bid at auction

// okay. story time.

once upon a time, i was sitting around, browsing ebay for more Lupin the Third merch to add to my ever-growing collection. as i looked amongst the many listings, i came across a one-of-a-kind auction for some strange, weird-looking toy…

i wasn’t sure what it was. the title was “#C349 PRIZE Anime Character figure gun Lupin The 3rd” and that didn’t make a whole lot of sense, so i checked the description to see what it was, but there was nothing about the item, only information about shipping.

the pictures from the listing showed this strange toy, as such:

i thought to myself, what harm can this do? it’s only $4.99, i can afford that.

so i placed a bid, and won the auction. this was about a month ago.

today the item arrived. i picked it up from the post office, because the postal worker couldn’t bother to ring the damn doorbell to see if anyone was home, which–yes–we were home to receive the item. once home, i opened the box and pulled it out.

and i examined it.

looked at it from all angles.

“what the fuck is this thing supposed to do?”

then i pulled the trigger.

this toy.

with this friggin’ face…

when you pull the goddamn trigger…




My Traditional Zelda Artwork is done and to be auctioned!

Bidding start at 115$CAN and will end Tomorrow, March 26th at 5PM EST. 

If you are interested you can contact me via askbox or at

Info about the piece: 

- 14x17″ 

- Approximatively 32 hours of work

- Made with black/white ink using a dipping pen and coloured with Alcohol markers.

- Can be shipped anywhere

Thank you very much for helping out by reblogging ~ 

If I were a fabulously wealthy eccentric to whom price was no object, you’d better BELIEVE I’d be bidding on this auction for the 16 ft. tall Alien Queen statue. She would live in the backyard. I would probably give her holiday-appropriate accessories every season.

(Considering she’s one of 5 props made for promoting Aliens AND has recently been refurbished, that is a totally reasonable price for her. Not one that I can afford, even in my dreams, but still.) 


All the stuff I got at fanime this weekend!! I had a lot of fun hanging out with friends (and throwing my money at artists)!!!!!! Also I saw this Gon fig signed by Megumi Han?!?! You can see she even drew a little pic of Gon with his fist up, ITS SO CUTE

STH 2017 Fundraiser Total!

Here it is! Together, our fandom has helped raise…

…eleven thousand, six hundred in U.S. dollars!


We owe our success to all of our contributors for volunteering their services, to our bidders for their overwhelming generosity, and to everyone who has supported and helped spread the word. We couldn’t have done this without you!

We’d also like to give a shout out to Fandom Trumps Hate for inspiring the idea, and for giving us their support. We encourage anybody who’d like to organize a similar fandom auction to get in touch with them for their playbook!

And that’s not all! We would like to thank everyone who bid on auctions of creators they were unfamiliar with, contributors who decided to take on multiple auctions or slots, and those who donated more than their pledged amount. The willingness of our peers to work together as a collective and the generosity of those who helped their fellow fans during the bidding process were instrumental to the auction’s success!

So from the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for helping us turn our first Stony Trumps Hate auction into an amazing experience. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You all have been incredible, and we hope to see you again for our future events!

♥ Your STH Mods

Good Biddings #1

(All of the rest of these chapters will be posted on AO3! Idk if illpist them here, shrug, but here’s a sneak peak of what’s to come {with extra long chapters owo} so enjoy!)

Omegas are sluts.

Omegas are slaves.

Omegas are only good for having children.

Alphas are strong.

Alphas are smart.

Alphas will protect you.

These were things taught to every Omega since the minute they presented, the second they realized their secondary gender; or rather, the second everybody found out, they were forced to wear ID like some kind of animal, almost a collar. They had tags, the name of the omega and once they mated, the name and contact information of their Alpha, like some kind of pet. It’s not like everyone couldn’t smell who was what, but this was a way for the cameras placed in every town to identify, as alphas and betas didn’t have to wear them, and once mated? A way of contacting your Alpha in case you got lost or stolen, again, like some kind of pet.

Keith stood in the mirror, examining the red rope around his neck. It wasn’t rope, it was some kind of indestructible cord that was measured and cut to each individual Omega. He scowled, at least they got to pick their colours, well, they got to pick until they were mated; then their alpha would pick, of course. Keith had tried everything to dig the rope off, multiple times. It stood vibrantly against his porcelain skin, accompanied only by a scar across his neck that he’d gotten from a failed attempt to cut it off in which the blade slipped and nearly slit his throat open. He sometimes wished it /had/ slit his throat, then he could forget that he wanted to live his life, follow his dreams.

For as long as he could remember, Keith wanted to be an astronaut, a pilot to go into space and explore the worlds. He read the books he owned, saved his money for more books, he was confident in the fact that he could do better than any /fucking alpha/ in the course. Omegas however, are not allowed a secondary education.

Omegas had no such luck, they were forced, the second they presented, to leave their homes and go to an Omegan school, one that taught each individual how to act, how to serve, all of the sensitive spots on Alphas to help relieve stress or to help them sexually, how to cook, clean. It was disgusting. It was sexist. It was horrendous and Keith hated every second of it, he’d purposefully done bad the first year, that’s when he was told if his marks kept at that pace he’d have to do the whole thing again, so he became average, doing just well enough to pass. Here Keith was, shirtless in the bathroom of his dorm, staring at this stupid collar that only his future Alpha held the key to, this stupid collar that he’d need an Alpha to get off. He scoffed, he’d have to suck or ride dick in order to get it off, let someone mark him, taking his collar off just so teeth could sink in and the cord could be placed again around his neck.

He brushed his dark hair behind his ear. “No.” He stated bluntly, to no one in particular, “never.”

Never. He’d live with the collar, but he was never getting mated, never depending on some selfish, asshole-Alpha.

