#acrylic storage box

[legendasalvatoris]

Dining Room - Contemporary Dining Room Kitchen/dining room combo - large contemporary light wood floor kitchen/dining room combo idea with white walls and no fireplace

[pictopye]

Figure Fridays #1 (Retroactive)

TLDR: Started #Figure Fridays last week on FB; Had folks pull numbers for a blind draw - 11x miniatures & 2x 1:10 scale. Showcased my current tools/storage setup. LONG STORY (Rambley) Version: Last week I initiated my #Figure Fridays start on FB - My .exe functioning was overwhelmed by my options, and my brain was using that as a way of 'getting out' of posting/sharing or flat out even starting. So I lowered that barrier by having folks I know pull numbers for me! (If my brain weren't being a lil' shit I'd have just rolled some dice. :P ) I have a good amount of 'grey to slay' - it isn't some folks Warhammer levels of 'pile of shame' I'm dealing with. My figures still handily fit in my craft box with room to spare; but I'd still like to finish them before I find other things that catch my magpie eye! My generalized goals here are: - Improve my painting skills - Enjoy the time I spend doing so - Complete painting what I have, & display or give away - Share what I'm doing with others - Improve how I share (progress shots, staging shots, video, etc...) - Offer to paint up things for other folks - Take Commissions Pie-in-the-sky goal - Enter some contests/competitions I plan on dedicating my free-time on Fridays for this '#Figure Friday' so that I have a schedule I can stick to. (This is in tandem with other projects I have in the works.) Onto the first set of photos - my craft box setup:

In case anyone is curious as to how I currently am storing my miniature supplies - here it be. This was listed as a 'cosmetics organizer' or a 'makeup train case' but it's honestly great for art supplies of all types. I have a larger rolling model that currently stores all sorts of pens, pencils, markers, washi tape, paints, inks, etc... Like seriously outside of paper it stores all of my traditional art supplies in a small footprint. For my miniature supplies case I went with holo, because I have magpie like tendencies.... who doesn't like shiny! This is a 6-tray style which I find works pretty well for most of my gear & unpainted models. The Left side stores all my tools: First Tray: Josonja acrylic paints in top tray. Second Tray: snips, Olfa blade, spare blades, desk brush, and sponges Third Tray: Double-sided foam tape, Green Stuff, Sanding sticks, metal files, and micro cotton-swabs.

Bottom of Box: Tamiya putty, Milliput putty, sculpting tools, air brush flow medium, paint extender, PH Neutral PVA glue, some large bases, wet pallet paper, extra thin Tamiya cement, super glue, black and white primers from Vallejo, figure holder, silver/gold/copper inks, sticky putty.

The Right side stores models, bits, & bobs: First Tray: Organizer dividers, strap for wet pallet, group 1 models, and assortment of pieces. Second Tray: group 2 & 3 models & some spare foam Third Tray: lots of bases, and group 4 models.

The only things currently not in there are things that are too big or in use: - 2x 1:10 scale models - 1x pot of muddy ground mix - Cordless Airbrush & it's cleaning solution - Wet Pallet - because it's currently in use (lives in the bottom of the box otherwise)

[bratzforchris]

Animal

Summary: Unfair ref calls end up getting Matt placed in the penalty box during a game. The best way to relieve his anger afterwards is sitting in the stands and wearing a miniskirt. Based off of this edit<3

Pairing: Hockey player!Matt x implied bimbo and WAG!reader

Warnings: Smut, semi public sex (storage room), dumbification, rough dom!Matt, unprotected p in v, creampie, hair pulling, gagging, masturbation (m), spitting, oral (m receiving), sir kink if you squint, lots of sex/dirty talk, literally pure filth

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I don't know anything about hockey, so please bare with me for any inaccuracies!! Get your holy water ready...💗

“Good luck!” You smiled, standing on your tiptoes to kiss Matt’s cheek, despite your white kitten heels. “I’ll see you after the game!”

Matt picked you and spun you around, hand cheekily slipping under your pink miniskirt to grab your ass. “I’m looking forward to it.” he whispered huskily in your ear, secretly suckling on the sweet spot behind the flesh. 

You pressed one last kiss to Matt’s lips outside the locker room before bidding him goodbye and scurrying to the special VIP box in the stands of TD Garden that was specifically reserved for the families and friends, but especially wives and girlfriends of the members of the Boston Bruins. Call it shallow or silly, but ever since you were a small girl you had always dreamed of dating a member of your favorite hockey team. Like many New Englanders, you took hockey seriously, and it seemed only fitting for your prince to have skates and a hockey stick rather than a horse. 

The universe must’ve worked in your favor. You and Matt had been next door neighbors for all of your childhood, and had started dating your senior year of high school, just before he had been signed to the Bruins. Everyday since then had been a dream. You were practically Matt’s personal cheerleader, on the ice and off. When you thought about that, along with his flirty mention from earlier, you felt your cheeks flush as you shifted in your seat and adjusted your skirt. Matt’s favorite way to celebrate (and lick his wounds after a loss) a game was in the bedroom and you doubted tonight would be any different. 

You blushed and adjusted your skirt, excitedly catching up with one of Matt’s teammates’ girlfriend who had been out of town for the last home game. No matter how much you tried to move your mind away from the topic, you couldn’t stop yourself from going back to his promises and the feeling of his hands on your backside. 

As the game got ready to start and Matt skated out onto the ice, you couldn’t help but to stand and cheer, bouncing softly on the balls of your feet as you clapped. You knew that he couldn’t hear you, but when your boyfriend turned and made an ‘I love you’ sign towards the private box, your heart soared. 

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“Damn.” You cursed quietly, watching the Vancouver Canucks score yet another goal.

The ref for this game was being less than fair, and as Matt lifted his helmet during the second intermission, you could see the agitation etched onto his face. He was making good plays and everyone knew it. You felt your heart drop as you watched him try to contain his anger over the Jumbotron, mumbling small ‘fuck’’s under his breath. Matt put his heart and soul into each and every hockey game, and to not get the outcome he wanted based off of some unfair ref calls sucked. 

As the teams took the ice again, you noticed a change in your boyfriend’s demeanor. Matt always played aggressively, but it was more visible now. With each slide of the puck, he was getting madder and madder, skating around the rink furiously. You nibbled the sides of your light pink acrylic nails furiously, growing anxious yourself. Matt was, by definition, an absolute animal in hockey, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he snapped. There was a reason his team nickname had been ‘The Burier’ since the eighth grade. It’s what he was known for. 

Sure enough, not even five minutes later, the ref stopped the game as Matt snapped. He had met his limit for shit he would take from the officials and the other team. Calling boarding, the ref forced Matt into the penalty box. Though everyone else seemed to continue on with the game after the call, you watched the box with cautious eyes. The brunette looked absolutely furious as he tossed his helmet and sticks to the side. You wanted to feel awful, to go down there and fight with the ref despite your pink miniskirt and lack of overall sports knowledge, but as Matt’s darkened blue eyes looked up to where you were sitting, you couldn’t feel anything other than excitement at how he would most likely take you home and fuck you until you were crying. 

The game ended quicker than you expected, with the Canucks winning by two goals. As you stood up and gathered your purse and coat, you felt your phone buzz. You knew who it was, seeing as how Matt had just skated into the locker room a few moments prior. 

Matt: get your ass to the storage room near section 20. i’m not fucking waiting until we get home.

