#that can cushion the shipping cost

[cerealforkart]

It's here everybody! Dungeons and Daddies the Manga is now possible for you to buy and to hold!

I'll have this store open for a few months to let orders build up before I place my own order to get the books made (I don't want to order 100 books in advance and only get 50 orders, leaving me with a ton of leftovers, y'know?), so be prepared to wait a while before it's actually in your hands.

Dungeons and Daddies the Manga is over 250 pages, and costs $25 CAD (~$18 USD) before shipping, which is about $2 less than the manga I most recently bought!

While you're over there, I also have a leftover sale for the stickers I made for the anniversary some months ago, so if you missed out on those, now is the time to grab them while supplies last! They're $10 CAD a pack (~$7 USD).

[omg-snakes]

What shipping company do you typically use to ship your snakes? I'm looking to ship 3 adult & 1 subadult cornsnake from (south)California to Florida, and I was also wondering what would be the best way to package them, like would bags or petri dishes be better? I have two males and two females, so would that influence how I should package them? Thanks for any advice you can give!

Hey friend!

I use Reptiles Express as my shipping partner. Redline and Ship Your Reptiles are other popular choices.

The sex of the snakes shouldn't impact how they are packaged, but the size of them definitely does. For anything larger than a yearling, I use snake bags rather than deli cups as they take up less space in a box and offer more cushion. This also prevents snakes from being rattled too much during transport. I put a couple of handfuls of soft bedding into the bags, but some folks prefer to put the snakes in without any bedding and have extra padding around the bags. Either works, just make sure the snakes can move enough to get comfortable in their bags but are padded enough that they won't be jostled if the box is dropped or shaken.

Make sure snakes have had ample time to digest before travel. For adults, don't feed them for at least 5-7 days before they ship out. It's better to skip a meal and arrive a little hungry than risk stress and motion sickness.

Make sure you order your shipping box from the company that you choose to ship with. Many shipping companies will put their own company name on the box, and if there's an issue during shipping FedEx might reach out to them, so you definitely want the shipping partner to be able to find your information easily if they need to contact you. Choose a box that will just fit all of your snakes and no larger. The bigger the box, the more padding and temperature regulation you'll need and the more it'll cost to ship. You'll probably need something like a 12x9x6 box, or thereabouts, depending on the size of the adults being shipped.

Most importantly this time of year, especially considering your shipping origin and destination, is temperature control. Do not ship unless temperatures are above 40 degrees and below 90 along your entire shipping route for the duration of travel. You may need to check with FedEx to determine which routing hub(s) your package would be traveling through, but it's likely either Oakland, CA or Memphis, TN if not both.

Depending on the size of your box, I recommend putting in at least two Phase22 Cryopak cooling packs, once on each side of the box, to maintain a safe internal temperature. These packs won't chill the snakes, but will absorb heat and keep the ambient temperature in your box lower than outside. Don't put them in direct contact with the snake bags, though, just to be safe.

One other thing is that you don't need to poke holes in the box for air, but don't tape up the corners when you're assembling your box. Reptiles don't use as much oxygen as mammals, so those corner gaps are enough to allow for gas exchange. Holes in the side reduce the structural integrity of the box and are just ways for pests and heat to get in.

I definitely recommend checking out the resources provided by each shipping company to see how exactly to pack up your snakes and give them the best and easiest possible trip. These companies want very much for you to succeed and they have guides and videos to walk you through every step of the process.

I wish you a smooth and stress-free experience!

[yacinthemorning]

A Nestcommunication

Summary: Tango wants to make his new soulmate comfortable in their new home. the problem is, Tango knows nothing about avians.

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (romantic)

Warnings: Miscommunications

Despite knowing several, Tango didn’t know much about avians. Sure he knew the general things one might know, they have wings – duh – and they need to preen those wings. There was something about being protective of their feathers, which affected preening, at least he thinks so. They could sing like birds, or was it a language? Tango rarely heard it and the few times he had Grian seemed notably embarrassed as though it were involuntary. 

He knew the vagueries, was the point. About as much as anyone else knew about netherborn.

What he did know was that his new soulmate - his rancher – was an avian, and that there was nothing else in the world he wanted more right now than to make sure he was comfortable and taken care off. 

Tango had cost them their first life, had generally made a fool of himself really, and their neighbours were not making their lives any easier. Yet Jimmy still turned to him with trust and a smile. And what a smile. Like being hit with concentrated sunshine. Physically impossible to say no to- which he didn’t. Not when Jimmy asked him to build them a house and not when he pleaded to get a horn before they’d even sorted out their basic necessities. 

He certainly didn’t think twice about handing over his boots (Just iron, not gold. Not that his insistence stopped Impulse’s teasing and pointing out he was a weirdo anyways) when he found Jimmy with nothing. Nor when Jimmy – nervously plucking at the scales on his ankles - vaguely mentioned a tower would be nice and Tango immediately started collecting the resources.

Okay, so maybe Tango was already in a bit deep.

It was fine, probably. Maybe. He just wanted to make his rancher happy and comfortable, that’s completely normal. What would make him happy?

It hadn’t escaped Tango’s notice, the hesitance in Jimmy, whenever he did something avian. Like it was embarrassing, like he wanted to apologize. Not always was it very noticeable, but it was something he was beginning to pick up on after spending so much time together. It was strange. On hermitcraft they had so many hybrids and odd creatures, the attitude was quite simply that everyone else could deal with it. That was evidently not the environment Jimmy had been in. Or maybe it was because of his curse. All Tango knew was that his chirp was quite possibly the cutest thing ever to exist in all the realms, and it was heartbreaking to see Jimmy curl up in shame like he’d just reveal some deep dark secret any time one escaped. (Even if that, too, was one of the cutest sights Tango’d ever seen.)  

So, Tango decided he must make the ranch – their home – somewhere warm and safe, where Jimmy can be comfortable being himself.

Except Tango didn’t know much about avian.

What did he know?

Nests. Avians built nests. Not that he’d seen one. He knew Grian had one, because Scar and Mumbo mentioned it. Jimmy never built one, though. Not in the ranch. He’d thought that was what the tower was for, but despite all the time he spent up there it remained empty. It was probably what he was used to sleeping in, right? Certainly they had enough supplies now that their sleeping arrangements could use a bit of an upgrade anyways.

Armed with the loosest of knowledge, Tango got to work.

They had plenty of feathers for the cushions, just enough wool for the curtains and mats. He tried his best, and he thought he did a pretty good job all things considered.

“I have something for you.” Tango told Jimmy when he returned home. Nervous excitement vibrated through his tail.

Just the mention of a gift seemed to make him perk up. “Really?”

“Yeah, just inside. C’mon.”

Tango expected a lot of things. He expected that maybe Jimmy would look at it and not even recognize it was supposed to be a nest. He imagined Jimmy tearing it apart and rebuilding it. Or maybe he would politely thank Tango, because he was too nice to tell him it was all wrong.

What he didn’t expect was for Jimmy to set his eyes on it, and his face immediately bloom bright red as his wings puffed up behind him. “That…”

“Sip-surprise…” Tango made jazz hands. “I, uh, I made- well, tried – I tried to make-”

“A nest?” Jimmy’s voice was a squeak. His eyes darted between the nest and Tango so fast the blazeborn could hardly keep up.

“Yeah! Yeah, uh, I did my best. I know it’s not great but…”

Jimmy gulped, pointing towards it. “This is… our nest?” Tango was starting to feel his own face heat up in embarrassment. Did he mess up?

“I mean… If you want it to be. I mean it doesn’t have to be if you don’t-”

“No! No, that’s…  It’s lovely. This is just really… No one’s ever… I- I didn’t even know if you… Our nest, Gosh.” His hands clasped together as he took a deep breath in. A long trill came back out instead. “U-um. Uh, I’m sorry, could you give me a minute. I just- I-” With another trill he suddenly fled back out the door.

Tango stood in the ranch, listening to Jimmy run right into the barn. His tail jerked across the floor as he worried his lip. Was that a good reaction? He did say it was nice. Glancing between the nest and the door, he wasn’t sure what to do now.

In the end he busied himself and waited for Jimmy to get back. Hoping Jimmy would come back, really, because he still wasn’t sure he’d somehow screwed something up. More than once he considered taking it apart and perhaps just giving the supplies to Jimmy so he could build it himself.

He was along for another several hours, smelting copper, tending to the animals, eventually working on the wall. Anything to keep his mind preoccupied. The only interruption he received was a most curious whisper from Pearl of all people.

