#translucent plastic with glitter in it

[curetapwater]

My family likes to collect souvenir popcorn buckets when they're available for whatever movie we're going to watch, and this Little Mermaid one is my absolute favorite. Sooooo adorable!!

IT LIGHTS UP????

[the-scungles-of-crungles]

Oooohh.... Pretty....

✨Today's Miku figure is:✨

Good Smile Company Hello! Good Smile (clear glitter) ver. (2024)

[alizalayne]

Hello! this will be a quick process post so that you can see how I needlefelted a fursuit head!

I began by following the "bucket head" tutorial by Matrices, then added a layer of polyfill so that I wouldn't use as much of my merino wool. This is how I typically make a doll head, my "core wool" is often polyfill because it really likes to clump together and fuse.

Overall, this project took about two months of my spare time. This is the first fursuit head I have made, but not my first needlefelt project.

I would really like to encourage other people to try making masks this way! You can do any kind of subtle color with wool and the wool fiber is very cheap. If you wanted to make a fursuit head with the entirety of starry night flowing over it, or a head with tons and tons of complex colors, I think wool might be the best material. I also did not need to know how to pattern or sew in order to make this-- it was sculpture rather than sewing, which I am bad at.

The rest under the cut!

Another angle where you can see that I am building up the structure of the head.

I then made the ears, which are translucent because they're felted, just like real ears!

I wasn't happy yet with the proportions at this point, so I spent a lot of time figuring that out and deciding where and how I'd be placing the eyes.

I made a pair of sculpey follow-me eyes by using a little soy sauce dish as a concave circular mold and tried a foam clay nose and teeth. The sculpey eyes could be more successful, they took a lot of shaving and adjusting to get right and they eventually cracked from the strain I'd put them through while making them more shallow. For a while, I intended to make wefts of white wool to use on the sides of the head, but I ended up preferring a domestic shorthair head shape because it reads the most clearly as a cat vs any other animal.

I originally intended to have the eyes behind clear plastic domes and used "shaker domes" that people use to make greeting cards to cover the eye, but in the end they made the eyes too dull. I made foam clay housing for the eyes and painted it pink with acrylic paint. I used stick-on car window tint to create the pupils. My visibility inside the head is really good!

Finally, after fiddling, one of the eyes was deeper than the other and I had to re-set both to account for it. I added spot glitter on top of the acrylic paint on the eye using some gold watercolor paint I had, which was silly because I'll need to wash the head at some point. I will probably seal the eyes before washing and hope for the best. I intend to spot clean the head until it absolutely needs to be washed, at which point I'll remove some pieces or find a way to protect them while soaking the head in a cool dr. bronner's bath.

I glued down a layer of felt fiber on top of the foam clay "tear ducts" and then felted new fiber over the tear duct skin and cheeks to blend them into the face. I also removed the teeth and closed her mouth because I didn't have time to adjust the teeth as much as I wanted before the con that my friends and I attended. I would like to modify this head so that she can open and close her mouth.

Lastly, I added wire whiskers with little glass beads looped onto the ends and paper eyelashes that I also watercolored and sealed, like the insides of the eyes. Like I said before, it's gonna be a problematic wash, but I'm confident I'll figure it out, and I can always repair her or replace her lashes if something goes wrong.

Last thing, to keep the inside of the head nice and cool and prevent fogging since in the end I closed the mouth and had sealed eyes, I made a snorkel out of a snorkel mouthpiece fitted into two collapsible auto funnels.

I would say that realistically this entire project cost me less than $150. I had some materials lying around, like the wire and the beads and the sculpey.

I added two ear vents on either side of the head so that I had options on where to feed the snorkel out. If you look at the other pictures on the blog of me wearing the head, you mostly can't even see the snorkel mouth. However, it was a little problematic to let go of the snorkel to talk. it would be perfect for a silent suiter, but I'm lucky that so many people wanted to talk to me. I'd like to try and replace the snorkel mouth with something I can talk in, but I'm not sure what to use. It should be something that can create a seal to keep my breath out of the head. it's possible that I will be able to make something with a painter's mask.

I hid the "seam" between the head and my body with two yards of tulle tied into a big bow and sewn down onto the neck so that it wouldn't move around.

I hope that if you try making something similar you'll show it to me!

[drachenmagier]

How to make a mimic Christmas ornament~.

Materials needed

Fimo White for behind the eyes

Fimo White for the body (or pick any colour you want, there are glitter options!)

Fimo Translucent White (for the teeth)

Clear glass Christmas bauble

Glass eyes. Roughly 9 per mimic. Do not use plastic, those need to be able to take the oven baking of roughly 100°.

First step: Make a bunch of teeth from the Translucent White Fimo. I use a baking pan, because it has the perfect curved edge to make the teefies curved.

Bake. Repeat till you have a bunch of teefies.

Put a noodle of white fimo on the baubles. This is the general shape of the mouth.

Add the already hardened teefies.

Once you have added enough teeth, add lips with White Fimo. Personally, I flattened a noodle and put two layers of that on. It's a fantasy creature, do whatever you feel is right for you. :D

Bake at 100°.

While this is baking the teeth and later the lips, you can prep the glass eyes. If your eyes come with wire hoops, clip those off and embed them in the Fimo.

