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more, significantly less complete, doodles.

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Doodles

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I been spinnin' stuffs

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The handle to the door clicks as it turns, releasing from the frame and swinging open smoothly. On the other side is a long, narrow hallway with gently rippling walls. Passing over the threshold calls the temperature in the narrow space to one's attention: it's cold. Far colder than the house. Turning back to the doorway reveals that there is no house. The entryway to the hall is just an open flap with a light dusting of snow blowing in around the base. Carrying on down the hall, music begins to filter through the noise of the wind - which has been assaulting the ears since entering this impossible place. The sound of a calliope and the smell of freshly disturbed earth beckon through the archway at the tunnel's end.

A large space, with striped red and orange walls and a peaked ceiling supported by two large posts, opens up. The base of these posts is encompassed by a large ring of raised dirt. In the center of these rings sits a pedestal. A figure stands upon the pedestal; tall, and slight, they're dressed in what appears to be a ringmaster's attire from an old circus. This figure doffs their garish top hat with a flourish and bows deeply, before proclaiming in a loud voice:

Welcome, welcome, one and all to the show! Come on in, take a seat, do get out of the snow. Mind the aisle and watch your feet; have a brew, try the stew! You're in for a treat.

Welcome, I say again, to the Big Top! There's a story to be told, a bit of a workshop. See our hero's not here, they'll be along before too long. And every member of the audience has a chance to play along.

The shape of the Ringmaster's head comes into sharp focus as it blazes to life - it's a torch. An old style torch, like one might have used back in the day while spelunking. There's metal strips bent up and around the fuel for the fire, protecting the flame. As they speak, lights play over the assembled audience. Some forms familiar, some bizarre, but each and every seat is filled.

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Why are tools so expensive T^T

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Sooooooo I bought a lathe. End goal: custom, kitless fountain pens. Current shenanigans: just turning a fuckton of kits and having a ball.

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I think I posted this already but god I'm enjoying this lathe

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This thing's so much fun.

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Got a new toy.

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Pens!

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I used a lathe today :D turning wood is fun. Messy, but fun.

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Anybody who sees this and is into fountain pens toss me ideas for inks to go with my Lecoule in Rose Quartz :D I was thinking Diamine Writer's Blood just because the contrast of pretty pink pen > blood red ink is appealing to me buuuuut there's so many

I was also thinking like a vibrant blue or like a pastel pink to match the colour of the pen itself. Maybe a purple? I don't knooooooooow

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There are so, so, so many inks

I want them all :(

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:D Sailor Lecoule in Rose Quartz!

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Hey Blazblue is fun

On a completely unrelated note MY PEN ARRIVES TODAAAAAAAAY

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I labbed like not useless combos too last night I didn't just do the shitpost one

not that either of these are THAT useful ig they're just me fiddling in the lab

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I don't know why I spent 30 minutes on this earlier