‘Look at you, mister speedy over there ;)’

Tango raised an eyebrow. He looked around until he spotted the avian woman waving at him from Cleo’s bridge. He gave an unsure wave back, for which he was rewarded with a thumbs up. Then Jimmy came barrelling out from Scott’s house and dragged her inside, holding his sister on his left like she was a shield. Tango turned attention back to the wall. Was he really working that quickly? Or was she teasing him for scaring off his soulmate already? It’s not like she had room to judge. Then again, at least she was at her soulmate’s house, while his was… well, also there. He glanced back up at the hideous little box and foot tower. Maybe he should try to spruce it up?

In the end he found himself doing his best to place down a few flowers out front.

That was where he still was when Jimmy finally returned. Tango almost didn’t notice, with how quiet he was being as he poked his head through the gate, then shuffled up the path. He had his hand clutched to his chest, refusing to look at Tango even as he approached.

“Well howdy there.” Tango tried to alleviate some of the tension. It didn’t seem to work.

“Hi…” Jimmy’s wings folded tight over his shoulders. “Could we. Sorry, could we go inside?” 

Tango was already pushing the door open. “Of course.”

Jimmy seemed to tense as he went through the entryway, eyes immediately landing back on the nest. His face turned red once again, but with an oddly determined glint in his eyes he marched over to it. Sitting down seemed much harder for him, taking several seconds just to breath, but eventually he was propped up on the edge. One hand ran along the pillows and sheets. Tango joined him a moment later.

“Sorry- sorry about earlier. I was just.” Jimmy sighed. “No one’s ever done that- built a nest for me.”

“Really? That’s hard to believe.” Admitted Tango, rubbing one of the thinner sheets between his fingers.

The avian’s ears couldn’t possibly turn darker as he curled in on himself. “I mean, I guess I thought I might make one with Scott, but that never really… happened… Anyways. So, I, um, I’m sorry for running off. It was just… sudden. Unexpected.”

“It’s fine! I probably should have asked first.”

Jimmy shook his head, tightening his fist. It was then that Tango realized there was something poking out of it, hidden within his grip. Slowly his hand unravelled. “Um, I was- I wanted to give you… this…”

In his hand was a feather. Not too long, but bright - almost glowing – and clearly groomed to perfection. At the end was a small piece of metal clutching the quill, with a second loop pointed out. Tango let it be placed in his palms, where he carefully cradled it in awe. “This is…”

Jimmy let out a chirp as his wings flexed, still not quite looking at Tango.

“Are you- Really? I can have this?” More so than even Grian Jimmy seemed terribly protective of his feathers, keeping all the ones that fell out or broke somewhere not even Tango was completely sure of. Though, last time he preened he seemed hesitantly okay with Tango watching.

“Yeah… yeah. If that’s okay. If you want it.” His eyes finally flicked to Tango, hopeful despite the way his shoulders and wings had both tensed. 

Tango swallowed, giving the avian a slow nod as he brought the feather close to his own chest. He hid it safely in his vest. “Thank you.”

When he looked back up Jimmy was close. Closer that Tango expected. The look in his eyes was almost too intense for Tango to bear as it ran across his face. They stared at one another, the silence dragging out while Tango’s heartbeat quickened. Finally, when he almost couldn’t take it any more, Jimmy let out a distressed chirp. His face dropped, burying into Tango’s shoulder.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! It’s just… A lot.” Jimmy said with a voice that was several octaves too high.

Unsure what to do, Tango recovered enough to give him a nervous chuckle and pat the avian on the back. “It’s okay. Today was… long. You wanna go to sleep for tonight?”

“Yes please.” Was muffled by Tango’s vest. His wings fluttered, fluffier than Tango even knew was possible.

Smiling down at the top of his rancher’s head, Tango moved to make room. “Alright, then. Let’s go.”

That night Jimmy clung to Tango. It wasn’t that odd, they’d always made a habit of cuddling in their tiny single bed, but he seemed particularly gleeful about it. In the morning he also seemed different. Peppier, openly singing a tune while he laid out breakfast. His wings fluttered happily behind him when he saw Tango get up, and again several times while they ate and talked. Tango mentally high fived himself. His birdy seemed far more comfortable, the hard work and nest were working.

Still, there was something… off. His face had seemingly taken on a permanent pink tinge. Tango thought he might be sick until he saw it fade as he went to chat with their neighbours. He almost seemed to dance around Tango after that, fumbling over his words more. Jimmy also seemed oddly determined to keep touching him, hugging him for the smallest reasons and bumping their shoulders together. It wasn’t bad, but it made Tango nervous anyways. Was what he did really worth this much attention? It felt like he was still barely making up for all the trouble he’d caused.

By the mid-afternoon Jimmy’d been forced to go off and find iron – one of them had to - and Tango ran off to try and trade Grian and Scar for their sugar cane. Instead he found himself sat down for tea, listening to Grian complain about Scar’s pandas for thirty minutes while Scar made excuses.

“So, how are you and Tim doing? He finally asked instead, clearly done with Scar’s backtalk.

“Good? I think?” Admitted the netherborn, placing a hand over the pocket where Jimmy’s feather was safely hidden in.

Grian raised an eyebrow. “You think? Everything okay?”

“He’s just been a bit off ever since I built the nest-”

“You built WHAT!” Grian’s head suddenly snapped, eyes wide. Behind him Scar whistled.

“Tango, you dog. Congratulations!” 

Tango pinned back his ears, nervously glancing between the two. “Uh, thanks?”

The shock on Grian’s face morphed into a glare. “You built a nest for Tim? Already? And you just go around telling everyone? Tango I thought you were better than that!”

“What?” Tango sputtered. “What’s wrong with that!”

Scar chuckled. “Not everyone’s as private as you, Grian.”

But Grian’s glare had given way to confusion, and then horror. “Wait, you built it? How do you know how to build a nest?”

“I-I mean I don’t really. I just sort of… winged it .” Tango whispered the last bit. “I just thought it’d be nice, you know? He’s my soulmate, I wanted the ranch to be comfortable for him.”

Silence fell over the table, even Scar’s face falling slightly while his besweatered companion dropped his face into his palms.

“ Oh gosh. he doesn’t know.”

Tango’s hair was beginning to flicker. “What? Is it- am I not allowed to? Is that an avian thing only?” Jimmy seemed more than fine with it, did it matter if it was?

“Tango.” Grian groaned. He leaned over the table, nearly knocking over his tea, so he could look the blazeborn straight in the eye. ��Tango, think. Why do you think avians and birds build nests to begin with?”

“To… sleep?” He shrugged, hunching down into his chair like a scolded child.

Grian exploded. “To nest , Tango! To court a mate ! So that they can-“

“Wh- wait, hold up!” Tango squeaked as he fell back, shoving the hysterical avian out of his face. Scar stepped in, picking Grian up and pushing him back down into his seat against Grian’s own protest. Silence once again fell, this time a glare and apologetic smile baring down on Tango as the cogs in his brain began to turn. With each passing second his face darkened, until he had to bury his face into his hands. “Wait. So. When I-“

“ Yes .” Grian hissed.

“And so he thought-“

“So it seems.” Wisely nodded Scar.

A squeal like a cross between a steaming kettle and a balloon escaped Tango as it all clicked into place. “Oh no… Wait, so, then what-” He fumbled with himself for a second, eventually managing to open up the pocket of his vest and pull out the little feather.

Grian let out an unholy noise only a dying parrot could hope to make. “ WHAT!”

“Um, he gave it to me last night when he came home. I-is it- That’s probably another, um, important thing, isn’t it, then?” He tried to smile, but cringed further back as Grian let out another screech.

“I swear to the void Tango if you don’t go find Jimmy right this second and clear this up with him before he gets any more wrong ideas I’m going to shove a golden apple down your throat and end your game right here myself-”

“ What Grian means to say ,” Scar shouted over top of his soulmate. “Is that you should probably go find Tim sooner rather than later and have a bit of a talk.”

“Y-yeah…” Tango scrambled to his feet, still clutching the feather close to his chest. Grian didn’t seem to like that much either, but Tango was too much in a state of shock to worry about him anymore. He muttered a goodbye and started the dazed walk home, mind both running a mile a minute and also completely unable to retain a single thought. What on earth was he supposed to say in a situation like this?

He got home and sent Jimmy a message to come back before he could chicken out. Sooner rather than later. 

With his newfound enlightenment he couldn’t bring himself to linger on the nest he made for them. Instead he kept his attention on Jimmy’s feather, carefully twirling it between his fingers, examining it far closer than he’d gotten the chance to last night. 

