#coa Era

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump day 11 - fever

Starting febuwhump in the middle of the month with my Links from my own au Courage of Ages, because I looked at the list and basically gave into temptation 😅

I’m going to try and keep these short so i don’t get stressed, just fun oneshots and an excuse to write my Links more :)

Here’s an explanation of courage of ages, as well as who’s who, but in this fic only four of them show up. Gloam is tp Link, Hue is albw & tfh, Era is hw, and Sprite is oot & mm.

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“Gloam?”

The Hero of Twilight blinked his eyes open, looking up at who’d addressed him. Hue stood next to the tree that he’d been dozing against up until a few seconds ago, looking like he felt extremely bad for disturbing him.

“Hey Hue, what’s up? You need something?” he yawned, and the younger hero shifted his weight nervously, and scratched the back of his neck.

“Era isn’t awake.”

Gloam tilted his head. “And..? Is that a problem? I mean, we weren’t going to head out until tomorrow morning anyways, he may as well take a nap.”

“No, I mean he hasn’t woken up all day,” Hue stressed. “I was going to tell you earlier but I couldn’t find you or anybody else, so I figured I’d just wait, but now...”

Hue glanced behind him at the inn in the distance where they were all staying.

“He’s barely moved. He was making weird noises before too, I’m... I’m kinda worried Gloam.”

The goatherd furrowed his brow and stood up, forgoing his comfortable spot against the tree to instead follow Hue back inside to where Era had apparently been sleeping all day.

If it were almost any one of the others Gloam would brush it off as them just taking a nap, but Era was one of the Links in their group who barely slept under normal circumstances.

Maybe he was just really tired?

They entered one of the rooms several of them were sharing, Gloam noting the lump on one of the beds. Drawing closer with Hue on his heels, Gloam saw Era tightly curled up under the sheets, already odd since he tended to sleep ramrod-straight on his back. His blanket was tight around his shoulders, breath wheezing in his throat, and when Gloam leaned closer he could see his face was flushed.

Wait...

Gloam leaned down and pressed a hand to Era’s forehead, then winced at the heat under his palm.

“Darn it, he’s got a fever,” he muttered, and at his touch, Era’s eyes flicked open.

He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes and hair limp with sweat. He was always so put together, Gloam had to admit it was weird seeing him this... disheveled.

“We moving again?” the knight rasped, and made to sit up, arms trembling. Hue pushed him back down, and shook his head.

“No way, you’re sick Era. We’re not moving anytime soon.”

Era’s face paled.

“Sick? No. No way, I’m not sick I can’t be sick—” he said thickly, panic leeching into his voice.

“Era calm down, you’ve just got a bit of a fever,” Gloam soothed, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. “You only need some rest, you’ll be fine.”

Era swallowed, and Gloam could see him mentally push the panic down.

“But... we need to get going tomorrow,” he protested with a cough. “This was only supposed to be a quick stop, and then—”

“We can spare a day or two,” Gloam interrupted. “We switched pretty recently, I doubt we’ll leave this time for a little while yet. And you can’t go anywhere in this condition.“

Era looked like he was about to argue, but instead sneezed several times in a row, each one getting progressively louder.

Hue muffled a giggle at the surprisingly high-pitched sneezes, then shrank back at the look Era gave him.

“Umm, I’ll go get some soup I saved from the other night,” he said, then quickly escaped out the door. Gloam watched him go with an amused smile, then pulled a chair to Era’s bedside, sitting down as he looked down at the other hero.

The knight’s eyes were half-lidded and weary, but he made an effort to look more awake once he realized Gloam’s gaze was on him.

“I really am all right,” he rasped, and Gloam shook his head, sighing.

“No, you really aren’t,” he countered. “Hue said you’ve been sleeping all day.”

“So?”

Gloam eyeballed him. “You are always up at the crack of dawn, same as me. The only reason I didn’t notice you sleeping in earlier was because I was preoccupied,” he said a bit guiltily, then resumed his stern look. “You. Are. Sick.”

