame his face drip small droplets of sweat onto your just-as-sweaty body.

You excuse yourself on wobbly legs to clean up and return to find Eddie waiting for you in his room. He seems to have shoved the "mess" into any corner he could find, clearing a space for the two of you on his bed. Hes holding an old band tee out to you and that's when you realize your hoe-clothes are a bit disheveled. You shed the skimpy outfit and dawn the comfy, worn in shirt. It's soft and smells just like Eddie.

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ok y’all guess what

My love for bratz just woke up from hibernation!!!!!!!!

I rly rly rly wanna do lil doodles / sketches of them to kind of take off the pressure I’m putting on myself for my EAH project

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Not Quite What She Seemed (Pacifica Northwest x reader)

Gravity Falls Pacifica x Gender neutral reader

Word count: 2.5k

The one shot for a request I promised months ago- I'm sorry it's so horribly late!

Prompt: 'Sure I hate them, but I don't want them to die!'

*******

  I crossed my arms and glared at Dipper.

  “So you’re saying…you told Pacifica I’d help her learn about anomalies.”

  He nodded slowly. “...yes. I realize now that that may have been a bad idea, but Mabel and I have to go back to California soon and Pacifica said she wanted to learn more about them…And besides Soos and Wendy, you know more about the secrets of Gravity Falls than anyone else in Gravity Falls!”

  “Flattery only works in films.” I grumbled. “And why’d you say I would teach her of all people? Can’t you, like, video call her? Or-or Wendy! Wendy could teach her!”

  “Because you’re the only one who studied the journals. And I hate video calls, they’re uncomfortable and awkward.” 

  “So to get this straight…while you’re having fun in SoCal, I’ll be up here dealing with Princess Bratz doll?”

  “Actually, I’m from the bay area, and also…her family lost all their riches from Weirdmaggedon, so she’ll learn to be…less spoiled, you know?”

  “Screw that, Dipper Pines. If she becomes, like, a good person or something, I’ll eat my journal.”

  “She is a…better person, surprisingly. You just haven’t talked to her in a while.”

  “Hmph.”

*******

  Well…a few days later, the twins went home. Summer was fun, but summer ends…I was already looking forward to next year.

  I sighed and exited the creatively named Gravity Falls High School, grateful that the first day of school was a Friday.

  “Hey, you, (Y/N).” Said a familiar valley girl accent.

  Pacifica.

  “Northwest. What do you want?”

  She approached me. “Well…it was kinda fun busting monsters with Dipper and Mabel, so I got curious. And Dipper said you could tell me more.”

  “Figured. What are you, like some…valley girl scientist? Is- is that what you’re going for, Blondie?”

  “Jeez, what did I ever do to you?” She frowned, glaring at me.”

  “Hmmm…I don’t know….maybe it was how you bullied me all summer.” I said nonchalantly.

  “Well I’m sorry for that! I’m…I’m trying to be better, I really do want to learn about this stuff!”

  I snorted. “Aren’t you scared you’ll break a nail?”

  “Of course I am! But I always am, so what difference does it make?”

  “And can you even hold yourself in a fight?” I said loftily. I was winding her up, and I knew it too.

  She stared at me for a few seconds, her scowl deepening. I smirked harder, when suddenly I felt her grab the front of my shirt. 

  My eyes widened. “Uh…what’re you doin’ there?” 

  “Proving you wrong,” She smirked. She shoved me towards the school, and pinned me to the wall. I struggled, but she had a grip of steel. She held her fist up as if to punch me…

  “How’s that for fighting?” She grinned, letting go of me.

  I stared at her for a few seconds before returning to my cool facade. 

  “Pretty good, actually. I underestimated you. Maybe you do have something goin’ for you, Princess.”

*******

  “So this is the mission.” I said, reaching the dimensional rip. Ford had tasked me with closing all of them with alien adhesive before he left.

  I turned to see Pacifica about ten feet back, struggling to keep up with me. Good. I smiled, taking pride in the fact that I was faster than her.

  “As you know, Weirdmaggedon caused all sorts of….well, weird stuff. Like how the phone reception is weird now, and the new fault line in the forest- not that you’d know about the latter, considering you’re afraid of getting your boots muddy.” I gestured towards her feet- she was wearing Dipper's old ugly hiking boots, while I wore the sleeker black leather boots Ford left at the Mystery Shack. They were probably magical, considering they fit perfectly even though Ford and I wore different shoe sizes.

