​Hey Puddin’ pie, if you haven’t started your DC “Fantasy Figure” collection yet, then now is the time with this very naughty and sexy Harley Quinn figurine. She is sure to have a ball and hammer out the competition, providing you with a smile that even Mistah J would love! So whatcha waiting fer, order yours today! Once again, this sensually sculpted resin statue (by Shin Tanabe) of DC Comics’ popular Harley Quinn character as imagined by renowned artist and visionary Luis Royo and delivered to you by Yamato USA.

​The legends of white fairies dressed in gowns of diaphanous silk, have died. The multicolored flowers that they wore in their blonde, curly hair have died too; leaving the air thick with the evil to come..Yamato USA presents Black Tinkerbell by Luis Royo, the next installation in its Fantasy Figure Gallery. This devilishly dark beauty from a sculpt by Shin Tanabe stands approximately 5.50″ from head to toe, 11.25″ from her massive, diorama base to the tip of her expansive wings, which ingeniously turn translucent in light. The first edition of this magnificent piece is limited to only 3,000 pieces worldwide, comes with numbered display base, certificate of authenticity and art card all packaged in a collector style window box.

​True beauty deserves a second look… even if that beauty is of the dreaded Medusa. But fear not! And feast your eyes upon this exquisite repaint of the sensational Medusa’s Gaze from Yamato USA’s groundbreaking Fantasy Figure Gallery. Inspired by the art of Luis Royo, this 11.80″ PVC statue from a sculpt by Shungo Yazawa features a white paint application reminiscent of priestess robes offset by fiery red hair and gold weaponry. Limited in number, this reimagination features the same amazingly intricate paint details as the original, and comes complete with display base all packaged in a collector’s style window box.

​Lovingly caressed by the late fall moon that gently reflects upon the ebony feathers of her wings that tremble in agitation, she pauses; enshrouded in smoke and fog, one gauntleted hand resting heavily on the cross-guard of her sword, she gingerly and painfully touches her soft full lips from which blood runs freely from. With sharp pointed ears that twitch, she listens to the battle that rages around her. Despite being clad in the tattered remains of linen and leather and having one breast laid bare, her lithe and sensual body remains warmed by the heat of battle and feels neither the late autumn chill nor the damp kiss of the fog. No, the only kiss that she will feel this night will be that of her sword upon the humans that sought to enslave and attacked her tribe this eve… and what a terrible and dark kiss that will be!