#keyhole fasteners

[rizsu]

BOO! gotcha~ gojo satoru.

sum. he meticulously planned the night out, she was busy with her routine. ( basically gojo trying to be bold and manly but the bold and manly doesnt want to be him )

"BABE! COME QUICK — NOW!"

voice louder than ever, gojo's curled into a ball, on the couch, diverting his eyes everywhere but the tv screen. it was movie night — or so it was supposed to be. you left him alone in the creeping dark. left him all alone to tend to your nighttime routine.

you see, truth be told, he's absolutely terrified of horrors. the setting, the music, the jumpscares, the plot — everything. poor gojo wanted to be a romantic "i'm here for you," man for his girl but it seems like that plan is screwed! he does not have a plan b in mind. there was one sole plan and it didn't consider the possibility of him being scared shitless.

you both decided on having a horror marathon. as the month of halloween dawns closer, it's only fitting to watch horror-themed stuff, right? not quite. there's one person who's covering their eyes with the blanket every time it gets intense and it's no one other than gojo satoru.

the plan was picture-perfect:

a) get the scariest horror movie.

b) watch to see when you're scared.

c) put his arms around you, bring you into his body, and whisper, "it's okay, don't fear."

d) become your knight in shining armor.

clearly, this plan was not properly thought out. he's shivering in fear, waiting for his knight in shining armor to save him from the misery — and also from the thought of some demon waiting to jump at him from behind the tv.

the movie's soundtrack quiets, only the character's hesitating footsteps towards the locked room can be heard. as they walk closer, the door creaks open. nothing's in the room..? "that's... strange," they whispered, stepping into the room with their oil-based lamp. the camera pans to the left: nothing suspicious. it pans to the right: nothing out of the ordinary. it goes back to the center and—

"FUCK no," gojo turns the tv off. he knew what was about to come, and he wasn't going to sit through it.

suddenly, as if the saying of art mimics real life comes true, he hears the same hesitating footsteps. strange, the tv's off. absolutely not, he thinks, balling up the blanket ready to leave. fastening his steps to the front door, he grabs the keys off the counter. the keys have gone in the keyhole, and so did a hand on gojo's shoulder.

he freezes. body gone stiff. breathing halted. heartbeat intensifies. what the fuck.

"babe? where are you going?" you questioned, confused as to why gojo's ready to sneak out in pajamas and a blanket.

gojo doesn't respond. he's watched that movie for long enough to realize it doesn't have to be you who's talking.

however, it is you, and you're very confused. after finishing your routine, you came down to watch the movie with him only to be met with a mess of popcorn, tv off, and a missing gojo.

"babe? you alright?" you questioned again, this time grabbing him with both hands and turning him to face you.

"who are you?" it's his turn to question. you look like you, but are you really you? a question that only makes sense to the man himself.

"i'm y/n, duh."

"then prove it," he demands. if it's truly his beloved, he knows how she'd react.

hands on hip, your face twisted into a mix of confusion, deadpan, and slightly amused. "what are you on about, satoru?"

"oh my god you're an imposter," his conclusion makes him turn back to the door, frantically twisting the keys to unlock the barrier that keeps him from safety.

without looking back, he walked out the door, tripping on himself as he sought his safety. all you can do is shrug. he'll be back in two minutes maximum.

#+ rizsu: jujutsu kaisen. #jjk 236 got me feeling like that homeless ant #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jjk drabbles

[kaywavy]

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Astarion lifted the bear out of the basket-lid nest of his own stuffing. He examined the damage with the same expression he got when considering the keyhole of a locked door. He lined up the torn edges of Clive's belly far more easily than Wyll had and started fastening them together with pins.

When he was done Karlach let out an excited squeak, because Clive looked almost intact. Wyll smiled and shifted over to sit beside her. She grinned down at him and shook her hands in a tiny dance to express her delight. They were both keeping quiet because this situation felt weirdly fragile. Like when a wild animal wandered unusually close to you. Strange, a little surreal, and like a sudden movement or a loud noise might end it.