Era shrank in his blanket, looking away from Gloam.

“But I’m holding us up,” he rasped quietly. “We were going to try to make it to the castle, we might not have time if we w-wait—”

Era broke off into a stream of thick coughs, raspy and painful sounding. He groaned when he finished, and Gloam handed him some water, the knight weakly sipping at it. Once he’d finished, Gloam put his hand back on his forehead, trying to get a sense of just how bad his fever was. Era flinched, but relaxed after a minute, eyes drooping.

“I think your fever could be worse, but I don’t know how long you’ve had it either,” Gloam murmured, then pulled his hand away with a sigh. “Either way... it’s certainly not the greatest. We can see if this town has a healer, but in the meantime try and get more sleep?”

“Slept all morning,” Era mumbled. “Don’t need more.”

“You’re practically dozing off Era,” Gloam said dryly. “Just go back to sleep. Or I’ll get everyone in here and they can yell at you too.”

Era winced. “...don’t do that.”

The door creaked as he finished speaking, and Gloam turned, expecting to see Hue. But Sprite walked in instead, looking a little out of breath, like he’d run all the way here then stopped right at the door in an effort to seem nonchalant.

“Hue said you’re sick,” he blurted out, then crossed his arms and gave Era a foul look. “How on earth did you manage that?”

“You think I know?” Era croaked, and Gloam watched the worry in Sprite’s eyes grow more prominent at how weak his voice was.

The kid hesitated, then stalked over and jumped up on the bed next to him, ignoring Era’s immediate protests.

“Kid I’m going to get you sick, get off,” Era said sharply, but Sprite only crossed his arms behind his head and laid down.

“You shared your canteen with me yesterday, I’m probably already doomed,” he snipped back. “And I heard you and Gloam arguing, just go back to sleep, huh? It’s going to take you forever to get better if you don’t rest.”

“This from the kid who sleeps like two hours every night,” Era said with an eye roll, and Sprite elbowed him.

“Just go to sleep!”

Era still looked reluctant, and Sprite sighed, then creamed the knight with a pillow he’d grabbed without an ounce of apology. Era let out a affronted hey! and Sprite glared at him, holding the pillow threateningly under his arm.

“Era. Captain. Old Link. Go to sleep,” Sprite stressed. “Or it’ll be even longer ‘til we can leave.”

Era continued to glare half-heartedly at him, which Sprite returned with an equally fierce look, and Gloam decided to leave them to it.

“I’ll go see if Hue found that soup or not,” he said, trying not to smile, and began to leave the room.

“Wait, make sure nobody else comes in here,” Era rasped before he could go, grabbing Gloam’s wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. He gave him a serious look, and Gloam paused. “We don’t need it spreading. Keep Cloud out especially, you know h-how—”

He broke into a coughing fit again, and Gloam pulled his blanket back up around him, Sprite giving the knight a thinly-veiled look of worry.

“We’ll try and keep everyone out, calm down,” Gloam assured. “We’re serious though, obviously you need more rest. At least try and go back to sleep, I’ll go bring you some food in a bit.” Era didn’t reply, and Gloam left the room as Sprite rummaged in his pouch, already wondering how he was going to keep all the other Links out.

The sound of an ocarina followed him down the stairs, the slow notes of a lullaby ringing softly through the inn.

[annabolinas]

Adrienne Byrne as Catherine of Aragon and Jason Kemp as Prince Arthur in The Shadow of the Tower (1972), Episode 13: The King Without a Face

edited by me; apologies for any remaining artifacts!