  “Yeah, well, we didn’t need to go on a mission right after it rained, (Y/N). Actually- you’re doing this to spite me, huh?”

  I chuckled. Her expression was gold. “Heh, maybe a little- Anyways, one of these new anomalies is dimensional rips. They lead into the multiverse, and are probably the source of most of Gravity Falls’ weirdness? I don’t know, it’s just a theory…” I paused, waiting for her eyes to glaze over as she pretended to understand what I was saying.

  They didn’t glaze over. 

  “Go on, you were talking about the multiverse?”

   I blushed as I realized I had stopped talking, and pulled my gaze away from her to continue.

  “Well, basically, we’re closing the rip to the multiverse with this alien adhesive.”

  “Ew. But I guess if it does the job…”

  “It does.” I said bluntly. “Careful, you might mess up your designer shorts.”

  “I’ll have you know, these are cheap. They’re only Balenciaga. Honestly, even your folk could afford them.”

  “My folk, eh? If I remember correctly, your family lost your entire fortune…so perhaps you should say our folk.”

  “Never. I’d rather not be associated with you.”

   “You know, you’re not doing a very good job of becoming a better person, you know that? Maybe Dipper was wrong about you.” I said loftily. 

  She stared at me for a moment, the sass in her eyes flickered into genuine hurt. Maybe I had gone too far-

  She stepped towards me angrily. “Well maybe you’re not making it very easy!”   

  “It isn’t supposed to be easy!” I said despite myself. 

  “Then why is it easy with everyone but you?!” She snapped, lunging towards me.

  I stared at her, a few inches from my face. 

  She stepped away, towards the tear. I saw what would happen before it did... 

  “Look, I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that-” She sighed, not noticing the panic in my eyes.

  “Pacifica-”

  A lovecraftian tentacle broke out of the rift and wrapped around her ankle, pulling her back towards the portal. 

  Her eyes widened and she tried to fight it off, and I ran forward, trying to help.

  “(Y/N), help! I’m sorry, really-” She screamed helplessly.

  I caught her hand. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll save you-” 

  But she was already slipping out of my grasp. I slid my jacket off.

  “Grab onto this! M-maybe-”

  She gripped the sleeve as I tried to pull her back.

  “(Y/N), this isn’t gonna work…” 

  “I-I’ll save you Pacifica, I promise!” I yelled as she disappeared into the rift, taking my jacket with her.

  There was a long silence, punctuated by the soft electric crackle of the void in front of me.

  “What am I gonna do?” I whispered.

*******

  I ran as fast as I could back to the mystery shack- Ford had an infinity belt that I would use to find my way back to our dimension.

  Now equipped with the infinity belt and an axe Wendy gave me, I was ready to descend into a multiverse of chaos. 

  By now Pacifica could be universes away… 

  I reached into my backpack, where I had Ford’s fanciest tracker. I inputted a strand of long blonde hair that I assumed was Pacifca’s- she was the only one with hair like that. I stared at the tracker as numbers flashed over the screen…

  DNA match found

  Location: Dimension PAZ

  Coordinates: Unknown

Yeah...that wasn't ideal.

  I put the tracker back in my bag and tied the infinity belt to a nearby pine tree. With a deep breath, I stepped forward into the tear.

  The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was like everything, but nothing all at once. Same with the sights, once my eyes managed to register them….a world of possibilities, right here at my fingertips. It burned through me, the realization that out here….I could literally do anything.

  And….wait, was that my name? In the distance- which could have been anywhere between a hundred feet away and a million lightyears away- was what looked to be a fireworks display! The lights flashed and flickered into a word- (Y/N). It was my name- Oh yeah! Pacifica had my jacket- that meant she had Ford’s spare flare gun!

*******

  “....and so now I’m here.” I finished.

  “Wait, so you did all that for someone…you hate?” Asked the (H/C) boy in front of me.

   “I might hate her, but I also don’t want her to die!” I exclaimed, irritated at this (Y/N) variant. He kept bugging me about ‘my Pacifica’.

  “What do you mean ‘my Pacifica’?” I had asked the first time he said it.

  “Well, every (Y/N) variant has a Pacifica variant.” He answered earnestly.

  I had scoffed and said that sounded like a soulmate AU in a fanfic. He said it was just destiny. (...right.)

