#flat priced adopts

[philophobic-paracosm]

HELLO EVERYONE THIS GUY IS STILL AVAILABLE!!! ALSO I've got 20 flat-priced adopts up on TH! You can claim here, but you MUST own a TH account so I can transfer the character to you (so I can keep track of my designs). If you don't have a TH account, I can provide a code <3

Gilded Winter - BTA

Hey y'all, I've got a bid-to-adopt guy up on my Toyhou.se! USD only, payment done through Ko-fi (PayPal or Stripe).

[ridaine]

Wanted some practice working on-base for designs! Bases are done by Johdaa on bluesky, and the designs are up for sale on my toyhouse! (The first and last one are already sold)

[verbrannt74]

🔸 FOREST OLMS ADOPTABLES

🩸 #1/Smoky Vampire - 20$

🌿 #2/Red Algae - 20$

🍄 #3/Enoki King - 25$

Send me a message to claim or to ask something!

READ BEFORE CLAIM ⬇⬇⬇

🔸 Payment within 48 hours. After payment you'll receive the full size image of your character without watermarks.

I use folders on Google Drive. If you have a ToyHouse, I can transfer the character to you.

🔸 Payment via Hipolink (using !bank cards) No refunds after receiving the files.

or via Boosty (using !bank cards) No refunds after receiving the files.

🔸 Any usage of the character is welcome (minor changes as well), until you don't claim the original design as your own creation, don't resell the character for a higher price if you don't have any additional art, don't remove the signature and don't use it as NFT and for AI training.

🔸 Thanks!

You can find me on DeviantArt (Verbrannt74), Furaffinity (Verbrannt74), X/Twitter (Verbrannt74) and on Toyhouse (Verbrannt474)

[code1r15]

Cow adopt is up! Had lots of fun with this cute girl :)

Flat price at 45€, feel free to contact me on discord @heartspowl ! 🌺

Bat girl also available, price dropped at 35€ 💜

[illiad-von-bun]

Le Monde Adopt!

I only take paypal, PM me if interested

[0finnisking0]

Furry Adopt Paypal only!! Flat Price £25

More adopts here!!:

https://toyhou.se/FinnIsKing/characters/folder:4334592

[nopuarts]

I make adoptables!

I do my best to make em cute! Feel free to check em out.

https://ko-fi.com/nopuu/shop

[linglingartsu]

[ OTA ] FB #035

SET PRICE $350 ──────────────────────── STATUS/CLAIM ON DISCORD OR TOYHOUSE ──────────────────────── PAYPAL USD ONLY Payment Plans are available if you know the specific date you will be able to pay! , please be able to at least do a 25% downpayment of the SB price. This only applies if the bid goes over $100. ────────────────────────

Social Media | Ask me anything! | Buy me a Ko-Fi | Discord  

[rielzero-adoptables]

NEW YEAR SALE 55% off 2024 chibi adoptables

check it out here: https://ko-fi.com/actualevil/link/NEWYEAR ! Make sure you're checking the 2024 adopt category: https://ko-fi.com/actualevil/shop/adoptables2024  apply NEWYEAR at check out to get 55% off.

Deadline: sale ends 2nd of february 2025.

This sale does not apply to adoptables outside of the listed shop category.

Etc.

[leyavo]

Simon Riley adopting a stray cat, a lot like him. They co-exist like housemates, the odd scratch on the black cat’s head as Simon fills his pet bowl, but they mostly keep to themselves.

Just calls him Cat. Simon talking to him like he would Johnny.

When he’s on a long tour he’s get the old lady next door to feed him, hands the cat over before he leaves and doesn’t look back knowing the old dear will over indulge him.

But when he comes back from his latest mission, Cat smells different and there’s a little silver collar around its neck. The rough patch of fur by the side of its neck is smoothed out, he doesn’t know how it’s fixed itself.

No the old lady smells of mint and antiseptic, like she swallows tcp on the daily. This is sweet and heady, he’s not quite sure how to explain it. He can’t quite get rid of it, it’s how he finds out that Cat sleeps on his pillow.

It’s not till Simon spots you on the neighbouring balcony stroking the cat on the brick wall. The little traitor. He really needs to get a divider now that the flat has someone living it in now.

A few days later the old lady tells him she had to ask you to look after Cat whilst she was in hospital for five weeks, only just getting out a few days before he returned. She warns him that you’re forever in your night clothes and work from home.