[exoexid]

encántame buscar a miña aldea e a miña casa no google maps porque o coche que fai as rutas coa cámara non ven por eiquí dende o 2014 ou así e daquela tiña 12 anos e meu avó seguía con nós e a leira da casa familiar nom estaba pechada e a horta estaba chea pero ben chea e o carballo aínda tiña as polas que lle saíron esporádicas na metade do toro e a maceira dabaixo seguía caída rodeada desa planta cuxo nome descoñezo pero que tiña chores brancas que só crecían aí e o regho aínda tiña auga e as rás aínda visitaban o lavadoiro e o millo estaba plantado e os pozos seguían conectados á baixada na terra xusto antes dos limoeiros e ao percorrer a leira aínda vías restos da antiga canalización algo desfeitos e a filloeira seguía tirada e toda enferruxada ao lado das rodas do carro e o meu pexegueiro aínda seguía alí e a roda da carballeira seguía colghada e os gatos da catuxa aparecían alí onde mirases e a casa verde ao lado da froitería seguía en pé co seu hórreo e quería moito ás miñas amigas de quinto curso as que aínda hoxe quero moitísimo e non sei, non me podo crer que en apenas dez anos a miña vida cambiara tanto coma o fixo a pesaren de que eu mesma non me movera

[soul--weaver]

Every day idv makes me learn more about lovecraft against my will

[manoelt-finisterrae]

entón Orfeo neste calar

Transpondo o aquí coa súa palabra R. M. Rilke

non era o oído nin a súa pinza a pausa doce da proximidade voltar desfeito máis que nunca xamais agacharía a cifra da forma aquel instante lugar amado onde unha vez houbo raíces

© Manoel T, 2024

[butmakeitgayblog]

Bonjour. What do each of your clexas wear to bed for PJs

CoA: nothing, or an oversized tshirt and undies

Demon au: nothing. Full stop.

MBFW: depends. In the friend era? Usually tshirts and shorts, sometimes tshirts and undies. If it's hot wherever they're at, well then... they're not above just sleeping topless and in underwear (hence Raven claiming to have found them wrapped up together sleeping naked several times. They weren't! It's just that the sheet was covering their hips 🥺 cuz it was hot you see 🥺)

Cruel intentions: actual pajamas. Lexa tends to go for either lingerie-esque slips, or monogrammed soft cotton pajama sets. Clarke tends to go for silky boxer-like shorts and matching loose button up tops because she gets hot easily and she can adjust the coverage at will 😘

Prof/stu au: Lexa generally wears boxer briefs and no top to not only sleep, but also to wake up and make coffee in. Which is a lovely sight for Clarke's eyes, but when Madi first starts randomly staying over as well she has to switch to boxer briefs and a racerback (to sleep in, you'll understand why when Clarke sees the layout of Lexa's house 🥴) (also she learns to toss on a pair of baggy sweatpants when she goes to make their morning coffee, which also adds a very lovely appeal to the ensemble, or so Clarke's inner artist says... 🫦)

Clarke just a tshirt and booty shorts. She's never quite the amateur exhibitionist that Professor Sexy Face is, despite all of Lexa's copious boosting of her ego, but she also likes the way Lexa has to slip her hands under the oversized shirt to trace fingers up her back, so there are definitely still perks

[redcomunitaria]