  The flare had led me to dimension PAZ, an in-between place where all the multiverse’s lost Pacifica Northwest variants wound up. Apparently matter was attracted to itself in the multiverse, similar to how weirdness was attracted to Gravity Falls, which was really quite fascinating…

  But anyways. I had barely been there for a minute before discovering two things: First of all, my dimension’s Pacifica would be really hard to locate amongst this crowd of Pacificas. Secondly….PAZ wasn’t just for Pacificas, but (Y/N) variants too. And as my guide had said, this was due to some weird predestined thing- Pacifica Northwest and (Y/N) (L/N) were just fated to be together in some context- from friendship to epic rivalry to…romance- even if both of them happened to be sentient furniture. (I cringed- a table version of me was not something I wanted to see, ever.)

  “Hey, you’re new, huh?” Said a Pacifica variant with three eyes. “You’re not as hot as my (Y/N),” She added.

  “Gee, thanks.” I sighed. “Wait- what?!” 

  “Hmm, you’re new, huh- Like I said, my (Y/N). My awesome girlfriend. Here she is, actually!”

  I stared as a girl with my face, three eyes, and a longer version of my hair  ran up to us, waving.

  “Lookit, a new kid.” Said the three eyed Pacifica variant. My feminine variant looked me up and down-

  “Wow, you’re not as hot as me.” She decided.

  I blushed. “Hey- yes I am! We have the same face!”

  “But my hair is nicer!” She chuckled, not seeming to understand that my feelings were hurt.

  I snorted. “Your hair is just mine but longer. And c’mon, if you’re me, you ought to understand that I am absolutely gonna overthink this later, and I really don’t neEd that right now!” I said, unsure whether or not I was kidding.

  “Hon, your voice cracked.” Said three eyed Pacifica.

  I grinned impishly, about to say something, when a familiar (Y/N) variant grabbed my backpack and pulled me away.

  “Hey!” I mumbled, shaking him off.

  “Sorry. Just didn’t want you to deal with conceited (Y/N) and Pacifica. The only thing those two care about is each other and looking hot.”

  “...Well, at least they have a stable relationship,” I gagged, turning away from the sight of the two kissing. Extra feminine me and alien Northwest making out was not something I wanted to have seared into my memory, thank you very much.

  “Well- anyways. Do you know where I can find…’my’ Pacifica?” I sighed, rubbing my temples. 

  “Maybe? I mean…it’s hard to tell sometimes, but I found mine...after a few years…” He shrugged.

  “I-I….I don’t have a few years!” 

  “Can’t you just text her?” He frowned.

  “Can’t I just- No! Of course not! We’re universes away from Earth!” I sqeaked.

  “Dude, chill. We have Wi-Fi here, jeez.”

  I paused. “Wait, really?”

  “No,” He smirked.

  “You’re not very nice, you know that?” I sighed.

  “Why thank you, I do pride myself on my ability to….”

  But I had stopped paying attention to him.

  “(Y/N)!” Grinned a familiar face. There might have been a lot of Pacifica Northwests in this dimension, but there was only one that would be wearing a familiar aviator jacket that I bought at a thrift store for seven dollars.

  “My Pacifica!” I exclaimed, grabbing her hands. “Ahem, sorry. Just Pacifica.” I added, blushing and shoving my hands back into my pockets. 

  “Why’re you blushing?” She teased.

  “I’m just so…so pissed that you got me stuck in another dimension, is all.” I coughed. Shit, why was I blushing?!

  “(Y/N), I am…really sorry about this.” She said more solemnly. “Maybe you…were right. Northwests aren’t built for ghost-hunts. But do you really….do you really think Dipper was wrong about me?”

  I cringed, sitting down next to her on the bench. The time for jokes was apparently over.

  “No. I was the one wrong about you.” 

  Her eyes widened, and I crossed my arms around my body self-consciously. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up me-varient. I see you hiding over there.”

  She snorted as the guy from earlier tried to hide better. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Pacifica.

  “I didn’t think you were a bad person before, I just thought you were shallow, vain, and dumb. And while you are all of those things….”

  She shoved me off the bench.

  “...Ohhh-kay, you did not need to push that hard…anyways, you are shallow and vain, but you’re not dumb. You’re actually really smart- who else would have thought to check my jacket’s pockets for resources? I wouldn’t have found you so easily if it weren’t for that flare gun! And the fact that you’ve chosen to come learn these things- from someone you hate, no less- is actually…really cool.”