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Shadowheart kept her tent slightly away and above the rest of the group. It gave her privacy, and a better view of people approaching. And her shout gave everyone else about six seconds of warning before gnolls swarmed over the camp.

There were only four of them there--Tav and the others were out exploring a swamp. Wyll spent the six seconds he had to prepare warding himself against blades. He felt another spell, a golden blessing, settle over him. That was Shadowheart casting as she came running down from her tent. He could see Karlach ransacking her bags for that new battleaxe she wanted to try. He couldn't see Astarion, but that was typical in combat. Ideal, even.

The fight was straightforward and bloody. Karlach, bless her, howled murder and rage at the gnolls as they barreled into the circle of tents. The simple beasts howled in turn and swarmed her. This left Wyll and Shadowheart free to cast to their hearts' content and gave Astarion his choice of backs to stab.

When the bloodstained dust settled the camp was almost entirely intact. Karlach's tent was a notable exception--that was where all of the fighting had happened. The posts had been knocked over, one snapped in two. The canvas had collapsed on half of her possessions and the other half were scattered in the dirt.

But Karlach, high on adrenaline and victory, couldn't be anything but cheerful.

"This is great!" she exclaimed. "Nothing's on fire. Now if this happened in Hell--everything would be on fire. This is so much better! Did you see me with that axe?"

"I did!" Wyll said as he helped her roll a gnoll corpse off her rugs. "And so did this fellow."

They all started to clean up. Shadowheart and Astarion stripped the corpses of valuables and dragged them away from the campsite. They snarked cattily at each other in a way that, to Wyll's ears, almost bordered on companionable. Winning put everyone in a good mood. Wyll helped Karlach re-assemble her tent and they went over the fight together, blow by blow.

His first hint that something was wrong was when Karlach, in the midst of listing the pros and cons of axes as compared to greatswords, suddenly stopped talking. She had just pulled up the edge of her collapsed tent and was staring at something on the ground. Wyll walked around to see what she was looking at.

It was the teddy bear that Karlach kept in her tent. He had been torn almost in two, a ragged gash down his middle where he'd been trampled by some clawed foot. Stuffing was scattered around in the dirt, wispy white trails of cotton. A chunk of cotton hung out from the bear's belly wound, the palest gore Wyll had ever seen.

Karlach bent down to pick him up, taking particular care not to pull at the tear down his middle. Not to hurt him any more. She cradled him in her armored hands.

"Hey." She said quietly, then shook herself and called out: "Hey! Shadowheart?"

There was something in her tone that brought the cleric jogging over immediately. Astarion trailed behind her.

"Is something...?" Shadowheart stopped mid-sentence and mid-stride when she saw the eviscerated doll.

"Oh. Karlach," she said quietly. "Poor Clive."

"Clive?" Astarion mouthed incredulously at Wyll. Wyll nodded back, because that was the bear's name and at least Astarion was asking quietly.

"I don't suppose you have any spells that could help?" Karlach asked Shadowheart.

"No," Shadowheart said, not without sympathy. "My healing only works on flesh and blood."

"Yeah. I figured," Karlach said. She tried not to sound disappointed. She failed.

She just stood there for a moment, looking down at Clive. She couldn't take off her gauntlets, Wyll realized. She couldn't do anything to fix him herself--she'd just burn him.

"Hey now," he said, patting Karlach's elbow, which was generally cool enough for a brief touch as long as you were wearing armor. "We don't need the gods for help. We can figure this out."

Mizora wasn't the sort of patron to give him spells for fixing thing and he'd never mended so much as a torn handkerchief, but at least he had hands that kept to reasonable temperatures, and how hard could this be?

"Yeah?" Karlach said, bouncing back to hopeful with her usual resilience. "All right!"