I use roughly 9 glass eyes of different sizes per mimic.

I placed the eyes on a flattened bit of white fimo. Use white in any case if your eyes are see through: The white fimo here will make them look their colour. Then add lids. Same deal as with the lips, it's a fantasy creature, there is no right or wrong approach. Go wild.

Once the baubles with the lips finished baking and are hardened, place the eyes on the bauble, where you feel they might work for you.

Do that on ONE HALF of the bauble. Not both, will be hard to hold the bauble and not squish what you already sculpted if you do both halfs at the same time.

If you don't feel confident about how to get it right yet, start at the bottom.

Fill the space between the eyes and lips with white fimo.

Smooth it. I used the back end of a round pencil for that, since I don't have tools for sculpting, I just improvise.

Add whatever texture you feel like. I like swirls.

Since I'm not too great at smoothing out rough bits, I put some texture and warts on it.

One side done.

Bake at 100°.

Careful, the glass eyes get hot and stay hot longer than the rest of the sculpt or the bauble.

Repeat the eye-fitting and sculpting on the other side. NEARLY THERE!

Bake at 100° for the last time! :D (yes, this is the same image every time. <3 )

Congrats to your finished mimic!

Personal request: please do share your mimics with me! <3 I would love to see them all~! <3

I only made six though. Dunno where the seventh one came from.

[bullet-prooflove]

All That Glitters: OA Zidan x Reader

Tagging: @trublu2u @mrspeacem1nusone @greenies-green @rosaliedeppp @whateversomethingbruh @anime-weeb-4-life @daydreaming-belle @burningpeachpuppy @scarlettsakura @divergent146 @upsteadlogic @malindacath @skyesthebomb @yezzyyae @redpool

Human trafficking cases wreck Omar. He doesn’t come across them often but when he does, it’s soul destroying.

It’s because you’re naturally empathetic, you tell him when he discusses it over dinner. You have strong protective instincts, seeing people going through something like that… it makes you feel powerless.

There’s something in that, he thinks as he lays beside you that night. He hasn’t been sleeping the couple of days. His head is filled with Julia, the fifteen-year-old girl he’s been trying to locate. He flits over the items in her bedroom, the one he’d searched through trying to get some clue as to her location.

It was still a little girl’s room at heart. Collages of her friends and family on the wall, her shelves lined with YA books about true love and meeting your prince. There had been fairy lights pinned up around her bed, her mother had left them on because she wanted Julia to be able to find her way home.

The sight of them glowing when he turned off the overhead light, it broke his heart.

It’s the next day that he finds Julia, broken and bleeding, wrapped in plastic tarps. She’s barely alive, crimson leaking from a gunshot wound in her chest, tears leaking down her cheeks. In that moment she looks every inch the child that she is, and he hates the man that has done this to her.

He can’t believe how light she is when he picks her up. She clings to him, whimpering, her breathing shallow. He can taste the copper on his tongue as he carries her to the ambulance outside. He climbs inside with her; he doesn’t want her to be alone. She’s scared, in pain.

When her hand slips into his, he’s taken aback by how small it is. Her skin is cold to the touch, her veins protruding from underneath her translucent skin. Her breaths are laboured, each one a coarse rasp. Her eyes are wild and roving, he’s seen this before and he prays to Allah that he’s wrong.

He doesn’t let go of her hand when grip slackens, not when the alarms go off or when her the light dies in her eyes. He can’t because he’s not ready to admit he’s failed, that he’s lost the young girl he was fighting for.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, his thumb tracing reassuring circle across the hollow of her wrist. “I’m so sorry.”

He’s still covered in Julia’s blood when he comes home that night. It stains his shirt, a bloody blossom marring the white fabric. You’re in the kitchen, washing up the dishes from the meal that’s simmering on the stove. You’re singing something under your breath, a tune he recognises from the radio. He finds himself lingering in the doorway because he can’t bring himself to speak right now, to bring this horror into the home you share. Your breath catches when you see him. Your gaze lowers to the crimson bloom, and he shakes his head.

“Julia’s.” He whispers, his voice no louder than a rasp.

“Omar…” You say and he starts to fall apart because he’s spent the entire day trying to keep his shit together and he just can’t anymore.

He buries his face into the curve of your neck, his arms wrapping around your form as he clasps you close. You can feel the tears soaking through your shirt as the first sob wracks him. You can feel the violence of it, the agony that eats him up inside and you wish with all of your heart that you could take the pain away.

“I couldn’t save her.” He whispers as he clings to you for dear life. “I tried Hanna, I tried so hard, but I just couldn’t save her.”

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[tamapalace]

Hot Topic Tamagotchi Drop Earrings & Heart Beaded Necklace

The Tamagotchi Hot Topic love fair continues! If you already bought that Tamagotchi Glitter Boyfriend Fit Girls T-Shirt, then you need some accessories to take your outfit to the next level. Hot Topic has just released Tamagotchi Drop Earrings & Tamagotchi Heart Beaded Necklace.

The Tamagotchi Drop Earrings feature translucent pink studs holding up a blue translucent Tamagotchi with Tamatchi on screen! They’re 2.5 inch drops made of plastic, listed for $9.90 and only available on Hot Topic’s website.