You felt your cheeks blush at the way just Matt’s tone in the message had your lacy, white thong already soaked. You popped a piece of strawberry gum into your mouth, knowing Matt absolutely devoured the taste on your tongue like a man starved and began to slide through the crowd to his requested meeting area. Luckily, the frenzy of people trying to exit the arena made it easy for you to go unnoticed. Though you weren’t famous of yourself, you were still extremely well-known and popular in the hockey community, leading people to ask you for photos and autographs, even if you weren’t with your lover. 

The storage room by section 20 was mostly deserted, save for an exhausted janitor sweeping by the vending machines, and Matt. He had changed out of his team uniform and into baggy, gray sweatpants and a forest green hoodie, the hood pulled tight over his brown curls. Even in spite of his ‘disguise’, you would’ve recognized him anywhere. 

“Hey baby,” You hummed, letting out a cute giggle as you leaned into Matt’s chest. “You got a temper today?” You asked innocently, blinking your large, false lashes up at him. 

“The ref was a fucking dick.” Matt cursed, pulling you both into the storage closet and locking the door from the inside. 

The light inside the closet was dim and flickering. That, combined with the small space because of the cleaning supplies, mops, and brooms, and the casual smell of mildew was less than romantic. Nevertheless, you could feel your panties soaking at the sight of the tent in Matt’s gray sweats. Knocking the brooms to the side, Matt pushed you against the wall, flicking your gum out of your mouth and beginning to passionately make out with you. His tongue fought yours for dominance, spit mixing with your lip gloss as it dribbled down your chin. 

“Matt…” You whimpered, knees going weak from all of the good feelings you were experiencing. 

“Already at a loss for words, baby doll?” he chuckled, smirking cruelly. “All you can think about is being a slut, huh?” 

You whimpered and nodded, moving your hands up to push the hood off of Matt’s head and tangle your pink acrylic nails in his feathery hair. “Oh…” You breathed. 

Matt practically pushed you to your knees, tossing your heels to the side and making you kneel. From this angle, he had a perfect view of your cleavage in your babydoll tee, the flowery print cups of your push-up bra peeking over the edge. Your boyfriend began to palm himself through his sweatpants, head thrown back in a moan as he looked at the little protests coming from your pouty lips. 

“You gonna take my cock like a good fuckin’ girl?” Matt asked, tipping your chin up to look at him with his other hand. “Gonna show me who the real winner is today?”

You looked up at him with your head cock, almost like that of a pathetic, lost puppy, before nodding quickly. “Promise.” You smiled with a giggle. 

Matt continued to jerk himself like there was no tomorrow, not caring that his moans were growing louder. “Need to get you ready first,” he mumbled, unhinging your jaw with his ring-clad hand. “Open.” 

You did as Matt asked, watching as he gathered his own saliva and then spit in your mouth, holding your chin closed. You blushed, smiling up at his hard face. Just looking at you was making him grow more sexually frustrated, but he couldn’t stop the warmth that spread through his chest at how adorable you looked on your knees, obeying his demands and ready to suck him off until you gagged. Less than a minute later, Matt had yanked down his plaid boxers and pants, thrusting his dick towards your mouth. 

You slowly took his tip into your mouth, licking circles onto his pretty, pink head that was already dripping with precum. The further you took him into your mouth, the more noises he began to make, fists tangling themselves in your hair as he yanked you closer to him by the hair, desperate for more pleasure. By the time his dick had hit the back of your throat, you were practically gagging as Matt bucked his hips towards your face, cock already twitching as his orgasm grew in his belly. 

“You can take it…” he hissed, pulling on your hair again as you whimpered around his dick. “Yeah, right there. Jesus Christ, princess. Makin’ me feel so goddamn good.” 

The way Matt was fucking your face was angry, like he had been since the ref started making those calls, but it was far from mean. He just had pent up, animalistic energy and it needed a release. Turned out that ‘release’ was you, kneeling and spread like a whore, drool and lipgloss puddling down your chin as you took his cock. You couldn’t make any noises other than small whimpers as grunts as you slid the flat of your tongue across the vein on his underside, but Matt could tell you were enjoying this blowjob as much as he was b y the way your nails were digging into the backs of his legs. 

“‘M gonna cum,” Matt groaned. “Better swallow every last fuckin’ drop of it too.”

You nodded as Matt bucked his hips against your face one last time, orgasm overtaking him. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth as hot, white ropes of cum shot towards the back of your throat. Your boyfriend pulled off your mouth with a pop, holding your lips closed. Once you had swallowed, you wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your pink cardigan, pouting up at him. 

“You got yours. It’s my turn.” You grumbled cutely.

“You know, it really is true what they say about whores,” Matt snorted roughly. “You’re just a bimbo. Don’t even realize that mouthing off won’t get you what you want.”

You whined, your panties growing soaked once more. “Yes sir.” 

“That’s what I thought,” Matt yanked you up roughly by the arm, pinning you against the wall. Before you knew it, Matt had pulled down your skirt, the fabric fluttering to a puddle around your ankles. He snapped the lacy elastic of your thong against your hip one time before ripping the material off, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, y’know…” he trailed off, toying with the material. “Never seemed like the right time, but now, what do I have to lose? You’ve already been face fucked like a slut in a storage room, I lost the game and didn’t have an outlet for my stress, but now? I’m gonna have some fun now.” Matt smiled. 

The brunette pulled your lips open, shoving the white fabric of your panties into your mouth. Before Matt, you had never considered yourself a ‘kinky’ girl. Now though, you felt your lower stomach already clenching at the thought of how obscene what you were doing was. Your all-star hockey player was fucking you in the storage closet of his home arena and you were gagged with your own underwear. It was like something out of porn film, yet that only excited you more. 

“Now I can fuck that little cunt senseless without you making a sound.” Matt smirked, yanking off his hoodie and the shirt under it.

You let out a small whimper around your gag as Matt slammed into you, your back pushed against the cinderblock wall as he railed you. The feeling of him bare inside of you was making your pussy clench with want. Your climax had been building in your lower stomach ever since your boyfriend had sent you that text, and now, it was threatening to send you over the edge as Matt fucked you relentlessly. You whined against your gag again, back arching off the wall. You wanted nothing more than to cry out as you raked your nails across Matt’s tattooed arms and back. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” the brunette husked in your ear. “Takin’ my dick like a little princess, huh?” Matt was bottomed out inside of you, hissing and grunting at the feeling of you clenching around him. “You gonna cum?” he asked, watching your face as the mascara and other makeup streamed down your cheeks from the tears of overstimulation. 

You nodded, grasping at Matt’s hair, back, anything, desperate for relief as Matt fucked you like an animal. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, the white-hot feeling overtaking your body as you writhed under Matt, back arching off the wall. Your boyfriend groaned as your cunt clenched around his cock, sensual noises falling from his lips as he coated your insides white. 

“Fuck, Y/N…you feel so fucking good.” Matt told you, pressing kisses to your neck as he softened inside of you. 

He removed your gag, moving from your neck to kiss your lips softly, licking up the last drops of your mixed saliva, strawberry gum, and lip gloss. You looked up at him, beyond fucked out and makeup ruined and smiled. 

“Guess you’re an animal on and off the ice, huh?” You blinked, all big Bambi eyes and ruined smiles. 

“You could say that.” Matt chuckled, continuing to press soft kisses across your flushed skin. 

In that moment, you didn’t care about the team’s loss, or Matt’s penalty. He was your winner and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. 