She held Clive out to him. Wyll pulled off his gloves and started stuffing the white cotton back inside the bear's belly. He tried to tug the torn cloth closed over the wound. It was tricky to get the jagged edges to match up.

"I think we're going to need a needle," Wyll thought out loud. "And some string. You have any string, Karlach?"

"I got some rope?" she said.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Astarion snapped.

Wyll shot the elf a quelling glance, but Astarion had already turned on his heels and was stalking towards his own tent. That was probably for the best. If he couldn't be kind, being absent was second best.

They transferred Clive to a basket lid--that would keep him safe while they looked for what they'd need to repair him. Shadowheart helped Karlach put her tent back up and Wyll searched the ground for cotton, depositing what he found in the basket lid next to Clive.

They raided the camp supplies and brought back anything they thought might be useful. Rope. Shears. A pair of tongs. A fishing rod. The last was Shadowheart's idea, and thank goodness because the rope certainly wasn't going to work. Wyll unspooled the line off the rod and was trying to bend the hook into something more needle-shaped. Karlach was sitting by Clive with her chin propped on top of her clasped hands. Wyll heard her murmur once to the bear that he was being "a brave little soldier."

Shadowheart was standing a bit back, watching. So again, she was the first to notice when someone new approached.

"What do you want, Astarion?" she asked in a tone that suspected the answer was 'to make mockery' and warned against it.

"A glass of Berduskan Dark and a decent bookshop," he replied, unperturbed by the coldness. "But what I am doing is saving you from yourselves."

The vampire sat down in the midst of them, on one of Karlach's newly recovered pillows, and set a biscuit tin on the ground. It was the sort of delicate box you get from fancy confectioneries in Baldur's Gate. But this one was much dented and the paint had almost entirely worn away to reveal pale tin underneath.

Astarion opened the box and inside was a muted rainbow of thread. Thread of many different lengths, bound into neat little bundles and arranged by color, with white and black down one side, ranging into tans and browns, and a small collection of more strikingly colorful string in one corner. There was a black cloth ball skewered through with proper needles and pins of all different shapes and sizes. As if collected from many different sources.

Astarion extended a hand towards Karlach. "Give it here."

Karlach immediately handed over Clive's makeshift gurney and scooted closer to watch.

Astarion lifted the bear out of the basket-lid nest of his own stuffing. He examined the damage with the same expression he got when considering the keyhole of a locked door. He lined up the torn edges of Clive's belly far more easily than Wyll had and started fastening them together with pins.

When he was done Karlach let out an excited squeak, because Clive looked almost intact. Wyll smiled and shifted over to sit beside her. She grinned down at him and shook her hands in a tiny dance to express her delight. They were both keeping quiet because this situation felt weirdly fragile. Like when a wild animal wandered unusually close to you. Strange, a little surreal, and like a sudden movement or a loud noise might end it.

But maybe not so fragile, because Astarion ignored them entirely and picked up a bundle of brown thread. He held it up against Clive's fur and compared them critically. He rejected that bundle and the next two before finding a color of brown he liked. Then he untied the packet of thread with lockpick-careful fingers and let out only as much as he thought he'd need. He bit the thread to cut it and tied the rest he wasn't using back into a neat bundle, tucking it back into the biscuit tin.

He threaded one of his needles and started making tiny, neat stitches down the line of pins. He sewed with his right hand, and with his left plucked out the pins as he reached them, sticking them safely back in the cushion inside his box.

Halfway down Clive's chest he paused. He tapped Clive a few times with a fingertip, as if testing something.

"Why is this cloth so tacky?" he asked.

"Every week I rub him down with nether wart and magma cream," Karlach answered immediately. "Proper fire resistance potions, when I can get them. I can snuggle him for a good twenty seconds before he starts to smolder."

"Huh," Astarion said. He sounded incredulous and slightly impressed. He went back to sewing.