Next we have the Tamagotchi Heart Beaded Necklace which features blue stars, and pink circles along with pink and blue pixelated hearts on the chain, and then at the bottom of the necklace is a blue translucent Tamagotchi with Tamatchi on screen, similar if not identical to the earrings. The necklace is 18 inches long, with a 3 inch extender, and is available only on the Hot Topic website for $12.90.

Both of these accessories are just so adorable, and honestly perfect for showing off your love for Tamagotchi! Be sure to check them out on the Hot Topic website!

[individualentityinverydeepburrow]

My Fangamer Undertale and ENA Shirts Arrived!

This post was accidentally shown before it was done. Please forgive me.

V Full unpacking with IDs under the cut V

[ID: The shirts folded and in their unopened plastic coverings. They are in the order they are listed below the image. End ID]

ENA

- WHAT'S THE DATA THETA?

• With Hourglass Dog sticker

UNDERTALE

-SHOWTIME

• With Metaton sticker

-SPACE JUNK

• With Ghost Sandwhich Sticker

• And Napstablook pin!

[ID: the shirts still folded up but out of their plastic wrapping. the stickers are above them End ID]

[ID: Close ups of the stickers. Regular- Form Metaton holding a yellow umbrella with his iconic "M" on it. (It's actually one of Metaton-Ex's attacks colorized.) It has a holographic effect of circles glittering in the light. The Ghost Sandwhich Sticker is standing up in a window, and the light is shining through the once-appearing-opaque paper to show the white and translucent sandwhich. The Hourglass Dog is illustrated in Neon and is smiling with whimsy and slight mischief in its eyes. It has its ears pulled back as if either a strong current is blowing or the Hourglass Dog is moving very fast. End ID]

Here are the shirts unfolded!

I've hit the Tumblr image limit, so stayed tuned for Part 2!

[seven-meds]

Inside Ken there is likely this beautifully crafted mass of sparkling pink plastic organs that snap in and out of place. So easy to pluck out and cup in one palm. Bubbly forms that are sleek and translucent and warm from enclosure. Drag your lips across their surface and feel the shining grit of glitter.

I imagine his brain is this softly pulsing little thing. Delicate, foam-like, and invitingly touchable. One of those toys that slowly re-shapes after being squeezed. Something one would struggle not to tear apart with their teeth.

He may yearn to be played with the way most dolls are played with - being torn apart, crushed, beheaded, thrown. Watching him put himself back together after you've ripped the pieces from his body and then he immediately turns and begs for more… Ideal.

[candiedspit]

hi ! we haven’t talked in forever, but i’ve always seen you as an amazing genius/role model/very intelligent woman who has so much figured out and i think about you lots. im turning 20 soon and don’t know how to deal with it. it feels like it’s so much older and so different than 19 :( i loved being 19, innocent and still a kid. i don’t wanna be 20. how did you deal with it?

hello!! i wonder who you are...thank you so much. so, i don't have much advice because as i'm about to turn 25, i feel the same. but i wrote a letter to my brother's girlfriend when she was about to turn 20 and maybe some of that will resonate with you. i wrote:

I recall twenty as the burn victim summons the scent of gasoline as she lays in the white, stale hospital bed; caught in her cot. There she was, naked in the driveway—half drunk on monk chants, lit by the green blinking fireflies of desire which seemed to feed on her running blood, all those hands—as the brutish sun began to descend like a bomb on the horizon. All of a sudden, an ambush of light. How the heat numbed her down to only her elements; rendered her translucent.

I turned twenty in the bathroom of a poetry club downtown—slashes of graffiti on the walls, and a dirty toilet. I was still a virgin, then. I knew as much about the world as an infant is capable of registering noise. But twenty was a glittering mirage in my eye. I had plans. I was going to rule the world, inch by disgusting inch.

But as February—that pink month in which I still found Valentine’s Cards on the street discarded like banana peels even days after the holiday—came to a shut, I began to expand.

I walked on rooftops; drank when I could. I sat in class engrossed by what I perceived to be a shifting painting of snakes.

I panted in the streets. I had many visions. I went to my aunt’s house—afraid of what I might do, afraid of the animal I was sharing a cage with—and stole my uncle’s pills from the plastic container on the counter, not caring what they were or what they could do to me. I was hospitalized the next morning, convinced the nurse had x-ray vision. I lost my mind. I was not afraid.

I did my time on the psycho wing—meddled with the characters—a girl sporting a large bruise beneath her eyes—sent out enchanted emails—watched Molly at the piano—ate spaghetti with spoons made out of paper—a nurse at the end of my bed as I slept— the quiet room—I took the pills.

A lifetime can be spent chasing. And even then, you are never promised the catch.

After funeral, I spent the summer wading in and out of insanity—carrying my black trenchcoat of grief—daring the world to fuck with me—swimming in the muddied waters of Galveston, drunk on gin and breath and salt—thrashing in front of the mirror—having epiphanies as one has meals—cutting my hair again and again—I could never lose myself—I always followed—being wheeled around in the theme park—a thousand red lights—watching the ceiling breathe—words chasing their tails in my head—a halo of bleach.