He grabbed a grey v-neck t-shirt that sat on the small counter space of the bathroom that only held a shower and a sink; no toilet, if you, an Omega, had to pee, you were forced to go to the floor-bathrooms, with zero privacy to do your business. He didn’t know why he couldn’t take a leak, but apparently he needed supervision to do so. He slid the shirt over his head and passed his broad shoulders. His hands rested on his stomach when he had pulled it all the way down, smirking in defiance. /Omegas are supposed to be soft, delicate with no muscles or scars./ fuck them, Keith had the scar on his neck, Keith had abs and biceps, Keith wasn’t going to conform to that bullshit.

Keith was not some Omega /slut/ who wanted to be bred and mated.

Blue, Lances favourite colour. He looked in the mirror, admiring the cord that sat nicely around his neck, smiling. ‘One day there going to be another tag on it.’ He thought to himself 'my alpha.’ The thought made a gentle rumble tickle his throat, a soft purring noise. He let out a sigh of contentment at the thought, bringing a damp cloth he had prepared up to his face, wiping at the green skin-mask he had there. When it was gone he looked in the mirror, checking and double checking to make sure he got it all, appreciating the way his skin glowed. He took particularly good care of his skin, of course. Most Omegas made sure they didn’t have blemishes or bruises or scrapes, but Lance took /special/ care, he wanted to make sure he looked his best for whatever Alpha bid on him.

The Auction.

The Auction was an annual event that took place on the campus of the Omegan school in which Alphas would gather to bid on the graduating Omegas from that years classes. The highest bidder took their prize home and did as they pleased with them. Should the Omega refuse, a challenge is to take place, a small duel of sorts in a provided space in which there would be a fight between the Alpha and Omega, the winner got their way.

Needless to say, the Alpha always got their way.

Lance wouldn’t challenge whoever bid on him, he wouldn’t stand a chance against even a weaker alpha, all he could do was hope he got a nice, affectionate mate that wasn’t old and creepy and that would love him.

Today was The Auction.

Lance carefully brushed his hair, styling and re-styling until it was perfect. He smiled at his work proudly, turning to leave the bathroom, he would’ve put on make-up but that wasn’t allowed at The Auction, ’/false advertisement/’ they called it, that irked Lance a little, but he brushed it off. He found his nice dress shirt and vest, putting the light blue button-up on and sliding the dark, royal blue vest over it. He pulled black, fitted dress pants on, ones that hugged his butt snugly, showing it off. He struggled to tuck in his shirt but he eventually got it, slid on his shoes, and walked out the door of his small dorm.

There were a few other Omegas in the halls of his floor, everyone dressed up nicely. He noticed a few nice dresses on the females as well as a few select males, which wasn’t unheard of, and a few other with suits and dress shirts, one with jeans and a t-shirt.

Jeans and a t-shirt? Lance trailed his eyes to the head of raven hair that bobbed as the Omega walked, the blue-suited Omega groaned, frowning; ’/Keith/’ he would know that mullet anywhere. Oh well, his problem.

Lance returned the few greetings he got as he walked down the hall, not interacting further than the brief “hello” and “best of luck.” As everyone made their way to the elevators and stairs. He opted out for the stairs, deciding it would be quicker than waiting for an opportunity to go down on the lift. He thudded down the near-empty sway, it was a quick trip and he smirked at how his tag bounced with his motions.

The lobby of the school was already crowded with a hoard of Alphas and Omegas, mingling. He smiled, this was the part he was looking forward to, meeting the bidders that were going to be attending the auction. Many of the bigger men and women were grouped around select Omegas, the few poor souls that had their heats. Lance thanked god that he was half-way to getting his next one, nowhere near the threat of having slick drenching his pants. He was met by a few side glances, a few hungry eyes and a few indifferent bodies that didn’t even look at him. He swallowed, suddenly feeling very warm, this was terrifying. His future mate was in this room, the person he’d either love or hate to spend the rest of his life with.

There were so many people here, bidding would be high this year, too many Alphas, not enough Omegas. Shiro looked around, he’d come last year, against his will, he didn’t agree with this distasteful sexism. He scowled, checking his watch, only another thirty minutes to The Auction, which usually lasted an hour. Shiro was 27, most Alphas came here as early as they could, eager to find an Omega to breed and take care of, not Shiro, he was forced by law to start attending at the age of 25, he hated that law.

Shiro adjusted his tie, yeah, he hated The Auction, but it was expected for everyone to dress up. He glanced around, looking over most of the bodies in the room. He lurched forward, taken back by a weight pushing against him from behind. He caught himself before he could fall but glanced over his shoulder in annoyance, bright blue eyes stared back.

“I’m so sorry!” The small Omega apologized, hands up in surrender, he caught Shiros eye, instantly looking down out of respect “I’m so, so, sorry Alpha.” He addressed. Shiro sighed, his expression softening. He turned around to face the dark-haired figure. He was an attractive man, brown hair curling around his bronze skin, blue centred outfit that complimented his bright blue eyes.

Shiro caught himself staring, looking down the body of the Omega and glancing back up again, “don’t apologize,” he offered “it was an accident.”

This seemed to make the boy perk up a little, at least his head wasn’t down anymore, a smile graced his lips and Shiro felt truly blessed.

“What’s your name?” Shiro asked lightly, a part of him twisted when the Omega looked surprised, shocked that the first thing an alpha wanted to know about him was his name and not something like 'have you had your first heat?’ Or 'how many knots have you taken?’

“L-Lance.” He supplied, stammering as his face turned red “might I ask yours?” He seemed cautious, like asking for his name was a slur.

“Shiro, my pleasure to meet you.” This sent Lances face bright pink and a welcomed smell filled the small area very faintly, barely selective around so many bodies, Lance was nervous. This made Shiro suppress a small laugh, “are you alright? You seem flustered.”

