#Tiny Trinkets
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shiny-eyed-corvid · 2 months ago
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an assortment of things I found on the ground at Ren Faire this weekend
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cozylittleartblog · 5 months ago
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my ACEN tip gimmick has been fulfilled, aaand i got a little carried away with it. I haven't had time to draw for myself (or at all, really??) in like two weeks, i needed to Doodle and Have Fun. ... also, i did not think he would get so many donuts. people understand the value of giving treats to fictional characters :) its what he deserves
also shoutout to snazzyskeletons who had the same Tip Theme i did. we took pictures with our tip jars together. they are adorable v
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i'm glad their vash got some donut money too :) 🍩 please check them out if you want some cute trigun stuff
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heartnosekid · 1 year ago
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sisstudio_shop on ig
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kendsleyauthor · 5 months ago
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#11 anon here again! glad to hear you’re still taking prompts. i love your and mary’s works ❤️ im shy so i stay on anon, but seriously, so much love to you guys! anyway, if youre so inclined, might i suggest prompt #1? keeping it simple. #11->1 lol. all your characters are awesome — i don’t think andreas and lorelei have been prompted yet, so maybe this can be a vote for them? but also, id love to hear more about the godlike trio; they’re so fun! what is their origin story?!! again, dealers choice, and thank you kindly !💕❤️
LIVING NIGHTMARE
TW: Drowning, fearplay stemming from genuine anger
Print / Trinket Universe (Andres and Lorelei)
~1800 words
G/t dialogue prompt list
Thank you so much for the prompt and the love, beautiful! I know it's been a long time, but I am determined to catch up as much as I can!! As far as the Godlike trio, it would be sooo fun to explore their origin story one day! It is dense, but it essentially involves human sacrifice, trickery, and immature nature god politics 😋
As for THIS story-- reader, if you're new to the trinket universe, this interaction may be startling lol. The TL;DR for this particular situation is that Lorelei must live in secret for her and Andres' safety 👀
@marydublinauthor 🌸
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Drowning.
Whiskey stings her eyes, blinding her. She can’t blink it away—it’s all around her. Immense pressure sits on her torso. Does it count as drowning if she wouldn’t be able to draw a full breath anyway? Her heels slide against the bottom of the glass, tractionless. She claws at the finger pinning her down.
Each swipe weakens.
The pain begins to fade. It’s almost peaceful.
She hears that’s what happens right before you die from suffocation.
Calm.
Quiet.
Free.
But a peaceful death is too much to ask for.
The finger relinquishes pressure, and she is wracked with agony. She draws in a lungful of whiskey and thrashes. Although she wants nothing more than to fade away, to kiss this hell goodbye, her body fights to survive.
She pops up to stand on trembling legs, leaning hard against an ice cube. The coldness burns. She coughs raggedly. Laughter rumbles from above. Her recovering vision registers the giants around her as nothing more than massive blurs of color.
The shape of a hand hovers over the glass before descending upon her again. She manages a single, pleading whimper before she’s forced onto her back, pinned to the bottom of the glass.
Drowning.
Whiskey stings her eyes, blinding her. She can’t blink it away—it’s all around her.
Immense pressure—
“Lorelei!”
The voice was familiar. Loud, but not at all the same as the booming laughter.
She flinched awake, gripping fistfuls of blanket as she gasped for air. Each breath was a painfully overwhelming gift. She squinted in the lamplight which cast the sprawling living room with warmth. The high windows gave view to an overcast night sky.
Safe.
“Lorelei.”
Blinking, she made sense of Andres’ form leaning over her on the side table. To her confusion, there was no softness in his voice, no suggestion that he intended to soothe her from the nightmare. No, he wanted her attention, and anything else she might feel was secondary.
“Andres,” she said groggily.
“What is wrong with you?” He sounded like he was making a great deal of effort not to shout. She shrank away from the bite in his voice. “What were you thinking?”
Frowning, she sat up slowly. She couldn’t relinquish her grip on the blanket—not with the way he was looking at her. She felt like a child using her covers as a shield against the boogeyman. This had to still be a nightmare. There was no reality where Andres would glower at her like that anymore. If he was especially bitter about losing a game, perhaps—but even then, he scowled with a glint of admiration in his eyes.
For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what she could have done in her sleep to piss him off.
“Were my screams of terror too loud?” she managed to croak. “Sorry, I’ll try to keep it down.”