It really was a beautiful feather, though Tango would argue all Jimmy’s feathers were gorgeous. It was clear though, that it had been carefully selected, lovingly preened, and the metalwork on the end was delicately shaped. Jimmy had let him know that morning that it was so he could choose how to wear it himself. How long of his time out yesterday was spent preparing the little gift?

Tango didn’t know he was smiling until the door creaked open and interrupted his thoughts. “Tango?” Called Jimmy, eyes darting around the room until they landed on the blazeborn sat at their dinner table. One of those blinding smiles stretched across his face, joined by a glow to his cheeks that Tango was starting to think he enjoyed just as much.

Then enjoy it while it lasts. You’re probably about to wipe it all away.

Void, he really couldn’t stop messing things up for his soulmate, could he?

“Hey, sunshine.” Tango croaked out as he stood up to meet his rancher. He got a whole armful as Jimmy wrapped him up in a big hug, as if they hadn’t seen each other in weeks. With a bit of hesitance Tango returned it, melting a bit at the soft chirp Jimmy made when he ran a hand along his back. Reluctantly they parted, and the hard part began. “Could we, um, sit down?” He tilted his head towards the nest he still couldn’t quite bring himself to look at.

Jimmy’s smile faltered, seemingly finally picking up on how tense Tango was. “Sure. Is… Everything okay?”

Tango nodded as he guided them to sit down. “Uh, I mean it’s not bad but... There’s just some things I wanted to talk about. About yesterday and… This.” He waved noncommittally towards the nest.

All at once his wings tensed in towards his body while he pulled his hands away from Tango. He resisted the urge to reach out for them. “Oh…”

“Yeah… Yeah, um-“

“I’m really sorry.” Jimmy stammered out, no wringing his hands. “I, um, I know I probably messed up the moment.”

Tango’s eyes widened, “Wh- no-“

“It was just a lot, you know? All at once. Gosh, yesterday morning I didn’t even know that you- I… I never thought there was any way you would feel the same way as me. It was overwhelming.”

“No- no, I get it. That’s not-” Tango let out a frustrated growl as e tried to calm his panicked heart. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, I should have asked you first before I made something like this. I wasn’t even…”

Jimmy quirked a smile. “I know you probably weren’t expecting to go very far right then and there. But I was too fried to even kiss you.”

“That’s not it, Jimmy. I didn’t know what I was doing when I built it, I didn’t mean it that way.”

The avian’s smile fell away, head shooting up to look at Tango. He could see Jimmy working through his words, could see as those thoughts began to go dark, and rushed to explain.

“I just- No, no, I do! I do like you! Maybe even- but I wanted to make you feel safe and happy, and I thought- well, I didn’t think, I guess. I don’t know much of anything about avians, but I wanted to make the ranch more of a home and I just made it cause I thought that’s what would help. Not that… I mean not to say I mind. Man, do I not mind . I just… I wouldn’t have wanted to just drop that on you without asking first and… You know, make you think I wanted to go from zero to a hundred out of nowhere.”

Tango ran his claws through his burning hair and sighed. “So, yeah, I’m just an idiot. I don’t know if that’s better or worse than what you must have thought of me. Probably worse, I’m sorry.”

Jimmy had gone quiet, staring into his own lap. At some point his wings had sagged out across the nest. Tango waited, trying desperately to calm his sparks while the silence dragged on. A hand rose up, holding itself out towards the blazeborn. It took him a moment before he realized it was intended for the feather he was still clutching in his one hand. Tango throat tightened up. He willed himself not to make a further fool of either of them, giving the feather one last press to his chest before relinquishing it to its rightful owner.

Jimmy brought it back down to his own lap, examining it for a second before his talons got to work smoothing out the barbs frayed by Tango’s rough grip. Once it was again pristine he finally raised his head up with a shaky breath. “Okay then.”

His whole body turned in towards Tango as much as it could, and pulled forward Tango’s far limb to turn him in as well. Jimmy’s gaze was fragile - eyes a bit too glossy and trying to keep the quiver out of his lip – but he kept it locked. “Tango.”

“Y-yeah?” His voice cracked.

Jimmy took another deep breath, speaking a bit too fast. “I know we haven’t been soulmates for very long, and there’s still a lot we don’t know about each other, but I want to. You’re so sweet and kind to me. You don’t make jokes about me, you’re so encouraging, even when neither of us know what we’re doing, and you never let me feel alone in my stupidity. You’re so smart and even though we have barely anything you make it feel like we have everything in the world. I really like you.”

Tango swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I- I think I might love you.” Jimmy barely managed to squeak out. “Or… Or, at least, I could.No, I do. I think I do.”

He nodded, “I think- I think I love you, too, Jimmy.”

His rancher’s face lit up. “Okay… Well, Okay. Okay. Then, um…”

He held up the feather. The poor plume was shaking in his grasp. “Well, Mister Tango of the non-avian variety-”

“Hey!”

“- In avian culture we have this tradition.” Jimmy’s voice gave way to a laugh, instantly easing the tension. Tango dares to quirk a grin. The rest of his words seemed to come a bit easier. “Where if you care for someone and would like to court them, you give them the first feather.”

“The first?” Tango asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, the first feather. Avian’s wings are, um, I think Grian would call them sacred, but that seems like a rather scary term for it. They’re important, is the point. And so, so are the feathers. The only ones who can touch them are flock, and mates treat each other’s feathers like their own. So, this is the first shared feather, the first of hopefully many.”

Jimmy licked his lips, wings flitting for emphasis as he held the feather out. “So, uh… Would you- Could I please give you this feather? As part of that.”

Sucking in his breath, Tango hesitantly laid his hand over Jimmy’s. He grasped the feather, but did not take it right away. “Are you sure? That you want to give this to me, even after… All of everything?”

For the first time in what was likely only minutes but felt like centuries, that sunshine smile returned to Jimmy’s face as he nodded a bit too vigorously. “If you’ll still have it, you’re the only one I would want to give it to.”

And Tango took the feather. This time he didn’t wait, searching his inventory until he found string and tied the precious yellow plume around his neck. He stared at it for another second more before fully turning all his attention on the preening birdy in front of him. 

Asking permission with an outreached hand which was eagerly accepted, Tango pulled Jimmy in close. This time Jimmy happily- and eagerly – closed the last gap. It was a short kiss, hardly more than a peck, but one Tango didn’t know how much he’d been craving until he had it. It was punctuated b a small chirp that made Tango respond with a similar little noise before going in for another kiss. 

For a while they sat there holding each other, not saying much of anything, enjoying the relief while the adrenaline of two days of too much washed out of them. Only when their eyes began to droop did Tango interrupt. “Uh, I should… I guess maybe I should clean this up?” He said, nodding towards the nest.

Jimmy gave it a once over, then shrugged and pulled Tango closer before flopping both down onto the sheets. He smiled. “It’s fine, it’s better than that tiny little thing we had before, and you worked so hard on it.” His smile turned a bit cheeky, a bit shy. “Besides, um, Well, one day it might be more fitting, I hope.”

Tango smirked back. “Grian is going to have a fit if he comes over and sees it.”

“Sounds like more than a good enough reason to keep it, then.”

“You’re not the one he’s going to clobber!”

“I don’t think he has much choice given his own game mechanic.”

Soft chuckles quickly faded as both men began to doze away. Tango pulled Jimmy closer, burying his nose in his rancher’s shoulder. Tomorrow, he decided, he would ask more about avians, and maybe explain some nether things as well. He could already feel the itch in his hand to make. For now, he just let himself dream about all the things they would share.

[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

[dipschitt]

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CLOSED STORE

Hello friends!

@quillibop and I put together a little something for you!

Mark and Holda merch!

Now I know I havent posted much about them ^^" but if you're interested in buying, leave us a note!

Currently we are working with the wonderful @vogracecreative to bring these to life with the best quality possible d(ń.ń)b

Before we order I'll message anyone who expressed interest to confirm the final price. If you change your mind no worries! After the order is placed we'll keep you updated on every step!

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DESCRIPTION

Mark and Holda are SOLD SEPARATELY! If you want both please say you want both! Each keychain is 1.5 Inches and each lanyard is 7.6*2 Cm. (We recommend using a ruler so you can estimate the size for yourself.)

These are clear acrylic, double-sided keychains with a 4-chain circle. Mark's comes in a gold colour while Holda's comes in a silver colour.

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SHIPPING VVV

For friends that live nearby! >>> I will happily deliver these directly to you!

For friends who live farther! >>> I will be sending your order in a cushioned envelope no cost to you!

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REFUNDS VVV

Your merch will be carefully looked over before it goes out to you. If we find an error we will contact you to let you know we have your order on hold. Vograce does replacements at no cost so we will fix the issue and proceed with the shipping.

