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Been a while since I've posted, so have a dump (preferably not in my post but whatever!)






Ornaments because


I like turtles okay


I don't even know. It was a commission.


Teeniest robots with teeny stockings :3


Trying very hard to get into the Christmas spirit this year...


A little gear pendant which is reversible...



Sparkly shit


Her days were full of worry; nothing more could go wrong because it all already had. Loss and meaninglessness and wandering... she could not possibly have felt any more lost.

Her nights were full of the same; distress plagued the few hours of sleep she could catch. Some nights, in her dreams, she would be lost in a hedge maze filled with thorns, with no clear in or out, no clear goal. Other nights, she was deep inside a cavern, with only the smallest light to guide her, and it was fading.

One night, she fell into a dream in which she fell into the sea. Roiling and rocking, the waves teased her, sickened her, and eventually overwhelmed her. She went down.

...and a hand brought her up. It was warm, and rough, and it grabbed her and pulled her to a dry place. A ship, unmoving, in the middle of the great body of water. She caught a glimpse of the hand's owner, outlined in profile by the now-shining sun; it was hard to make the person out because of the bright light after what seemed to be years of darkness.

The strange hand slipped away from hers, and she felt as though she would cry out, because that touch was the first caring thing she had felt in so long. The stranger moved away... but warmth was left behind in the palm of her own hand. She looked down, and shining there was a curious contraption. Half clock, half compass, and all remarkable. It pointed the way...


Thanks for looking.