Egoismo

Un mes donde se celebraba "La prevención contra el suicidio" yo estaba allí, contra la espada y la pared sin poder hacer nada, mientras mi mente colapsaba en ese momento, mientras yo estaba sentada en aquella silla, pensaba en cada una de mis decisiones, solo quería un hombro en el que poner mi frente. Yo, frente a la mesa con cada uno de los materiales listos, con los brazos débiles y todo silencioso, sabía que tomaría aquella ruta a pesar de tener miedo quizás lo haría, no había nada ni nadie que me pudiera detener, o sacar de aquel cuarto oscuro con una tenue luz. Estaba perdido, y desolado estaba horrorizado y era un cobarde, no servía ni para eso, pensaba. Tenía miedo, y dolor, con la garganta seca mientras lloraba, ya lo eh perdido todo de mí mismo, decía. No eh encontrado nada, agua, vida, yo mismo. No eh tenido nada, aire, paz, algo. El nada reinaba allí, mientras mi mente gritaba y mis manos temblaban, a la luz de la oscuridad que bien se sentía la solitaria paz pues no me observaba nadie, nadie me juzgaba, excepto yo y mi atrapada mente. Mientras yo caía solo en esta vacía soledad, quien podría sostener mi mano en aquel. Y se asomaba y me destruía, y me mentía, aquel no tenía miedo, ¿Por qué no usarías tu nombre?, ven y destrúyeme, en mi mente eh estado muerta hace tanto tiempo que ni lo había notado, llueve sobre mi esta inconcebible decisión. Había pasado tanto tiempo, cada día, casi todos los días yo me miraba al espejo y me decía y obligaba a pensar que todo estará bien, pero no era así, no era quien yo era, era un maldito desastre una puta basura, no pertenecía más aquí, ya no me importaba nada, quería tener tanto el control de tantas coas, que de nada tenía el control al final. Y eso me mataba. Cada día me despertaba con la esperanza de que esto secara, trataba de ver las cosas desde otra perspectiva, y eso me hería, saber que, aunque intente todo, sigue igual. No me quería ir así, por lo menos debería dejar cerrado todos esos asuntos, pero igualmente, la carta estará por ahí, si es que a alguien se le da por encontrarla(me), hallare una bonita edificación en la que poder descansar tranquilamente, pero lo único que quiero hacer es despedirme por ahora. Cuan egoísta seré, dándole mis cargas a alguien más, pero es que solo deseo que cese.

Mina_

[norkoartstuff]

Non-Cyberpunk version of Coa, Tlacique Elder in VTM

I'm probably going to headcanon the Tlacique lore away from old VTM and remake them for my purpose in the future; less stupid 90s era writing and more things to do with Blood Gods, hating the Sabbat and the Camarilla and having more to them than just "Azteca vampires" (There's like more than a dozen different cultures in Mexico alone).

The one thing I figured that could be cool is that one of the clan's has a flayed limb; Embracing is ritualized and a limb is flayed in the process which never heals and you have to hide in public.

I'm going to do more research but if anyone's an expert in pre-columbian america I'm all ears.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Hello, Anon, this is your Oldie Chinese Diaspora Anon™️. I am sorry to keep you waiting. As you’ve probably noticed, vinyl and non-resin dolls are usually not my forte. It took a while to dig up some information for you, but I hope to be able to answer your questions.

The advent of “Cheaper, affordable MJDs” didn’t come from the desire to make BJDs affordable. In fact, the technology that really elevated the production of this kind of MJDs started from what we understand as vinyl collectibles. These small figurines are made from a combination of PVC powders as well as a series of other emulsifiers, lubricators and activators (From the factory that produces them, here: http://www.dgzhonglinhb.com/news_content-859681.html ) Different companies have slightly different recipes, which would explain the different pliability of their final products. The technology was first created as a way to create memorabilia that are of limited edition and they were first considered as collectibles. They’re known internally as “Urbanvinyls” and include signed trinkets that can go for hundreds, if not thousands of dollars. Some examples would be KAWS, Kidrobot, Tokidoki, Bearbrick etc.

With the rise of “Made in China” soft power, the internally patriotic sentiment had fostered local artist-designed vinyl collectibles, which had eventually ballooned into the blind box craze that we see in the last 4-5 years. It also opened a door for vinyl/PVC based MJDs. I do not think they were specifically made to usurp the DD/SmD market, but since “moe sells”, a lot of the new doll companies go with the cute, anime-inspired aesthetic while the blind boxes cater to more design elements. These newly designed MJDs tend to be small, usually 1/12 and 1/6; larger ones exist, but they are rare. In all, they are created to be much more like their direct inspiration, the “blind box collectibles” than what we would usually consider to be articulated dolls. It also meant their target demographic is very different as well. The lower price point allows more people to impulse buy out of FOMO; these are things you buy on a whim instead of saving up to buy.

