beckyh2112 | Dress Meme

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G1 Arcee, please.

Transformers do not wear clothes. Why should they? They're robots. They are armored from their creation to their destruction. Scraps of cloth add nothing, especially not in a resource-starved war like the one they have fought for millions of years.

On Pz-Zazz, people wear clothes or they get tickets for public indecency.

Arcee bit her mouth as the tailor-bots swarmed over her. They didn't need to spend this kind of money, but Spike said it was important they came across as reputable, important people.

The tailor-bots tickle and prickle with their little legs. The hum of their little bodies makes her own body hum back, little bits of machinery from her alt-mode turning inside her. It's... interesting.

Then the dress is finished, and they scurry away to their hiding places. Arcee looks in the mirror and almost gasps.

It is lovely. It is a black that clings to the lines of her body, lined with an energon pink. It is slot high enough to show the holsters on her thighs, and there are no sleeves to catch in the mechanisms of her shoulders. Pink orchids-of-paradise are woven into the cloth, set off by an emerald green, but they seem to fade against the black. Night-black, space-black, Motormaster's laugh-black.

She never thought she would look good in black.

She doesn't look good. She looks magnificent.

I like that you put in practical spins on the dress I picked - no sleeves for arm movement, high slits for gun holsters.

Now, Arcee needs to go see Rodimus and/or Springer. >_>

Thank you! *Hugs.*

http://www.promgirl.com/shop/dresses/viewitem-PD546269?utm_medium=shoppingengine&utm_source=googlebase; Ozai.

http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-128024209710985_2141_150218274; Ursa or Zhao

Edited 2011-02-06 04:48 (UTC)

"That's hardly more than a scrap of cloth," Hakoda splutters.

Crimson cloth is draped in a manner that almost describes a dress, except it's missing most of the skirts and all of the sleeves. It is artfully draped, though, Hakoda will give it that. There's even a topaz brooch on Ozai's right hip, pinning it all together with a tantalizing tail of red.

"It is a bit short," Ozai agrees. "There's no real fun in pushing this one up."

Hakoda tries to visualize that. His hand on Ozai's muscular thigh, fingers catching on crimson cloth and pushing it up towards hips-

He stops thinking about there.

"It's not gonna be an orgy- it's a toga party."

You keep managing to set my ears on fire. I wish I knew how you did that.

Overly dressed Waterfolk don't get short dresses; clothes are supposed to keep you warm. Body movement is supposed to be sexy.

Oh, Ozai, what are you doing to this man's sensibilities with your scrap of a cloth and forward flirting?

I enjoy it, notably the description of the dress and Ozai being so casual about the dress's drawbacks.

Silk shimmies about her legs, the sensation so distracting. She should be wearing stockings, she thinks, but all she is wearing is bare skin. Bare skin and black silk, and pretty gold sandals.

There are citrines on the sandals and on the line of imperial red above her breasts.

She steps forward, and the slit in her skirt makes it fall around her pretty leg. Ozai's eyes drop. Zhao's eyes flicker down. The air around them both hazes with heat.

Ursa feels so bare.

She feels so young and girlish in this piece. Like it's her first adult dress. I keep feeling like this is either right after she's married to Ozai and realizes she does want/care about him or after he comes home where she has to cement his affections for her.

And she got Zhao's attention, too. Interesting. Will Ozai bite, I wonder?

The Director sprawls across the chaisse lounge, in a dress as green and dark as secrets. Gold lines it, and How's eyes follow a line of gold frogs up Long Feng's right side and across his shoulder to his throat.

The dress has no sleeves. For the first time he can remember, How sees Long Feng's arms bare. He sees the muscle in them, and the scars. He sees the muscles of Long Feng's legs, a slit in the silk skirt revealing so much.

He wants to kiss that revealed skin.

Long Feng's foot digs into the stone floor, and How thinks he doesn't have a chance in hell of getting near the Director right now.

I am reminded of a snake the way how Long Feng is described, lovely and reclined and ready to strike. Oh, he so very, very cruel to General How. Of course, should How have seen this?

I am not sure if How should have. What mysterious rites did you wander into, How?

Song (http://i.imgur.com/Am6aB.jpg)

Yue (http://i.imgur.com/QKBCS.jpg)

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Edited 2011-02-06 04:52 (UTC)

Song is covered from wrist to throat to ankle, and she knows her husband's attention will not waver from her.

It's springtime. The flowers are blooming, the girls are blooming. Kanzashi hang in her hair, and her chima is the color of the first spring irises - brilliant pink. Her jeogori is the brilliant white of snow, but embroidered with the blooms of the late spring flowers - pink and purple with flickers of green leaves and stems.

This is not a custom in Ba Sing Se.

She does not normally wear silk.

Long Feng's eyes are on her, and the fingers of his hands twitch as stone hands crawl up her legs.

*purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*

This is absolutely delicious. <3 I love your description of the dress, and I love Long Feng's reaction. <3333

"The Moon Spirit wears white," she says.

"Only when the moon is full," her other half says. "You are maiden no longer. You may wear black."

***

In the Fire Nation, Sokka has a vision. His vision appears at one of Zuko's dances. Her hair gleams white against dark skin, the effect striking.

It strikes him in the heart.

Black cloth like clouds slides down her shoulders and hangs over her arms. She raises her hand to his, and he sees black slide back, long tails of it dangling towards the floor.