And then, the crazy fluorescence stuck. For eight weeks, I moved through the world like a knife on fire. A cowboy coated in oil slick and magic.

Daniel Johnston died; I kept moving. Almost yanking the blunt out of a kid’s mouth simply because I could. Magical walks at night; the moon like a blooming anus above my exploding head. Going up and down the stairs between classes; blonde pig on amphetamine; Jesus in the Dunkin’ Donuts; whispers of legacy.

All this to say — there is a way to live.

Some people live through imagination; in fantasies, protected by spirits and smoke and powders. Others get through the days naked. How you decide to cross the ocean is up to you. But, some advice.

Life is a Holocaust as much as it is a fairground. Have fun while you can. Let the light melt into your skin and your hair. Ride the carousel. Ride it twice. Hold the music, stench, magic, and knowledge, between your teeth like a bullet. Take note of everything you see. All of it matters. The man holding a cake in the line at the grocery store. The newspapers on the cart. Neon lights! How the skies dissolve each night and bleed out each morning. Cry if you have to. Do what makes you uncomfortable. Hold nothing against anyone. Brace. Being a teenager is nice but it is not real. This is the hard part. Life will come like a black stallion free from the gate and how you decide to wrangle it will become apparent very fast. Be scared. Be grateful. Be immune. You are going to make it. Brace.

[silksinging]

A list of things I’d suggest to make Lenore Loomington’s design work better:

1. Since she’s a ghost, I think it would be only right for her to be translucent. She even has the eyeband makeup from Haunted! It baffles me that she isn’t translucent already.

2. Either add some painted detail to the plastic accessories, OR make them glow in the dark. Personally, I’m leaning towards the second. I think thematically, since she’s supposed to be an eerie ghost walking through a garden at night holding a lantern, it would only make sense for there to be glow in the dark details. (It even looks like some parts already might be but?? Since they’re not making a show of it I’m presuming they don’t actually)

3. Please put her hair up. Not only would it help sell the Victorian vibes they’re going for, it would also better complement her headpiece (which, let’s be honest, looks kinda silly on its own) . Also it would make her stand out more! As it is she looks like someone just put her on the default settings…

4. This is the sort of thing that might be easier to draw than to explain but…. I think the plastic chest piece would be better if it covered less area. As it is, it completely obscure the top part of her dress, and it overall makes her look very messy and formless. I’m thinking something like a spiderweb-shaped under bust corset would’ve left more room for the dress to shine, and been a bit more flattering. Tbh just cutting off the top half of the current design might work.

5. I think something’s off about the stock pictures ngl. The fabric of the dress is So Dark, which obviously isn’t bad in itself, but, especially since the lighting itself is pretty dark, it means most of the details of the dress are completely obscured. Alternatively, they could’ve used a more reflective satiny material, so the texture difference would make printed on detail pop more.

6. Finally, and perhaps most importantly… her face up. I think there was an opportunity sorely missed in not making her look sad. Edgar Allan Poe’s poem is a tragic one! Make her look like a tragic figure! Give her sad brows, like how the Rochelle face ups have! Give her downturned eyes! The glitter tears are a solid idea and probably my fave detail, but I think it could’ve gone harder! Make them run down her cheeks!! Maybe even make them darker, so they really stand out!!! Honestly I genuinely think just changing her brows would make such a huge difference, it would make her seem more like a character with a personality and with whom you can relate to…. Which is especially important because she is this brand new character that no one has an emotional connection with. Make! Me! Care!!!

So yeah that’s my take.

[dndeed]

Crit Role Miniature Rollout: C3E53 Ripples 

With Andrew Harshman

An analysis of the minis used on CR.

Love a throne room battle! So much cool stuff in a throne room. Loads of precious, delicate, treasures and neato decorations! (I've heard of a "bull in a china shop", -BUT THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

Such is life in the throne zone, it's time for Crit Role Miniature Rollout Campaign 3 Episode 53!

Sweet map! The urban stone road mat is from Mats by Mars and the dungeon tiles are Dwarven Forge, but specifically, the Emperor's Palace Marble Pack. Which is sort of a reskin of the Dungeons of Doom set.

The marble effect I'd say is quite good. Very readable, very distinct, very nifty. Also, sprinkled into this scene is a Mantic Games carpet, a Pathfinder Battles Crimson Throne throne, and one mystery throne.

I just loooooove this Emissary of Purphoros model! The sculpt itself is very nice. And the literal-glitter-infused translucent starry void plastic/paint combo is OUTSTANDING! Five outta five stars. Also impressive, this model is a rather faithful recreation of the original Magic the Gathering Theros art by Sam Burley:

Coincidentally, Sam Burley would make for an excellent minotaur D&D character name!

See ya next sesh!

[mousefluff]

ranking my tangles

"Textured" - The joints are easy to move but don't feel too loose. I was expecting more variation in textures, the photo on the website was not accurate, but the textures I got are okay. One texture is these smooth rounded ridges that spiral around the piece. The other texture is pointed ridges with some round bumps between them. Touching the textured pieces is nice, and it's an extra way to interact with the toy other than moving the joints around. The glitter in the translucent pieces is nice to look at.

