trying to figure out a new blog title

ok but this lighting brings out the color so well

Our workshop got broken into over the weekend. Most of what was stolen was just replaceable stuff, but one very precious mask was taken.

Tierney's head has been stolen. We are in the Baltimore area, but I would not put it past a thief to run off somewhere else with it. If anyone sees this head anywhere, let us know immediately. Hoping against hope that we can bring her home.

i hate to post this but after a $500 vet bill my partner and i are very thin on money and i have another bill to pay.

please consider commissioning me or my partner @savijo who has a wonderful art style! we both also have YCHs and adoptables open, details below!

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Simaris, Probably:

so was anybody gonna tell me that Eleanor's Copy & Paste Hex Factor allows you to create up to 20 conscripts or did i have to find this one out on my own

I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.

I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.

Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.

Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.

But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.

An airstrike hit our neighborhood.

Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔

We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.

Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.

Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.

It doesn’t shield us from the cold.

It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.

Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.

I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.

I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.

I am Alaa😓.

I don’t ask for much.

Just a chance to live with dignity again.

Just a moment of mercy.

If you hear me… if you feel my pain…

🌸Please help us🌸🙏.

Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.

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