Refunds for merch will work as followed:

Damage: If your merch gets damaged through the mail you MUST follow these steps to be considered for a refund.

Take photos of the front and back of the product and then a focused photo of the damage.

PM me or email(Dipschitt404@gmail.com) the images with a description of the damage. Title your email "DAMAGE" so we can sort better.

We will get back to you as soon as possible! (ФωФ)

[shandian-go]

June 2024 Arrivals - Important Information

Reminders

If you are receiving your first package this round or haven’t received a package in a while, please take some time to review the Forwarding Guide to get an idea of what to expect!

Please check the Status page and/or the Status spreadsheet for which items will be included in your package. See ‘Package Contents’ on the Forwarding Guide for tips on how to set the filters

Your items will be automatically held if you have 3 or fewer small items AND you have something arriving in the next round. If you receive a second payment e-mail, it means your package is packed and ready to go

Timeline

The estimated timeline for this round is 4-5 weeks (from now until mid July)

Please wait until after I announce that packing for this round is completed before asking for a status update on your arrivals

Group Order Notes

Large/heavy items - Please budget for higher than usual shipping costs if you ordered any of the following:

MDZS x Goodsmile - Buxianxian Wangxian 1/8 Scale Figure (SKU 1101. Please also note that only about half of the figures have arrived so you may not receive a second payment confirmation until early July (when the remainder is expected to arrive)

TGCF Volume 5-6 Thai Edition (SKU 2092)

TGCF Donghua Commemorative Artbook <一花一剑> (SKU 2154, Sisyphe and Bilibili versions)

TGCF x Minidoll - Open Mouth Figure (SKU 2153)

Link Click x BEMOE - Neo Aurora Vinyl (SKU 5320)

Genshin Impact - Scaramouche Cat Cushion (SKU 5334)

Genshin Impact x San Fen - Apparel, Bags and Slippers (SKU 5358)

Please note that I will not be responsible for any damages sustained during transit so please contact me to purchase package insurance if your order is on the fragile/expensive side and you have concerns. If you do not purchase package insurance, then there is very little I can do to help if there does happen to be damage during transit.

Thanks in advance for your patience and feel free to reach out if you have any additional questions about this round!

[pufferfishdude]

Krypto the Superdog: Season 2 Episode 7 Part 3

Krypto asks the Dog Stars if they can move the ship close to him while he's out on his mission, with Mammoth Mutt's voice in its deep huskier tone. While Tail Terrier and Paw Pooch easily walk their way over to the control system, Mammoth Mutt is slightly surprised by them heading off, so she proceeds to hop along to catch up, each short bounce accompanied with a fitting sound effect. (Pic 1)

Making their way to ship's main controls, they try and get the ship moving...only they have absolutely no idea how. Mutt's size is generally conistent with the previous shots, though the position of her head appears higher up in the front view compared to the back, with the initial back view making her look somewhat squat. There are more rolls in her close up where she tells Tail Terrier to press anything, and her voice from here to the rest of this scene is normal rather than deep. There's an error made when Tail Terrier asks how they get the ship to move - Mutt's eyes are green, but when she turns her head to face Terrier, they've become black for a short moment. After her close up, we then get a shot of her facing the others, the collar visibly sticking out as she glares, not a roll in sight to boot, but her eye there is once again black. (Pic 2)

Tail Terrier's handling results in the ship shooting forwards, leading to the heroes gripping onto the console in the same shot as Pic 2, and a shot of Mutt closer than that in Pic 2 to show the intensity of the moment, yelling to pick something else. The second pick winds up making the ship spiral and throwing everyone to the walls. While Tail Terrier and Paw Pooch are fine, Mammoth Mutt's inflated round state helps cushion the potential force of the impact, but comes at the unfortunate cost of the air being expelled from her backside the second she slams into the wall, leaving her looking as flat as a pancake, her head, legs and tail all in view. Embarrassed by this, she meekly excuses herself. This fun moment is also the only time Mutt's deflated entirely against her will, not to mention the only instance she's made flat in any way. (Pic 3)

[mikiyochii]

Fiore will be for adoption on Sunday, 4th of June, 6 p.m. CEST GMT (18.00 h / German timezone).

Important: Please send me an email along with your country for estimate shipping costs if you want to adopt her. I don’t answer mails before the written date and time.

Email: pullipcustom@mikiyochii.de

First come, first save. No reservations.

All mails between 6 and 7 p.m. will be answered (even if you don’t get the doll). Please understand that I don’t answer mails after 7 p.m. anymore. If the doll is not sold in this time I will notice it on FB and Instagram.

I don’t response to mails which are not about adopting this doll.

Fiore will come with… - herself (MIO kit fair skin - Body/Head/Eyemech) - Face up and carving on mouth and nose by me, Mikiyochii, with new eyelashes - Certificate of birth - Beautiful Eyechips by Pikarina - Blond Mohair Wig by Leekeworld - Outfit by The Rover (includes: headband, 2-pcs dress, socks) - Necklace by me - Shoes by Obitsu/Parabox - Wooden box with cushions for a safely trip - some little extras~

Before buying the doll, please note: - the face up is handpainted and therefore it may have some flaws - handle the doll and the outfit carefully as it may contain delicate items - NO doll stand inclusive - the wig is mohair (natural wig) and some hairs may naturally be loose - the wig is not glued and only fixed with wig stoppers; However, you can always glue the wig with a waterbased glue - Layaway is possible (max. 3 times within 3 months; first payment must be 250 € and is non-refundable). - shipping worldwide (within Germany 7 € / within EU 16 € / Outside EU from 50 €+) - payment must be in EURO

PRICE: 700 Euro All prices incl. taxes and paypal fees. Shipping usually within 5-7 business days.

[silverinkbottle]

Chapter 3: Promises

Summary: Well, the secret is out.

Chapter 2 <-

Chapter 4 ->

A/N: A long awaited update as I get back into the swing of writing! Please enjoy!

Word Count: 4K

It’s said in life that two things are certain; death and taxes. At this point death was preferable to the seemingly endless mound of paperwork thrown haphazardly over the small tea table. Now ‘taxes’ was the ‘polite’ word for the numerous purses of beli that would land in select Marine pockets. While running the floating brothel wasn’t illegal, but it wasn’t legal in the strictest of senses either. These taxes would be used to have heads turn away from the occasional merchant captain robbed blind after a night of whoring and drinking. It all made sense, but at the same time it was so much fucking paperwork as your quill slashed your signature harshly over another line.

Gently placing the finished paper in the miniscule pile next to the chaos, you couldn’t help but sprawl back against the plush end cushion of the couch. Pressing the palms of your hands to your throbbing eyes as you could feel another headache starting to creep up on you. Stress, this bullshit and a pitiful amount of sleep was a poor combination. Not to mention the start of cabin fever as you all but ordered to be left alone during your hellish session of bureaucracy. Your mood darkening with each passing hour punctuated by barked demands for another bottle of wine. Drinking would make the task less painful but worsen the quality of your work. Joan’s solution was to water down the bottles before their arrival to your cabin, the obvious trick did little to temper your lashing tongue.

Maybe you should find an accountant. It would save you the headache,but cost beli, time and worst of all make the ship remain docked for who knows how long. The floating brothel ran on a migratory path with little interruptions to its flow. New docks and islands meant new customers to empty their pockets into the coffers. Not to mention gave the crew less chances to cause too much trouble. You couldn’t help but grimace as a few select encounters with locals drifted through your memory. Who knew the wives of fishermen could have such deadly aims with cast iron.

No. It was for the best that you continue this mind numbing task. Without wine or anything to make it less painful to trudge through. Perhaps Joan would be lenient to the request for a single glass of whiskey. It was as if the gods were listening as there was the smallest knock on your door.

“Enter.”

“Is this really all you managed so far?” Joan scolded as she stomped into the room doing her best impression of a maid as she tried to organize the fire hazard in front of you.  A hiss escaping her lips as she scanned over one of the documents with the crinkle between her eyebrows sinking with each passing line.

“You forgot to carry the two, here on line eight. Also here-”

“Do I LOOK like an accountant? Joan, it’s not like-” Your snarl tampered out as your face flushed keenly aware of the third party witnessing two grown women bickering like schoolgirls.  Only a single day had gone by, but there he was in the flesh. That hint of a smile that you had grown to adore threatening to appear when you snatched the offending document from your first mate.

“Don’t stop on my accord.” Mihawk said as he too joined the inspection of the documentation as you did your best to improve the bird’s nest of paperwork without outright panicking. He hadn’t seen you in this state before, the distressed Proprietor going through the mundane tasks of business. 