"Masterpiece Porcelain" - The joins feel a little more solid, but it's still easy to move. The visual design is elegant. Some pieces are more abstract marbling, and some pieces have figures like people or trees. In some places, it feels a little less smooth than the usual smooth plastic, but it's not rough at all, just gives it almost a more stone-like feel, which I enjoy more than just smooth plastic.

"Crush Rainbow" - The joints are looser but still move smoothly. The colors are pretty and there is glitter inside, but the glitter is smaller and more abundant, which is less interesting to me. The plastic is uniformly smooth.

"Relax" - I forgot about this one until after I took the first photo, because I didn't like it. The joints wobble a lot, because they don't hold the pieces close enough together. I had to remove a piece because it was too loose and kept disconnecting. Each piece is covered in rubber that can be squished a little. All of them are bumpy except the one that had the brand name printed on it, but the ink rubbed off right away. The rubber feels dusty and dry.

Tip: These things are advertised as being connectable, like you can combine tangles to make bigger ones. However, when I try to connect pieces from different tangles, the joints are different enough to make them too loose or too tight. Sometimes they straight-up don't fit together. So don't count on being able to do that.

[silvanoir]

Doll... styling? A g1 Lagoona I put in g3 Lagoona clothes, and a Tywla whose neck broke off her peg so is precariously wired in and held on with a pinned on hoodie (good thing I only display my dolls, I don't play with them... they are art projects/art objects to me) . Painted over the "good" and "only" of Lagoona's shirt (it said "good waves only" originally, now just says "waves") . Gave Twyla Drac's sunglasses because her eyes were staring into my soul, and she has enough eyes on her skirt already.... and a purple Barbie necklace that I added extra sparkle to with glitter glue and a rhinestone.

Tumblr keeps turning the second pic sideways no matter what I do.

I wish I could pull off the "translucent blue boots" look in real life, or that it would be comfortable to do so, but alas.... at least my little plastic ladies can.

[morganitering]

Tie a Cherry (Toji x fem!reader) part 1

Rating: T (future E)

Contains: Alcohol/cigarette usage, crude language, no beta, eventual smut, Porn with plot, no usage of y/n, i'll update this list as i go

Word count: 3,1k

Summary: You don't completely hate your job at the club, it's okay money and it keeps you afloat, but it has its downsides. One of them being your customers. As you struggle with your mundane life as a young adult, you meet a dark featured man, who is almost impossible to read. He has some red flags, but unfortunately, it's your favorite color.

A/N: I wanted to write about Toji, a longer fic perhaps! Here you go, enjoy!

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The rain whipped the asphalt and the drops turned into puddles. The parking lot was almost empty besides some older cars from the 20th century littered streets. Fall had come with a full force coloring the view into yellow and orange and finally leaving behind only stubby trees and almost decomposed leafs. 

The concrete block of a bar was located in one of the seedier urban areas, host clubs, massage parlors and karaoke bars fighting for the highest spending anonymous clients. You worked in one of the rowdier establishments where music was mind numbingly loud, leaving your ears ringing every time you went back to your studio apartment. Silence after a shift felt almost as painful as the noise at your work. 

The customers were men and women of various ages. They were usually well off, new money, judging by the designer they loved to flaunt. If they weren’t rich, they were in debt or spending someone else's fortune. The whole place smelled like expensive cologne, weed and sex. 

It was repetitive work. Grab glasses and take them to the dishwasher, bring out new stockpiles of citrus, berries and herbs, talk to men who in a group setting became dumber than dumb. Easy, eight hours spent swimmingly. 

Your make up was practically stuck on your face, eyeliner almost tattooed on your lids. The little dress you wore had made you initially uncomfortable, not due to the revealing nature of it, but because it was simply ugly, but for what men liked to see, they were willing to tip, making up for the emotional damage of wearing a complete fashion disaster. 

“There’s going to be a birthday group coming to table six. The client wants a bottle of champagne to share and make sure they keep drinking.” That’s what your shift manager had told you earlier this evening, when you were still perfecting today's look.

Every so often you kept eyeing the wall that had big tacky plush seats in the shape of a semicircle. The floor was slightly raised up, almost to make fun of the normal customers, who were forced to sit on uncomfortable bar stools with a backrest made out of translucent plastic that bent every time they moved an inch.

“Hey, I think your clients are here,” your coworker leaned towards your ear, a smell of pungent perfume almost suffocating you. 

“Oh shit,” you cursed under your breath, holding a tray of dirty glasses in your hands. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll handle that. You go and do your thing,” she said, grabbing the tray to her hands, glitter sparkling as the deep blue lights crossed her face for the tenth time. 

You picked up a clean metallic container and shoveled ice in it, enough to keep a body cold. You buried a bottle of champagne in the middle of it. You could have as well stuffed hundreds of bills down your throat with the amount of money one bottle cost. 

Picking up your pace, you felt your heels set on the hard flooring as you took confident strides towards the table of maybe four men sitting and chatting. Taking a deep breath, you slipped on the customer service personality once again, switching from the real you to a service worker you, with such ease that it muddled the line of who you were. 

“Gentlemen! Sorry for the hold up,” you heard the nasally sound coming out of your mouth. The bucket’s content rustled with ice as you placed it on the table with a thump. 