“A-Am I alright?” Lance echoed, his face twisting into even more embarrassment “I-I’m fine, alpha I-”

“Shiro” he corrected, noticing the bob of Lances Adam’s apple as the man swallowed dryly.

“/Shiro/” Lance breathed “I just, I’m surprised.” He explained, taking a careful step forward. “Most people would’ve slurred at me for tripping into them, or would’ve gotten mad at me for speaking without being spoken to, or-”

“Sexist bullshit.” Shiro breathed, making Lances eyes widen. He looked around, as if worried someone might’ve heard Shiro, which of course they didn’t in a crowd this busy. “You’re a human being, yeah?”

Lance raised an eyebrow, as if it was a trick question, “…yes?”

“Then you should be treated like one.” Something in Lance clicked and the alpha could see it, his eyes lighting up and a smile taking place on his lips, it all faded suddenly at a realization.

“Then what are you doing at The Auction?” He asked curiously, taking one more step closer to Shiro.

“Legally, I have to go for 5 years at the age of 25, after that I’m free to do as I please, continue coming here or live my life mateless, or, should someone cross my path, mate on my own terms.” He supplied, making Lances eyes widen again, “I’ve been coming for 2 years, this is my third Auction.”

“So, you’d never buy an Omega?” Lance questioned, popping out his hip and raising an eyebrow, a coy smirk finding his face as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. His vest shifted, reflecting the gentle light of the room, it was silky.

Shiro had thought about it before “well,” he began “I would, but only under specific circumstances.” He began, this time it was his turn to shift closer to Lance “if I were at the Mixer portion of the evening, and I met one of the Omegas for Auction,” he continued, shifting his gaze to look thoughtfully, a smirk on his lips “and we hit it off, and started chatting,” he glanced back down to Lance, “then maybe, I’d ask them if it was alright if I bid on them.” He concluded, “but of course, if they said no, I’d step away and never bother them again.” He took a step back, realizing that he’d gotten extremely close to Lance.

The omega looked completely flustered, hands pulling at the fabric of his vest as he stared at the floor. “A-and, if the Omega asked you to bid on /them/?” He muttered, just loud enough for Shiro to hear, looking up at the man with his eyes, not moving his head.

“That also depends,” he stated, “on whether or not I feel a connection.” Lance looked almost disappointed, almost. Shiro wished he could’ve caught more of the expression, tried to figure it out.

“Oh, well, I should go.” Lance offered, “I’m sure you would rather be left alone if you’re not buying.”

Shiro pushed forward, gently grabbing Lances wrist before he could walk away “nobody said I wasn’t buying.” He felt his cheeks heat up, avoiding eye contact, he could feel that intense blue stare on him.

“W-what?” Lance sputtered, gently tugging his hand free from Shiros grasp “but you just said-”

“I said, if I found one I enjoyed talking to,” he smiled, looking up to Lance “of course, I haven’t had enough time to chat with you, but I’d like to, if that’s alright.” He composed himself, bringing his hand back to his side “of course if you’d rather socialize to try and coax a bidder, that’s fine.” He offered, looking around. “But I’d like to enjoy some appetizers with you.”

Lance shook his head “we can’t have the food.”

“No,” Shiro corrected “you can’t take the food from the trays,” he scowled “again, sexist /bullshit/, but I’d gladly get some for you if you’d like.” Lance seemed star-struck, staring up at Shiro. He gave a slight nod, “anything catching your eye?” Shiro looked around at the few betas that filled the room; the waitresses and waiters.

Lance didn’t say anything but he looked at the contents of the trays, something seemed to catch his eye but he glanced away quickly. “It’s fine, I don’t need anything, this figure doesn’t keep up by itself” he teased, winking at Shiro which made the alpha blush. “Pink looks good on you, Shiro,” he nudged the man “you should wear it more often.”

Shiro glanced down to himself, he wasn’t wearing pink? Wait- was Lance talking about the blush? He looked up, opening his mouth to say something but the Omega was gone. He glanced around the room, catching a flash of brunette hair moving through the crowd, a smile gracing his lips.

“Lance.” He whispered to himself, Lance was a nice name, there was something about the man that he just couldn’t put his finger on. His ocean blue eyes that danced with a million different shades, the half smile that he got, the way he glowed when Shiro talked to him.

Shiro had told himself he wouldnt bid on an Omega, but somehow, Lance had changed his mind, of course he still disagreed with this whole thing, but should Lance let him? He was going to bid on the Blue Omega.

Keith stood at the edge of the room, glaring around at all the sick fucks that gathered here, scowling.

“Nobody’s going to bid on you with an expression like that.” He heard the voice from beside him, a brunette Omega wearing blue.

“Who says I /want/ anyone bidding on me?” He countered, watching the Omega fill his cup with the cheaper punch that was at the Omega table. Not much of a table, it was smaller than the one for the guests, holding only a punch bowl and a few trays of crackers. “Who are you? Why do you care who bids on me?”

“I’m Lance.” He replied “and I don’t care, it’s your own demise.” He stated bluntly, taking a sip of punch. “Better to at least get someone your age or attractive.”

“As opposed to?” Keith countered, they all seemed terrible in his opinion.

“Some old rich dude, looking for eye-candy to latch onto his arm.” Lance explained, scanning the room. Keith hadn’t even thought of that, it would be bad enough for him to end up with any alpha, none-the-less one a million years old. “You’re Keith, right? I saw you up in the dorms earlier.”

“Y-yeah, I’m Keith,” he stuttered, looking around the room at all the different bodies.