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[raythekiller]

hi there!! omg i just wanna say i love your writing and your art so so so much!! thank you for keeping the fandom well-fed and alive o7! if you don’t mind me asking, what are your thoughts on the slendermansion? like the layout, how it operates, and what creeps live there :D tysm!!! - tulip anon (if it’s not already taken lol)

🗒 ❛ Slendermansion Headcanons ༉‧₊˚✧

#Notes: I have so many thoughts about this omg

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First off, I think it's a manor instead of a mansion. Mansions are simply big houses located normally on neighbourhoods while manors are often times isolated, are bigger and have some land around them with maybe some other buildings in the property. There are three main floors, along with a basement and an attic. The first floor has a big ass entrance, a living room, kitchen, dinning room, nurse's office and storage, while the second one is almost exclusively for bedrooms, most of which have suites (but there is a community bathroom as well on all three main floors). The third floor has the proxy's bedrooms, Slenderman's room and a library. Every bedroom comes with a bed and a closet, but everything else the creeps have to either make or acquire in some way by themselves (Sally is an exception). Everyone works for and obeys Slenderman and in return receive clothes, food and a place to live. The only creep that doesn't live there is Jane. Here's some bedroom headcanons:

JEFF: A mess, lives in the second floor. The walls were shitly painted black by him and you can see several missing spots. There are some band and horror movie posters on the walls and you can barely see the floor because of the amount of clothes and trash scattered around. His blinds are always closed and they are that thick type that doesn't let any sunlight get through. Deadass lives like a vampire.

BEN: Another mess, also in the second floor. There are snacks and food wrappings all around the floor and several videogames posters on the wall, along with a pro gamer computer set complete with a LED keyboard, mouse and headset, also a big ass television. His walls are a yellowish green, also with some missing spots.

TOBY: Lives in the third floor, his walls are beige and his bed covers are a brownish orange flannel. Windows always open to let some fresh air in. It's filled with several trinkets he stole from his victims and actually looks kind of aesthetic pleasing if you ignore how unorganized it is, kinda like those indie bedrooms you see on Pinterest. Has a few house plants scattered around, like cactus and succulents, nothing too difficult to take care of (he doesn't have much of a green thumb).

EYELESS JACK: Lives in the basement, since he uses the freezers in there to store his food. Not very decorated, since he spends most of his time in the nurse's office, save from the blood (if you can call that decoration).

LAUGHING JACK: Lives in the attic. Has several kids toys he steals from his victims, all of which he DIY'd to be black and white like him. His old music box is on a prestigious self on top of his bed.

MASKY: Pretty organized, lives on the third floor. Mostly consists of brownish colors and tones. Has one of those clothes racks where he keeps his flannels and some old bands posters on the walls. Nothing too fancy. Makes his bed every morning.

HOODIE: Lives in the third floor. Kinda messy, but in a fancy way. Has several notebook pages torn off with song lyrics he writes sitting around, along with manuscript papers. His guitar is normally resting by his bed and is decorated with stickers. Masky makes fun of him for it, but he has fairy lights.

BLOODY PAINTER: Lives in the second floor, but has an exclusive art studio in the property outside of the manor that looks like a little shack. His walls are white, but covered in paint splashes, so they're very colorful, same thing with the floor. Has many canvases laying around, filled and empty, as well as acrylic paints and papers with random sketches and thumbnails.

X-VIRUS: Lives in the third floor. His walls are black and with several shelves, all with test tubes, flasks and beakers filled with strange and glowing chemicals inside of them. Has LED lights on the corners of the ceiling, always shining green. Has every lab equipment you could think of, from microscopes to bunsen burners and magnetic stirrers.

CLOCKWORK: Lives in the second floor. The most aesthetically pleasing room. Has tarot tapestry hanging from the walls and ceiling as well as those fake vines. Her walls are filled head to toe with drawings she makes herself, also those aesthetic posters with plants and butterflies and such. Speaking of, she has fake paper butterflies hanging on the ceiling. Uses monster cans as flower pots. Has a ukulele sitting in the corner that she gave up on learning how to play.

KATE THE CHASER: Left her room the way she found it, all white walls and a single closet and a bed with no covers. Barely ever steps inside of it. It's located on the third floor.

NINA THE KILLER: Lives in the second floor. Her room genuinely looks like some kind of early 2000's emo parade. Walls covered entirely in band posters (especially the main singers) and an unholy amount of plushies, mostly sanrio ones. Has a shelf only for her Monster High dolls.

SALLY: Second floor. Any little girl's dream bedroom. Fairy lights, pink walls, an insane amount of plushies and dolls as well as a dollhouse. Has some of her drawings pinned on the walls.

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LANE: Third floor. Grey walls with some band and horror movies/series posters, especially Supernatural, along with some random sketches pinned. A lot of plants sitting around on the shelves, floor and windowsill. Windows always open. Their bed has black covers and a hand-saw fox plushie laying by the pillow.

[satoshi-mochida]

Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake launches November 14 - Gematsu

Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake will launch for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series, Switch, and PC via Steam and Microsoft Store on November 14, Square Enix announced.

Here is an overview of the game, via Square Enix:

About

Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake is a stunning reimagining of the beloved masterpiece and narrative beginning to The Erdrick Trilogy— the first three games of the mainline Dragon Quest series. Featuring vibrant HD-2D graphics, new and modernized features, and a refined narrative, players are invited to set out on an epic fantasy adventure to save the world from a dark evil. Years ago, the great hero Ortega bid farewell to his wife and child as he set off on a quest to defeat the villainous Archfiend, Baramos. Ortega failed his quest, and Baramos still threatens the world. Now, on their sixteenth birthday, Ortega’s only child is summoned by the king of Aliahan and entrusted with a mission of the highest import: to take on Ortega’s quest, vanquish Baramos, and save the world. Accompanied by a band of travelling companions chosen in the beginning of the game, players are immersed in a vast HD-2D world full of towns, dungeons, and caves, meet fascinating characters, and fight ferocious monsters in enhanced turn-based battles. Rebuilt for modern audiences, Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake gives existing fans the chance to re-experience a beloved RPG experience and its expanded offerings like never before, while also being a perfect starting point for newcomers to discover one of the most influential RPG franchises in gaming history.

Key Features

A Fully Modernized Remake of the Original – Stunning HD-2D visuals fuse pixel art with 3D graphics, bringing players into the world of Dragon Quest III like never before, along with an improved and modernized UI, and other quality of life improvements.

Traditional Dragon Quest Style Battles – A refined take on the classic turn-based battle system, featuring new animations, additional improvements such as an adjustable battle speed, an auto-battle setting, and more.

Immersive World – Deep exploration of a vast world map with an abundance of rich and captivating locations to discover, challenging players to overcome many unexpected encounters during the journey.

Experience a Timeless Musical Score – An immersive, authentic, and diverse musical composition that captures the timeless essence and magic of the Dragon Quest universe.

Pre-Order Bonuses

Pre-orders for the standard physical or digital edition of DRAGON QUEST III HD-2D Remake will include a free Trouble-Free Travel Kit in the game. The Trouble-Free Travel Kit contains the following items:

Elevating Shoes x1

Seed of Strength x3

Seed of Defence x3

Seed of Agility x3

Seed of Life x3

Seed of Magic x3

Collector’s Edition

Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake Standard Edition physical game

Collectible game storage box for both Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake and Dragon Quest I & II HD-2D Remake

Dragon Quest III character, monster and logo acrylic blocks complete set

Including 20 vocations, 2 boss monsters, and logo

The Adventurer Accessory Kit (Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake in-game items)

Ring of Strength x1

Dragon Scale x1

Words of Wisdom x1

Cat Suit x1

Exclusive digital wallpapers x2

The Trouble-Free Travel Kit (as detailed)

Watch a new trailer below. View a new set of screenshots at the gallery.