“No worries miss, we are in a good mood and having a girl like you with us. It makes the hold up all the better,” one of the men said. 

They were an odd bunch, probably all of them in their thirties. Three of them looked like they had dressed up for the occasion, wearing ill-fitting suits. It was subtle, but you could notice it from the way the cloth hung on their body, sleeves a tad bit too long or too short, ties slightly crumpled and few buttons popped open from their dress shirts.

Then there was this fourth man who didn’t look like he belonged to the rowdy friend group. He sat quietly on his spot, but he wasn’t curled up nor did you catch any hint of insecurity or shyness. He simply was, as he scrolled through his phone, walls of texts changing to advertisements to small snippets of videos, that he did not bother to watch too long. 

“So what’s the occasion?” The champagne bottle’s pop got almost drowned out by the loud music.

“Well, my little bro is turning twenty nine today!” Man in the black suit answered happily.

“Oh really? Well happy birthday. Do you want me to sing for you?” You asked jokingly as you poured the champagne in the glasses without looking at your hands, making brief eye contact with the man who looked slightly embarrassed by his brother’s blabbering. 

“You don’t have-”

“Of course we want you to sing!” The men continued arguing with each other, joking around and laughing loudly, moving on from your prompt quickly. 

Almost everyone had gotten their drinks leaving only one to go. As you were filling up the champagne flute you heard a peculiar question.

“Fushiguro, do you think she’s pretty?” The voice asked, full and low. You felt the need to roll your eyes, but that action quickly came to halt, when you noticed who was the one spoken to. 

Fushiguro, the man who looked like he was bored out of his mind, straightened his back. He wore a black shirt that hugged his upper body in a tightness that put your own dress to shame. He looked strong, muscles bulging with no effort. His black hair was flat and clung to his forehead and you noticed a small scar that went through the corner of his lip. There was something dangerous about him. He was the real deal, whatever that meant. 

Fushiguro’s gaze pierced yours, dark eyes flashing a tint of playfulness that was gone in mere seconds, leaving you puzzled, had you made it up in your head. His gaze did not linger, which surprised you, but somehow left you feeling more naked than any ogling you had encountered during a work day.

“No,” he said and you felt a pang of hurt in your gut. With a wavering smile, you placed a glass in front of him which he took in his other hand. “I don’t think she’s pretty,” he drawled out, holding onto the eye contact with you. You admired his features as the discomfort of being called unattractive settled to your mind. You appreciated his jawline and the sheer strength that emanated from him. 

“Wow Toji, what a way to talk to a lady. How the hell have you ever landed a woman before?” His buddy said, reprimanding the bigger man apologetically. 

“I know how to talk to a ‘lady’ – when I want to.” The tension, that you swore was present, fell flat like a souffle cake on the counter after a few hours, his voice covered now in disinterest as he took a sip from the champagne. The glass looked ridiculous in his big hands, almost as out of place as he was from the crew he was associated with, or maybe even more. 

Wow, what the hell is his problem? 

“Yeah sure, sorry for this grumpy fuck. He lacks manners,” the friend continued. He sounded like he meant it. 

“Nothing I haven’t faced before,” you said cheerily, hiding the discomfort with ease. “Anything else for you gentlemen?” 

“No, this is good for now, we’ll alert you if we need something.” And with that you were dismissed. 

As you turned your back to the group of men, your shoulders immediately slumped a little. You tried to not to think too much of it, it wasn’t like this was the worst people have thrown at you, work wise or not. When you walked to the counter smiling and nodding at customers you sneakily took a glance at the table. 

There he still sat, looking slightly to the side, maybe even listening to his friends speak who had clearly found a new thing to laugh at. He looked thoughtful, still bored, but his face was lax. He seemed more engaged than initially when you had catched him going through his phone. As if he had a sixth sense he turned his face to look at you, expression exactly the same.

Suddenly your heart was beating in the same rhythm as the sleazy bass that bled over from the dance floor, shaking you subtly. Maybe you could pretend that you were scanning the tables for dirty dishes, but you knew yourself well enough. 

“Sorry,” you got bumped into, by a group of friends giggling and elbowing their way in the sea of people and with that the moment was gone. 

The next time you went to the table to bring more drinks, the man named Toji Fushiguro had gotten up and left. 

***

Mistakes were not supposed to be made. No girls like you weren’t supposed to make any at all, so were the rules of this world. So when you had bumped into one of the clients tripping on your feet, your heel giving out, your ankle bending to unnatural directions, you had poured the whole bottle’s worth of contents on a man’s lap. He was one of the regulars, often coming in the club with plenty of women hanging onto his arm. They were always different ones and he was always flaunting his wealth with the excessive consumerism he practiced. 

Pain made your face frown, as your ankle tingled, when you tried to regain your posture. He was yelling, cursing, so loud that other people around you had turned their heads to look at the commotion you were causing. Fuck this, you thought to yourself as you tried to diffuse the situation, voice squeaky as you apologized profusely offering free drinks, anything to calm the man and his group down, tears rising to your eyes that you fought away desperately. 

