Lock up yer pretty elf blokes, cutter...

...before I do it *for* yeh, jig?

(An utterly stupid number of images to follow; don't ever say I didn't warn you. All but two come courtesy of Elke... and as I mentioned earlier, my precious Eye is the mad genius of Fyriel.)

(As an aside, this is the cat that serves as inspiration for Tiramisu. Unfortunately, despite being utterly gorgeous, she's rather camera-shy.)

And the season takes hold, part the fourth

For the record, Weldbond (or perhaps lesser varieties of white glue) mixed with cornstarch makes a better air-dry clay than... well, air-dry clay. At least for my purposes.

What I ended up with was a pliable, faintly sticky putty with a pretty short working time, but long enough for me to mold it onto long press-on nails and work in a scallop pattern, one at a time. It held its shape perfectly, adhered to the nails all by itself, shrank a teeny bit, and dried to a rock-hard and very smooth plasticky finish. It also weighs less than clay and I suspect it will be far less fragile. I made little horns out of some of the leftovers.

Also, it made me pancakes this morning.*

Now, I just have to see how well it takes a coat of acrylic paint.


*This may or may not be a lie.

And the season takes hold, part the third

An even worse picture than the last, but the bottle is now filled, corked, and further decorated with that skull pendant I mentioned. Contemplating sealing it with (mock?) wax; perhaps some more of this white glue mixed with a colourant of some kind. Black acrylic paint, I'm thinking.


My sundial ring and darling little bone skull have joined the scroll on the chain, though I have yet to get a decent picture of them all together.

There wasn't really much room left on the chain itself for the clock-face bauble I picked up, so it has instead found a home as a pendant on one of the slips of selvage that were tying shut the pouch my eyepiece came in.


And now, to ponder what my chances at getting my hands on (and subsequently modifying) a set of press-on talons prior to the 31st are.

A moment of win

Even my room is trying to cheer me up right now. In the past ten minutes, it not only fed me fruit leather, but also gave back the hinged skull pendant I bought the better part of ten years ago, and my goddamned Eleanor of Aquitane sundial ring. Hell yes.

I mean, I'm really just trying to find my Warcrack timecard box, but still. Awesome.

And the season takes hold, part the second

While I've been keeping the dark of it to myself, I suppose letting you lot catch a skeg at the most recent additions to my collection of curios can't do *that* much harm.

(Much as I like making things up... in this case, I'm not. Also, that label was a bitch to cut out.)

The wee deader hanging between the scroll and dragon comes courtesy of Fyriel, a canny Cager if ever there was one.

As for the Eye she crafted for me... that, *that* I'll be keeping to myself until the rest of my trinkets are in order.

Just you wait, cutter.

A reworking, part the fourth

And like magic, we have a disgruntled mage.


There's a bit more meaning in a few of the runes than I care to let on, but most of them are just for show.

On a totally unrelated note, I'm swooning over a monogoggle.

Postcards from Azeroth, part the second

Because some of the things in my screenshot folder are just too stupid not to share.


I felt a twinge of guilt for having done this to my poor hawkstrider.


Remember what I said about Prince Malchezaar turning my shaman into a damp splat way back when? Vengeance is delicious.


I have *got* to see a picture of Kendris' rogue in this getup sometime.


Instant ten-man raid. Just add conjured water!


Rather than work on spells or stay in-character, the Magey R&D Department elects to develop the ultimate ret paladin attack cycle. In Kirby emoticons.



Speaking of ret paladins, I've given up asking how B gets himself into these situations. I'm just glad that he has a parachute.

A reworking, part the third

Her expression speaks to me. More specifically, it says "you know you want to set aside your actual work and finish painting me."

And to that I say, "shut up, Lady."

>:|

A reworking, part the second

The lady won't leave me be; it's as simple as that.

And the season takes hold...

It's five in the morning and I'm tearing the place apart in search of some Sculpey to make costume bits with.

It's gonna be one of those nights.


(...I know I put it around here somewhere...)