  She helped me off the ground, blushing a bit. I tried to ignore the warmth in my face, choosing instead to break eye contact and fidget with my hands.

  “So. Um…” I tried to break the silence. “Stop feeling bad for yourself! You know how hard it is for me to say nice things to people!”

  She laughed quietly. “Actually, I don’t. I don’t know a lot about you yet, (Y/N), remember?”

  “Well, here's hoping we change that soon.” I said with a confidence I wasn’t used to. “With the twins gone, I’d say Gravity Falls could use a new mystery duo…” I held out my hand nervously. “Whattaya say- partners?”

  She shook my outstretched hand. “Deal. But I get to keep your jacket.”

  I snorted. “You know that’s faux leather, right? It’s dirt cheap.”

  “So you won’t be missing it?”

  I chuckled. “I guess not. Now let's get home!”

*******

  “So…have you tried showing Paz more about the supernatural yet?” Dipper said hopefully, over phonecall.

  “Yeah, actually.” I said, leaning back on the shoe rack. 

  “...So…how’d it go?”

  “I think…I think it might actually have been a pretty good idea.” I smiled. “She’s dragged me to help pick out 'nice boots’- your old ones weren’t doing it for her, Dip.”

  “My old ones are awesome!” He protested.

  “Your old ones smelled like old people and sulfur, Pines.” Pacifica said over my shoulder. “But your taste in friends is kind of good- I might have to steal this one.”

  I snorted.

  But she was right…Dipper’s taste in friends actually wasn’t half bad.

*******

#gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #pacifica northwest #gf pacifica #gravity falls pacifica #pacifica northwest x reader #x reader #gravityfalls #pacifica x reader

[firespirited]

All the info on what not to do for customs or restorations that you want to last is really cool and helpful but can I say thank you for the few sentences about how it’s mostly the ones being sold or that people are claiming is a good method are the problem and not people just messing around because that honestly makes me happy like yeah my paper mache crimes aren’t going to last but they were fun and make me laugh I’m just messing around with play line Barbies because I like designing fun outfits and messing around with acrylic paint ( the sharpies we’re a bad idea I will admit but acrylic paint hid my sins)

Meet Iris and Militia my attempts at adding goth and punk Sashas to lines where she was excluded. I used felt tip mixed in sealant to give Iris darker eyes long after I knew about the dangers of inks, and sure enough, it leached and I had to bleach then attempt to fix her eyes which are now hard to photograph. Militia uses human kanekalon, I can't straighten it and redo the curls without risking it coming out of the head. It was a stupid impulsive idea and I should have waited to get some nice nylon.

These are my Space Angelz, if you know bratz and their current market value you are looking at sacrilege. I customized Sasha when she was already worth $100. Nevra's not even on ebay she's so rare: I plan on restyling her hair when her elastics perish. They're worth more than money to me, I'd also give away that Nevra in a heartbeat if it helped a friend get medical care.

What you do with your own dolls is your business. If I were to sell Iris or Militia, it would be with warnings and detailed photos in different lights.

I occasionally would send a quick note to customizers to let them know if they were about to customize a doll worth more as "stock" than transformed. I griped a little about clearly asian or latina dolls being whitewashed in the tree change dolls craze...

My main concern is the return of OOAK Monster High dolls, they were/are priced at the costs associated with BJD custom work which I respect - it takes skills, time and expensive materials. However they aren't working on resin but vinyl: a much more unstable material. I saw many customs where they didn't even empty the head of the nasty staining glue because they wanted the head stubble to hold the wig. I didn't think it was fair to sell these as collector dolls when they won't last, in the same way that i'm furious at Mattel for selling the original dolls knowing they wouldn't last and they knew for ten years.

I think it boils down to whether you're perceived as a "professional customizer": are people are going to think "well I saw a pro do this"? Hobby folks mucking around? Well at worst you have to wipe your work and glitter over the mistakes ;)

#dolls #dollblr #saf

[ethansakura]

Even for my smaller doll’s these overhangs are a tad too short. That’s okay, there’s something at my store that might help. That being said, I enjoy the setting up process more than anything. Even as a child I never played with the dolls after setting up the rooms and/or doll house. But yeah, these mini bratz are the duplicates that were enough to fill or almost fill the shelves. The rest is off to the side lol

I’m having way too much fun with my recent mini rooms and now this.