So Simon’s knocking on your door not long after, standing back as you peeked through the gap of the door as you opened it. A sliver of a chain stopping you from opening it wide.

“Simon Riley.” He points to his flat. Your door closing and jingle of the chain sliding off its guard, opening it up for him to enter.

You leave the door wide open, a soft hello leaving your glossy lips.

He enters your small studio flat, looks like the landlord divided the previous one to make two small ones and double their profit. That floral and heady scent hits him as he steps over the threshold, leaving a trail behind you. Your body is shimmery, smooth looking and he tries not to look at your long legs on display. The small silk night dress and matching dress robe not leaving much for his imagination.

A meow pulls him away. Cat, the fucking little traitor, is stretched out on your bed playing with a fuzzy fish toy.

He realises that Cat is totally different around you. Apparently he doesn’t like heights, but he’ll climb all over Simon’s shelves and the top of doors, push stuff off. No the little fucker doesn’t knock off the little piles of girl stuff in bowls or the many trinkets on the sides in your flat. Content to play with the little fuzzy fish toy or nap on the blanket.

“I hope you don’t mind, he’s been visiting me ever since Mrs landry asked me to look after him.” You sit down on the bed, which is right by the patio window and the balcony. Simon thinks how’s his bed is on the other side of that wall.

“Nah, actually gotta proposition for ya.”

You looking after Cat whilst he’s away and him slowly starting to looking after you when he’s home.

> [part two] & Cat series: [Price] [Soap] [Gaz] [König]

[bawkrya]

do you guys think 5kg is too much for the mini gijinkas.............. lays dead on the ground

[reasonsforhope]

"Around the world, farmers are retooling their land to harvest the hottest new commodity: sunlight. As the price of renewable energy technology has plummeted and water has gotten more scarce, growers are fallowing acreage and installing solar panels. Some are even growing crops beneath them, which is great for plants stressed by too many rays. Still others are letting that shaded land go wild, providing habitat for pollinators and fodder for grazing livestock.

According to a new study, this practice of agrisolar has been quite lucrative for farmers in California’s Central Valley over the last 25 years — and for the environment. Researchers looked at producers who had idled land and installed solar, using the electricity to run equipment like water pumps and selling the excess power to utilities. 

On average, that energy savings and revenue added up to $124,000 per hectare (about 2.5 acres) each year, 25 times the value of using the land to grow crops. Collectively, the juice generated in the Central Valley could power around 500,000 households while saving enough water to hydrate 27 million people annually. “If a farmer owns 10 acres of land, and they choose to convert one or two acres to a solar array, that could produce enough income for them to feel security for their whole operation,” said Jake Stid, a renewable energy landscape scientist at Michigan State University and lead author of the paper, published in the journal Nature Sustainability. 

The Central Valley is among the most productive agricultural regions in the world: It makes up just 1 percent of all farmland acreage in the United States, yet generates a third of the nation’s fruits and vegetables. But it’s also extremely water-stressed as California whiplashes between years of significant rainfall and drought. To irrigate all those crops, farmers have drawn so much groundwater that aquifers collapse like empty water bottles, making the earth itself sink by many feet.

Farmers can’t make their crops less thirsty, so many have been converting some of their acreage to solar. The Central Valley is ideal for this, being mostly flat and very sunny, hence the agricultural productivity. At the same time, farmers have been getting good rates for the electricity that they offset and that they send back to the grid. 

Now, though, California has adopted standards that reduce those rates by 75 percent on average. For a farmer investing in panels, the investment looks less enticing. “The algebra or calculus — or whatever math discipline you want to reference — it just doesn’t work out the same way,” said Karen Norene Mills, vice president of legal advocacy at the California Farm Bureau, which promotes the state’s agricultural community. 

Also, the study found that by fallowing land for solar panels, food production in the Central Valley dropped by enough calories to feed 86,000 people a year. But, Stid said, markets can adjust, as crops are grown elsewhere to make up the deficit. By tapping the sun instead, Stid added, growers can simultaneously help California reach its goals of deploying renewable and reducing groundwater usage. 

The tension, though, is meeting those objectives while still producing incredible quantities of food. “That is always our concern about some of these pressures,” Mills said.

But this isn’t an either-or proposition: Many farmers are finding ways to grow some crops, like leafy greens and berries, under the panels. The shade reduces evaporation from the soil, allowing growers to water less often. In turn, a wetted landscape cools the panels, which improves their efficiency. “This is the compromise that’s going to allow for both energy independence and food security,” said horticulturalist Jennifer Bousselot, who studies agrisolar at Colorado State University but wasn’t involved in the new study. 

