Cute. Cursed. Cosmic.
Handmade felt creatures from a softer dimension of strangeness.
Handmade felt creatures from a softer dimension of strangeness.
Oddlings are hand-felted dolls born from the blurred edges of fairy tales, fever dreams, and forgotten myths. Each one is a one-of-a-kind familiar — stitched with horns, spirals, breasts, eyes, and the occasional unexplainable detail.
They live somewhere between sweet and sinister, soft and spellbound — totems for those who feel too much, dream too far, or never quite fit.
Created slowly and ritually by Deniz Pelin, these woolen beings are more than dolls. They’re portals. Guardians. Tiny weird companions charged with cosmic whispers and chaotic comfort.
✨ For art collectors, void-worshippers, and the velvet-hearted cursed.
✨ No mass production. No copies. Just pure, woolen weirdness.
✨ No mass production. No copies. Just pure, woolen weirdness.
BLORPHINA
Meet Blorphina — the single-eyed sentinel of soft chaos.
She sees everything from your dreams to your deepest glitches. With her blood-red curves and mushroomy flair, she’s a felted oracle of erotic weirdness. This felted goddess was hand-stitched to stir your third eye and your inner goblin.
AMANITHRA
Meet Amanithra, the Sporeseer.
Cyclops. Quad‑horned. Mushroom‑blooded.
She listens to the mycelial internet beneath our feet and whispers it back in dots and dreams. She listens to the mycelial web, translates dreams into signals, and guards thresholds.
She listens to the mycelial internet beneath our feet and whispers it back in dots and dreams. She listens to the mycelial web, translates dreams into signals, and guards thresholds.
NYXUMA
Meet Nyxuma, the Gatewomb
Watcher of the in-between. Bearer of the blood grid.
Her four eyes don’t just look — they remember. This hand-felted Oddling guards your sacred chaos. She won’t flinch. She won't judge. She just sees.
Her four eyes don’t just look — they remember. This hand-felted Oddling guards your sacred chaos. She won’t flinch. She won't judge. She just sees.
ELYTHRA
Meet Elythra of the Second Spiral
Single eye. Double horns. Full signal.
She’s tuned to frequencies you’ve almost forgotten how to hear — the ones that live beneath memory, and move like rhythm through bone.
Single eye. Double horns. Full signal.
She’s tuned to frequencies you’ve almost forgotten how to hear — the ones that live beneath memory, and move like rhythm through bone.
Elythra is a one-of-a-kind, hand-felted Oddling — part oracle, part antenna, part ceremonial glitch in the matrix.
ZYXA
Meet Zyxa, the Laughing Lens
This Oddling sees too much — and giggles about it.
With her tilted head, mushroom skirt, and spiral arms, Zyxa stares straight through your nonsense and finds the pattern inside the chaos.
This Oddling sees too much — and giggles about it.
With her tilted head, mushroom skirt, and spiral arms, Zyxa stares straight through your nonsense and finds the pattern inside the chaos.
She’s a hand-felted, one-of-a-kind soft sculpture — part oracle, part clown, part optical parasite.
VIREKKA
Meet Virekka, the Pulsekeeper
With her striped limbs, glowing green gaze, and polka-dotted mushroom dress, Virekka tracks the frequencies others miss.
With her striped limbs, glowing green gaze, and polka-dotted mushroom dress, Virekka tracks the frequencies others miss.
She’s part guardian, part metronome, part felted glitch in the timeline — here to keep you in sync with your own internal spiral.
ORRYXIS
Meet Orryxis, The Watcher Relic
Born from the fragments of a fallen star, Orryxis bristles with crimson spines and unblinking eyes. It is less a creature than a presence — an eternal witness that hovers between protection and paranoia. Each gaze it carries remembers something the cosmos has already seen: secrets, betrayals, forgotten dreams.
THORYN
Meet Thoryn — The Double-Faced Sigil
Thoryn is a relic that turns endlessly between two truths. One side opens into a turquoise eye, unblinking and merciless, stripping away every illusion it encounters. The other side unfurls as a red-starred maw, a symbol that consumes meaning itself, leaving only silence in its wake.
VEYDRIS
Meet Veydris — The Venomous Watcher
Veydris bristles with black spines and a crown of emerald eyes, each one a sentinel that never closes. It is said to have been born in the abyss where roots and stars intertwine, feeding on both poison and light. To meet its gaze is to feel exposed, pierced through by a thousand silent verdicts.