When there was only a small hole left in Clive's sternum Astarion picked up the recovered stuffing and tucked it all inside. Then he closed the wound entirely with a few more stitches, fastened a small knot in the end to hold it closed, and bit off the last bit of thread. He pulled at his stitching to test it. Up and down and across. Finally satisfied, he held the animal out to Karlach.

She snatched Clive up, surged to her feet, and twirled entirely around, clutching the bear to her chest. She let out a full-throated squeal that startled a cloud of birds out from the surrounding trees.

"Yes. Well. Fine," Astartion said, putting his needle away and deliberately not looking at Karlach. Wyll thought he sounded almost embarrassed and couldn't help but smile.

As if sensing this, Astarion glanced up at Wyll. He scowled.

"Shut up," he snapped.

"Did I say something?" Wyll asked mildly.

They were interrupted by Karlach, who landed between them in a crouch. Clive, smoldering slightly, was tucked securely into the crook of her armored elbow. She slapped the ground by Astarion with her palm, which was what she did when she wanted to clap someone companionably on the shoulder. A sort of stand in motion that didn't set anything on fire.

"You're a prince, mate," she told him. "A vampire prince!"

Astarion reacted to that particularly worded praise with an extremely complicated expression which Wyll registered and Karlach did not because she was still talking.

"I know I can't buy you a drink," she continued. "At least not the stuff you like best. So how about this: The next time someone gets on your nerves? Gives you shit? You tell me and I punch them. Proper haymaker, right in the kisser. Yeah?"

"How very generous," Astarion said archly. "I will keep your offer in mind."

"Yeah you will!" Karlach exclaimed, and then surged to her feet. "Hey, Withers! Look at Clive's battle scars!"

She barreled off. Shadowheart had left earlier, going back to the sensible task of moving rotting corpses away from the place where they all slept. This left Wyll and Astarion sitting in the semi-repaired remnants of the tent.

"Before you keep smiling at me like that," Astarion said, with an icy sort of threat in his tone. "You should consider that I now have a blank check from the barbarian to cause someone bodily harm."

"Heavens forfend we smile at each other," Wyll said, and though he was accommodatingly controlling his expression, the smile was still in his voice. "Or that we thank each other for kindness skillfully rendered."

"The only reason I did that," Astarion said, snapping his biscuit tin closed. "Was because it was irritatingly pathetic to watch three so-called heroes fail to rescue a stuffed animal."

But he said this quietly enough that Karlach wouldn't be able to hear, so Wyll didn't think it held much water. --- This fic was inspired by this extremely adorable fan art drawn by @tuherrus

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This part of a series. The rest of the story is on AO3.

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#astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #karlach #wyll ravengard #clive #teddy bear #baldur's gate iii

[bitternace]

understand, understand, the concept of love, amiright?

y'all should check out @teenyzines Kingdom Hearts' Uncharted Worlds Zine! It's a hundred pages + four phone backgrounds, and it's completely free!<3

[ID: A digital drawing featuring Beat, Gum, and Pots from Jet Set Radio Future facing Sora, Donald, and Goofy from the Kingdom Hearts Series in a triangular formation. The background is reminiscent of the inside of Jet Set Radio Future's Tokyo Underground Sewage Facility, with bright blue light coming from a hallway on the left.

On the far left, Pots, a grey-green dog with a white muzzle and chest, crosses his arms with a placed expression. He is wearing shorts and a long-sleeve shirt in blue, a black belt with a star buckle, black studded bracelets, an orange bandana, a green vest, green and orange 3D glasses, and grey and blue skates.

To his right is Gum with a slight frown, one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Sora. She wears a blue and yellow helmet, a white bodycon dress with blue and orange detailing on the hem, her v-neckline, and her high collar. She also wears black upper arm bands, blue and orange sweatbands, black knee braces, and blue, black, and white skates with yellow wheels.