Farmers are also turning livestock loose to graze under their panels. Their droppings fertilize the soil, leading to more plant growth and more flowers that support native pollinators. “The grass, it’s so much more lush under the panels, it’s amazing,” said Ryan Romack, founder of Virginia-based AgriSolar Ranch, which provides grazing services. “Especially when the sheep have been on site long-term, you can really see the added benefits of the manure load.”

Then, if a farmer decides not to replace the solar panels at the end of their lifespan — usually around 25 or 30 years — the soil will be refreshed with nutrients and ready to grow more crops. Even if a grower simply lets them sit for decades without any management, the fallowing can restore the soil’s health. “We really see solar as a collective landscape,” Stid said, “that can be sited, managed, and designed in a way to benefit both people and the planet and ecosystems as well.”"

-via Popular Science, May 4, 2025

[siriuslysmutty]

I love the idea that Simon's just feral when I comes to dating.

He doesnt even date. He just adopts you as his partner. There's no 'flirting'. No 'wanna go out?'

He sees you around base. You have fleeting conversation that he's filing away as dates. Your first date is him running a background check on you. You get listed on his emergency contact list above Price as your 'second date'. Your third is when he sees you getting ready to leave base via walking and he just pulls up beside you in his truck and tells you to get in.

"Where we 'eadin'?" Gets a chirp of a grocery store (confused but welcomed that he's not murdering you or your not in trouble). But after the grocer where he's shaming you for the lack of marbling in your meat you picked out (and replacing it with a better cut) you get dropped off at your flat only for him to follow you in and assist with groceries being put away.

You just kinda expect him to go home after that but he never does, the sex isnt bad but where the fuck did he come from and who the hell does he think he is?

The type of guy to waltz in on you using the bathroom to brush his teeth, unphased. Nothing he ain't seen before. Smoking in the apartment, eating straight out of the fridge, caveman style hauling you out of the bar and back home when he's decided he's been patient enough.

He smirks when he overheard you telling your best friend about how, *he'll get sick of sleeping in the queen sized bed that's too small for him eventually and move on*.

Cut to the delivery of a California King, dont worry, you get to pick out the sheets and cover for the blanket. Hes a stray cat that's decided he lives there now, the rents paid, there's food in the fridge... what more do you want, he'll get it for you.

(The weirdest thing is when all your paperwork starts to appear with the last name Riley...)

[numberonefrancisforeststan]

oh holy shit that's about the best picture of that breed EVER

ok I know you said Nik is a husky but consider: Caucasian shepherd dog Nik. Protective, absolutely bloody massive, insanely hairy, potentially really dangerous (due to their size)

Your brain. It is galaxy-sized. Behold, Nikolai, the Caucasian Shepherd.

*Марш защи́тников Москвы́ plays in the background*

[facts-i-just-made-up]

The Downfall of Temu, 1817-2025

Though Temu is best known today as a place to pay low prices for inaccurately represented goods, it was not always so. When it was founded by Oscar "Temu" Temunsson in 1817, it was made to be an auction house for the finest goods like Southernby's or Christianne's.

The downfall began nearly as soon as Temu went online, with "online" in 1817 referring to it being a building on London's wealthy "King's Line" road near Westminster. Buyers were always satisfied with Temu's guarantee, which was included in The Guarantee of Guarantee, signed in Guarantee, London- The first official Guarantee ever to be guaranteed.

But then in 1819, the Cracks began to show. James and Lynda Crack were infamous in the Americas for showing merchandise that did not in the end reflect what the customer would buy. As such, they were banished from the United States, a young country at that time known as "Some States That Don't Yet Hate Each Other." Arriving in London, they forged papers to begin selling at Temu.

The damage to Temu's reputation was bad, but not fatal. Temunsson himself tried to repair the house's image by selling several notorious items, including the world's largest Yorkshire Pudding (At 870 Pounds), the most adopted dog (At 19 Pounds), and the most flattened Matzo ever smashed flat by numerous strikes with a mallet (At 3300 Pounds), all of which sold for over ten thousand pounds sterling. The company lasted as a respectable entity well into the 1900s as a result.