#doll #mini bratz #display

[fanbun]

Saw a YouTube video that argued there was nothing sexualized about Bratz dolls. Tell that to little 7 year-old me who liked the dolls because I thought they were sexy.

Ignoring the design of the faces, they still had an extremely flirty aesthetic in advertisements. And yeah, that’s part of what made them so cool! They seemed more mature than Barbie or Polly Pocket.

Also does no one remember how Bratz Genie Magic started out with the girls dancing for an audience at a club and a close-up shot of them shaking their asses got replayed multiple times? Then they popped their hips and did a kissy face?

Anyway I’m waiting on my special edition gay pride Bratz dolls to be delivered.

#Bratz

[sapphic-ghost-xx]

Sapphic Shit I Did As A Kid Before Accepting My Sexuality🌺🌈

Wrote a love song for my best friend after her and her boyfriend broke up. (I never showed it to her 😂) Looking back, I was SO jealous because I wanted to be with her. (4th grade)

This other girl I was friends with had the most beautiful blue eyes and this cute birthmark on her arm and I would just look at her so fondly and imagine kissing her. 

I was at this other girl’s house (I didn’t even have a crush on her or anything) but we kissed just to see what it is like to kiss another girl and something about it felt so right, but I just pushed that experience to the back of my mind. 

I didn’t have Ken dolls as a kid (I have no idea why), I just had Barbies and I would always make them kiss and justified it by being like “Well, I’m pretending one of them is a boy so it’s fine!” My neighbor had Bratz dolls which I played with more often and she had the boy dolls as well as the girls and I still made them gay, just with a few girls having boyfriends  😂 

Moving on to middle school, this isn’t really tied to my sexuality, I just think it’s funny looking back. My friend and I would hang out in P.E away from everyone else and just talk, play games, etc… when we could and there was a rumor the boys started about us being a lesbian couple. 😂 I’m not sure where they got that idea from but we thought it was funny, we would protest against it though, saying that we’re both straight and just friends. (My friend is straight, the fact that I’m not is so telling). Like yeah.. I liked boys but not to the extent that I liked girls. 

I had this boyfriend that had traditionally feminine features (He looked a lot like his mother, I would soon find out) and looking back, I think I was attracted to his feminine features rather than being attracted to him because he was a boy. 

In high school, I started to fully accept my bisexuality with the help of a friend who was a lesbian (we drifted apart unfortunately). We would literally just talk about how beautiful women were, it was beautiful <3

#bisexual #lgbtq+ stuff #sapphism #sapphic #sapphic shit #wlw post

[what-if-nct]

I’m doing okay !! I’m currently sitting like the uk equivalent of end of year exams but like they’re almost the entire weight of your grade :]

I also go by Miles now and use he/him just for reference <3

As a Star Wars and marvel fan I’ll admit I’m a bit flabbergasted you’ve never seen any at all but if you’re not into sci-fi it makes sense, if any at all I’d recommend black panther at the very least

The first black panther movie is more sci-fi but it deals with generational trauma nd stuff and the villain is so good and I could go on for ages and ages about it and I wrote an essay on the villain cause he’s so cool and I wrote an essay on the first movie arghhh

But yeah then the main actor who plays the title character was diagnosed with cancer and sadly passed away so then the character’s little sister has to take on the mantle in the second movie. It’s pretty interesting because she has to deal with a threat to her country as a superhero and the death of her brother. It’s cool to see the progression she goes through cause initially she is very angry and resembles the villain of the first movie

Oh my god I’m so sorry for rambling I just really like those movies and the attention to detail even in the costume design and callbacks to history I just love it sm sm smmmm

Also all the songs are booty bops so yessssssss I’m sure you own the dance floor with those !!

Good luck on your exams and noted, hello miles. I've only seen Deadpool upon my friends desire a few years which means she has to watch the Barbie movie with me. She's a Bratz girl so she was apprehensive. We collect all the same dolls except she has Bratz and I have Barbie. But Deadpool was more comedic so I liked it and I heard black panther is really good and i'll watch it with my friends if it comes up on movie nights. I'm only allowed to choose a movie once in awhile, cause apparently Girl interrupted, was a depressing choice. And you are too kind, I did get in trouble at both junior and senior prom for how I danced though.