Release Date Trailer

English

Japanese

[kyokozine]

Preorders OPEN June 15-July 31!

The Kyoko Kirigiri Zine is open for Preorders from June 15 until July 31!

Check out our bundles below:

The Rose in Vitro - Digital Bundle

-A5 digital zine

-$3 Add on: Digital merch (4 seasonal calendars, 4 icons, phone wallpaper) + Printable game files for "Counterclaim!" (40 cards + rulebook) 

Stretch Goals: Printable paper doll set, shimeji

The Scars Are Fading - Physical Zine

-A5 zine - 70+ pages of Kyoko-filled passion!

-Digital PDF

-Digital Merch + Printable game files for "Counterclaim!"

Early Bird: 2 postcard prints

Stretch: printable doll, 1 random acrylic pin, shimeji

Collected Evidence - Half Bundle

-A5 zine

-2 Acrylic charms

-2 A5 prints

-2 Die-cut stickers (random)

-Digital PDF

-Digital Merch + Printable game files for "Counterclaim!"

$7 Add On: Pre-printed game pack: 40 cards, storage box + bonus microfiber cloth

Early Bird: 2 postcard prints

Stretch: printable doll, 2 acrylic pins, shimeji 

Ultimate Detective  - Full Bundle

-A5 zine

-Enamel pin

-2 Acrylic charms

-2 A5 prints

-2 Sticker sheets

-3 Die cut stickers

-Pre-printed game pack: 40 cards, storage box and bonus microfiber cloth

-Digital PDF

-Digital Merch + Printable game files for "Counterclaim!"

All Early Bird Items: Manjuu (first 30 orders) + 2 postcard prints

All Stretch Goals: printable doll, 2 acrylic pins, shimeji, and connected charm

Ultimate Survival Kit – Merch Bundle

-Enamel Pin

-2 Acrylic charms

-2 A5 prints

-2 Sticker sheets

-3 Die cut stickers

-Digital Merch + Printable game files for "Counterclaim!"

$7 Add On: Pre-printed game pack: 40 cards, storage box and bonus microfiber cloth

Early Bird: 2 postcard prints

Stretch Goals: Printable doll, 2 Acrylic pins, shimeji 

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Manjuu: FULL BUNDLE only - first 30 orders!

Cover postcards: All PHYSICAL bundles for the first 72 hours!

Help us unlock our Stretch Goals!

Printable paper doll - all bundles

Acrylic pin(s) - 1 random for zine bundle, both for all other physical bundles

Shimeji - all bundles

Connected charm - full bundle only

Incoming Collab!

All bundles physical and digital are eligible for an exclusive merch item that will be shared between the Sakura and Kyoko Zines! Follow @sakuraogamizine to keep up with their schedule as well!

Please be aware that all designs are mockups and are not final.

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[benbunny]

HIIIIII !!!!! i’ve sort of taken a break from dollblr lately because all but 1 of my dolls are tucked away in a storage box with really no potential to come out of the box anytime soon 😞 but in the meantime, i’ve been going through Dollie Withdrawal….so i found dolls small enough to have in my tiny new space! these are my first ball jointed dolls, and they’re SO tiny (11.5-12.5cm!!!!). pictures and face-paint progress below!

so this is what they looked like fresh out of the package. theyre from artpractic on etsy, and i think they’re 3D printed. all of their tiny little joints bend and move just like a larger BJD, it’s so cool!! they’re also the only “adult” size dolls i’ve ever had i think, except for Barbies. i purchased them planning to make 2 of the main characters from the Faeries of Dreamdark series (if anyone is familiar with those — 2 middle grade/young adult fairy fantasy books that came out in the mid 2000s). the characters are actually younger, sort of generically young teenagers (although faeries age slower, so theyre both over 100 years old). these are the wings i was thinking about, based on the character’s’ descriptions

first i dyed the male doll with Rit to match the character (who’s from what’s basically faerie India), which worked ok. it isnt too patchy, and he’ll be wearing long pants and sleeves sooner or later, so that will hide the parts that didnt take the dye too well. i used watercolor pencils to give them both some body blushing and basic coloring, then went in with acrylic paint and the tiniest little brush i could find for the details. i think it’s not too bad for my first full face paint, especially not on faces the size of my pinky nail!! i also used acrylic paint for body details like scars — the characters are a warrior and a guardian, so they have their fair share of scars and injuries throughout the book. i also gave the male doll top surgery scars, because the character has always read as trans to me

i can’t quite decide which wings for one of them, though. for context, this character Hirik Mothmage has big moth wings that are described as black and ruby hawkmoth wings. personally, i always imagined him with silk moth wings, no idea why. either way, these are my two options: neither are hawkmoth wings, so it’s just based on what looks better. he’ll have brownish-black hair and also big brown moth antennae above his eyebrows, if that gives a fuller picture

the other character is Whisper Silksinger. she’s a scamperer, not able to fly, which is why her wings are so much smaller

this has been so fun though, and it’s really scratching my Dollie itch. i’ve always stayed away from itty bitty dolls like this, because i’m clumsy and not very dextrous and tend to fumble around blindly with anything smaller than a Barbie doll, but it’s been a fun challenge! now i have to figure out hair and then clothing. not sure if trying to make a wig will be easier, or if i should just glue the hair right onto their heads, lol

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From @katblu42

From @katblu42 to @misstb2

Prompts: Christmas past Christmas cracker jokes Christmas paint job on the ‘birds

I’ll leave it up to you to work out which prompt I concentrated on!  I hope I did it justice!!

Notes:  I don’t know anything about patchwork quilting, so I hope that part makes sense. Cracker prizes are based on my own winnings as a kid, but I hope in the 2050s or 2060s they won’t be made of flimsy plastic!

The Stories They Hold

Every Christmas Scott insists that he is the one to fetch all the decorations from the storage locker where they spend most of the year tucked away.  On the rare occasions when MAX is unavailable to help transport everything up to the lounge, where Virgil and Brains will inevitably be securing the tree, each box and bag full of fragile cargo is carefully transferred to a cart and wheeled to the elevator.

It’s so different from collecting the boxes from the attic back at the old house, with the winter sunbeams through the slanted windows catching the dust in a golden glow, and the constant reminders to be careful as he passed each container down to waiting hands below.  But many of the contents of those boxes have remained the same, even after the passing of many years.

Scott enjoys the holiday traditions that the family has continued to uphold.  In fact, if he thinks about it, perhaps he was one of the driving forces behind a few of those traditions.  Particularly the insistence that the whole family, Kayo and Brains (and MAX) included, make the effort to decorate the tree and the Villa all together.

Of course, the occasional rescue would dash their plans, but most years they managed to have everyone play a part in placing all the decorations, old and new, where they needed to go.  Scott knew each person had their favourite ornaments, and often fond memories to go with them.

His own favourites were the “special” decorations – the commemorative ones that marked milestones.  There was one for each of them.  For the brothers these were of the “Baby’s First Christmas” variety, with the year of birth etched into the design somewhere, and usually the name of the relevant brother as well.  There was an ornament to mark Kayo’s first Christmas with the Tracys, and another for Brains, and even a teeny tiny MAX.  Grandma’s milestone decoration was a candle holder designed and made by Grandpa Grant from artfully twisted fencing wire and a few scrap parts into a star-shaped cage that sat on the mantlepiece.