In 1949 though, another blow was blown to Temu, and boy how it blew. Hurricane Pholacio made landfall on the beaches of London and ruined the prized collection of Candy Floss (Known as "Gummy Bear" in Modern English) sculptures that Temu had on display. No insurer would take the job, as you have to get insurers before the disaster happens, and Temu had to sell its physical location to make ends meet.

Disembodied, Temu began to haunt other stores and manufacturers, sucking on their revenues and leaving them desiccated. So it lurked, weakened, for decades until Etsy came along. Etsy was, in past times, a resource where artists could sell their wares. Unfortunately, Temu drop(shipped) upon it and sucked it dry of any chance for legitimate creators to thrive. Temu grew more and more powerful until it became the economic disaster (or "Nosferatemu") it is today.

Oddly enough, Oscar "Temu" Temunsson seems to have predicted this even when he said on his death bed in 1891, "Temu is gonna suck so fuckin' bad in the 2020s with dropshipping and all." He then exploded into confetti, as was the gentlemanly tradition at the time.

[yenhan]

"Accidental pregnancy scare"

Thoughts on TF141 & International student neighbor ft. Alejandro and Rudy

Part One - Next - Masterlist

a/n: f!reader

Synopsis: One little misunderstanding surely won't do much damage.

You knew you’d messed up the second Rudy dropped his drink.

He was laughing at first. He was. That man had a distinctive laugh, and he definitely fit his newest job as a self-defence instructor for kids. He just gave the impression to be that good with children. Alejandro, on the other hand, had his eyebrows so high up that they were about to vacate his forehead entirely.

Knowing they spoke Spanish, you took it as a chance to dust the drawer in which the 'one month exchange in Spain' had been abandoned. You finished telling them a story; being flustered after an evil seagull stole your sandwich at the beach. "Me sentí tan embarazada," you said at length.

Except, you just made a terrible mistake. A little mix-up between languages. Who could blame you? Your brain switched languages every two seconds! Embarazada, imbarazzata, embarrassed... Why did they sound so similar? Was it really your fault if 'embarazada' meant 'pregnant'?

Which you were not. Not even remotely.

You coughed. Alejandro grinned like Christmas had come early.

“¿Embarazada?” Rudy repeated slowly. “You’re pregnant?”

Your heart dropped into your socks, under your shoes, under the pavement of the flat. “No! That’s not what I meant! I’m not—" You covered your face.

Too late.

The colonel, bless him, was already turned toward the lads, aware he was about to deliver a bombshell of gossip. “Did you know your little neighbor is pregnant?”

“Wot?!” Soap choked on his tea, beating his chest to avoid suffocating.

Gaz immediately teared up. “I—I’m not ready to be an uncle... Who’s the dad? Does he have a job? This requires an emergency meeting. We don’t have a contingency plan!”

Ghost stood up and walked directly to the window. As if the shining glass could track the identity of the mystery father... You were fairly certain he was running through a list of local male residents and assigning kill orders. Was it Jared from the butcher's shop? That boy had a penchant for dangerous endeavors, alas flirting with you when you accompanied Johnny and Simon to buy steaks. Perhaps Ray, the mailman, had lingered a little too long by your doorstep lately?

Price’s sigh could’ve powered the National Grid. “For Christ’s sake.”

Soap, poor guy, was pacing now. "Right, who wis it? Ah'll kill 'im. Naw, seriously, just blink twice if it’s someone we ken."

Encouraged by Alejandro's discreet sneer, you made a show of holding your stomach. “Oh, I just felt a flutter. Must’ve been the spicy fried chicken.”

The Scotsman nearly fainted. “You sneaky wee shite!"

“Y’lot are absolute idiots,” Price muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can someone get me a drink? Or a shovel to bury the rest of my patience?”

“I’m kidding! Not pregnant. Just linguistically challenged. Sorry, Kyle.”

Gaz stopped mid-sob. “Thank God. I wasn’t ready to financially commit to diapers.”

“Tha's it? No situation to… address?” Ghost turned. He sure was inscrutable, but you noticed the relieved glint in his eyes before it disappeared.

You gave him a look™. “Uh? Like you’d what, adopt the baby out of spite?”

He didn’t answer.

"Simon."

"I didn’t say yes."

"..."

Price just pointed a finger at both of your Mexican friends. “You two are banned from visiting. Indefinitely.”

Remember kids: Check your false friends before they give your neighbors a collective aneurysm. Or a reason to plan a shotgun wedding.

P.S. Yes, Simon would adopt the baby.

Based on a friend's mishap in Madrid. I promise pt. 3 will come out :)