Beside her is Beat, looking unamused. He holds a can of spray paint with one hand, and the back of the other is against his hip. He wears grey headphones, blue and white round glasses, a green shirt with black sleeves and red hemlines, black leggings, gloves, and grey and blue skates with orange wheels.

On the left, facing Beat, is Sora, holding a paint-stained white and black curved keyblade over his shoulder and a placid smile. He is wearing his crown necklace, black headphones with purple, green, orange, and red detailing around a decorative keyhole, a red shirt under a half-blue, half-black cropped jacket with a white hood and rolled-up sleeves, a single white elbow brace, white and blue fingerless gloves, black pants tucked into black and gold skates with purple detailing, and silver crown for caps.

To his right is Goofy, holding a stained paint palette with a metal section as a shield. He wears an orange beanie, square goggles, a white bandana, a green vest, and yellow baggy pants with blue arrow decorations on the knee pockets. His skates are brown, with silver caps, blue wheels, and arrows as fastenings.

On the far left is Donald, holding a slightly glowing staff topped with a black and gold spray can. He is frowning. He wears a blue beanie, grey and blue headphones, silver round goggles, a blue plate with a high neck covering his shoulders and part of his chest, with gold, silver, and bright blue decorations, and grey skates with blue and gold detailing and red fireworks attached to the sides. /End ID.]

#kh #zine tag! #fanzine #kingdom hearts #kh fanart #jet set radio future #jsrf #kh sora #kh goofy #kh donald #jsrf beat #jsrf pots #jsrf gum #crossover #my doods #this thing caters SPECIFICALLY to me sorry #and while i HAVE made this joke before #no one explained pots the dog skating and i am not explaining donald duck hope this helps<3 #long post #<-tagging on behalf that the ID got very long but it happens baby!! accesibility!! #also idk how much the quality dipped with reducing the canvas for posting but if anyone wants to see it in full hd just send me a message #which i doubt cause #AGAIN #catered to me specifically #the caption was gonna be a birthday cake reference because it's one of my fave songs on the soundtrack but like #the concept of love........ plot relevant to kh. ALSO #THE MORE I WORKED ON THIS the more i was like......... the themes of jsrf actually fit..... quite nicely with kh..... like......

[tvreadsandsleep]

» Domestic!Attoye || Attoye Prompt Drabbles || Master List «

Attuma had commissioned Talokan’s most sought after seamstress to handcraft the dress he would gift to Okoye for their first anniversary. The arch of her neck, weight of her breasts, curve of her hips, and alluring length of her legs had dominated his mind as he’d worked with the woman on the design of its panels.

It was paramount to Attuma that Okoye’s neck be bare, the better to tease and taste as they danced, so he’d had the neckline set along the tops of her clavicles. Desiring her skin be adorned with jewels, lines of beaded jade had been strung across the base of her throat. They’d embellished the keyhole cutout he’d had fashioned atop her breasts, the oval opening hinting at the treasure, his treasure, held within. Fascinated with the cutout, he’d had several more, these smaller in size, added to the waistline of the dress. They’d put the tone muscles of her abdomen, the space that would soon stretch with the growth of his children, on partial display.

Had Attuma been left to his own discretion, the dress’s hem would’ve extended no further than midthigh, but the seamstress had cautioned against the revealing of so much skin—not that any man, other than him, would’ve dared to take notice, his wrath a known and monstrous thing. He’d heeded her wisdom, though, allowing her to make the garment floor-length with flowing yards of fabric, which had been cut and fastened to glide around her has she walked.

In this, the dress became a gown worthy of a queen—his queen, the ruler of his mind, body and soul.

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #okoye #attuma #black panther wakanda forever #mywriting #i cheated with this one #it's over 200 words #but i'm not taking anything else out #i edit this so many times #attoyedailyprompt

[remesrobotics]

Psalm

GSN.000 - 詩篇 (しへん) / サーム  “Enjoy your game, and have a nice day!”