Every year Scott personally hands each of these special ornaments to the relevant member of his family so they can hang them on the tree, or set them in an appropriately prominent place for display.

The baby decoration with his name on it is silver with little blue gems decorating the points of the snowflake design, and a darker blue ribbon looped through the top for hanging.  The silver scroll containing the engraved “Scott’s First Christmas 2034” wound between the bottom two points like a flowing ribbon.  Scott particularly loved how well it matched with the pair of bells commemorating their parents’ first Christmas as a married couple. 

This one is silver with royal blue acrylic glazed embellishments and a pale blue ribbon.  The bells dangle and even make the slightest tinkling noise as they do.  The only engraving, at the top of the housing for the bells, is the year the marriage took place.  Scott can still remember years where his parents had smiled all doe-eyed at each other while hanging it together on a prominent tree branch.  And later years where his misty-eyed Dad had hung it solo, a sadder smile on his lips.

***

This year Virgil is finally completing the last in a set he’s been slowly adding to the tree for a number of years.  It all started with the scale model of Shadow that had been part of the production process, which inspired him to make tiny model Thunderbirds as tree ornaments.  That first year he’d managed to create an even smaller scaled model of Thunderbird S, as well as matching scaled Thunderbird 4, and a Thunderbird 2 model that was technically smaller in scale, but looked comparable in size beside the other two before running out of time to make more.  Each of them was as accurate as he could make them, but with a few festive touches added here and there in the extra sparkly paintwork.

Thunderbirds 1 and 3 followed the year after, and he now has a completed FAB 1 on his workbench ready for Lady Penelope and Parker to add to the tree when they arrive at Tracy Island in a few days.  But the one that has taken him the longest, and caused the most frustrated cursing is the miniature Thunderbird 5 that has finally come together without any of the tiny appendages breaking.

As he applies the finishing touches to the painted details he finds himself remembering so many long-ago Christmases making decorations with his Mom and brothers.  Sometimes it had been paper chains and fold-and-cut snowflakes, other years it was popcorn garlands and shortbread cookies (or gingerbread ones, or sugar cookies) “painted” with coloured Royal Icing.

His head shakes a little at the memory of younger brothers getting frustrated, or losing interest and drifting away from the kitchen table leaving just him and Mom as the last two left finishing the crafting of hand-made ornaments.  None of those crafty decorations had survived this long – they were never really meant to.  But the drive to make his own Christmas decorations had never left, and he now knew how to make things out of much more permanent materials. 

He hadn’t really thought much about it before, but Virgil was sure this little tradition he’d fallen into was only partly due to his generally creative nature and mostly a way of connecting back to those happy memories of crafting and chaos with brothers, and quiet moments with Mom.  It didn’t feel like Christmas to him without a festive creative project to work on in weeks leading into the holiday.

The last thing to add to his Five ornament was a tiny little VT signature.  It was one of two things that Mom had always insisted on for all the decorations they made, and he could still hear the ghost of her voice whispering, “Always put love into to the making, then sign your name with pride.”

***

John knows this is the right box, knows exactly what he will find under the protective layer of tissue paper, but even so the moment he lays eyes on the Christmas tree skirt the memory hits him and wraps itself around his heart.  A vivid memory of Mom kneeling at the base of the tree absently smoothing her hand over the surface of the quilted skirt with a warm but far-away smile on her face.

When he’d asked her what she was thinking about she had beckoned him over to sit beside her.  She didn’t speak for a moment, as though she was working out how to explain something a little bit complicated.  Eventually she had explained that she was feeling the love in the stitches.  He didn’t understand and must have pulled a face that obviously said so, which made her laugh before explaining further.

She pointed out every patchwork star and tree and snowflake in the design as she relayed to him the way her own mother had told her that the beloved Christmas tree skirt was handmade by her grandmother – John’s great grandmother.  It had been a gift lovingly sewn and given to her parents “for Lucille’s first Christmas.”  And though she couldn’t remember her grandma, she could remember the way her mother had got all misty-eyed explaining how much time and care Grandma had put into making this gift, and how much she adored her baby grand-daughter. 

Even at that young age John had been able to see what his Mom meant about the emotion that was contained within this one decoration.  A great deal of care had obviously gone into painstakingly sorting all the little pieces and stitching them together so precisely.  And it was very evident that the skirt had been lovingly cared for ever since – kept clean and fresh, tiny tears repaired, fastenings re-attached.  He saw the beauty in the way the small geometric shapes combined to make the bigger shapes of the overall design, and the way the different patterns and colours in each piece of fabric worked together to blend or contrast with the pieces around them.  But the real beauty was in the way looking at it, and touching it could spark memories of people who were now long gone, and connect him somehow with them.

Mom had said her grandma died when she was very young, and her own parents were sadly gone by the time John shared this moment with her, but she said it warmed her heart to know so much of their love remained here in so many ways.  Especially at Christmas when we have all these lovely little reminders left they behind.

He knew his brothers may not fully understand it, but John made a point of always dressing the tree with the patchwork skirt each year.  Taking his time to check over the fabric, the stitching, the colours and patterns as he did so. 

Over the years he had needed to make a few repairs here and there, adding his own love into the stitches.  He’d had to learn about the art of quilting, and now had a greater appreciation for the effort and skill that went into finding the right type of fabric, in the right colour, with a suitable pattern, cutting it into the right shape, and with the weave in the right direction, and then keeping the stitches neat and even.

Kneeling at the base of the tree, smoothing his hands over the surface of the skirt he’s just carefully fastened in place, he smiles and wonders if his brothers know about his sewing skills.  His stitches lovingly intertwined with those of an ancestor he never got to meet, but whose love is still visible in her handicraft and the fond memories it sparked.

***

Of course, Gordon doesn’t like to confine himself to just one favourite decoration.  He has multiple favourites, all with a marine theme, and all handmade.  Not by his own hands though.  He didn’t think he really had the patience or the knack, but he did appreciate the talents of others. Four of these ornaments are his most favourite of all.

He remembers the annual craft sessions with Mom, but not with exactly the same fondness that Virgil does.  One year he had complained about painting pinecones and asked why they couldn’t paint seashells instead.  It was suggested that perhaps children who lived closer to the sea might make their Christmas decorations that way, especially in Southern Hemisphere countries where Christmas was celebrated in summer.  He was also reminded that in their land-locked state seashells were in short supply and pinecones were easier to get hold of.

Apparently Virgil hadn’t forgotten that little episode, and for their first Christmas on Tracy Island he had gifted Gordon a set of three seashells.  Each one sat in the display box “pretty side up” displaying either the soft pastel colouring of the outside, or the pearlescent inside, and had a little hole punched through and a ribbon attached for hanging on the tree.  He had loved them immediately, but when he picked up the first one he discovered their true beauty.

The other side of each shell had been painted with the most wonderful tropical landscapes, using a palette of colours based on the natural hues in the shells, and with little festive hints in the tiny details.  The delicate little paintings were so exquisite he had not been able to express in words how much he adored his gift.  He had simply launched at his big brother and wrapped him in a fierce squid-hug.

These three decorations provided the perfect accompaniment for his fourth most beloved tree ornament – a carved, wooden sea-star.  Grandpa Grant had made it for him one Christmas while Gordon had sat watching in stunned fascination.