“Alright, /Keith/, I’m going to be perfectly straight with you, well, as straight as I can be, I’m gay, but-” this warrented a small smirk from the blue Omega, which made Keith’s eyes light up slightly, “that’s not important, what is important is that you’re attractive, you have nice clean skin, your hair compliments your complexion, your eyes are pretty,” he rambled on, Keith’s face changed to a light shade of pink at the praise. “Now you just need to change that personality, go out there, socialize.”

“I’ve been training for 6 years, the entirety of this stupid school, I’ve been working out, I’ve been teaching myself self defence Lance, I’m not getting bought today.” He growled, the blush gone “I’m going to challenge any alpha fucker that bids on me.” Lance just raised a doubtful eyebrow before sighing.

“Of course you are. Fine, a word of advice?” Lance took another sip of his punch “I don’t know if you paid any attention in the classes, or even if you took some of the electives but in the pleasuring class we learned about pressure points. They’re usually used to make Alphas feel good but I suppose it would work as a way to distract them and make them weaker.” Keith was intrigued, he eagerly stepped forward, regretting every class he didn’t pay attention to or didn’t take


Lance walked away from the punch table, he couldn’t believe he just told Keith every pressure point on an Alphas body; groin, tailbone, side of their ribs, their collar bones and their hips. Lance had aced that class.

“Lance!” A familiar voice drew him from his thought and he glanced around.

“Shiro?” The tall alpha was walking towards him with two napkins, one in each hand.

He pushed between a few bodies that were moving, a few that weren’t, getting frustrated by the lack of cooperation. Lance had to laugh at the odd glare he’d send to an unknowing victim. Finally the taller man made it and smiled “hey, you kinda disappeared earlier.” He breathed.

“Had to make my rounds, I see you’ve found me again, none the less.” He smirked, hopeful. Shiro was strong, attractive, /nice/, Lance wanted Shiro, too bad the alpha didn’t bid unless the stars aligned.

“Well, yeah.” He said, as if it were obvious, “I promised you food.” He handed Lance one of the napkins, it had an assortment of different sugary looking things on it. Lance felt his face heat up, these were the ones he wanted?

“H-how did you know that I-”

“You were staring at the tray with these on it.” He supplied, Lance sniffed the light purple cloth in his hands, his face lighting up, they smelled even better than they looked. His hand gingerly shifted the treats into one palm, his now-free digits reaching for one of the snacks. There were four, a lightly powdered red one, a chocolate-looking square one, and two that looked like gummies. He wanted the chocolate one, chocolate was Lances favourite and he hadn’t had it in /years/, the school didn’t provide such luxuries and Omegas weren’t allowed to get jobs to buy things. He hesitated, deciding to reach for the powdered one first, he’d save the brown treat for last. He picked it up and took a bite, the taste dancing on his tongue and mixing with his spit, thickening it and leaving a sweet strawberry taste. He purred affectionately, he hadn’t had something so delicate in forever. “Good?” Shiro asked expectantly, eyes shimmering hopefully. Lance nodded, giving a thumbs up as he swallowed.

“Amazing.” He confirmed, “here.” Lance looked onto Shiros napkin and found the identical treat, picking it up between two of his slim digits and reaching for Shiros mouth as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. “Open up.”

Shiros expression was dumb-founded and Lance swore he could see the inklings of a blush as the alpha complied and Lance gently set the sweetness into his mouth. He pulled his fingers out, wiping them on his dress shirt so the weren’t covered in icing sugar. Shiros eyes seemed to light up and dazzled with contentment, he made a “mhmm” sound in agreement as he nodded. Lance couldn’t help but smile at how the man of such stature was enthralled with the wonderment of a child.

Lance grabbed the two gummies, both red, and placed them into his mouth. Despite the fact that they were hard to chew and stick to his teeth, they were also quite enjoyable. He closed his eyes in appreciation, his hand settling on his lips to cover his chewing as he spoke “dese are hard do chew.” He struggled with the words as his jaw stuck together, ignoring the small laugh from Shiro that made his heart swell. When he finally opened his eyes when he had swallowed, smiling lightly.

Chocolate, Lances favourite food in the world. He widened his eyes eagerly at the piece, lifting his hand to grab it. As if on cue, the napkin was suddenly slapped from his hands and fell to the floor. He watched it in surprise, the way the chocolate slipped from his grasp. He made a small whining noise before looking to the face that met his.

“Such delicacies are for the guests,” a cool voice breathed, the man was tall and limber, his pale skin made him look terrifying against his long white hair. Blue eyes pierced Lances, “not for Omegas.”

Lance hadn’t realized he wasn’t speaking until a figure pushed defensively in front of him “I gave it to him.” Shiro explained, a growl accenting his voice “the rules say he can’t take food from the trays, he didnt, I did.” He stated. Lance felt small behind Shiro, peeking over his shoulder to see the previous man bristling, eyes narrowed in a scowl.

“Still, Omegas deserve no more than they need.” He muttered defiantly, which just made Shiros shoulders go up in frustration, effectively blocking Lances view.

“Omegas deserve just as much respect as any alpha, we’re all human beings.” This earned a scoff, Lance could practically hear the eyeroll. “You just ruined his food, I suggest you leave, apologize, or get him some more.” Shiro growled again, a warning sound. Lances hand rested nimbly onto Shiros upper arm.

He stared at the white-haired Alpha like he was trying to burn holes into his head, the only thing bringing him from the glare being the soft touch on his arm. He turned to Lance, giving the man his attention. “Don’t worry about it, Shiro, he’s right, I shouldn’t be eating the food.”

“/Shiro?/” the other alpha seethed, making the taller look back towards him. “Address him as alpha, skank.”

Shiro bared his teeth, he wanted to fight this man, his eyebrows knit and he pressed a hand against the Alphas chest, forcefully pushing him an arms length away, making him stumble slightly. “Don’t call him a skank.” He stated bluntly, “Lance, don’t call me Alpha,” his gaze didn’t falter and he got no confirmation from Lance other than a slight squeeze of reassurance on his arm.

