#and a bed sheet

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[c3s6]

I am now going to promote my products.

i am considering purchasing a custom bebo akapane plush (cuz I love bebo so much) and I want the money to purchase one. i need to save up because custom plushies are quite expensive and I just want to give my favorite VB a hug. i have no idea if im ever getting a job anytime soon so I have to promote my products.

and people can chip in by buying the items down below or by purchasing anything in my shop also down below.

Also the website isn’t a scam - i have ordered a pronoun pin that I designed in July 2022, a sticker and a pin of the logo at the end of SMBSS.

And they all arrived. And I’m happy with all the stuff. I haven’t purchased the shirts or the dresses. Or the bed sheets. Those are way out of my budget for my bank account because usually I purchase cheaper things and there’s not really a quick way (to my knowledge) to check how much I have on the card. And I just don’t wanna go over the limit.

honestly for this blog I wish I had the same famous-ness of the original pureiweb “puri” account I used to have on tiktok back in 2021 so many people will see the products. i think i had approx. 4000 followers before i intentionally banned it in January 2022 lmaooooooooo

this is my shop and I sell many awesome products with my art style which is a mix of the tengoku artwork of play yan and also the lil’ critters soothe and surprise light toy. The products shown below are just a few examples of the vast amount of products I sell. Also I go down a rabbit hole of the komppi seamless design.

so I sell many products. like pins! stickers… SHIRTS!!!!! And many more.

So…

Have you ever found Bebo’s cover of Love Love Nightmare sad because of Bebo’s emotional voice? Well now you can show off that you cried to it. (I have never cried to it - also it was the first product I designed using that pen for my crusty ipad. Also the cover got wiped off the internet. I do however have a mp3 of it)

sticker time!

Bebo took these balls away… now we’re really sad!

So… you want more stickers for the price of one? Well, you’re in luck!!!

Now. Maybe you’re not interested in stickers.

How about something really cool to wear!

Well, here’s some stuff that’s not designed by a fashion designer. They are all designed by a professional 3DMM animator.

Planning on having a Komppi themed wedding?

Here’s the wedding dress for you!!

(Nobody will ever have a komppi wedding. Nobody knows komppi.)

Speaking of this design, do you want a bowl with the same Komppi pattern on there?

Here you go.

Even Triple-Dot Demon and M-Head love Komppi bowls!!!! Also, human beings can use it too. Imagine eating in the Komppi bowl and drinking from… you guessed it!

KOMPPI FINE CHINA!!!!!

Okay. It’s a mug. But man, it’s great fine china.

Also here’s the perfect bed for your romantic adventures or a good nights sleep.

Wow, I’m advertising this design too much.

Ok. Time for more shirts.

Do you like computers? And do you like pumpkins? I gotcha. It’s a silly lil ‘puter!

Also here’s a bebo shirt. I’m more of a solid color and pattern person but if you wanna wear this, you can.

Okay. I LOVE how this design turned out. But, I have never bought this design. Not on a shirt, not on a pin. Or a sticker. And I don’t think anyone’s have ever bought it either.

These products have varying prices and shipping.

I have no idea how much I will make for each product as it varies. But if enough people buy buy buy… i will probably get a real life Bebo!!!

(You most likely do not know how much I want a bebo plush. I really want to get one!!!!!!!)

If you buy them, let me know. And if you purchase a thing or more, I STRONGLY advise reblogging this post to give it a little boost.

Have fun shopping!!! (or you can take a look at the products I don’t mind)

[maomiya]

[gokuisahimbo]

Sleepover!

[sweetvillainjude]

There’s something so raw about the image of Cardan with his sleeves rolled up washing the blood off Jude’s hands, after he’s ruined his velvet jacket to stop her bleeding. It’s one of the moments where we clearly see how much he cares for her. He wouldn’t let the guards touch her, despite—from his perspective—not having any way of knowing she wasn’t there to kill him. On top of that, he declares to the palace crowd that Jude is the rightful Queen of Elfhame, who is not in exile, stunning everyone. And then later tells Jude that he had been terrified, not of her but for her.

“It was terrifying,” he says, “watching you fall.”

“Mortals are fragile,” I say. “Not you,” he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. “You never break.”

Jurdan are wild because they may not have been able to verbalise what they felt for each other, nor even admit it to themselves, but it showed through their actions anyway.

[eternal-confusion-of-han]

guys its like their thing or sth

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 218

“Moom, there’s yellow-eyed creeps fighting ninjas outside the window again!” 

Danny sighed, taking a deep breath- in for ten, out for eight- as he set the pot he was cleaning back in the sink. Dan- currently six- came running in from the living room of the apartment, where he was watching TV. Or he should have been if not for the bullshit outside. 

He sighed again, picking up baby Ellie- currently closer to two- out of her highchair (even if she could just float out) and let his oldest drag him to the window. Sure enough, another fight was happening, with no vigilante in sight stopping it. Look, he knew most people didn’t live here, but it was still rude. 