He takes her hand, and the torchlight catches on the jewels on her bodice. Or maybe the jewels give off light themselves. They glitter and gleam, bright stars against the black bodice. Some part of him wants to touch them, but he doesn't think copping a feel is going to go over well.

Zuko says stars burn, but he doesn't feel any heat as she presses up against him.

"Another dance?" she asks when the music ends, and he knows these dances aren't the ones that she came for. But he dances with her again and again, until his limbs are leaden, until he doesn't have the sense to think 'Suki' when she leads him into the garden.

Black swirls around her legs, bleeding into shadow. His knees hit the grass, and his hand hits her calf-

Black is nothing more than shadow.

Ooooh.

No, Sokka. Copping a feel won't go over well all.

I take it it's the new moon? :D

I very much like this one. <333

Stunning--both the picture and the ficlet. Honestly, I am in awe. :)

October Daye. (http://gossipgirlfashion.us/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/blue-cocktail-dresses.jpg)

"Tybalt looks like he got hit between the eyes by a two-by-four," Quentin says, eyeing the local king of cats judiciously.

"He'll get over it," I say in what is clearly not the slightest bit of a reassuring tone. But Quentin's a polite kid, so he just nods.

He hasn't looked at me once since he saw the dress I was in. Can't imagine why. He's done high school, he has to have seen worse.

'Course, usually the girls filling them out are just that - girls. Not women.

Also, the high school girls probably aren't wearing something woven by the Luideag.

"So," I say with forced cheer, "let's go find May."

I LOVE THIS

YOU INCLUDED QUENTIN BEING SNARKY

AND TOBY BEING SNARKY AND SEXY

I LOVE YOU THIIIIIIIIIIS MUCH

ONLY CAPSLOCK CAN EXPRESS HOW MUCH

<333333333333333

quentiiiiiiiiiiin

TOBY. TYBALT. QUENTIN. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

I love you forever for this.

"Tybalt looks like he got hit between the eyes by a two-by-four,"

....knowing Toby, I half thought he meant this literally. >.> Well done!

Azula (http://www.faqs.org/photo-dict/photofiles/list/1170/1648evening_dress.jpg)

"I hate this dress," Azula mutters, flexing her fingers. The black velvet gloves feel too tight and they run too high, all the way up to her elbows. They'll burn the first time she firebends, she knows it. Hopefully, she'll be able to push their fire away fast enough.

Even more unsettling, the dress has no sleeves. It clings to her breasts, and she worries if she breathes to deep, it will just... slip off.

How is she supposed to firebend if she can't breathe deeply?

The skirt, she could almost like the skirt. On someone else. On her, it's a bulky, monstrous affair that restricts her legs. How can she run? How can she kick? How can she fight?

The only thing she likes is the mask.

Some part of her envies Mai. Mai looks so poised in her own dress, and the skirts are probably an asset to her. She can hide more knives in them.

"Hey," someone says softly.

Azula glances over her shoulder, too unsure of this dress to risk turning in it.

It's one of those handsome Li boys, the ones who usually dance around Ty Lee or the useless noble girls. The ones who sometimes dare Mai and never give her more than basic respect.

He's smiling.

"Want to dance, mi'lady?"

This is my favorite of all of them!

Mai (http://korean-fashion.org/koreanfashionpics/Korean-Dress-Formal-Occasion.jpg)

Zuko (http://www.stylishcn.com/pro_img/W50107.jpg)

Mai wears black silk under the linen dress. Silk tangles arrows and blades, silk is lovely when woven with subtle navy blue patterns. Anyone close enough to see such patterns must be very close indeed.

"Grey doesn't suit you," Ty Lee chirps, plucking at the long V of the dress's neck. "I like the plunge, but it'd be prettier in red. Incarnadine."

Her flingers flicker down to the black buttons on the skirt and toy with them. "Incarnadine," she repeats, "and tiger-eye buttons. That'd be so pretty, Mai."

"I like this," Mai says quietly as Ty Lee's clever fingers undo a button.

"My," Zhao murmurs, and his knees hit the deck and his eyes devour Zuko. "My."

Fingers twine in the translucent red fall of Zuko's sleeves. Some part of him wants to spark and burn, up until the admiral nuzzles his thigh. Until teeth delicately bite the red silk, and fire coils low in his stomach.

He still wants to spark and burn. Just... differently.

I... most times I abhor Zuko in dresses because people more often than not are doing it wrong.

And you did it right, with Zhao on his knees and clearly in charge. <3

http://turtle-rn.deviantart.com/art/Courtesan-blue-72330589

Katara, if I may.

"That was something Granpakku taught me," Katara hisses as her hands fall to her sides and the blood falls to the floor.

She's still stuck in this wretched dress that has to be glued on somehow. Even all the myriad ruffles and bows on the skirt are still intact, though she thinks longingly of just ripping them off and leaving them on the pervert's corpse.

But she needs to help Sokka first. She needs to stretch her waterbending to the uttermost and repair all the cracks in his skull.

She wishes she could heal better.

(She wishes Sokka were awake to run his fingers down her back and tell her everything would be fine.)

Sweet and huffy and slightly disturbing all at once- awesome^^

Dress Meme

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G1 Arcee

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Ozai

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Ursa

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Bonus: Long Feng

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Song

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Yue

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October Daye

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Azula

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does approve this meme <333

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