The work day had already been awful. Sounds were overstimulating, the crowds too much to bear and you were understaffed. Some hiccups were bound to happen in a rush like this, but the nice co-workers weren’t around, leaving only the harder people to work with you. 

You were in the staff room hands pressed to your head as your shift manager criticized you. 

“This kind of thing shouldn’t happen, you do realize that?” Her harsh words dug into your skin. 

“You’re not a trainee anymore. Do you have any idea how much we might lose?” She kept calling you out. 

You were aware, very well aware, of how bad of a position you were in. One could think that an establishment that relies on fueling alcoholism in young adults would not collapse entirely if there was one less asshole, but the woman in front of you begged to differ.. You didn’t understand how some people took so much pride in being a fucking shift manager in a club, but you guessed that these types of people got to take their wins from somewhere. Had you had any other higher up working with you today, you would have gotten a pass and a pat on your back. 

“I know I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “This won’t happen again.”

“It better not. Go for a cigarette. Clear out your head or whatever you want, but when you come back, you get your act right,” she spat out seething and closed the room with an explosive bang. 

You shook silently at the table. The party area might have looked like it was made out of the finest designer, but it was all a front. The staff rooms were cold and dark. It reminded you more of the seedy bar bathrooms with occasional unorganized shelves full of weird stuff, small pallets of drinks stuffed to the fridges with lime wedges. 

Breathing in one more time, you tugged at a thin shoulder strap and walked to the changing rooms. You grabbed your fluffy winter jacket and made your way to the back of the club, music and laughter echoing from somewhere far away.

The winter air was punishing its bitter feel pushing needles into your almost bare legs. The rough texture of the blue crate you had sat down on stamped your bottom with the outline of smaller squares. The metallic cigarette bin next to you smelt like burnt damp tobacco. 

You cried, the stress bursting at the seams, no longer containable in the slight moment of privacy. You pushed your hand to your pockets feeling miserable, as you searched around for the familiar pack only to find them empty. Goddammit.

Engrossed in your own troubles, you had not noticed the man who had kept an eye on you smoking calmly, his eyes never leaving you. 

“Here,” his voice boomed, breaking the silence. He offered you a pack of cigarettes, half of them already smoked. “You look like you need it,” he continued, his demeanor stoic. 

You gawked at him confusedly. He was wearing a white sweater and a black winter jacket that he had left open. Nothing about the way he stood there said that he was particularly friendly, simply indifferent, as he towered over you. You realized you knew him from somewhere. It was the man who called you ugly few weeks ago. The first time you had met him wasn’t exactly pleasant either, so his presence left you uneasy.

“Th-thanks,” you stammered as you took one smoke from him and he quickly offered you a lighter. The wind was howling as small snowflakes bordering on raindrops fell onto your head making the white part of the cigarette turn to gray as it got soggy. You flicked the lighter furiously, turning and bending your body, still sitting on the crate, as you tried to shield it from the wind. Small sparks appeared, but not for long enough. 

“Get up,” Fushiguro said. 

You pushed yourself up swaying slightly on your heels, the remnants of warmth leaving you as you were unwillingly embracing the bad weather.

Toji got closer to you, uncomfortably so, shielding the lighter that you still had in your hand, near the tip of your cigarette that was hanging out in between your lips. The winter breeze calmed down as his body was now in front of yours and the next time you flicked the zippo the flame turned to ablaze as you both nurtured it to a confident droplet of fire that rocked slowly side to side with the air current. 

The familiar taste of smoke filled your mouth as you inhaled deeply. Toji dropped his hands around yours and lit up another cigarette for himself. You stood in silence enjoying the bitter taste of it. You swiped your face from the stray tears, trying to look somewhat human.

“Why do you care?” You asked, even though you weren’t sure you wanted to know. 

“I don’t,” he answered. Ouch. “I just didn’t want to listen to you wail, I like to smoke in peace,” he explained nonchalantly, looking at the street and not at you. 

“Is that why you are smoking here rather than with the other customers?” You asked, your voice now your own, not a hint of the customer service person in sight. 

“Yup,” he said with a little smile tugging on his scarred lip. 

“I didn’t know you were here tonight,” you said, as if it would matter. You shouldn’t even remember him. 

“I figured. I saw you fighting it out with that fella,” Fushiguro told you. Of course he had seen it. 

You were blatantly staring at him, devouring the way his cheeks had a hint of pink on them from standing outside. You admired his dark droopy eyes and the way his neck connected to his shoulders, which were now hidden by the coat. Maybe he was aware of your gaze trailing over him or maybe not, but he did not react to it. 

“Quit your job,” he turned back to you. 

“What?” 

“You heard me. Quit it. You’re young, you’ll figure something out,” Fushiguro said and dropped his smoke into the cigarette bin between you and him. 

“It’s not that easy. I need the money,” you said. 

“Everyone does, but don’t you think you’re worth more?” He asked. His question was a curious one. 

“Are you judging me because of my occupation?” You shot back and folded your arms defensively against your chest.

“No. I have nothing against your job, you do what you have to. I can respect ambition and independence. But I think that if you’re going to be shoveling shit as a job you might as well get a better cut from it. Learn to play the system for the successful never have what they have because they played it fair,” he said his words with confidence, voice almost gentle, but there was an edge to it. Something told you that there was more story behind his musings.