[juliensolomemeta]

julien  solomita  meme  002:   turning  my  boyfriend  into  a  bratz  doll .       feel  free  to  change  them  up  as  you  see  fit !    *cw  for  language

“we looked fierce.” “i still have dreams about me.” “what if you could hear out of your eyebrows? your hearing would be so sick. front-facing hearing.” “oh shit here we go, time to make them disappear.” “oh god, ow. my jaw popped.” “thanks babe, i love you.” “yeah, worst case scenario; you ruin it.” “i’m just sitting here.” “yeah, no problem. np.” “i just need you to know how much fun i’m having.” “sorry beautiful people.” “sorry __ wants to be in your club, don’t mind me.” “i’m trying to get some good air.” “are they bad?” “you know what? i know.” “get that glitter, gtg. you know, that’s what i always say. people always think i’m leaving though.” “ohh hell yeah.” “i’m feelin’ good, i’m feelin’ brattier.” “ohh just wait until i’m in my full brat form, you’re gonna wish you didn’t do this.” “looks fierce.” “i feel beautiful. i feel bratty. actually to be frank, i’m in pain.” “oh fuck i look good though.” “it was inside.” “i need a break, i need a break. i need to take five.” “i’m really sad.” “i feel so bratty. i feel like i’m just ready to disobey my parents.” “did you make an appointment here?” “look at me.” “boo!” “don’t you fuckin’ look at me.” “you shut your eyes when you look at me.” “hey you, come over here!” “what do we do now?” “and you’re gonna deal with it.” “i feel pretty good.” “my hair is freshly crimped.” “do you wanna see the back? okay that’s enough of the back.” “i feel so beautiful.” “i think this was worth all the pain and tears that we both shed in this process.” “don’t do what?” “i’m sorry i just- y’know, when you’re feelin’ yourself.” “what’d you say? talkin’ shit?” “you did a lot of physical work on this.” “i’m willing.” “yeahh i feel great.” “i’m gonna need to take the longest shower of my life.” “i’m gonna go take a shower, you guys have a good one. thanks for coming to the show.” “cut. cut. cut. babe, cut.”

#hes so unhinged i love him #rpmeme #rp meme #rp prompt #writing prompt #rpprompt #inbox meme #dialogue meme #sentence meme #dearindies

[survey--s]

513.

Do you prefer running or yoga? I don’t enjoy either of those things, lol. I dislike yoga the least, though.

Do you prefer Zumba or pilates? I’ve never done either, so I couldn’t tell you.

What is your favorite time of day to run, if you’re a runner? I walk and I prefer to go early in the morning - generally it’s quieter which is better for my dog as he’s reactive, plus it means I’m then “done” and have the rest of the day to do whatever I want.

What is your favorite store to buy planners from? I don’t buy planners anymore, but I used to love Paperchase.

Are you jealous of anyone right now? No.

Do you like spicy food? No, spicy food genuinely makes me feel sick lol.

Do you prefer Asian or Mexican food? Hmm, overall probably Asian food but I like both.

What continent would you most like to visit? Asia.

Have you ever played Truth or Dare at 3am? I’m sure I have at some point, yeah.

Does your local library have a summer reading program? I’m sure it does, but it’s just for primary aged children.

Do you take selfies every day? No.

Who knows everything about you? Nobody does.

What color is your sleeping bag? I don’t have one.

When was the last time you used a sleeping bag? Uhh, living with my parents, so probably about 25 years ago lol.

What is your favorite sleepover game? I’m not really into stuff like that.

What was your favorite Bratz doll? Bratz were after my time lol. I had Polly Pockets as a kid.

What was your favorite American Girl doll? They’re not a “thing” here.

Did you have a Barbie doll with your hair color? I don’t think so - I think they were all blonde but I could be wrong.

Are you ok? I’m doing pretty great, it’s another three day weekend! :)

How many months until your next birthday? Seven months.

Do you have a best friend? Not really. I don’t really have very many friends in general though.

If there’s someone you want to be best friends with, who is it? ....

Who do you wish you were dating? I’m happy with my husband.

Is there anyone you miss? Not really.

Who do you hate and wish were dead? Nobody. That’s a bit extreme lol.

Are you bothered by your past? No.

Do you like drawing or painting better? Drawing, but I’m rubbish at both lol. I prefer colouring to both of those things.

What did you always want to do as a kid but were never allowed to do? Drink fizzy drinks lol.

Can you run fast? No. I have back/spine problems so running isn’t on the cards for me.

Does your local library give out prizes for summer reading? I’m not sure.