“You can leave us now, Joan.” 

“Because there aren’t distractions in front of you now. Perhaps I should trade the present one for a bottle of wine like you asked for earlier. I imagine your productivity will be at an all time high..” Joan drawled as she quickly took the small pile of finished documents into her arm before departing with a roll of her eyes and the slam of your door.

“That delightful mood seems to have infested the entire crew. What happened in the last twenty-four hours that I have been gone. Another fight at the Baratie? It can’t be that those are as common as-”

“Paperwork, Mihawk, Paperwork. My style of piracy isn’t exactly simple.” You muttered as you sank back down against the edge of the couch. Managing a small smile as gentle fingers brushed over your hair and the feather-like kiss on your forehead. He was less gentlemanly as he pushed your legs off the couch to take their place. He looked exhausted as his body sagged against the soft fabric with a sigh. 

“I didn’t expect you to be back so soon. Or else I would have put this off.” You admitted quietly as one golden eye cracked open at your voice. It was sweet in its own odd way as you knew the man’s insomnia was a benefit and bane to his lifestyle. Making seafaring faster, but at the cost of his health. 

“Why would I delay my return in favor of idleness.” Mihawk hummed as you let out a small yelp in surprise as he moved to hover over your stiff form. Caught between the couch and his arms, you couldn’t help but feel the smallest amount of guilt and could see obvious signs of sleep deprivation. The faintest bags under his eyes, his sigh of relief to your touch as you brushed over the stubble on his cheeks.  Human, he looked so human in this moment as you gently removed his hat with a single flick of your wrist. 

“Now that you’re back. Sleep. You look exhausted now-”

You couldn’t help but flinch as the man took full opportunity in making himself comfortable on your thighs. His prickly face rubbing against your stomach as he stared up at you all but radiating smugness and content as you tried to find the right words.

“The bed is perfectly empty. Laundered-” 

“You aren’t in it. Makes it pointless.” Mihawk yawned as he retrieved his dropped hat and placed it on his face to block out the lights in the room. His fingers edged along your stomach but went slack within seconds. The gentle puffs of his breath were all you needed to hear. Asleep, he was dead asleep.  At least his hat made a decent stand to hold your papers as you cautiously set to work once more.

Despite Joan’s predictions, Mihawk’s presence didn’t hinder your workflow. He improved it as the tense atmosphere of the room seemed to dissipate within the hour. The weight on your lower half is like a comfortable weighted blanket that makes the smallest of movements if you shifted an inch. Even asleep, Mihawk’s senses were honed to a fine point, it made sense given his solo style of travel, he had to be aware within seconds of danger. It was only when he was with you that he truly seemed to sleep. A rare gift from the fearsome Warlord with the lone wolf reputation.

“Whatever am I going to do with you, Dracule Mihawk.” You muttered as the mere infliction of your voice seemed to stir him into action. You forced yourself to remain still as strong hands spread over your stomach as if to answer. Or was it to keep you still, the warlord’s personal bed for the time being. Regardless, you were quite stuck as if you had a fearsome tom cat on your lap that would protest if you moved in an inch. Or perhaps a panther was far more accurate as a smile flickered over your lips at the idea. There were such Devil Fruits out there right? Mixing human features with that of animals. A silken black coated panther would suit your lover quite well.

A mere hour passed in a blink of the eye as the daunting pile of paperwork trickled away as you scratched off one final signature with a flourish of your quill. Carefully easing the paperwork off your make-shift stand as you tried to maneuver yourself without jostling Mihawk. It was a pyrrhic victory as you managed to toss the paperwork onto the tea table but at the cost of losing ground with Mihawk. Now you were a sufficient pillow as his face pressed against your breasts, your body pinned beneath him as immobile as a boulder. It was only by chance that you managed to comfortably recline your head against the couch end as you could feel your eyes getting heavier with each second. A nap wouldn't be so terrible would it?

Alarm bells rang in your head a mere hour later as a rough impatient voice came from behind your bedroom door. Your heartbeat turned into a stuttering mess as bleary eyes caught sight of the time. Five o clock, you had scheduled a meeting to discuss financial dues with the captain of the Baratie, all planned before Mihawk’s sudden arrival. Or the compromised position as your thudding heartbeat stirred the swordsman, if only to comfort you as his grip on your waist tightened. Were you ready to face the reality of going public as Paramour? Yes, but no. The two truths wrestled in your mind as you found yourself facing an impossible trap.

Rouse Mihawk from his sleep, debating with him over hiding. Shit, it was a headache waiting to happen as any arguing would easily eclipse the thinness of the door. Or diplomatically attempt to dissuade the short-tempered chef from entering your domain with some paltry excuse. Fuck, if it was over anything but financial dues you could have had a chance. Zeff was steel-fisted with beli as you were. It was something you could agree on. Afterall the arrangement between the brothel and restaurant was flourishing after a few sessions.

“I know you’re in there, you tight fisted brat. Don’t try to sneak out on this. Your fucking crew drank a premium barrel of booze under the impression some charlatan had a thicker purse than expected. I expect recompensation-”

“Fuck.” Your word came out in a hushed hiss as you tried to find the right excuse to dissuade the ex-pirate from resorting to less polite methods of diplomacy. Your agitation was palpable as you could see faint lines crinkling on Mihawk’s face threatening to rip from whatever dream he had to be enjoying.

“Mihawk.” Your address came out in a low breath as you tried to maneuver yourself out from under his heavier frame. It was like trying to pick shattered bones from a cooked fish, near impossible as his grip on your waist went steely. Reluctant to give up his extraordinarily comfortable pillow. Your breasts threatened to spill out of the loose blouse with each wiggle as you smothered a noise when calloused fingers curled around the right one. As if the simple touch  would soothe you. Instead of making things worse as you could feel your heart leap into your throat as another all too familiar voice came from behind the door.

“Joan said something about paperwork. Let her be, old man. Don’t start trying to lecture on diligence, I have caught you plenty of times napping curled up with a bottle of scotch instead of pen and ink.” Sanji warned as you could hear Zeff’s scoff of disbelief. You could all but imagine his mustache starting to tick as his patient began to count down.

“Mihawk, wake up.” Your voice dared rise in pitch as you could feel your face flush at the close proximity from your face to his. On top of the accidental groping as a sigh slipped from the swordsman as he tried to rouse himself from sleep. Fuck, that was another problem the swordsman had, if he was in this dead of sleep it was like trying to pull a gleaming coin from the depths of the ocean. It took time especially without a sense of urgency. 

Whatever gods were listening to you today seemed to grant boons, but were all too quick to take them away as there was a distinct crack of wood. It was like the world shifted into slow motion as your voice died in your throat. Along with the crumpled remains of your privacy as a fuming Zeff stumbled into the room, followed by an irritated Sanji scolding his mentor without hesitation. About the matters of lady’s privacy that turned into a stuttered mess as the pair saw your compromised position.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The explicits bounced around your brain as you did your best to fight the crimson stain of your complexion. The secret was out and the fallout lashed out within seconds as Sanji’s misguided chivalry sprang into action. 

“Let go, you leech.” Sanji barked, allowing his foot to strike out over the table. Aiming to lash out at Mihawk’s half-awake expression that turned icy as his hand caught the tempered kick with a single sigh. The off-balanced chef startled backward onto the floor with a scowl.

“Mihawk, don’t do any-” Your warning was cut off by a heated kiss as Mihawk’s hand curled around your blouse, pulling you to him as you could feel bare air hit your chest. The kiss ended a moment later as Sanji’s kick smashed through your tea table. Papers scattered about as you let out a small shriek of rage.

“Is now really the time!” You snarled as the two duelists confronted one another with an exchange of blows. Sanji on the offense as he tried to buckle Mihawk’s left knee, only for the polished move to slam into a vase of flowers. Baiting Sanji to move closer and closer to Yoru, left stationed by the bed. You were quick to intercept the path of destruction as you held your arms out blocking the swordsman from his blade. 

“Not on my ship.” You hissed as Mihawk stumbled back with a grunt as Sanji’s blow landed against his forearm. You could all but imagine the potential destruction the blade could wreak on your small vessel. It wouldn’t last more than a few slashes regardless of how deep they went into its’ core.

“Madam, you’re..” Sanji’s address came out in a surprised, no, shocked tone as your upper half was on display. Breasts and all as the crescent bite marks peeked out from your hips, accompanying a splattered display of purpled markings spotted here and there on your skin.

