#he is no longer a kendoll

[genocidalfetus]

So, how is the Dino Dickification going, you ask?

From "Old Long Johnson"

To this

The man is no longer a ken doll.

Would like to thank @pinkyjulien for the tutorial and for putting up with my amateur ass with my trial-and-error-and-error-and-error-ing and also for building him from scratch when you definitely did not have to. I'm still gonna use the 'erect' version you built. Would also like to thank @jaymber for helping me troubleshoot and big thanks to @angynomadsimp for figuring out what I needed to do to cure Dino of his 'long dick syndrome'!

[ghostherlig]

johnnshi swap au drabble

this is just a small concept piece, but i've been thinking about it a LOT- something short and sweet just to help make some space in my brain - enjoy <3

Kenshi Takahashi was a household name.

A popular and well off actor, always starring in the newest thrillers, his tattooed skin and mysterious eyes and albatross hair making him the perfect candidate for serial killer casting.

He had the dark and intimidating look down, and Johnny was surprised to find that some of it wasn't acting.

Kenshi was just like that. Somewhat of a brooding figure, yet his words always took on more a teasing tone, a mischievous tongue hidden behind pearly white teeth like poison.

Johnathan Carlton was a professional. He'd been doing this for years, had the list of contracts to prove it, but this was a case that The Cage had never faced.

It made it interesting and exciting and so much more fun.

He was nestled into a quieter corner of the bar, the after party for this premiere lasting far longer than he had expected. He had been eyeing Takahashi all night, watched him wander from table to table, stool to stool, watched him dance his way through crowds and charm a few casting directors.

He was in his element.

Johnny wasn't one to dance around his paycheck, but something about Kenshi Takahashi made him want to.

It was unnerving.

"Enjoying the after party?" Kenshi's smile was cocky, his posture easy going and relaxed. To be fair, he was one of the biggest actors in the building, so the attention probably had him swaying more than his drinks.

"Very much, Mr. Takahashi," Johnny replied, eyeing the man over his sunglasses. He brought his glass to his lips, swirling the large sphere of ice in his drink before he let it sit on the counter top.

"That's good to hear, Mr.?" Kenshi's smile widened, and Johnny tilted his head back, the lenses saving him from the gleam of his teeth.

"Cage." Johnny smirked, simple and to the point. He watched Kenshi tilt his head, curious.

"You're an interesting character, Mr. Cage." Kenshi spoke over the music, the bass duller in the small corner Johnny had resided in.

"How so?" He asked, swirling his drink again, and Kenshi leaned in closer, an inked up hand pausing Johnny's movement. He felt the other slide over his waist, stopping just above where he had a blade concealed.

"You've been watching me," Kenshi purred, his tone as easygoing as when he had walked over, "All night." He tacked on, and Johnny chuckled, something breathy and sweet.

"So I have." He answered, turning so he was facing the man currently caging him against the bar, "Does it bother you?" Johnny poked, and Kenshi's smile turned into a smarmy smirk, his eyes giving away his intentions clear as day.

"Not at all, sweetheart," Johnny let the actor's hand wander, felt it stop over his collarbone, Kenshi's eyes dark with want. "Why don't you come home with me?"

Johnny wanted to laugh.

It seemed suspicious, almost. Kenshi was yakuza, could know all about Johnny and his jobs, could be luring him away from this busy place to kill him somewhere else.

But, it also gave Johnny the chance to get his paycheck earlier and easier than he had expected.

"You got gin back at your place, Takahashi?" Johnny teased, his arms wrapping easily around Kenshi's neck.

"The expensive kind, Cage." Kenshi's smile returned, and Johnny couldn't believe it had been so easy.

"Then take me home, Kendoll."