He knew Grandpa had carved ornaments for each of his brothers, and some to give to friends or to donate to the annual community displays in the town square, but he’d never before seen anyone turn a little block of wood into something new.  As he’d sat beside his Grandpa on the porch, a growing pile of wood shavings at their feet, he’d been transfixed by the transformation taking place in those sun-browned, wrinkly hands.  That little block of wood became a quite realistic looking creature that would seem totally at home in a little rock pool somewhere.

Gordon loved Grandpa’s sea-star so much he had petitioned for it to be the star that topped the tree several years in a row.  He was denied on the grounds that it was too small.  That didn’t stop Gordon from making it a tradition to try and get the little carved sea-star as high up on the tree as possible each year, and taking great joy in putting it as high as he could reach.

This year he’d managed to get it almost a full six feet high, and he hadn’t used anything to stand on or increase his reach.  That would be cheating.

***

Gordon also had a hand in the creation of Kayo’s most treasured tree ornament.  The decoration itself is fairly ordinary – a red keepsake bauble with a pattern of tiny gold stars and trees, and a gold stripe around the middle where the hinge and clasp were hidden.  It wasn’t the bauble that she loved, but the little treasures she kept inside.  A collection that had been accumulating since the very first Christmas she’d spent with the Tracy family.

Back then she had been a shy, quiet little girl, unused to the noise and bluster of such a large family in the same space all at once.  The boys themselves, and their parents and grandparents, had been friendly and welcoming, but they were loud and always moving.  Even around the dinner table.  So, she had sat quietly throughout the meal, just watching and listening and trying to take it all in.

Then, after the main meal was done but before dessert, the crackers came out.  She watched the Tracys pair up and pull at the coloured paper tubes until they came apart with a little bang.  Thin paper crowns were placed on the heads of the “winners” of the tiny prizes of dice and moustache combs and hair clips . . . and tiny slips of paper were unfurled. 

She hadn’t encountered the tradition of terrible jokes inside Christmas crackers before.  As each one was read out the grown-ups mostly groaned, the kids would often giggle, and Kayo had found a smile spreading across her face at the silliness, and the absolute joy around the table.

She’d shared a cracker with her father and won her own crown and a tiny star shaped charm, and had the chance to read out her own mildly amusing joke.

Why has Santa been banned from sooty chimneys? Carbon footprints.

She’d shared another cracker with Gordon and lost, but the joke – read by Virgil because the small print and fancy font were difficult for a six-year-old – made her laugh heartily.

What do you get if Santa forgets to wear his underpants? Saint Knickerless.

A little later that day, when the table was being cleared, Gordon had approached her with a handful of slips of paper.

“Here.  So you can always have them to make you smile and laugh.”

She’d been surprised at first, not knowing what else to do but accept the gift and shove them in her pocket. There they had remained until later that night as she was getting ready for bed.  Kayo had pulled the half-dozen slips of paper out and did indeed smile at the memory of all the fun, and the kindness behind the giving of the gift.  She had kept them ever since, and added her favourite joke from every year.

Her collection now included gems like:

What do you call an old snowman? Water.

Who hides in the bakery at Christmas? A mince spy.

What do you call a penguin in the Sahara Desert? Lost.

What do you get if you put a bell on a skunk? Jingle smells.

How did Darth Vader know what Luke Skywalker got him for Christmas? He felt his presents.

What do you call a polar bear wearing earmuffs? Anything you like.  He can’t hear you.

What do you call a snowman with a sixpack? An abdominal snowman.

Why was the snowman looking through the carrots? He was picking his nose.

She hangs her ornament on the tree, not far from Thunderbird Shadow, and reflects on how lucky she is to be part of this family and share in simple joys like bad jokes around the dinner table.  She wonders whose terrible Christmas cracker joke will make it into the bauble this year.

***

Alan can remember so many happy moments from Christmases when he was little.  All involving his brothers, many with his Dad as well. He remembers some very frustrating moments around the holiday too – not getting the present he had so desperately wanted, or worse still, a brother getting the gift he wanted instead!  Not being allowed to open presents before everyone was awake.  Toys being damaged or lost before the day had ended . . .

But his strongest early memories of Christmas are of Dad lifting him up to place the star on the top of the tree. Apparently it had been a tradition since Scott was little, but old enough to manage the task.  Since then tradition dictated that youngest Tracy able to do so was the one who got to put the star on the tree.  The job had been Alan’s since he was three years old and he had no plans to give it up any time soon.

They had been through three or four different stars since then, and for a brief period the tree had been topped by an angel instead, but Alan couldn’t recall why.  In any case the decoration for the top of the tree was his favourite, because he had the honour of placing that final piece in place.  Plus he liked the teamwork aspect.

Scott had taken over lifting duty around the time Alan was five or six.  That was the Christmas before Scott went off to the Academy, and since he had the height and, in their father’s words, the “military bearing” to manage it, as well as the desire to have as many bonding moments with each brother as possible, Dad had relinquished that part of the job to him.

When the family moved to the island things had become a little trickier.  Now they had room for a much taller tree, and Alan was getting bigger.  Heavier.  That first year there had been failed attempts with lifts from both Dad and Scott, while Virgil and John had whispered to each other as they watched the proceedings.  Quite obviously a new technique was required – couldn’t get high enough with the traditional lifting method, couldn’t get close enough sitting on shoulders . . .

At Virgil’s suggestion the patriarch and the eldest had finally stepped aside for John to try.  There was brief discussion about John having no better (or worse) chance than those who had already tried, because he was much the same height, but Virgil smiled and told them to just wait and see.

John crouched a little and Virgil lifted Alan so he could stand on John’s shoulders and steadied him there as John took firm hold of Alan’s ankles and straightened to his full height.  Virgil had then acted as their spotter, standing ready in case of any wobbles.  Or worse.  But there had been no wobbles.  John’s grip had remained firm and Alan had felt on top of the world reaching out to the top of that giant tree to place the glittering star.

This technique should have continued to work just fine, but after the accident there was a mood change. That first Christmas without Dad, Scott had dared to suggest they just use a ladder to reach the top of the tree, but had quickly retracted the suggestion when he’d seen the crestfallen look on Alan’s face.

Gordon had started asking Brains if they could rig some kind of contraption – Mission Impossible style – where Alan could be suspended from the ceiling.  But Virgil had other ideas and whispered them in Alan’s ear.  It was an interesting plan for Mr Safety-First to have come up with, but Alan was excited to try it, and had full trust in Virgil’s heavy lifting muscles and past gymnast expertise.

The conversation amongst the rest of the family had died down as Alan and Virgil went running up the stairs to the mezzanine level and Scott had asked where they were going.  Without a word, they approached the railing as close as they could get to the top of the tree.

Everyone had watched in slightly terrified awe as Virgil hoisted Alan up onto his left shoulder, sitting so Virgil could wrap his left arm firmly around Alan’s legs to hold him in place.  Virgil raised his right hand above his head to hold Alan’s right hand, then leaned out over the railing so Alan’s outstretched left hand could snag the top of the tree and secure the star in place.

That manoeuvre only became easier over the next few years as Alan’s height increased, and thinking about it now Alan considers it to be kind of fitting that the brother who’s had the least amount of Christmases as star placer is now the one with the most years as lifting assistant.  He knows that Scott, and possibly John would prefer a less risky method of reaching the top of the tree, but they won’t say anything.  Virgil’s grip is as firm and dependable as ever, and Alan still feels on top of the world being held aloft to uphold the tradition.