In this arena, Imómó is not alone in terms of aesthetic, pricing or packaging. Other companies in this group include Hüa Jüan, Tïny Fóx, UFdóll, CNDóll, Kimdóll, Pópmilk, Mónst and the upcoming YünLai/LückyDoll, etc (but not YMY – who has lost a battle with Piccodo for copying their body design recently). These dolls are created with a higher number in circulation in mind – but still limited enough to stimulate the FOMO behaviour – with shared features (sharing bodies, design elements, etc). To keep the production cost down, these dolls would be considered rather threadbare compared to BJDs. I have seen box opening videos where the floating “blind box” heads were packaged in a brown shipping box and wrapped around in clear plastic bags with no other packaging material. The “accessories” for these dolls are usually close to none as well – no or very simple COAs, basic box, air-filled tubes instead of fabric cushions, etc.A snapshot in time in online stores shows that Imómó is definitely not an outlier in the new era of MJDs: https://weibo.com/1448114577/Nj9fqfog3

https://www.dollyteria.com/product-list/58?page=1

If there’s something that really made Imómó stand out, it was the rumours that spread within Chinese doll collectors earlier in the summer of 2023 about the company not issuing legitimate receipts (usually with the intention to cook their books to pay less in taxes). They accuse Imómó of being a “Three Nothings” company (no date of manufacture, no QC and no source factory) with really awful customer service. They had registered the company as an “overseas-based” one so they would be in a different tax bracket. Some collectors also accuse the owner and their family members infiltrating doll collector groups to hype up their own products and downplay the complaints. A popular agent, SWDólls, were also implicated in helping them to not issue traceable receipts. (Details and screen grabs can be found here: https://weibo.com/7303299294/N8lHE6wGE?type=repost ) I have also heard of owners who complain about the parts not fitting well, the seamlines were wide and uneven as well as other imperfections that should’ve never passed QC, if there was a QC.

I understand that most of us, who are looking in from the outside, would wholly welcome a new era of articulated dolls that are affordable. They are a great entry point for people who want to get into BJDs or just want to collect these dolls on their own. I personally think they are great the way they are, because they are starting to populate a brand-new market for people who like dolls in general. However, the first company that most folks encounter in this group was probably Imómó. I cannot comment on the accusations made by the Chinese collectors; all I can say is, I am hoping that the other named companies start to make headway into the overseas market. We’d been waiting.

Note: The write up here didn’t include previously existing vinyl dolls such as Azóne and Obitsü or the vinyl versions of resin dolls such as Kinókó Jüice and Püyüdolls. This write-up only includes MiC, PVC-based, original, MJDs. My understanding is that they are not on par with the company in question in terms of price range, target market and country of origin. I didn’t think they’d make for a fair comparison, but your mileage may vary.

~Anonymous

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump day 20 - knife wound

IT’S DONE PHEW. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it before bed hah. Started as a prelude to yesterday’s, but it’s sort of it’s own thing now idk. I think it kinda still fits with it though.

Injury/blood warning again, but it’s not really graphic :)

Era is hyrule Warriors Link, and Kaleidoscope is four swords Link.

Courage of ages explanation

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A knife between the ribs wasn’t really how Era preferred to start the day, but honestly? He’d had worse mornings.

At least he’d gotten to eat breakfast.

He reeled backwards as the knife stuck in his side, hearing panicked shouts as the sudden monster who’d stabbed him let out a screeching laugh. The clearing where they’d been packing up exploded into chaos as the monster yanked its weapon back, sending Era reeling.

Someone jumped after the monster with a cry, and Era tried to grab his sword in order to help, but his legs went suddenly weak, and he slid down to his knees. He could feel blood starting to soak through his tunic, and he pressed a hand tightly to his side, trying to breathe evenly as he valiantly tried to stay upright.