Good Point - Gentle Bad Point - Cowardly Like - Board game Dislike - Hot weather

5’1” (154.94 cm)

Note: Psalm is a 'sona and effectively the narrator muse for this blog. Any non-directed/general answers can be assumed to be coming from her (IE me)

From the edge of public awareness comes a collection of unusual ‘robots’ from outside of conventional reality that call themselves the God’s Servant Numbers, or GSNs. These metaphysical entities take on robot-esque forms in order to live amongst robots and humans, and rarely get involved with the habitual robot drama in the world. In general, they are only moved to combat in order to protect the defenseless against violent robots who are beyond reason… and to this end, most of them are terrifyingly powerful.

That can’t be said for Psalm; the ‘human’ element of the lot and a laughably weak non-combat robot who nevertheless serves as a focal point and interdimensional doorway for the others to exist on the physical plane.

She appears as a somewhat out of shape humanoid robot dressed in baggy human clothes, with a ‘mask’ over a shadowy face with only her eyes visible. She wears a baseball cap emblazoned with a large, jeweled cross, and dotted with various pins, usually a combination of crystals, birds, bugs, and eldritch/biblically inspired angels.

While she appears to have a ponytail of curly brown hair, it is not hers and is simply a wig fastened inside her cap.

Her ‘mask’ is her actual mouth; it splits vertically into insectoid mandibles, with pointy teeth. It not only represents her association with the ‘abyss’ (as a more literal locust), but also evokes the imagery of a keyhole, indicating her status as an interdimensional doorway.

What other doorways she can open is best left to speculation, but there is a strong implication that Truly Terrible things could be unleashed upon the world if she were to ever be damaged to the point of not being able to maintain the locks.

Generally stays out of trouble and simply acts as a bystander and civilian. Doesn’t hold a job, but does a bit of random volunteer work on the side to help people. Helps anyone equally, and shows no judgment to any robot so long as they remain civil. Gets along fairly well with most DWNs.

Possesses only one special ability; the “Quantum Cross.” It is a projected, crystalline hard-light shield. Shape akin to a wedge-top heater shield, with a cross covering the whole front, it’s transparent with glowing ‘wireframe’ edges and faint silvery reflectivity. It’s about a foot taller than she is, and wide enough to cover her and one other person.

The shield itself functions like Arthur’s armor in Project X Zone, where it can only take one hit before breaking, but of A N Y magnitude. This includes extended-duration beams, as the shield will continuously absorb the energy and only dissipate once the attack itself has ended. However, the magnitude of the attack it absorbs increases the recharge time before she can use it again.

When it breaks, it releases a hyperspace shockwave that temporarily incorporealizes both her and anyone immediately behind the shield with her, essentially granting the physical equivalent of invulnerability frames.

Due to her frail nature and situational ability, she will prioritize avoidance, and usually has a ring or bracelet of Hymn around to call any of the other GSNs to her as defense. This is about the only time they will take ‘orders’ from her.

#oc gsn psalm #fancharacter #remes data cd #won't bother tagging mega man....... #this is the home stretch #the gsns are not really big players and probably won't be interacting too much aside psalm here obviously standing in for me #i'm mostly just including them for completion #and to maybe convince myself that there's incentive to give them complete references lmaoooo

[fourseasonsfigs]

Tian Wen Music Box + Am I Beautiful?

Welcome to the third of these gorgeous music boxes and their fig toppers!

If you missed Day 1 and 2 of the Music Box Extravaganza, definitely check out Tian Ya Ke + Whirling Wenzhou and Wu Ti + Good Sword too, the artist's artistry is not to be missed. These are very special and some of my favorite merch items, hands down. I'm really, really hoping that she considers keeping going - there's a whole soundtrack, after all!

Haha, you're not going to miss THIS pic after this is over...yes my forgiving figthusiasts, this is yet the same pic from the previous two blog posts one last time! I do feel pretty comfortable saying that the red music box storage box is in fact the one belonging to Tian Wen - I mean, it's a pretty safe bet given the box itself is red - but these all arrived together and I unwrapped them all in a blaze of excitement, and I no longer remember which box went with which. I'm 99.9% sure the red goes with this one.