“Too late to mark your territory, you insolent little puppy.” Mihawk hissed as you could almost taste the venom in his words. Jealousy and sleep deprivation did little to improve his impression of the flirtatious waiter. At least he compromised with your blocking of Yoru, settling for a sharpened letter opener instead as Sanji dodged backwards from an errant swing. Mihawk wasn’t awake and controlled, it was more so the equivalent of rousing a hibernating bear from the depths of winter.

In short. Sanji was his singular target as the apprentice cook hastily retreated. Followed close behind by Mihawk’s wrath down the hall. Each sound of splintering wood made your cringe as you ran your hands over your face. Papers had been strewn across the floor, the door kicked off its hinges and worst of all, an amused Zeff stood at the center of the room. Like a cat that snuck into the cream as you wretched on a robe. Its sheer material did little to hide the torn blouse, but it was better than nothing in the emerging situation.

“So. A Warlord is it?” Zeff teased as you tried to stalk past him with what little dignity you had left.

“OH FUCK YOU OLD MAN.” You screeched as you were quick to follow after the carnage. Curses spilling from your lips with each passing second. Wood planks kicked in, almost cut in half and the social chaos blooming ahead. Shrieks and protesting grunts of prostitutes, clients and the like as you could all but feel your reputation starting to drop into the sea. All because two men decided a ship was the perfect place to have a fucking pissing contest.

You needed reinforcements and quickly. Your half laced boots slammed open the door to Joan’s room as she looked up from her book with little surprise. Her prone ‘furniture’, a nude sailor bound and gagged, made muffled comments as you were quick to point out to the hall. Joan closed her book with a sigh, barking into the hall for someone to come watch her client. Then she too joined the hunt, tossing you a pistol from her dresser as you sheepishly left your quarters without anything to back up your fury.

You weren’t the first spectator on deck as a crowd of crew spectated the duel with visible interest. You were less than gentle elbowing your way to the front as you raised your pistol in the air. The burst of smoke and gunpowder at least dispersed the crowd as it meant you were serious. This stupidity ended now.

“Trouble managing your personal life it seems. Oi, Sanji you need to watch your right flank son. Your liver would have been bleeding out by now if he was actually taking it seriously.” Zeff barked as Sanji let out a hiss of pain seconds later. Mihawk did exactly as Zeff predicted, dragging the tip of the letter opener over the right side of Sanji’s shirt. Crimson flowers of bloom trickled from the wound as Sanji’s right foot arced over Mihawk’s head. The swordsman’s free hand caught it as the blade in his occupied hand poised over his achilles tendon. All it would take was one laceration and the cook would be limping for the next year.

There was a defiant click of the pistol as multiple shots rang in the air. Now you were starting to see red as Sanji managed to twist out of Mihawk’s grasp, clocking Mihawk in the side of the head. Now the swordsman’s movement aimed to cripple as Sanji was once again forced on the defense, narrowly skirting out of the way. 

“Oh fuck this.” You snarled as the pistol clattered to the deck as you put yourself between the pair. A beyond stupid move as you swallowed harshly, the tip of letter opener mere centimeters from your throat. It’s path would have pierced Sanji’s foot that was hastily diverted lower lest he strike your face. It couldn’t stop its trajectory completely as inertia struck your ribs. A soft ‘oh’ slipped from your lips as pain radiated from fractured bone. 

“He fucking kicks like a donkey, you should be proud, Zeff.” You wheezed out as your face drained of color as adrenaline fled in favor of the radiating pain. Mihawk’s hand quickly applied pressure as you tried to even out your breathing. Fighting for the next word as Sanji tried to reach out in apology.

“Get the fuck off my ship. Both you and Zeff. We’re done here.`` You hissed through clenched teeth as Zeff bristled in defiance. It was met with a shrill whistle as there was audible drawing of blades, readying of guns as Joan leaned over the railing of the upper deck. 

“Be thankful for my Paramour’s grace.” Mihawk growled as you could all but feel each of fingers on your left gently probing for fragments of bone. Yet his glare could have struck both men down as Zeff gave a bark of laughter.

“Paramour is it. Really digging yourself in deep there, girl.” 

“Is it true, Ma-”

“As true as the fact you just fractured three or four of my ribs. Sanji, that is quite the congratulations.” You hissed as you tried to take a deep breath, staggering forward as you did. Mihawk was quick to catch you by the waist as you braced yourself against his chest. Your cheeks were ruddied from pain and embarrassment. A complex mess of emotions as you could see some of the spark in Sanji’s gaze flicker out. He meant well, in his own misguided way. But holy shit, did your ribs hurt. Now wasn’t the time for gentle gloves and easy words.

“I’ll let Cooke know you’ll be arriving shortly.” Joan called out as you winced in response. It wasn’t from the pain alone. No, it was the fact that the grouchy cook was going to lord this over you. That you decided to go into a dog scrap and got bit for your troubles. 

The whispers started as soon as the ship began its unexpected departure at full sail. You could all but predict the conversations at hand that wouldn't dare be uttered in your presence. Was it all true? Had you been engaging in a secret affair with the apprentice chef too? Did the Warlord intend to remain on the ship? How would that deter clients? What about their bottom line?

“Bunch of fucking vultures, I swea-” Your rant was cut off by a sharp yelp as the bandages around your ribs tensed around the injury. It was times like these you wished that you had an actual doctor on board instead of a hacksaw type cook that would rather amputate a limb than allow for a chance of infection. Or in this case, tape you up like a trussed bird readying for the oven.

“Don’t use that language around me girl, you won’t be the first silly twit to intervene in a duel over some sanctified attempt of-”

“Would you rather I let them stupidly cause more damage to my ship.” You snapped as the old woman’s wrinkled mouth puckered. Her hands were far less gentle for the remaining wrapping as her gray eyes flickered over to a guarded Mihawk. 

“You brought him aboard, you take care of the issue. Bad enough we get the occasional pack of dogs for clients, no, you just had to claim a wolf as a personal pet. Warlords are trouble, Captain. Gonna bring the Marin-”

“I’ll be handling any complications with the Marines. You have my word, Cooke.” Mihawk rumbled as the old woman huffed at the response. You would have laughed at the woman’s sour expression if it didn’t feel your ribs were on fire at a mere breath, laughing would be out of the question.

“Now, you-” Her long nails jabbed at your forehead.

“And you-” Another gesture to Mihawk who tipped his head to the side with mock attention.

“No rigorous activity for the next few days. You don’t need to make the fracture worse.” Cooke explained with a roguish grin as she finished her wrapping with a final tap of her knuckles against the thick bandages.

“Cooke, you-”

“Of course.” Mihawk smoothly interjected over your protests and was quick to lead you from the galley. His touch was gentle as he eased you down onto the couch. A tick of impatience in his eyes as the mess of the room was hastily swept up by crew members. By far the most tedious process was listening to the whining of hinges as maintenance workers bickered over measurements and the like. Only reaching a compromise when Mihawk’s murderous gaze settled on them after one too many squeaks of the hinges. 

You couldn’t help but melt into the plush couch as blissful silence took over your quarters. Alone, finally you were alone with your thoughts. Well, almost as your eyes widened in surprise as Mihawk’s lips chased after yours. Gentle hands easing into you into his lap as you whined into his mouth. Half from want and the other from pain as your aching ribs protested the action. 

“You said it.” Mihawk muttered against your throat. Almost inaudible, but his fingers curling over the gifted dove brooch was all you needed to guess.

“I did. Now we are already dealing with the consequences.” You huffed as Mihawk’s laugh sent goosebumps down your back. What else did you expect? A quiet and peaceful life after this.

Not by a long shot, after all you were the Paramour of a Warlord.

[rmhashauthor]

"Pet", fiction in 4 parts - Part 2

Part 1 can be found here

When Kira came out of the shower-room, dressed in a deeply green sheath that set the gold and copper in her eyes aflame, Taun had to swallow his heart back down into his chest in order to continue setting up the dinner he'd prepared for her. His heart leaped again when he heard her small gasp of astonishment, and he held out a cup of mid-grade liquor he'd prepared for when she appeared. Her eyes, wide and beautifully expressive, took in the sight of various roots, talks, leaves and seeds arranged on plain steel plates and garnished with the few flowers he could spare, and rose to his with amazement as she took the drink. “Did you...?”

“Ah, yeah...” He had to control his eyes, trying not to focus too hard on the shape of her body under that clingy green fabric. “Is it too much?”

“It's...” Kira searched for the word. “It's incredible – you grew all this?”

Taun nodded. “Mm-hmm, I've gutted and refitted this ship and turned it into a mobile farm, basically. It keeps my food cost down and passes the time.” He didn't mention the secure rooms where he grew hallucinogenic herbs, fungus and algae just yet – he'd tell her about that particular income stream later.