He didn’t seem to register nor care what she said at all. “Madison Jones,” he said flatly.
Her heart climbed into her throat. Now she really wished she was dreaming.
“H-how…” But she knew at once. She must have forgotten to log out of the alias account. She wet her lips. “Let me explain—”
“How?” he snapped, voice rising. “There is no explanation that makes this any less idiotic! You are smarter than this, Lorelei!”
Heat flashed through her, vicious and all-consuming. “It’s idiotic to want to check up on old friends?”
“Wanting is one thing.” The ice in his voice threatened to douse her fire. “Doing… Doing this is…” His jaw worked as though he was too angry to speak. 
He brandished his phone in her direction, the screen aglow. She turned her head. She didn’t need to look. He had gone through the chat logs of her alias and found every incriminating conversation of the past six months. Her hands shook on the blanket.
“I’ve been careful,” she said, softer. “They have no idea who I really am. They think I’m an aspiring player, new to the scene. A long-distance friend that they will never, ever meet.”
Tears pricked her eyes. God, she was pathetic.
And Andres wasn’t helping. He shook his head. “This ends now.”
“Please—”
“No. I cannot allow you to put us in danger like this. How could you be so stupid?”
The wildfire ignited again. She stood, shoving her blanket aside. She didn’t care that she had to crane her neck to meet his frostbitten glare. “So that’s it? You’re ordering me to happily isolate myself from the rest of the world—even with a solution right in front of our damn faces?”
“Zorra,” he cursed—a particular insult he’d never once aimed at her. “Your solution is going to get us investigated and caught.”
Her voice came out like a fist was squeezing her throat. “I miss my friends!”
He scoffed. “Am I not enough for you now?”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” She staggered two steps back, wondering how this could be the same person who cared for her, protected her. Sinking to her knees, she clasped her hands in front of her. “Should I be like this day and night? Thank you so much for being the only person in the world I can talk to for the rest of my life.”
For a single second, he looked hurt. “Stand up,” he gritted out. “I will not talk to you like this.”
But she was just as hurt and every bit as vicious, and she had to stop now before she said something she couldn’t apologize for. Rising to her feet, she turned her back on him and started for the makeshift stairway that would lead her to the floor. Throwing a pity party under a cabinet or sofa for the night would do her good.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To be alone,” she threw over her shoulder. “I can’t be around you right now.”
The last thing she expected was for him to deny her. Instead of sulking away or simply lapsing into disappointed silence, his voice lashed like a whip and made her flinch. “You are not going anywhere,” he said. “You are staying here. And talking.”
“About what?” She didn’t turn back, placing her hand on the railing. “Delete the profile yourself if it pisses you off so much.”
Silence. She thought that was the end of it, but no. “Come back,” he said through gritted teeth.
She said nothing, starting down the stairs.
A sudden tug at the back of her nightgown made her breath catch. She instinctively tried to wrench herself free, even if it would send her tumbling down the steps. In an instant, she was whisked off her feet. She gave a choked shriek as air whipped past her, and she found herself dangling in front of Andres’ infuriated face.
“Forgive me for not being better company,” he said venomously. “But I am trying to keep us both alive.”
Alive.
She was helpless.
She was drowning again.
“Stop!” she howled, half expecting precious air bubbles to rise from her lips. Her voice pitched into a scream that she only ever heard in her nightmares. “I’m sorry! I-I’m sorry!”
As quickly as it happened, it was over. She only caught a glimpse of Andres’ astonished expression before he lowered her into his waiting palm and released her. She scrabbled back, bumping against his fingers and burying her face in her knees. 
“Lorelei?” he whispered. 
He touched her shoulder, and she screamed. The air whirled again, and she dared to peek out. His hand rested on the side table beside her bed, offering escape. She jolted out of her fetal position, falling to hands and knees in her desperation to get away. Stumbling to her bed, she pulled her blanket tightly over herself, shaking too hard to make it to a better hiding place. She didn’t care how childish it was—she needed to reduce her world to a small space of darkness.
“Lorelei.” His voice was reverent, dripping with regret.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, her wail reduced to a whimper.
“No. No, I am.” His voice cracked. Another gentle touch brushed her back through the blanket, pausing to gauge her reaction. She didn’t scream again, dreading that he was about to pull the sheet off of her. But he didn’t. He kept stroking, his breathing unsteady. “Please come out. I never meant to scare you like that. I…” Silence dragged for several seconds, and the touch of his finger pulled away. “Did I hurt you?”
