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me: I’m reading stone ocean, so I might as well draw some of those characters-


I’m probably going to clean this up properly sometime tomorrow if I feel the urge to do so, but for now, have another Rohan Kishibe because i cannot get enough of this boy and his awful outfits


The Master is a wizard in his own mind

So I got my first Hot Toys body today for the Master. Aside from some squeakily tight joints, it far surpasses all other male action figure bodies that I have ever encountered. It can even do a decent fetal position!

I also got my second “Chinese suit,” as the first one’s plastic snaps broke off. I replaced the snaps on the first with some metal snaps, only to discover that the snap position interfered with all that cool HT neck range of motion. Ugh. Fine. I guess he’ll be wearing something less restrictive. Hey, at least the pants are nice.

Now on his new and improved body, the Master is wearing the same pants and shoes as before, but I swapped out the “Chinese suit” jacket for a shirt that I commissioned from @dollsahoy about 16 or so years ago. I requested a sort of poet’s blouse with a black flaming vest so that I could make a doll of me in my Modern Wizard form. Anyway, apparently this shirt also fits HT male figs! Huzzah! Here’s the Master discussing his clothes with the Stylist:   

Panel one: “So…what are you calling that look?” 

Panel two: [thinking]

Panel three: “This is the ‘Everything else is in the wash, and I lost my favorite pair of gloves’ look.” 

Panel four: “I think it needs a pointy hat and a cape.” / “Indeed. Would you believe that I misplaced those too?”

me, sliding 3 dollars and a ball of lint over to miyazaki: what does the note in the music box say

Christmas is coming
  • Harry: Draco could you help me set up the tree?
  • Draco: back when I was a kid, our manor's gardeners would set up several trees around the house, each with its own colour scheme and lights and every morning at the crack of dawn you could see the glittering of the-
  • Harry: could you put your pretentiousness in your pocket for five seconds and just help me set up the fucking tree