He was no stranger to knife wounds, but that didn’t mean they hurt any less.

Someone ran towards him, cape swishing, and Era dazedly looked up at Kaleidoscope, who was reaching for his side where the blood was thickest.

“Are you all right?” he asked with wide eyes, and Era managed a grin.

“‘Course. This is a normal Tuesday for me,” he chuckled, then winced, the action making his side sting. “I’ll live. Got a p-potion?”

Kaleidoscope winced. “A little. Not really enough for something like this. Let me see how deep it is, and then—”

Kaleidoscope had reached for his tunic as he spoke, but Era flinched backwards, batting his hand away without even thinking. Kaleidoscope raised a confused eyebrow, but Era just put his hands back over his injury, and didn’t meet his eyes.

“I’ll do it myself,” Era bit out, voice shaking despite his best efforts. “Go see if y-you can find another potion or something.”

“Era, I am not going to leave you to treat your own stab wound,” Kaleidoscope said flatly. “If nothing else we need to clean it, and the angle is all wrong for you to do it yourself.”

He reached out again, but Era flinched, curling away from him.

“I can do it myself,” he gritted out, sweat starting to drip down his face.

Kaleidoscope stared at him then, watching how he shied away, hands held protectively over his side. Era steadily met his multicolored eyes, daring him to say something, but Kaleidoscope merely sighed.

“Era... someone has to patch you up, and everyone else is fighting,” he said calmly. “I know you’d prefer not being touched, but it’s that or bleed out. And I’d hate tell your Zelda that her moronic hero died from a little stab wound because he wouldn’t accept help.”

“There’s no such thing as a ‘little’ stab wound,” Era muttered, and Kaleidoscope smiled.

“Exactly why I need to help you.”

Era looked at him for a moment, common sense warring with an unpleasant worm of fear inside of him. He knew Kaleidoscope wasn’t going to hurt him. He knew his touch wouldn’t do anything but help and heal, but the paranoid part of him was absolutely panicking at the idea of an unfamiliar hand on his bare skin.

The list of people allowed to do that under normal circumstances was very short.

A wave of pain rippled up his side, and Era closed his eyes, sucking in a calming breath before giving Kaleidoscope a terse nod. It’ll be fine. He’s not going to hurt you.

“Get it over with,” he said in a strained voice, and Kaleidoscope nodded in return.

“All right.”

Kaleidoscope handed him a potion, the bottle only half-full, and Era quickly drank what was there, relieved at the way the fire in his side ebbed a little.

But then Kaleidoscope began carefully tugging up his tunic and chainmail, and Era stiffened, focusing on breathing evenly and not on the fingers pulling at his clothes. It’s fine, he’s going to help, he’s not doing anything but patching you up it’s fine—

After several agonizing moments, Kaleidoscope finally pulled all of his layers out of the way, and frowned at the injury seeping blood all over Era’s side. He muttered something worriedly to himself, then began cleaning the wound, Era twitching every time he was touched.

“Did I ever tell you what happened with my Zelda?” Kaleidoscope suddenly said as he pressed a cloth to Era’s side. Era couldn’t help but flinch, but Kal’s touch was careful, and he could ignore it a little better with the cloth in the way.

“Not really,” he bit out, flinching violently when Kaleidoscope’s fingers brushed against his side. He’s fine he’s safe it’s okay. “You said... guy named Vaati kidnapped her?”

Kaleidoscope nodded. “Mm-hm. But do you know why he kidnapped her?”

Era shook his head.

“It’s because he wanted a wife.”

Era stared at Kaleidoscope in disbelief. “...That’s it? He didn’t want her power, or to sacrifice her in a ritual or... anything? Not to underestimate him, but that... that seems a bit... shallow.”

Kaleidoscope’s gaze dimmed a little. “It was. I mean, he was planning to take over Hyrule of course, but he kidnapped Zelda solely so he could force her to be his bride.”