“I haven't had fruit in probably six or seven years,” Kira breathed, staring greedily at a small cluster of bright yellow berries. “I don't even know what half of it is.” Her eyes sparkled, though, and she looked hungry enough to demolish it all. Taun wondered if she'd ever look at him in the same way. Don't get ahead of yourself. Instead, he invited her to sit on the mat he'd laid out on the floor – his only table was currently holding up a pallet of seedlings in the greenhouse. He watched her kneel, green fabric rippling around her legs as she reached for a cushion to sit on. Settling in, Kira took a drink and raised her eyes to the ceiling in bliss. “Oh my god... Don't tell me you do this all the time?”

Taun shook his head, grinning and lowering himself to sit. “I wish. I'll be honest, if you decide to stay we'll be eating leftovers for a while, then it'll be mostly protein bars and greens.” Taun found himself hoping she would stay.

“Sounds like paradise.” Kira took another sip and set her cup down. “It's still better than the colony, did you hear the part where I said I haven't had fruit in years?”

“I did. I don't always have fruit, either – the plants need to rest between crops, but I keep plenty of preserved stuff on hand. You won't go hungry unless something really bad happens, and even then it'll be a while before I run out.”

“Good to know. Can I...?” Kira gestured towards the food.

“Help yourself, I did this for you.”

She smiled. “Trying to win me over?”

Taun shrugged. “It gets lonely and cold out there, and my setup gets bigger every year, I could use the extra hands.”

“So it's not just about sex, then?” Kira picked an arrangement of fresh fruit and prepared vegetables, selecting pieces carefully. Taun paid attention to the pieces she picked and how quickly – they would be things she was familiar with or appealed the most to her. “When I read the notice, I kind of got the impression that being a pet is more like an arranged marriage than anything else.”

“It can mean a lot of things, depending on who's making the rules. That's what this is for, a chance to talk it over and see if we're looking for the same thing or if we can compromise. What led you to respond, if I may ask? It's... not common for humans to be interested in these things.”

“Can I be honest?” She popped a piece of fruit in her mouth, her tongue pink.

“I'd prefer it.”

Kira took a moment to chew before she answered. “I'm over thirty, I'm not married, and I don't want kids. These colonies tend to be on the conservative side, so if you're at least two of those things people start asking a lot of questions and getting into your business. There aren't many single women out here, so the guys can get annoying real fast – and pushy.”

Taun had to willfully settle his hackles. Already the thought of other men harassing this beautiful, obviously intelligent and amazingly bold woman had him feeling... fighty. Still, she was choosing a relationship that largely centered around sex over settling down, raising a family, being among her own people... “From what I understand, Rock 22 isn't a popular colony.”

“Nope, it's a mining colony, so the work is hard and supplies are expensive. And it's just a rock, there's nothing nice to look at or anywhere to go where you can forget what it's like being underground.” Kira raised her eyes again, this time to the profusion of greenery around and above. Some of the vines had become enmeshed with the wiring, and trails of leaves wound around the support frames Taun had left intact when he cut out bulkheads. Suddenly her eyes widened. “Is that a flower?”

Taun looked where she stared. In one of the supporting beams, in a hole he'd stuffed with moss and growing medium, a tiny white and yellow blossom had begun to unfold like a hand revealing a tiny, precious jewel. He smiled. “Drassian teaflower, one of my favorites. It just started doing that today.”

“All by itself?” Kira shot him a teasing glance, “I figured with you trying to make a good impression and all that...”

“Hey now, if you know how to make flowers bloom on command I may not let you leave.” Taun caught the flash of a grin. “It's just luck, and patience. And a lot more trial-and-error than I care to admit.”

“Isn't that everything?” Kira pulled her attention back from the plants and redirected it between him and the food. Despite not having fruit for years she ate with controlled but obviously sincere pleasure. Taun hoped she approached more than food in the same manner. He was more than content to just watch her, let her enjoy the meal uninterrupted while he enjoyed the view. The dress, probably home-made from whatever material she could scavenge or barter for, hugged her body from chest to hips before widening slightly, and the body under it was no disappointment – already he was imagining what she would feel like against his hands, his pelt, his mouth... Obviously Kira understood what a Leagan expected from his pet, and she must have chosen this outfit to show off what she had to offer in that respect. Sitting on the floor with her legs curled to the side, her hips and thighs strained the green cloth and Taun thought he could see the outline of a little roll in the crease between them. He bit his cheek in anticipation. “So, what about you? How does a guy with a mobile farm not already have a woman and a handful of kids?”

Taun scratched his head, fluffing his crest. “Like a lot of Leagans, I served time in the defense corps. Engineering, mostly. By the time I got out, most of the women were already settled and I guess I missed the window.” The immediate downcast of her eyes told him Kira knew about the fight against the Arakan, and the horrific attack on the Leagan genesis planet. “I guess you know about h'Leaga, then.”

Kira nodded soberly “News travels faster than supplies. I'm... I'm sorry, Taun.”

“Not your fault. We'll spring back in a generation or two, and I donate what I can.” Taun grinned at that. For all he knew there might be a hundred or so Leagan kids with his coloring, born from his 'donations' to gene banks over the years. He shook off the grief and had a drink. “Besides, raising children never really appealed to me either. I like doing what I do, trading and transporting and living my life. It's honest work... mostly.”

“Mostly?” That got her attention. “What does that mean?” Though she asked, a sly smile teased the corner of her mouth. Taun liked that.

“Well, I guess I should ask how you feel about... moving the occasional contraband cargo. Most of what I do is legit, but I don't see why I should pass up the opportunity to make a little extra untraceable funds now and then.”

Kira's eyes sparkled and she chuckled. “I should've guessed – you come all the way out here not because you want to provide us poor mining folk with fresh food, but because the authorities don't come out this far unless it's a big deal. You lure people in with oranges and berries, then you sell them... Let me guess, naash? Redthorn? Ayahuasca?”

“And cannabis, mushrooms, pills, all the good stuff. Not to mention poisons and rare plants for edgy collectors. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Hell no, fuck the police.” Kira grinned, giggling. “There's nothing else to do out here except work, let people have some fun.”

Taun breathed an internal sigh of relief. “Do you partake?”

“Not on the first date. Better safe than sorry, yeah?”

“No pressure. I can show you the grow-rooms if you're interested–“

“Plenty of time for that later. Right now, I'm curious about how long it's going to take before you finally crack.”

Taun blinked. “Hmm?”

Kira indicated the food. “You've barely touched anything, and the whole time I've been here you keep eating me with your eyes. Not that I mind, but it's pretty obvious you like me. And I like you, so we don't need to play games. I want off this rock, and playing pet for a guy who seems like he knows what he's doing is a hell of a lot better than rotting in a mineral mine with drunks and convicts pawing at me all the time.”

Taun blinked some more. She did seem eager to get away, but she was treading carefully. She made no unreasonable demands and seemed to accept what she was getting into. There was no legal tape, no binding contract – if things didn't pan out, he could always drop her off at another colony and start over – but for the most part she seemed willing. Her disdain for authority didn't hurt either. “What's the difference between getting pawed at by a convict and getting pawed at by me? I'm just curious.”

Kira rolled her eyes and sipped at her drink. “There's not a woman on the rock who hasn't been grabbed, rubbed on or slapped on the ass by some soggy prick who thinks he's being cute. Since I came here, though, you've been nothing but manners – I could've walked out of that shower buck-naked and you would've just stood there. I can tell already by how you act and talk that you won't do anything to me unless I say I'm good with it, and I like to think I'm a pretty good judge of character.”

Stunned, Taun could do little more than have another taste of his drink. It was true – she'd been giving him cues and openings all evening, from the moment she walked in, and he hadn't acted on any of them. She hadn't explicitly said he should, though her eyes feasted just as much as his. Hell, she'd touched him without asking, something Taun wouldn't have dared with any woman. Leagan women had claws too, and you could always tell a stupid male by the scars. “Well, you're right about a few things – I don't touch anything that doesn't belong to me, and I was raised by parents who didn't want me to lose an eye, so I'd agree with you on my character. And you don't seem to mind my odd jobs, which is good because I'm not giving those up – the money's just too good. As far as cracking goes...” He ran his eyes over her again, taking his time and making sure she saw. “Let's just say I'm made of sterner stuff.”

A slow smile spread from Kira's lips to her eyes. “The 'stuff' is what I'm interested in. I've met Leagans before, but I never had the chance to get really close to one... Do you know what a cat is?”

“Those little fluffy creatures that eat vermin? Yes, they're all the rage on some of the Leagan colonies at the moment.”

“Hmm.” She studied him for a moment, visibly working through a thought. It looked serious. “Would it be racist of me if I said you remind me of them?”