The opposing alpha pursed his lips and huffed in exasperation, turning to leave the area, making Shiro smile triumphantly. He turned back to Lance and the smile faded. He was looking at the ground, a frown on his face. “I was saving that.” He muttered, Shiro knew it was more to himself than to the alpha. The brunette squatted, trying not to get in people’s way as he picked up the chocolate and placed it in the napkin, wrapping it so he could throw it away when he was given the opportunity.

Shiro had started to bend over to help, pausing only when Lance stood back up, his eyes met the Alphas.

In hindsight, at the end of the day, Shiro supposed that was the second he fell for Lance. The way his blue eyes, despite the prickling sadness, dazzled with appreciation, gratitude towards the alpha. His hair brushed against his cheeks and he brought his delicate fingers up to brush it behind his ear. The omegas lips were soft and Shiro wanted desperately to embrace them, claim them as his own. His eyelashes settled on his cheeks when he blinked, long enough to grace them briefly. “Nobody’s ever stood up for me before.” He breathed.

Shiro felt warm, he had made Lance feel safe. His entire chest swelled and was surprised by his own words, his eyes widening as soon as the man spoke.

“I want to bid on you.”

Today our HUGE Amiami box came and it’s two months of backed up YOI stuff (plus stuff from other series but this post is focusing on just YOI), so here is an absolutely massive loot post. I  think this literally almost doubled our YOI collection.

First off is the Chara-Forme Yuri on Ice Acrylic Strap Collection Vol.3 by Empty! These are all Kiss and Cry themed and in my opinion this is one of the cutest sets they’ve released. Look even Georgi is adorable lol. 

This is the Yuri!!! on Ice Rubber Strap Collection Pair by Movic. There’s actually one non-pair in there as you can see lol. Yes they did remember the ring on the Victuuri one, by the way. Recent merch has been getting better about this, thankfully. I really like this set a lot (especially the bottom two. IDEAL). The only thing I’m not a fan of is how the ‘transparent strap’ style of them washes out the color in their faces a bit so you can’t see their blushes from the original art! 

The  Chara-Forme Yuri on Ice Acrylic Strap Collection Vol.2 by Empty! These are all based on the ED theme. The Yuuri in this set is blessed by angels. I don’t make the rules. It’s just true. 

Yuri!!! on Ice Clear Rubber Strap by Sol International. These are really cute and creative and all the straps have different colored sparkly backgrounds!! The top three are obviously themed to go together (both Yuuri and Victor are singing omg), and Yuuri is talking to a tiny Phichit on the bottom one of him. Also Victor and Yuuri as JOINT HASETSU AMBASSADORS is the best thing I never knew I needed. 

Yuri!!! on Ice Choko Kawa Rubber Strap by Sega. I really like the art in this set. It’s really soft and the thick lines are nice!! Also the skating Yurio has a sweet expression, which is rare but good. 

es Series nino Rubber Strap Collection by Kotobukiya. Chris’s pose is so extra. Haha I don’t have much to say here. They’re cute. 

Yuri!!! on Ice YuraYura Keychain by Bushiroad. For some reason my photos of all of these turned out really poorly, so you get these photos where the ones I’m selling are cut off, which I guess doesn’t really matter. I wonder why they put Yuuri in that promo outfit he never wears in so much stuff. I mean it’s a nice outfit but. Anyway, I ended up really LOVING these. The colors are super bright and the art is adorable!! Also no photos but they’re just as detailed on the back (for example Yurio’s hair is braided in the back on the keychain). 

Yuri!!! on Ice Tojikore Acrylic Keychain Vol.2 by TwinCre. So these are actually keychains, but they came with plastic stands, so you can display them as acrylic stands as well which is the BEST IDEA EVER. I love this so much and I dearly hope more keychain sets do it because it is so clever and handy. @abarero figured out a really, really awesome way to display our excessive amounts of keychains, but even then, this is always going to be better to me than hanging up yet another set of keychains. ANYWAY, every single keychain in this set is a gift; from banquet dancing to katsudon pirozhki to just… all of them. It’s so good. Absolutely one of my top three faves released for the series so far. 

Here’s keychains that came by themselves!

The History Maker Yuuri and the ending theme sparkler Yuuri were ACTUALLY amiami exclusive bonuses that came with the Kiss and Cry keychains and the Ending Theme keychains, but since they packed them separately I forgot to include them in those pictures. Whoops. 

Anyway, the big chibi keychains of Victor, Yuuri, Yurio, JJ, and Otabek are by Avex and they’re chibi versions of the Comiket exclusive release keychains. JJ, Otabek, and Yurio belong to @pantacular. 

Charappuccino Phichit is by Birthday. I actually did have Victor and Yuuri ordered too, but they were a couple of the items that got canceled, and they were out of stock. I actually did manage to find them on another site and have reordered them, but they’re not here yet. This keychain is so precious. 

The Tsumamare Victor and Yuuri are the little keychains hanging by their shirts. They’re by Cospa. They’re so cute and expressive. Especially the Yuuri! 

Bocchi-kun are by ACG and they’re the little tiny pouty keychains. They’re super cute, but I admit I’m a little disappointed by how tiny they are. Though I’m familiar with the line, I’ve never ordered a Bocchi-kun before, so I was unaware of their size. I don’t regret ordering them, and I’d still have gotten them (it’s not like they were pricey), but yeah, small. 

That single Yuuri is a Jelly Charm by ACG. And lastly is the Oshikura Victor by Orange Rouge. This actually came out in January, but I missed ordering it. Victor and Yurio are relatively easy to find, but Yuuri seems to be sold out everywhere, so Victor is having to wait. I did find Yuuri somewhere, but he’s a bit overpriced. It’s not TOO bad though, so I’ll probably go ahead and bite the bullet and get him instead of having to resort to bidding on auctions.  