“But what do I know, I’m just some guy,” Toji shrugged it off, yawning, clearly losing interest in the conversation.

“Thanks for the advice,” you said, not wanting to push it further. Every time you met him it felt like a whiplash. One minute he was insulting you and the next he was talking to you like an equal human being. You peered at him intently as if looking at him hard enough would give you answers. 

“Give me your number, you’ve been staring at me long enough,” he demanded while grinning. Is this flirting? Was he flirting? 

“I’m not staring” you retorted, the red rising to your cheeks dangerously.

“Sure you aren’t,” he spoke with that gravelly voice that made your heart skip beats. “Hurry up, I ain’t got all day,” he continued, forcing the phone into your hands. 

You wrote your number and name quickly, fingers almost freezing due to the cold. 

“Nice,” he was smug and put his phone back, not attempting to share his own info and you didn’t want to seem clingy immediately, so you didn’t ask. He turned around to leave but stopped as if he had forgotten something. 

“My name’s Toji Fushiguro,” he added, looking over his shoulder. “See you around.” 

You peeped out a bye as you watched him leave, completely flabbergasted. Your eyes followed the sway of his hips. He moved smoothly like a cat, despite his large frame and the air around him turned to mist as he breathed out. Meeting him right now made you forget about your own worries leaving a warm feeling in your belly. God you had a poor taste in men.

[my-little-hyperfixation]

Ignore the garbage BG, opened the rest of Dinosaw good friends blind boxes wave 1.

Each sealed set contained one of each pony, including the "glittery" Izzy variant. The distribution order for my box was as follows: Back row, left to right: Variant Izzy, Hitch, Sunny Front row, Left to right: Pipp, Izzy, Zipp Rarity is listed as a flat 1/6 for all of them, appropriately.

They all have "bio cards", the other side includes a render of them. Izzy bg is Bridlewood, Pipp and Zipp have unique Zephyr Heights bgs, Sunny and Hitch share the same Maretime Bay bg.

Bio side includes the CN Names, and a lot of information i don't know about yet...! New renders on that side, along with their marks, and Sparky is included on Hitch's. Dinosaw's logo is on the bio side, Hasbro's license, logo, all rights reserved, and the english name is on the other side. It's made of simple card stock, my Izzy variant's was bent but there is no difference between regular Izzy and the sparkly variant's cards. They're about an inch wide, maybe an inch and a half long. very tiny! I'll scan them some time i guess There are two tail molds in this line. One "styled" for Izzy, and one regular tail used for the other dolls. Each doll has a unique hair sculpt, and both pegasi have unique wing molds. Seems every head is the same, with a different face print and hair sculpt. All the hair is made with a plastic that has fine glitter in it, so it shimmers in person. It may be harder to see in photos. Sunny's mane rainbow is metallic paint, she has a blue, yellow and orange stripe. The rare Izzy has translucent clear plastic for hair, and larger glitter pieces in it.

It may be difficult to see in person and photos, but sunny and hitch are infact different colors. Hitch is more yellow. The eyebrows are all the same print shape, pipp does have both eyebrows printed. Pipp's headband is painted in metallic gold, both Izzys have their printed on bracelets! (Both of these details are missing on the Hasbro toys.)

The marks are all somewhat simplified and share some simple colors, like yellow, blue or white.

Zipp's mane has one metallic blue stripe, the same blue as Sunny's mane. The same Blue is used to paint Zipp's wings. Zipp's tail is unpainted. Pipp's wings are simply airbrushed with a metallic pink, closer to her body color, mine did not get sprayed fully on one wing (which is okay :) ) Both versions of izzy have her horn painted in the same blue.

Every pony has a unique plastic color. On their bellies, they have copyrights. Copyright 2024 Hasbro, and Copyright Dinosaw. Made in China. All in English. Their hooves have heart holes to presumably hold items, maybe from Hasbro's line or their own? Or maybe they're a carry over from the mold casting.

made some edits but final section (aside from the eye stuff in a repost) i think(?) articulation! Leg swivels up and down, 4 points. Head ball joint, head can look down and up slightly. Hair may get in the way. tail on a swivel. Wings on ball joints. total 6 point articulation, two more to make 8 points on a pony with wings. No different than hasbro's 3 inch, in fact arguably better head wise. some may feel a little looser, again, like hasbro's.

[bloodsaltedshifting]

this amazon review..

// oh my god. okay i was looking for stuff to take to the con to get signed and this review came up on the cas funko pop. and i am just... this writer and i need to be friends. cause damn. rofl!!!!

5.0 out of 5 stars A tiny bisexual angel to watch over you while you sleep Reviewed in the United States on June 3, 2021 (by joaquin r)

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Like most Funko Pops, Cas is small and plastic and adorable, with a paint job better than some others I've seen. I was surprised and delighted to discover that his wings aren't just translucent plastic -- they have a few specks of glitter in them as well. This would make a great gift for the Supernatural fan in your life. Just don't let it confess its love for your Dean Winchester Pop, because then your Hot Topic exclusive collectable will be immediately sucked into the Empty. And then your Dean Pop will be sad, and so will you.