His lip twisted in disgust.

“He took one look at her and all he saw was her appearance. Something to conquer, to show off and lord over the fact that he was going to take over the kingdom and nobody could stop him.”

Era felt a familiar lump in his throat. “Oh.”

Kaleidoscope took a deep breath, and obviously made a considerable effort to calm down.

“All that to say... I get it. I really do. I know it’s not easy being seen like... that. Zelda still struggles with it,” he finished quietly, starting in on wrapping Era’s injury. “And I’m sorry I have to do this.”

“It’s okay,” Era said softly, still flinching whenever he was touched. “I appreciate it, truly. And thank you for telling me.”

“You’re welcome Era. Thank you for trusting me.”

Era let out a slightly tense laugh in reply. “I’m still working on it.”

Kaleidoscope smiled at him, and continued his work, being as careful as possible as he continued to bandage the wound.

And Era, despite the discomfort and thoughts still yelling at him to get away and stop letting himself be touched... let him.

[annabolinas]

From left to right: Anne Stallybrass as Jane Seymour, Keith Michell as Henry VIII, Dorothy Tutin as Anne Boleyn, and Annette Crosbie as Catherine of Aragon in a promo picture for The Six Wives of Henry VIII (1970)

Edited by me

[uk-fossils]

Large Echinoid Fossil Dendraster | Miocene Era | West Java Indonesia | Authentic Specimen with COA

This stunning Large Echinoid Fossil (Dendraster) from the Miocene epoch is a rare find, originating from the fossil-rich region of Mount Cidolog, Pasanggrahan, Sagaranten, Sukabumi Regency, West Java, Indonesia. Carefully selected for its exceptional preservation, this specimen captures the unique features of the echinoid species and is a magnificent example of ancient marine life.

Species Information:

Dendraster echinoids, commonly known as sand dollars, thrived in shallow marine environments during the Miocene period. Their characteristic flat, disk-like form, which is optimized for burrowing in sandy ocean floors, is clearly evident in this specimen. This fossil shows remarkable detail, preserving the intricate pentaradial symmetry and surface patterning that are hallmarks of the species.

Product Details:

Era: Miocene

Species: Dendraster (Large Echinoid)

Origin: Mount Cidolog, Pasanggrahan, Sagaranten, Sukabumi Regency, West Java, Indonesia

Size: Refer to the scale cube (1cm) in the photo for precise dimensions

Authenticity: 100% genuine fossil specimen, complete with a Certificate of Authenticity

Condition: Exactly as pictured – this is the exact specimen you will receive

A beautiful addition to any collection, this fossil has both scientific and aesthetic value. All our fossils are carefully sourced, ensuring quality, authenticity, and the highest ethical standards.

[soul--weaver]

I need to draw Violetta......

[manoelt-finisterrae]

como tremía o vento!

viñan as sereas das súas illas téxtiles océano da carne de segredos mananciais arumadas augas do sal vertido en danza

     de arpóns era a ollada das ondas      ollos derrotando como riso      entraron na mar coa súa diadema de luz      cando os homes eran puntos sen solpor

© Manoel T, 2023

[eveningdreams8]

I am parting with this body!

It's an elfdoll girl body girl to boy mod, and some mods to help with mobility, I bought the full doll second hand in 2011 pre COA era but I do still have the original box if anyone needs proof of credibility

Comes with original hands ( one broken) replacement beyours boy hands which are a near flawless match, extra shins with chip, unfortunately in the same spot as the currently used shin but worse

The body is evenly yellowed, would be a great project body for a fantasy mod with the extra shins or a good match for a small head, you can keep or remove tattoos as you wish, the paint I used has had a good track record of not staining but I can't guarantee that it hasn't

Body will be shipped partially unstrung

200$ USD+ shipping ( I can provide very reasonable shipping prices to Canada and US)