In front, Love&Life and On Ice Victor and Yuuri cellphone stands from Atelier Magi because they’re great. Behind that, Cospa’s Vkusno! rice bowl. Next to that, Gyugyutto cushion straps of Victor and Yuuri by Bell House (Victor gets katsudon but poor Yuuri doesn’t lol). Behind them, Victor and Yuuri mugs by Gift. And inside the mugs, Victor and Yuuri Nitotan plush by Takara Tomy ARTs (which are super cute and nicely detailed). 

Here’s the inside of the rice bowl:

‘sup from Yuuri

Okay here we go. More non-keychain loot.

The Playful Mind (that’s the brand) collaboration stuff was cute as shit so I picked up some stuff from it. Good stuff, high quality, adorable art. 

There’s two (faux) leather trays, a coin purse, a phone case, and two cord holders. 

Above that is two pass cases of Victor and Yuuri being dapper in suits by A3! There were keychains released by Animega with this art, but they are near IMPOSSIBLE to get, and I’m resigned to the fact that it will never happen, so when I saw these pass cases, I decided to snag them instead. You can use them as keychains, so they essentially serve the same purpose.  

There’s Victor and Yuuri hair clips by Emu, which I’ll actually probably sell because they are big! I thought they’d be little ones judging by the price, but they’re big and I have short hair, so we’ll see about that. Above that is three sets of can badges, all by Movic. Then there’s the super cute 2016-2017 School Calendar, which I’m so pleased stands up on its own. 

Down below is three pens. Two of them are those kitschy ‘floaty’ ones where a figure floats down the pen, in this case it’s Victor and Yuuri ‘skating down’ a rink in the pen. They’re cute. The other one is a really cool, elegant pen themed after Yuuri’s FS outfit. 

Some closer up pics: 


The softe things.

Usually I crop images to just the merchandise but like hell I was going to crop out my cat. Oxford now graces this post with his remarkable presence. 

Makkachin tissue box cover by Avex Pictures. Just as fluffy as all the rumors have foretold. 

Then! The Victor and Yuuri pillowcases by M’s. Extremely soft fabric!! Would recommend for resting head upon. The picture is kind of a bad angle and frankly they BOTH look weird in this photo because of it but… I think, upon seeing it in person, the complaints about Victor’s face are very unwarranted. He actually looks really good and sweet and gentle in person and very much like Victor? The problem is parts of the rest of his body, where the anatomy is wonk (but this is just the pillow, so it’s only shoulders up and you don’t get that). And Yuuri looks great of course.  

ANYWAY, that’s end of this massive post. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I’ll have a sales post up pretty soon.  ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤


I recognize the man who bid on me at the auction. Christian grudgingly lets me go, but he’s amused, too.

“Be my guest. Anastasia, this is John Flynn. John, Anastasia.


Christian smirks at me and wanders off to one side of the dance floor.

“How do you do, Anastasia?” Dr. Flynn says smoothly, and I realize he’s British.

“Hello,” I stutter.

The band strikes up another song, and Dr. Flynn pulls me into his arms. He’s much younger than I imagined, though I can’t see his face. He’s wearing a mask similar to Christian’s. He’s tall, but not as tall as Christian, and he doesn’t move with Christian’s easy grace.

Moments I have witnessed intense KnB fans in Japan

Upon request here’s my post of personal experiences I’ve seen or been in that show how Japanese KnB (mainly Akashi) fans are that you probably won’t see too often back in your home country. 
*If you are one of these fans, I’m not saying stop doing it or you shouldn’t do it, but just be responsible and don’t neglect other priorities and don’t inconvenience others…and be reasonable. Also these are things I’m not used to seeing so for me it’s quite eyebrow-raising. Thanks. 

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Gift art for @krusca for helping me feel better <3

Also! As a reminder. I am currently holding 2 auctions for the Stony Trumps Hate event. If you’re looking for me to draw you something cute like the one piece above, I have a finish piece I am auctioning and a commission I am auctioning off. All you gotta do is bid for it and if you win, you donate the money to whatever charity STH has listed and then you get some art from me!

All the information you need to find out how to bid is Here.
Link to my auctions are Here.

Celebrity AU ideas

“i was scratching my nose, not bidding on the charity auction, but i won a date with you anyway and i don’t have the money but i’m not giving it up” au

“i’m a pop star with a bad relationship rep and you’re a hot actor whose last two movies flopped, i think we can help each other out” fake dating au

“i just lost the Celebrity X Lookalike Contest (I AM Celebrity X) and threw a tantrum about it, you’re the security guard who escorted me out and doesn’t believe me” au

“you’re the photographer who’s been camped in front of my penthouse apartment for two weeks and i finally got lonely enough to come downstairs and share my leftovers with you” au

“wait, you’re supposed to be DEAD and i just recognized you at the grocery store, turns out you just didn’t want to be a celebrity anymore” au

“we were both child stars on the same show, your career skyrocketed and mine went nowhere, now 20 years later you’re on my doorstep at 3 a.m.” au

Special Affair (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

A/N: Remember like a month or two or however many ago when I was on a jealousy kick? c: This is just a little intermission snack for some Bruce/HANK (I MISS HIM) requests I’m workin’ on~ ♥

Word Count: 1936

“Again, I can’t express enough how thankful I am that you all came here tonight and how supportive you’ve been. I just wanted to remind everyone that the charity auction will be ending shortly, so don’t forget to place any last bids while you still can! Enjoy the rest of your night.” I stepped away from the mic stand and went back to all of my guests. I was hosting a sort of thank you dinner for Gotham Outreach, a non-profit organization myself and some college friends started to help the youth of this city. It was also the celebration of our first year running and I couldn’t have asked for more success for a starter organization.