[dapperpets]

All the evens if the petblr asks

2. What is the meaning behind your most recent pet’s name?Well this is plural bc they were all named at the same time, but my chickens are named Beauty, Katie(named after me😉), Red, and Roxy. I asked my granma to name them bc we're very close.
4. What pet do you want next?I actually have a rescue legless lizard on hold at my local sanctuary until I have the resources to give him a proper environment.6. What’s your dream tank?I've gotten very into plants lately. Just something very very heavily planted whether it be for fish or for reptiles, I want a god damn jungle in my house.
8. What introduced you into pet keeping?
I was born into it10. Name 3 pets that are no longer with you and what your favorite thing about each was.
Bunny (rabbit)- he was a fiesty asshole and I loved himKendole (cat)- I just had a lot of fun with the short time we spent together. Had many an adventure with this guyCody (my granmas dog but I still spent a lot of time with him)- he was such a pure and loving soul with a great personality and despite being huge he was a big ol lap dog that would suffocate me every time I slept over. He was too big to sit on my lap so he'd just have his front half on me at all times12. What’s the hardest thing about caring for your pet(s)?Time
14. Do you want a career involving animals? If so, what?Yes! I want to be a herpetologist 
16. What is your favorite activity with each of your animals?Chickens- MEALWORMSQuasi (garg gecko)- hand feedingShrimp- 👀👀👀Viserion (betta)- make him do a jumpJojo (snail)- where's Waldo except he's waldo Pest snails- deathXavier (lovebird)- cuddleBeatrice (rosy boa)- scare my momAngel (dog)- play fightKuma (cat)- cuddle on the couchDash (cat)- follow him around and meow at himPoppy (cat)- playing with herSandshrew (cat)- carrying him everywherePond fish- feeding frenzy
18. What is the highest maintenance pet you own?All of the birds A L L O F T H E M
20. If you had children, at what age would you allow them to have and be responsible for their own pet?It all depends on the kid. Being the person I am if I ever had kids (in my case I'd probably just have nieces and nephews) they would always be exposed to animals. I would teach them and let them help out. They could be responsible for their own when I feel I can trust them, but if they fail I'll help them.

[dapperpets]

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10. Name 3 pets that are no longer with you and what your favorite thing about each was.Bunny was my New Zealand mix rabbit that I decided I needed bc he was licking the glass of the tank he was in and I could not get over it. My favorite thing about him was that he was a complete asshole and destroyed everything, and he would attack you in the basement bc that was his territory. Once you got him upstairs he was a nice boy. We had to put him down after he had a stroke at around 8 years old. After that we discovered that he made a tunneling system through the walls of my basement. Not even joking he chewed through them and made tunnels, he died several years ago and we are still finding more holes. When he died the vet gave me a tuft of his hair and his footprint. I miss him a lot.Stinker was my first cat. My parents got him a couple years before they had me and he was a seal point Siamese. He was actually the son of a show cat, the cats name was BatCat. My favorite thing was that he was very protective of me and my brother. He slept in both of our cribs. My brother has asthma and would have asthma attacks often as a child. Stinker would sleep with him at night and if he had an attack stinker would go wake my mom up. He died from a tumor when he was 10. He is buried in a casket my dad made for him behind my pool, and we made him a cross out of wood.Kendole was my outdoor cat when I was little, and will always be the best cat I've ever had. (Yes outdoor cats are bad but I was a child so I was obviously unaware, so save your energy with this one). He was such a beautiful cat, everyone complimented how beautiful he was. I used to play outside all the time and he did everything with me. We would play adventure, go for walks, and I'd throw acorns and he chased them. I actually have a scar on my face from one time when I accidentally spooked him, it's on the right side of my lip. He got hit by a car when he was 3, and he was left on the side of the road like he was nothing for god knows how long before my dad finally found him. They weren't going to tell me, but I was using too much printer ink making lost pet flyers. They bought me my dog right before they told me to try to make it hurt less, but all it did was make me too upset to spend time with the puppy. So now what was supposed to be my dog is bonded to my mother instead. He is buried next to stinker, and he has an angel statue as his marker. There are lots of stones, dried up flowers, etc all around his grave that I've left him throughout the years.