She quietly assessed herself. “No.”
Another pause.
“Can you show me?” His words were a plea, not an order.
Hesitantly, she sat up and pulled the blanket off her head, letting it fall to her shoulders. His dark eyes searched her intensely for any sign that his rough handling left a mark. Even when he seemed sure that she was unhurt, he stayed close, staring into her eyes.
She broke the silence floating between them. “I couldn’t help it,” she admitted, looking down in shame. “I… I can’t just pretend I didn’t have another life. I miss my friends. My family.”
For a moment, she worried his anger would rise up again. But he looked almost as exhausted as she felt. Glancing at his phone, he pursed his lips. “Your family is not in the chat logs,” he noted.
“I…” She sniffled. “I picked people I wasn’t especially close to.”
“Why?”
She managed the smallest laugh. “I know you think I’m an impulsive idiot. And you’re right, I can be. So I gave myself limits.” Her shoulders slumped. “I knew if I reached out to my family, I wouldn’t be able to keep the secret up. Sooner or later, I’d spill everything just so they wouldn’t have to live another day wondering if I was alive or dead or swimming in someone’s drink.”
He regarded her with raised eyebrows like something was dawning on him. “You were tangled in the sheets when I came in,” he said slowly. His expression fell, and she dropped her gaze. She’d opened up about the nature ofher recurring nightmares before. “It was a bad one. I should have noticed I should have waited.” He sighed heavily, and his finger returned to stroke her hair down. “Are you alright?”
She pursed her lips and shook her head.
His finger paused. “Do you want me to leave?” he murmured.
She could tell that her hesitation hurt him more than anything. But ultimately, she shook her head again. Raising her hand, she found his finger and guided it to her side. She leaned against the warmth of his skin.
“Lorelei…” His eyes flicked up and down, drinking her in with fondness steeped in loving fear. She braced herself for the inevitable—the gentle but firm order to never pull something like this again. But he was full of surprises tonight. “I trust you. Please—give me another chance to be the kind of man you are not afraid to keep secrets from.”
Her tears spilled over, and she pressed a kiss to his knuckle. “I think I can do that.”
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(A/N: I've had this on the backburner for so long, I'm glad to finally post it! I'm sorry that my first short story in a while is a gut punch lol 💞)
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knickknackoftheday · 9 months ago
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limoge egg carton
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theshitpostcalligrapher · 2 years ago
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instead of stealing trinkets, i offer you one.
here, have this uh, thing of rats that i accidentally stole from my local target that costed like a dollar
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submitted by @fairyblue-alchemist
ooooooooh rats
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megadusa · 1 year ago
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nightlexi · 7 months ago
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Idk if there’s a name for this, I call it a “trinket collage” but I LOOOVE drawing small things and putting them all together in one illustration.
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shadyufo · 11 months ago
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Teeny tiny curiosity collections in vintage jewelers' tins.
These are all currently available HERE in my Etsy shop!
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shiny-eyed-corvid · 9 months ago
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NYC street finds 1.20.24 - 1.28.24
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rad-hound · 7 months ago
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Forever upset about this figurine.
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heartnosekid · 2 years ago
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foxsketch6543 · 11 months ago
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Trinket Box:
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Here are my beautiful precious treasures so far! 💎🎁👑💍💞✨
(With a few new additions 💖)
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thrifted-friends · 2 months ago
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tiny chairs 🪑
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kendsleyauthor · 9 months ago
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Andres and Lorelei (Masterpost)
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This post lists all the current stories written about my and @marydublinauthor's characters -- Andres and Lorelei!
Andres and Lorelei exist in the print/trinket universe. A trinket no taller than the pieces on a chessboard takes a champion player by surprise.
(Art by @marydublinauthor 🌸)
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ORIGIN STORY:
👑 The Clandestine Queen
👑 The Candescent King
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Drowsy
SHORT STORIES:
New Year's Kiss
Muy Bien
Pieces of a Past Life
Queen Takes King
Coffee Smell
Leaves
Lullaby
Thanks For Playing With Me
You're the First Friend I Ever Had
Her Move (Spicy)
Starstruck (Micah crossover!)
Beg Me For It (Spicy)
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kawa11starz · 7 months ago
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SAN-X TRINKETS
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