***

For so many years Jeff had not had any reliable way of measuring when Christmas was.  He had kept his watch wound, but couldn’t be sure his count of days or months, let alone years was accurate.  But even if he had known exactly when each Christmas fell, he would not have felt much like celebrating.  The holiday had always been very much a family affair, and alone, so far away from them it could never be a true Christmas without them, whatever the date.

But, out there he had often turned to his memories of past Christmases.  The traditions old and new, the treasure and the trash, the tears and tantrums and general chaos, but mostly the love and laughter.  His heart had ached for his boys, but the memories kept him going, holding on, fighting to find a way back.

And now here he was sitting contentedly on his recliner in the sunken lounge watching, listening, making the odd suggestion as his nearest and dearest decorated the tree.  He laughed at their antics, tried not to chuckle too much at their banter, and felt his heart swell with pride at the way they all worked together.

“Here, Dad.”  Scott was beside him, holding out the pair of silver bells and smiling a little uncertainly.  “It’s your turn.  You should do this one.”

He needed to lean on Scott a little to get out of the chair, but once on his feet he managed the walk to the tree unassisted. Up close he took in the details of many familiar old decorations, all hung and placed just so with great care. His hand was a little shaky reaching out to hang the bells, and he wished he still had Lucy’s hand on his like in those early years.

Stepping back to admire the fully decorated tree, he glanced over to where his mother stood with Kayo and Brains over by the piano, and spotted his father’s wire star.  His boys gathered around him, admiring their handiwork, bringing his attention back to the tree and it’s glittering decorations.

If only these old ornaments could talk.  Not just trinkets and keepsakes, but ghosts of Christmases past. The memories, the love, the stories they hold . . .

[shiorikirihito]

on tumblr talking about how much i love nu-13 while hugging my nu-13 body pillow and looking at my nu-13 acrylic standee and then my nu-13 alter memory storage box and my nu-13 phone cards and my nu-13 towel

[demifiendrsa]

DRAGON QUEST III HD-2D Remake – Release Date trailer

Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake will launch for Nintendo Switch, PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X|S, and PC (Steam, Microsoft Store) on November 14, 2024.

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Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake is a stunning reimagining of the beloved masterpiece and narrative beginning to The Erdrick Trilogy— the first three games of the mainline Dragon Quest series. Featuring vibrant HD-2D graphics, new and modernized features, and a refined narrative, players are invited to set out on an epic fantasy adventure to save the world from a dark evil.

Years ago, the great hero Ortega bid farewell to his wife and child as he set off on a quest to defeat the villainous Archfiend, Baramos. Ortega failed his quest, and Baramos still threatens the world. Now, on their sixteenth birthday, Ortega’s only child is summoned by the king of Aliahan and entrusted with a mission of the highest import: to take on Ortega’s quest, vanquish Baramos, and save the world. Accompanied by a band of travelling companions chosen in the beginning of the game, players are immersed in a vast HD-2D world full of towns, dungeons, and caves, meet fascinating characters, and fight ferocious monsters in enhanced turn-based battles.

Rebuilt for modern audiences, Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake gives existing fans the chance to re-experience a beloved RPG experience and its expanded offerings like never before, while also being a perfect starting point for newcomers to discover one of the most in

Key Features

A Fully Modernized Remake of the Original – Stunning HD-2D visuals fuse pixel art with 3D graphics, bringing players into the world of Dragon Quest III like never before, along with an improved and modernized UI, and other quality of life improvements.

Traditional Dragon Quest Style Battles – A refined take on the classic turn-based battle system, featuring new animations, additional improvements such as an adjustable battle speed, an auto-battle setting, and more.

Immersive World – Deep exploration of a vast world map with an abundance of rich and captivating locations to discover, challenging players to overcome many unexpected encounters during the journey.

Experience a Timeless Musical Score – An immersive, authentic, and diverse musical composition that captures the timeless essence and magic of the Dragon Quest universe.

Pre-Order Bonuses

Pre-orders for the standard physical or digital edition of DRAGON QUEST III HD-2D Remake will include a free Trouble-Free Travel Kit in the game. The Trouble-Free Travel Kit contains the following items:

Elevating Shoes x1

Seed of Strength x3

Seed of Defence x3

Seed of Agility x3

Seed of Life x3

Seed of Magic x3

Collector’s Edition

Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake Standard Edition physical game

Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake Standard Edition physical game

Collectible game storage box for both Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake and Dragon Quest I & II HD-2D Remake

Dragon Quest III character, monster and logo acrylic blocks complete set

**Including 20 vocations, 2 boss monsters, and logo

The Adventurer Accessory Kit (Dragon Quest III HD-2D Remake in-game items)

**Ring of Strength x1

**Dragon Scale x1

**Words of Wisdom x1

**Cat Suit x1

Exclusive digital wallpapers x2

The Trouble-Free Travel Kit (as detailed)

[nazmazh]

Tonight's Mission:

Time to give some dragons (And a wizard) a bath!

So, I've had these statuettes since like, high school [My brother also has a set of his own, which was likewise dug out of storage this past summer, when my folks and I moved out to the farm - Lest you think I was alone in my coolness], but when I moved out east after my first stint in university for my first post-university job, they got packed up and put into storage.

And they've been sitting there, in the shop, since, like 2009.

But now that I've got more room (and found some decent bookshelves on FB marketplace for a reasonable price, so I have enough storage space), it's time to bring them back out into the world, I think.

But, yeah... 15 years of sitting in a box in the workshop hasn't exactly been great dust-wise.

(Seriously, the old beat-up box they were in was a Sears box, because Amazon delivery just wasn't as big of thing by that point).

And their individual boxes weren't exactly great to begin with.

So, like, there's dust deeply embedded in some of the grooves and such:

(I probably wasn't super diligent about dusting them thoroughly when I was younger, either, if I'm being honest).

So, we'll see if a quick rinse in the sink with some dish soap can shine 'em back up!

Thankfully, my pewter ones (which were better quality overall anyway) came in nicer boxes and seem to have been largely spared the extra dust. Which is good, because they probably are a lot more touchy about cleaning methods, and it means I don't have to cross that bridge today.

The Results:

Looks like the rinse worked perfectly, no weird effects because dish soap is pretty safe for most materials, I'd imagine resin/acrylic/whatever these were made of included. Got into those hard-to-reach nooks and crannies and looks like the dust has been rinsed out.

The one downside - I apparently have precisely one statuette (even including the pewter ones) that has a felt-lined bottom.

I only realized that once it was already in the water.

Ah well, as long as it dries properly, I can't imagine it being a big issue in the long run.

Once these bad boys dry, they're going up on my bookshelves and returning to their duties of being rad as hell.

Might even have to look through my dice bins and find some sets to pair with them all for some photos or something.

[otakusparkle]

Identity V New Merchandises Release

Identity V x AVAIL Casual & Shoes

Merchandises List

- Parka and Sweatshirt

- Parka

- Pajama set

- Eyemask

- Acrylic keychain

- Smartphone holder

- Stickers

- Hand towel

- Deskmat

- Ballpoint pen

- Clearfile

- Storage box with limited stickers

Buy them here :

https://www.shop-shimamura.com/?b=avail

[sinful-liesel]

Mr Love Queen’s Choice: 11/11 Sale & My friend Rabbit Collab Merch GO

Hello~ I’m hosting a group order for Mr Love Queen’s Choice official merchandise! I’m based in the USA & ship worldwide! Please see the order form below for more details.