The moment you've all been waiting for - the White Glove Figthusiast 360 Degree Non-Surround-Sound full detail!

You'll notice that the top of the music box kind of wiggled a bit when I first started moving the box. That's because, like all boxes in this series, you wind it up by holding the top in one hand and winding the base with the bottom. The key only is used to stop the motion. It's not as fragile as I made it look - it's actually pretty sturdy when you give it a good set of turns.

The golden inscriptions are different lines from the show. As you can see, the quality is crisp and clear, and it looks beautiful in hand or on the shelf. The darker red background gives it a rich, elegant look.

Here's our beautiful key and a better closeup of the lock keyhole. All the keys in this set are the same, so you could use them interchangeably on each music box if you wanted. They don't really do much, and the music box plays just fine without them, so it would be sad but not disastrous if a key was lost.

Alright, on to the figs! So we're moving from Wenzhou with these figs to the promotional period, where Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun promoted how good this show was and how everyone should watch it, and also how cute the two of them were.

This fig set is inspired, indirectly first by this scene:

Zhou Zishu: 美吗 Měi ma (Am I beautiful?) Wen Kexing: 完美 Wánměi (Perfect)

This is Gong Jun's clever ad-lib to Zhehan's snarky ad lib, and it's so utterly delightful that it became Gong Jun's secret livestream interview challenge mission to complete. You can watch the livestream subbed in English here (part 1 and part 2) and I highly, highly recommend it.

His secret challenge mission was to say 美吗 to Zhehan, and get him to say 完美 back. The first part of the challenge, Gong Jun saying 美吗 to Zhehan, is the image the fig maker designed this fig around:

This image is so great that the fig maker did this incredible thing for the box packaging:

The figs were in a plastic clam-shell for shipping, but I took them out so the figs could be seen better. I love this box so much I'm actually going to keep the figs in it permanently! They're just too, yes, perfect in it.

But regardless of my personal display plans, we're here to talk about the figs, so let's kick this off!

Here we have the figs as they're meant to go, as a topper on the music box. I take all my pics by a window with natural light, so while like us, the sunshine loves Zhehan's beautiful face, it has unfortunately washed it out a bit in all that brightness. That's ok though, because you're about to see it up close and personal.

But before that, let me point out a cool feature of this set. So you know how the other figs had magnets in the bottom of their feet to keep them securely fastened to the music box? Well, these do too, but they also have magnets attached to their backsides to keep them in their chairs, like so:

This is a really nice touch to keep the whole thing as secure as possible. It helps since there are are no magnets at the end of the chair legs of course, so their feet are securely attached to the music box base, and their own selves are attached to the chairs.

Onwards with the 360 degree photo-a-thon. It's a bit harder since these figs, unlike the others, aren't stuck together, so it was me manually moving them in a circle. We'll see how well I replicated them rotating on the top of a music box:

Hmm. Maybe I should invest on one of those plug-in USB rotating lazy Susans!

May I just mention how much I love Zhehan's wiggly mouth shape here - it's wonderful. The fig maker got this pose perfectly.

Speaking of poses, take a look at the full-body detail from the livecast and compare it to the fig (sorry for my monitor's over-exposure of Zhehan's beautiful white robe).

Spot on, isn't it? If I had ever so slightly rotated Gong Jun slightly more to the right it would have been exactly right. I'm just so impressed with this fig maker - I wouldn't even know how to begin doing something like this. It seems incredibly difficult.

The bonuses the seller included with this set are these two delightful items:

Super cute paper clips with some matching art, and a translucent Polaroid-style card with their signatures. I love it so much!

This is the end of the music boxes...but not of this artistic seller's figures. Come back tomorrow for the last one - it's big (quite literally), I promise!