What is your favorite ice cream topping? I had the most amazing cherry cheesecake ice-cream the other day so I’m going to go with cherries/cherry sauce and cream lol.

Do you want to die? No.

Is your Bible falling apart? I don’t own a bible.

Do you doodle in the margins of your notebooks? Not anymore, but I did as a student/teen.

What color is your favorite knitted scarf? Grey. Mandy got it for me years ago as a Christmas present and it’s SO big and warm and soft. I love it.

Do you need new boots this year? I need loads of new stuff this year but I haven’t got round to actually going to buy any of it, lol.

Do you have Christmas lights up in your room? We have fairy lights up in the living room year-round.

Has a crush ever been mean to you? Sure.

What states have you been to? Zero.

What states have you lived in? None. I’m so glad that I didn’t grow up in America. Thank god. <–Hahaha, oh yeah. <--- haha, yep.

What countries have you been to? England, Wales, Scotland, France, Germany, Belgium, Norway, Switzerland, Austria, the Netherlands, Spain, Italy, Sardinia, Sicily, Australia, Singapore, Malaysia, the UAE, Dubai, Doha and Canada. I think that’s it.

Where would you most like to travel to? Japan, Iceland and New Zealand.

Elephants or llamas? Elephants. Llamas spit lol.

Does your heart hurt right now? No.

What color is your bulletin board? I don’t have one.

Are you hormones performing the way they are supposed to? As far as I know.

Which country’s flag is your favorite? I can’t say I really have a favourite flag.

Are you part Irish? Nope.

Are you part English? I was born in England but my heritage isn’t English.

What languages can you speak? English and French.

Music or art? Music.

Cheetah print or plaid? Plaid.

Polka dots or paisleys? Paisley.

Have you ever been a witch for Halloween? No.

If you live in an apartment, is your landlord mean? Luckily we own our home, but my previous landlord was a pretty decent person all things considered. The rent was cheap and we could pretty much do what we wanted.

Who’s your favorite superhero? I don’t have any.

Do you have a seashell collection? I did as a kid, but not anymore.

Mermaids or dolphins? Dolphins, even though they’re nasty little buggers - I’ve always had a soft spot for them luckily.

Who was your best friend in eighth grade? Uhh, Julia I think.

Do you get bullied? Yes.

Do your parents love you? Yeah.

Do you know what the Bible’s definition of religion is? I don’t care, to be quite honest.

Do you feel alone? No. I love my own company though and rarely ever feel lonely.

What fashion essentials do you need that you don’t currently have right now? Nothing fashionable, but I do need some new leggings and t-shirts for the summer, plus new trainers for work.

Do you normally wear jeans until they rip and wear out? Yeah.

What season’s colors do you look best in? Apparently burgundy, deep green and purple, so autumnal kind of colours.

Do you want to start a business? I already run my own business. I love it.

What did you go to college for? I studied French, History and Politics.

Is abuse in your past? Hmm, yes. Not in my childhood though.

Is there trauma in your past? No.

Do you know anyone who’s been raped? I’m sure I do.

How many tattoos do you have? Just the one.

Have you ever been rebellious? No, not really, I’ve always hated getting in trouble or being told off so I was always a pretty good kid growing up.

Who do you look like? My dad and his sister - honestly, we’re all the spitting image of each other. There’s no doubting that I’m my dad’s daughter lol.

Are you a dog or cat person? I am an animal person, which is the only correct answer to this question.<--- yes, this! We own both and I love both. They both have different benefits and qualities.

What do you hate? Drivers who pull out in front of you and then drive about 10mph below the speed limit lol.

#survey #surveys

[ohfugecannada]

So I’ve been on a bit of an My Little Pony kick since I’ve been watching a few of youtuber Shunks’s MLP iceberg videos (which I highly recommend you check out if your an MLP fan btw) and somthing that struck me today is how there really aren’t any other examples of dedicated toy lines that fit into the “horse doll” niche My Little Pony fills.

I know that feels like a weird to say, but... i dont know. When I started researching it I assumed MLP had to have some competition in this market. Like, just look at the fashion doll world, for instance; Barbie came onto the scene in the 50s, essentially creating the fashion doll toy nice as we it today and now there are many individual brands like Bratz, Monster High, LOL OMG, Disney Princesses etc etc that have taken inspiration form Barbie yet still have their own identity, providing competition and maintains the fashion doll su genre of toys.

Meanwhile MLP just... doesn’t have that.