Shares are appreciated! ❤ #lieselGOs

GENERAL INFORMATION

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Deadline: Nov 18th @ 11PM CST

Limited-Time Purchase Bonus: ✅

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PRODUCT LINEUP

11/11 Sale

Tinplate Badge

Sparkling Shikishi / Art Board

Quicksand Acrylic Block

Acrylic Storage Box

Polaroid Keychain

Cushion

Plush Doll

Squishy Notebook

Tinplate Badge

Acrylic Stand

Infinity Shikishi / Art Board

Insulated Tumbler

Rerun

Table Mat

Tinplate Badge

Tinplate Badge

My friend Rabbit Collab

Plush Doll

T-Shirt

Tinplate Badge

Blanket

Acrylic Keychain

[tartarduck]

can we get a merch tour :O i always have fun looking at your luke collection!

Hi anon!! When I saw this in my inbox I was like oh my goodness, oh my god, I would LOVE to do a merch tour. So a few things off to preface the chunk of text and images incoming:

1. I really really love low-key merch that can be used in everyday life, so while I have some acrylic prints and badges, I usually store them away.

2. I AM SO SORRY TO ALL THE PEOPLE READING THIS WHO ARE PROPER COLLECTORS AND LOOK AFTER THEIR MERCH LIKE TREASURES. While I truly treasure my Luke merch,, most of them are just kind of put into boxes without any more covering or organisation...

Now, onto the merch tour!

I keep my desk pretty clear - here is Luke who holds my stylus for drawing and my plain lamp that I put a Luke scrunchie on.

On the wall, I have a display for some of my favourite merch items that I switch out when I feel like 🫶 it used to be an entire wall but it was a little cluttered so I cleaned it up right before my exams 💀✌️

And look! Speaking of exams... I keep a lucky charm on my door so I can pass them 😭 thanks to this little boy I managed to stay in uni this long.

And here's my diary that I decorated with the cozy couple's getaway merch. Since 2023 is ending soon, I'll be slowly and carefully removing this and sticking it onto my 2024 diary (yes I use diaries, no I cannot remember what to do without them).

I've got another little Luke on display and the rest I've stored away. I won't lie, the Luke merch is basically half of my storage at this point. Right, and not pictured is the Luke blanket (iykyk) which is in its own corner of isolation in my wardrobe.

Anyhow, that is basically everything for the tour! I don't put out a lot of stuff, which makes for rather dull pictures but I feel like Luke merch has seeped into every corner of my life...

When my phone's out of battery, I take out a Luke power bank. When it's raining, I bring a Luke umbrella. When I'm lounging at home, I wear a Luke T shirt.

And so on, and so forth. Mihoyo makes so many lifestyle items for Themis and it's absolutely ruining me. Bonus shoutout to the Childe cushion that keeps my back from aching on my chair right now (my mum thought he was Luke too).

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Packrat by ursulav

Artist's comment: Having finally finished a dreadfully long professional gig, which was keeping me from doing anything large or in depth, I had to unwind. So I hammered out this little scrounger, one of the many hooded critters of obvious Christiansen influence that I seem to keep painting. He's a packrat. I can identify with this, being one myself. I can imagine how it happened--first it was just the one bag, and he kept cramming it full of stuff, but he resisted buying another bag, because once you go to two, you can never fit all your earthly possessions in one bag again. Now he doesn't even know how many he's got, and things keep getting jammed in between the ropes. He should really go through and get rid of the useless crap and the ugly crap, but you know how it is, you might need it someday. Like big cardboard boxes. Every time you move, it takes so long to find a cardboard box that'll hold the TV that you twitch at the notion of throwing it out, so you wedge it in the hall closet, and deprive yourself of much needed storage space and wind up using the vacuum cleaner as a hat rack. What was I talking about again? Anyway, fun piece. Built it up in layers--first the big bags, then the smaller stuff and ropes, then I just started adding random items like the slug and bottle and the obligatory goldfish, testimony to the coverage power of acrylic. Anyway, acrylic, 14 x 18 on clayboard. Original's for sale, prints available, visit [link] or send a note if I haven't updated yet.

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Fountain pen ink bottle: $4 /ea

pocket sized sketchbooks or notebooks $2 (yellow & brown strathmore drawing/sketch are bundled together for $2)

The three larger sketchbooks are all $5 /ea

various mini canvas packs $3 / ea

acrylic paint pad $8 BNNU

mixed media toned paper pad $6

gel print and roller $8

tortilla pencil roll $2

cheapie brushes bundle (seriously these are CHEAP brushes, they aren't good quality. they're meant for watercolor or acrylic, and I keep cheapies on hand for things like applying masking glue, gesso, spattering, yknow...there's all kinds of reasons why you want sort of terrible brushes. the handles can mix stuff. any time you might end up destroying the good brushes, these are the sacrificial lambs!) $3 for all of them.

brushes box $14 BNNU

brush washer, paint keys (bundle), sanding sponges, letters stencil, clip-on cups to hold medium -- $3 /ea

golden open acrylics set BN swatched and tested like once, got some oil paints on tube but otherwise great. this is the traditional colors set of 6. $30

palette paper (white) BNNU $8

soho, grumbacher, & turner watercolor bundle: $15

marie's gouaches bundle and storage box I had them in $6

Lukas gouache bundle $25

QOR watercolor (remaining paint in squeezed out tubes (1 tube missing), and the paint poured out into a funky pink pill box with a cool skeleton on the front and washi tape decoration. the watercolors left to dry in the pill box rewet nicely. $15

union square watercolor pad $6

Filofax Original A5 size organizer in Dark Aqua WITH loads of interior pages - some bought from an online etsy shop (in rainbow colors, "QUESTS" instead of "to-do lists" and "heart" boxes, plus regular white or colored lined papers as well. it's stuffed full!) No actual calendar pages but does have numbered dividers with tabs. $130

pencils box $2

that white palette $3

art supply carrier tote bag thingy $10. it does have like, graphite, pastel smudging on the insides and all of that, but honestly you're just going to add more, right?

NOTE ON GOUACHES AND WATERCOLORS:

I will not do returns for dried gouache or watercolor in the tubes. Some of them will need to be reworked! (like I can hear one of the marie's gouaches rattling inside the tube, lol)

The fix to a dried out or drying out watercolor/gouache is incredibly simple: add water. You can cut open the tube to act as a cup, or cut them open and pour them out into a plastic paint cub or reused glass/plastic cup with lid. or right into a palette. add just enough water to fully soak the dried paint. wait a few days for it to soften up. add more water as necessary. if it's still a bit thick, you can add a drop of plain glycerin to the paint and mix it in to help it retain the moisture it's soaking in. this will also make it easier to rewet as you go on.

I will say the lukas gouaches all appear squishy still in tubes, the acrylics are perfect, and the sohos/turner seem mostly fine, but there's some they may need re-constituting and the marie's may have some dry ones as well. lastly, the QOR's don't have much left actually inside the tubes, so you might want to cut the tubes open anyways to paint directly from. they're nice paints tho, and i of course am bundling with where i poured all the paint into.

also: sorry the lighting is weirdly yellowy. I laid out a white curtain that I am not currently using to try and take pictures on and it's just...this whole house has terrible lighting in every room lol. i promise you those curtains are white.

these can't be shipped media mail, so just keep that in mind!