Taun laughed. Gods, I like her! She was so forthright, so clever and humorous, she cut through the bullshit and said exactly what she wanted to say, in such a way that he just couldn't be offended. “Maybe a little? But I don't mind, they're fine animals. Unless you're suggesting I eat vermin?”

“No, not at all.” Her smile returned and Kira looked relieved. “But... I kinda would like to pet you, if that's okay.”

The thrill that coursed through Taun's body was rapturous. He closed his eyes so she wouldn't see them roll back in his head, anticipatory pleasure briefly overwhelming his senses. To feel her smooth, brown fingers combing through his pelt, ruffling the coarse hairs on the back of his neck leading up to his crest, stroking his ears, chest and belly before moving lower... Taun gathered his courage and opened his eyes. “Only if I get to pet you, too.”

Part 3

[avas-wonderland]

Ripples

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Sipping the last of the fresh brewed tea distracted her from her aching temples, at least for a moment.

With looking at switches and circuit boards for hours comes the great consequence of a stressful headache.

Sasha couldn’t help but whine deep under her breath, her boyfriend’s arm wrapped around her shoulder.

It was another one of a headache that almost cost Sasha all her energy for the day that she immediately pooped into Yasuhiro’s arms once he greeted her.

It was pretty sweet of him to carry her to the couch like a princess. Not to mention he wanted her to feel the same comfort as she often gives him.

Sasha leaned back with her head on his shoulders.

“You don’t gotta say anything if you wanna, sweet-pea.”

The electrician only nodded her head, not feeling the mood to speak at the moment.

“Okay, bring it in here” the fortune teller grinned.

He motioned with his arms to get closer at which Sasha did with her legs hoisted upon the plush couch cushions. She lowered her head down to his chest, her ear pressed perfect on the left side.

In an instant, she can hear his heart beating despite the noise muffled slightly from underneath his shirt.

It’s a steady but strong tempo that was a relief from the throb of her aching head as of earlier.

She smiled at the texture of Hiro’s clothing against her skin. His arms draped around her with the tightness of a lock, yet in a loving matter.

Hiro looked down to see Sasha’s lips curled into a smile. A smile that glowed to with serenity, relaxation at most.

So cute!

He couldn’t help it that blush seeped through his cheeks.

“You alright?” Feeling better?”

“Mm-hmm”

Sasha hummed her response with a sleepy timbre in her voice.

He heard a chuckle escaped his lover’s lips, causing him to feel his heart do a quick kick flip before resuming its pace.

But it’s worth seeing Sasha in an peaceful state after hours of work. Hiro glided his hand up and down Sasha’s back while she lay in his arms, his heart being a type of lullaby that eased her sense.

In a way, each beat seemed to repeat “I love you”. And it was true as can be,

“Huh…”

Sasha’s voice cracked, tired black eyes opening up to look into his.

“What’s up?”

The electrician bore a smile that radiated with peace. Her hand slid up closer up the left side of his chest. Hiro clasped his hand over hers like he was keeping it steady. His heartbeat rippled small waves under their palms, a beacon that proved the bond between them.

“I love being this close to you.”

Sasha uttering those words sent brief flutters in her lover’s stomach.

“It’s as close to your heart as I can ever get.”

His heart sped up from the way she spoke so truthfully.

Then again, his heart always has a habit of thumping rapidly whenever she’s with him. Even if looking at her eyes for just a second, a spark of warmth blossoms from inside that’s too good to ignore.

The fortune teller’s lips swerved into a smitten smile at those words, muscles relaxing if not melting in the euphoria of love washing over.

His hand cradling the back of her head, he gently pressed her ear deeper towards where she heard his heart more clear.

“You hear that?”

“Uh-huh”

“Yep. It beats for you, no questions asked.”

The two chuckled. Sasha sighed as she let the sound of the man who loves her take over.

Between them was a whole plethora of tingles and warm fuzzies culminated in an aura they create simply from each other’s presence.

And yet, they could never tire from such a feeling in the world.

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(Reblogs are encouraged , Pr0ship/C0mship DNI)

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[swampboyy]

if you've been to my shared living space lately, and sat in my bed, or God forbid slept on it, you will have noticed one particular thing:

it sucks.

the springs jam into your body all night. it's hardly got any cushion left, it's stabby and unpleasant. it is the equivalent of cuddling up to a barley covered, old and blunted barbed wire fence.

please help me get something that isn't going to murder me and my spine? pretty please?

edit: you might have noticed a cost disparity.

this is just compensating for PayPal fees and an added cost of a mattress protector + shipping.

I'm raising $330 until 08/15/2023 for mattress based murder. Can you help? https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/8VV7nAD6GI

[beatotsundere]

[FOR SALE] Official SNK FINAL Season Merchandise

New SNK Final season Merchandise orders are made and a few Snk Merchandise are still looking for a home and are left open to buy/reserve from my box splits. They come with official packaging, were never used and are from Japan imported. No cheap china bootleg Versions!

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Kickstarter Update - Rewards

Summary

This isn't a critical update, so I am posting this to Tumblr to avoid spamming you all this week with emails from KS. TL;DR backers that pledged for tiers with physical rewards will be receiving their physical rewards soon, but some of you may be receiving them more delayed than others. You can see in your surveys if your reward says "shipped."

Physical Rewards

I'll be talking about this in the postmortem, but I want to be transparent about the fact that I didn't not plan out the shipping and rewards costs & delivery very well and so it's been taking longer than expected. There were a few costs we recently discovered, as well as forms we needed to fill out that were more involved than we expected. Don't worry, everything is okay and everyone's rewards are packed. It was nothing astronomical by any means, and I've always had a cushion of funds of my own in case of surprises.

Luckily the hardest part about release was dealing with the rewards. Releasing the actual game went very smooth, and our priority was to send you the game keys along with the digital rewards. The digital rewards also gave us a few hiccups, and we're still sorting out relocating the sale of our Guide Book and Lore Book for anyone who missed out on them during the campaign.

*****

We have to thank you for the thousandth time for backing Garden of Seif, and know that a more lengthy thank you post is coming in the near future.

[donexmiras]

For Raz, Alkai, Altair, and Ridley!

Sacrifice the one to save many, or save the one no matter the cost?

What is something that never fails to make them excited?

What is something they’re legitimately bad it?

How would you describe their decorating sense?

Gonna get long here

1:

Man the first one is a toughy, really depends on who it is and what the sacrifice is for, but the group would more likely lean towards save, as selfish as it is, especially if it's someone they really cherish (this holds especially true for Alkai and Altair)

2:

Raz - affection, especially physical, wanna pet her fluff? Go for it! A hug? Absolutely, she's generally pretty mellow but when it comes to that you'll see her tail wag subtly

Alkai & Altair - bells, no idea why, they just have a weird fascination with them, Altair doesn't like to be overly excited cause of vulnerability, but if you put a bell in front of them it's like watching a cat chase a laser

Ridley - flowers, you ask him anything and he'll light up like a christmas tree, they're his pride and joy, and if you're interested enough he'll even show you how to properly care for certain plants, it's a rare time he smiles

3:

Raz - somehow pottery, she wanted to try it to make display dishes for her baking, but she's found she doesn't like the way the clay sticks to her fur, nor did she ever really figure out how to get it in any of the shapes she wanted

Alkai - bowling, do not take them, I assure you they will throw the ball through the ceiling, the wall, across the room, anywhere but the actual pins

Altair - they tried to get into drink mixing at some point, but the concoctions they made were closer to poison than anything else, which - considering their history, it's not something they'd be guilty of if anyone ever drank them

4: (went for vibes cause I suck as describing decor apparently)

Ridley - whittling, of course there's a particular reason he has an interest in it, but it's just not something he can get the hang of, most of his attempts are big sorry chunks of wood

Raz - her kitchen has a lot of love put into it, it sort of sticks out compared to the rest of the house, whereas the rest has a warm, cute comfy vibe, preferring to use pillows and cushions as decorations, there are also a few bookshelves and corkboards littered with notes - mostly recipes and reminders

Alkai & Altair - the whole house is dim lit with the main light source being fairy lights, the house is kind of decorated like the inside of a ship if that makes sense, multiple hidden compartments for their stolen goods, the only big difference being Alkai prefers warmer colors and Altair cooler, giving off their own vibe respectfully

Ridley - well, aside from the flowers, his house kinda has a log cabin look on the inside, it's also rather roomy to accommodate his size, and like Raz he likes to decorate with pillows and the like (his intentions are more geared towards nesting), though he prefers things to be more organized

[vidyap2912]

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