 I was enjoying a laugh and champagne with my co-founders when I noticed a guest freeing himself from an older set of donors. “Bruce Wayne… I haven’t seen you all night, thought my invitation got lost in the mail.”

 “I was stuck in meetings all day but made sure to carve out my evening for this very special occasion.”

 I smiled. Never for a moment did he fail to be charming. “You know Mr. and Mrs. Dunham?”

 “They were long time friends of my parents. I grew up around their grandson.”

 “I see.”

 “This is an amazing turnout. I believe congratulations are in order.”

 “Thank you, thank you. Yeah, it’s beautiful isn’t it? I never imagined things would be this great.”

 “And I see some of the kids you’ve helped here.”

 I shook my head and looked around the event hall. “No… We all helped them. Everyone here, every donation, every helping hand. We all changed their lives.”

 “Y/N?” I turned around at the sound of my name from a vaguely familiar voice to see the face of an old friend.

 “Oh my G- Teddy??”

 He laughed and reached for a hug. “It’s so good to see you, Y/N!”

 “Yes yes, it’s been so long! Oh my goodness!”

 He turned to Bruce before extending his hand. “Bruce Wayne, a pleasure to meet you.”

 “Oh my gosh- Bruce, this is Tedd- I’m sorry. Dr. Theodore Durant.”

 “Nice to meet you, Dr. Durant.”

 “Please, call me Theo. The pleasure’s mine. It’s not everyday you get to meet Mr. Wayne Enterprises himself.”

 “I thought you were still in Syria?” I cut in before this became a boys club meeting.

 “I was up until two days ago when I remembered I had a very important charity event to attend.”

 I rolled my eyes. “Please, tell me you didn’t stop saving lives for champagne in Gotham.”

 “Champagne in Gotham with a very dear friend. Congratulations, Y/N.”

 “Thank you, Teddy.” I felt my face burn and took a sip from my champagne glass in attempt to hide any visible redness.

 “Saving lives?” Bruce asked, eyes suddenly staring dead into mine. If I wasn’t red before his stare would surely do the trick.

 “Oh, umm- Teddy’s busying himself lately doing some Doctors Without Borders work overseas. His latest venture was in Syria.”

 “Doctors Without Borders, that’s amazing. What kind of work are you doing?”

 “Pediatrics,” Teddy answered. “You know in another life, this one would have been right beside me doing the same thing,” he spoke, pointing his glass in my direction.

 “Oh no no. You see, I thought I could handle pediatrics until I thought of another more suitable way I could help out children.”

 “And here you are today…” The way Teddy spoke those words…  I looked at him and it seemed like he was in absolute awe of me. I wasn’t used to people being in awe, being proud of me. It was an unfamiliar but amazing feeling.

 “So you two… met in med school?” Bruce questioned.

 I snapped out of my haze, looking at him. “No, we met in undergrad school. We started dating a little ways through our second year.”

 “Oh. You two dated previously?”

 “Yes, but ended it after about five years and some change. Teddy was completely swamped getting prepared for med school and I was working with the co-founders here trying to plan the future of the Outreach. Two very busy times in both our lives, it wasn’t fair to either of us to try to carve out time for a relationship.”

 “I see. Admittedly I’m familiar with that unfortunate predicament.”

 “Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, relationship struggles? I wouldn’t believe that if I saw it with my own two eyes,” Teddy said before chuckling, shaking his head and drinking from his glass.

 “Trust me, it’s not as easy as some think.”

 “Teddy’s been generous enough to donate and send families in need of help to the Outreach. He’s been a great help, even all the way across the world.”

 “Well Gotham’s home. I don’t have to be here to want the best for this city. The best for you… Besides, you know my upbringing; I wish I had a Gotham Outreach when I was coming up-”

 “-Oh please, because you just turned out so terribly-”

 “- Hey, just because I turned my coal to diamonds doesn’t mean I didn’t wish I had more help along the way, alright?” We laughed together, Bruce silently huffing a laugh to himself before Teddy parted ways to make his rounds. He was only in town for a short while and had more familiar faces to catch up with, and while he insisted I refused to hog his time to myself.

 I shook my head to myself. “I can not believe he actually came. I thought it was wishful thinking sending him that invite, thinking word would ever get to him…”

 “Don’t think you’re worth the trip?”

I rolled my eyes and made my way over to the bar to grab another glass of champagne as Bruce walked with me. “He came here for the same reasons everyone else did: to support the Outreach.”

 Bruce nodded to himself. “Perhaps. Then again, maybe he gets a little lonely all the way in Syria…”

 I laughed. “Sometimes it shocks me when you let your sense of humor come out to play.”

 “Oh, am I joking now?”

 “What is it, Bruce? You wanna be the only handsome philanthropist in my life?” I teased.

 “So you think he’s handsome?”

 I laughed again. Of course he’d ignore the fact I was calling him handsome, too. “Here,” I said as I handed him a glass of bubbly, also grabbing one for myself. “Have a glass of champagne, maybe two. Loosen up and enjoy yourself, okay? I’m gonna go personally thank a few more people, check on the auction. You owe me a dance before you leave, you hear me?”

 “Well, can’t end the night without a dance, can we?”

 I grinned as I slowly backed away from him before turning around to tend to some of my other guests. When the time came for the winners of auction bids to be announced I took to the podium with the other co-founders and called names. As I walked down the stairs of the stage to return to the party, my partner Micah made his way back to the mic. “What better way to top off a beautiful evening of charity than to say that not only have we met our goal for tonight, but we are nearly twelve grand over! That being said we’re very grateful and are closing donations for the night; of course, any donations after tonight can be received through the Gotham Outreach website…” I listened for another second before hearing a familiar name. I looked around the room, at everyone applauding, before finding Bruce sipping from his glass. Once we made eye contact I made my way over to him. He rested his glass on the bar before I grabbed him by the hand to pull him to the floor for the dance I told him to save for me.