Material: Metal (music box) and very beautiful PVC (figs)

Fig Count: 197

Scene Count: 17

Rating: Perfect.

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Women's Short Sleeve Midi Dress

In the world of fashion, finding the perfect combination of comfort, style, and versatility can sometimes feel like searching for a needle in a haystack. However, the MEROKEETY Women's Flutter Short Sleeve Smocked Midi Dress effortlessly ticks all the boxes, making it a must-have addition to any wardrobe.

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4 Tips To Ensure Your Lock Operates Correctly

Like every homeowner, you trust your locks to keep your home and belongings safe daily. However, like any mechanical device, locks can sometimes fall into disrepair, compromising their ability to perform their essential function effectively.

Whether it's your front door lock or a lock that safeguards your most prized possessions, understanding how to maintain your locks' reliability ensures your residence's security. Discover four invaluable tips to ensure that your lock operates flawlessly.

1. Cleaning

Maintaining a clean lock will help keep the interior of the lock free of debris that could impede its operation, such as dust and dirt. Find out if your locks have any unique cleaning specifications by consulting the manufacturer's guidelines. Harsh chemicals can remove the protective coating from your locks, making them more vulnerable to harm from normal use.

If your lock has no specific needs, use a bottle of compressed air, a soft cloth or toothbrush, some warm water, and a gentle cleaning like mild soap or detergent. Pay close attention to the door's latches, deadbolts, keyways, hinges, tracks, strike plates, and thresholds. You only need a moist cloth and some light soap or detergent to clean the lock's exterior. Remember to give it a good drying after you are done.

2. Lubrication

Every six months or at the very least annually, lubricate your locks to prevent them from sticking or becoming harder to turn. However, only lubricate the locks after cleaning them.

To lubricate the lock's interior, apply a small amount of lubricant using a precision applicator. Dry lubricants like graphite powder are ideal to lubricate the keyhole. Gently insert the key and turn it back and forth a few times to ensure the lubricant is evenly distributed. Repeatedly inserting and withdrawing the key from the lock will assist distribute the lubricant over the length of the lock's moving parts.

Wipe away any excess oil with a clean cloth. This will help ensure the smooth operation of the lock and prevent any potential damage or wear over time. You can use silicone, petroleum or silica-based lubricants, for the hinges.

3. Proper Use and Duplication

Always be careful when handling keys. Never push them or apply pressure if you meet resistance. If you do this, you risk breaking the key or the locking mechanism. Rather than use the door handle or another item to jam the key in the lock, always apply gentle pressure to the key to unlock and close the door.

To prevent harming the key or the lock's mechanism, insert and rotate the keys carefully. Regularly check the key for any deterioration or damage. Flexibility, corrosion, deterioration, or other telltale indicators of age necessitate remaking or replacing the key.

Only produce copies from the original key to guarantee the accuracy of duplicates. Even if you make a copy of a copy, the tiny variations between them will eventually compromise the lock's security. Keep the original key safe and use it solely to duplicate it.

4. Inspection

Double-check that your door is hung properly before proceeding with a thorough examination of the lock. If the door is not properly aligned or sags, it will place undue stress on the lock, making it difficult to open and close. Any of these issues and an unequal gap on every side of the door indicate that the door has not been hung properly.

The next step is to examine the lock for any signs of damage or wear. Verify the absence of any rust or corrosion and the tightness of all fasteners and fittings. Inspect the whole mechanism of the lock for any indications of deterioration or abuse, and look for any loose pieces.

Lastly, check that the lock opens and shuts properly. Test the lock's ease of opening by activating the release catch. Repeatedly locking and unlocking the door will help determine how well it operates. Verify that the latch or deadbolt engages the strike plate properly. Ensure the lock has not lost functionality by inspecting these parts for scratches and chipping. Consulting with a locksmith in Murrieta ensures thorough examination and any necessary repairs to maintain the security of your property.

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