I mean sure there were a few toy lines that tried to replicate their style and success, like those “fakies” like the Lanard ponies, those Cabbage Patch Kids ponies, and those Bratz Ponyz etc. Plus you do see those funny dollar store knock offs from time to time. But for the most part, especially in the modern day, My Little Pony doesn’t have any other competition in the Horse Doll niche like you see Barbie has in the fashion doll niche.

Granted, there are a few good reasons for this; conceptually, I guess designers find it easier to think of possible themes for a n 11” female figure to explore, eith a horse, even a cute stylised one, I feel like they’d have more limited options when crafting a theme, backstory characters etc. (Though, i dont know if that’s entirely true. I’d say that the horse dolls we know, I.e. mlp, have only really fallen into the thematic category of “pet toy”, fantasy or slice of life play sets, but that’s for another post...)

the second bigger reason I think is that the competitors in the past I mentioned earlier borrowed to much from MLP and its style. The candy coloured coats and manes of the horses, the rump symbols, the posed bodies etc, they were basically identical to MLP without doing much to innovate or actually carve out an identity of their own. There was also the fact that these Pony or horse centric toys were spin offs or side lines to other more popular non-horse centric dolls (Ponyz and the Cabbage Patch Ponies being good examples) which meant they were often just used as accessories to capitalise off MLP’s success.

So yeah, long story short, I’m surprised to learn how few actual examples there are in the “horse doll” sub-genre of toys...

#my little pony #MLP #toys #toy lines #horse dolls #horse toys #dolls #fashion dolls

[rebelangelsims]

I posted 480 times in 2022

That's 231 more posts than 2021!

361 posts created (75%)

119 posts reblogged (25%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@stillgotme

@wastelandwhisperer

@geeky-simz

@morrigan-sims

@rebelangelsims

I tagged 391 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

#sims 4 - 262 posts

#ts4 - 258 posts

#sims 4 screenshots - 246 posts

#ts4 screenshots - 246 posts

#sims 4 screenies - 243 posts

#ts4 screenies - 241 posts

#ts4 photography - 239 posts

#sims 4 photography - 237 posts

#edith rollins - 136 posts

#nathan sanders - 44 posts

Longest Tag: 95 characters

#they recently brought out like bratz dolls wearing designer clothes but their like $100 or more

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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37 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

#4

Mermay featuring Amanda Lewis

38 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

#3

Marceline’s BC Update

There are now three spots left so if you guys wanted to join please do looking for more guys as I want an even amount of Guys and Girls.

This is based off Legend Of Zelda so sims are to be like LOZ people but as sims

Hylian (Like Marceline with the pointing ears but all of them should have them)

Rito (as they are birds in LOZ we are creating them with wings)

Zora (as they are aquatic folk in LOZ we are creating them as mermaids)

Guerdo (are warriors and a women only tribe no men allowed)

Shiekah (are ancient warriors, they are the chosen guardians of the Goddess Hylia and were sent to be the protectors and guides of the descendants of her mortal incarnation, the Royal Family of Hyrule)

Thank you for joining the BC

@geeky-simz​ @wastelandwhisperer​ @wonderellawhisper​ @simsinfinitylt​ @simblrangel​

42 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

#2

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47 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My first post in 2022 and I was inspired by @kalissimsblog and @samssims bachlor/bachlorette challenge and wanted to do one myself.

Introducing the Bachelorette Marceline Faron, Daughter of the leaders of Hyrule.

Marceline is looking for love a promise she made to her mother when she passed way two years ago and Marceline’s bestfriend suggested to do this.

Quick Facts about Marceline:

*She is twenty four years old

*She has a Distinguished With Honors degree in Computer Science

*She wants adventure she wants to explore Hyrule

*She will and can ramble about Computer Science and Technology that is your only warning

Yeah I’m doing my own Bachlorette Challenge I made the world Hyrule (From Legend Of Zelda) so I will stay invested in it.

I’ll accept eight contestants, Now they are different domains in Legend Of Zelda as you can see from the list and I adjusted them in brackets to work in the sims.

*Zora (Mermaids)

*Rito (Fairies)

*Hylian (Like Marceline, with the pointy ears)

*Gerudo (Only Women kinda like Amazons women only)

Marceline is Bi all is welcome oh and don’t forget to give me a little backstory.

CC is fine Maxis or Alpha

So send them in. Tag me in your post and if you have questions please don’t be afraid to ask

73 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

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