 We stared at each other and said nothing as we swayed side to side to the music the live band was playing. At least, we said nothing until he smirked and said a polite congrats to me.

 I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Thank you, Bruce. And you can relax now. You know he brought a date, right? She had an emergency surgery and had to leave shortly before we ran into each other.”

 “A date when he clearly came to see you? What a fool.”

 “Well he wasn’t the one that donated an absurd amount of money to score some extra points with me. I know you didn’t bid in the auction, and I heard Micah mumbling your name after announcing we reached our goal. I’m sorry, we far surpassed our goal”

 “What you call absurd I call the least I can do.”

 “Now you should be ashamed of yourself, Bruce Wayne. Using a time like this as an opportunity to strut like a peacock.”

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about; I was moved by a good cause.”

 “If we’re being honest, a charity event isn’t the worst place to have a pissing match…”

 “There we go, finding the silver lining.”

 “Jokes aside, you know money doesn’t impress me. He’s donated just like you have, and you’ve both helped in other ways, too. This isn’t a who does it better contest, especially when you’re both so great at different things.”

 “Who said I was trying to impress you? I’m just as interested in helping Gotham’s youth as anyone here.”

 “You know, I’m in such an amazing mood tonight that I’m gonna choose to believe that.”

 He smiled. “I’m glad to hear it. Now how good of a mood are we talking?” he mumbled after dropping his voice an octave or two, leaning closer to me.

 I chuckled. “You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”

 “If I were a lesser man I would have kissed you here in front of him and everyone else already, although that’s not to say I don’t want to…”

 “You know I’m not kissing you in public. The last thing I want is to be plastered on the front of a newspaper as Bruce Wayne’s next conquest.”

 “Fine, then kiss me in the car on the way to my place.”

 “Ever the Lothario.”

 “Always a gentleman first. You’re in such a great mood, I can only think of one way to finish this night… ”

 I sighed. “You make a strong argument, Wayne.” His grip tightened just enough for me to look up at him into his eyes, kind but something less gentlemanly lurking behind them. Something feral. I had to look away if I was gonna stick to that no kissing in public rule. “I can’t just leave them to wrap up here.”

 He brought his hand from my waist to my forehead before his brow furrowed slightly. “You know… I thought you were looking a little green, but now…” He nodded to himself. “Now I see you feel a bit warm, too. I think you may have had a bit too much to drink, don’t you?” The corner of his mouth turned upward a bit before he winked at me. I laughed and shook my head. Who would have thought, Bruce of all people telling me to play hooky and ditch clean up duty.

 “… Tell them you saw me dash for the bathroom, looking pretty bad, then come get me.”

 “I’ll text you when the car’s outside ready for you. Now go.”

 “You’re fun when you misbehave, Wayne,” I purred as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, backing away from him to head to the ladies’ room.

 “You haven’t seen me in action yet…”


A Tommy imagine where they’re both at a horse bidding and they are the only ones bidding on the horse and they keep going back in forth and then he ends up winning etc / kinda like May and Thomas.

I changed it up a wee bit pls forgive.

Tommy Shelby x reader 

You weren’t really one to come to the horse auctions these days. You used to go with your father all the time when you were younger. You loved seeing all of it everyone buying different horses wondering where they were all going to end up. You were born into an old money family. Your father was constantly at business meetings or events but what he loved to do was horse training and betting. Obviously, he can’t do it all himself so your older siblings and mother help out too. You used to love it, loved all of it. The endless fields and wonderful horses available for you at any time. But as you grew older the more lonely you became. You were forced to hang out with other rich kids but as you all grew older all conversation was how they were going to inherit daddy’s money and follow in his footsteps. After this, you began to resent the fields you spent all that time alone in.

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the afternoon, the evening; the cups, the tea

Title: the afternoon, the evening; the cups the tea
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Rating/Length: PG-13 / ~14,000
Summary: They don’t have much time, but Chris and Darren find a few days to hide away during the Carnival of Basel in Switzerland.

This story exists as a part of the Prufrock ‘verse, but can be read as a stand-alone fic.

Written for @fandomtrumpshate, auction bid won by @stopandimaginelove. Thank you to @accidentalacoustics and @alittledizzy for putting their eyes on it.


among some talk of you and me…


“You’re crazy.”

“You say that so often I think it means I love you.”  Darren looked up from his laptop with a grin.  Chris sat on the other end of the couch, frowning at his own glowing screen and not responding.  Darren scrunched his nose. “Not so much?”

“This is a Bad Idea,” Chris commented instead, tapping at the keyboard with impatient fingers.

“Did you say that with all caps, or did I just hear it that way?”

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Bidding on the Avengers (Part Thor)

F!reader x Thor

Read Bidding on the Avengers:

Part 1

A/n: First I want to thank everyone for the sweet comments on part 1! I also wanted to thank @sharknadoslut for helping me out! You give me the confidence to keep writing!

So I am  starting this auction off with Thor. This is pretty fluffy, and turned out much longer than expected. The reader will vary for each character. (I just think it’s more fun that way).

Feel free to comment or talk to me! And let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!


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“Next person for auction, is the mighty god of thunder!”

Applause erupted from the crowd as Thor walked up on stage. It was obvious he was enjoying himself; smiling, waving, and winking at everyone in the audience. When the bidding started, the poor auctioneer could barely keep up. The more offers Thor got, the more showboating he did. 

He ripped  his shirt open buttons flying everywhere, and flexed for the audience. Who responded with loud cheers and whistling.


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