“Jordan, remember how I told you how violence isn’t always the answer?” Danny asked sweetly, Dan’s expression shifting to a wicked grin as he opened the window. “Feel free to practice tossing some fireballs while I clean up your sister, yeah?” 

Ah, the sweet sound of surprised cursing and startled ecto-signatures. Maybe they’d be polite enough to take their spar elsewhere. 

[laddersmp3]

some baby sillies....

[foldingfittedsheets]

My mom has this awful friend, Cynthia. My loathing goes deep enough that I’m not even going to change her name. If she ever finds this she knows what she did.

On multiple occasions my mom asked this horrible irresponsible chicken brained woman to watch after our animals while we were away. I don’t know why once wasn’t enough, because the first failure was so spectacular that anyone in their right mind would know she couldn’t be trusted with any level of responsibility or direction following.

You might be thinking to yourself, FFS, this level of antipathy is surely unwarranted! But you’d be wrong.

To set the scene, we were living in downstairs of our house when I was about fifteen. My mom has always wanted more animals than can reasonably be kept indoors which is how we ended up with three cats. When she wanted to kick them all outside I protested, and so all three cats lived in my bedroom with no access to the rest of the house.

That really wasn’t great, so in an attempt to give them options we made a window cutout with a cat door in it to give them access to the outdoors. Looking back on this as an environmentally conscious adult it’s wretched, cats should be indoor only, but at the time I was desperate to give them some freedom because one bedroom is too small for three cats.

So my parents and I went on a week long trip to visit family out of state. We told Cynthia to come feed and water the cats, and to scoop the litter box. Most importantly, don’t lock the handle of the door, because we only have the key to the deadbolt.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Cynthia locked us out. We arrived home after 12 hours on the road, desperate for the comfort of our own beds. We were met with an unyielding door. With a sigh I volunteered, “I can punch in the cat door and climb in the window.”

I slipped behind the bamboo outside my window and pushed in the cutout. A horrible insidious reek wafted out at me. I paused, prickling with foreboding. But I had a job to do, and by god I’d see it through. I hefted myself up into the window and my hand immediately landed in something wet.

Skin crawling, I pulled myself up and surveyed the darkened room as a miserable odor of decay and suffering poured out of the room around me. I could see dark shapes littering the carpet and it didn’t take a genius to guess that the cats had taken up hunting in a big way during my absence.

I pulled my hand out of the pile of vomit it had landed in and dropped into my onetime bedroom turned now into a hellpit of decomposing wretchedness. I turned on the light. I wished I had not turned on the light.

My eyes scanned across the floor, tallying as they went. Two dead birds, a dead baby rabbit, five dead mice, and one dead snake. I paused on my alarm clock, perplexed to see a stain of white on it. I stepped closer and saw a furtive movement.

The tally suddenly contained also: one live bird that had shit in several places, probably in pure terror to find itself trapped in a room littered with decomposing woodland creatures, which honestly, fair. I coaxed it out the window and finished the survey with five discrete piles of vomit.

I unlocked the door and let my parents in. They exclaimed in disgust at the horrible smell. We stood together in my doorway floored by the magnitude of neglect. The unscooped litter box was a subtle footnote in the tangible reek my living space. I disposed of the parade of ecological disaster, cleaned vomit, and scooped the box after a brutally long day on the road. The cats were fine, and happy to see me. They had a huge dish or food and water so Cynthia’s neglect at least hadn’t harmed them.

Then I slept on the couch while my bedroom aired out, the windows flung wide to dispel the uneasy ghosts of the hunted. I spent the whole night cursing Cynthia’s name for this evil she’d visited upon me. When my mom asked her, "Cynthia, didn't you see the dead animals?"

Cynthia responded, "Yes, they smelled so bad, I just ran in and out as fast as I could." I fully don't believe she did any caretaking, and I'm personally of the opinion that she locked herself out on the first day and never came back.

The next day my room had returned to a habitable level of smellscape and I gratefully crawled into my bed that night. I stretched out and froze as my foot brushed something cold and wet?

The final indignity: one last dead snake, inside my very sheets.

Fucking Cynthia.

[eleccy]

c'mere for a second, i need for you to look at this.

Yes, there he be. But I want you to notice something about this cell.

There's no bed. Y'know? No room for one.

But that table, the one the roses are on? That looks like it could be a night table. It's got flowers and a photo frame on it. That's almost certainly a nightstand. I don't see how it could be anything else.

He has to have a bed in there, right?

We're seeing this image from Phoenix's perspective.

So in case you haven't noticed it yet, let me spell it out for you.

Phoenix is sitting on Kristoph's bed.

Is that not the only possible place it could be in this cell? Do you want to tell me I'm wrong about this? Think it over first.

[warmcupoflemontea]

[romidoes]

[…] that can be touched. a love that i can write about gracefully if and when it ends.

[moussedoodles]

"REDLIGHT!" "GREENLIGHT!"

I wanted to try my hand at redesigning B2J a lil, so uhh, here they are, and I honestly love how these lil ref/infosheets had turned out ^^

[maomiya]

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[beautiesofbygoneeras]

Ursula Andress, "In The Sensuous Nurse," (1975).