I’m currently girl who is a boy
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A strange, haunting melody comes calling from the trees as you walk by. This part of your routine should be the simplest, yet your heart recognizes the danger. The music calls out to you, beckoning you into the woods. Every day you resist, keep walking and return home, but someday your steps will falter and slow until you turn in the wrong direction. The trees will welcome you, and they will call it home, and you won’t remember enough to correct them.
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Today's finished creation
I guess you can call this my version of a battle vest, just more granny meets folk punk. Moss Punk? Cottagepunk? I don't know where this vest sits aesthetically speaking but its my vibe so enjoy it in its weird splendor.
I might just keep it for myself, I don't know how many people would want something like this. I might throw it up on the site for a few weeks and see if anyone buys it.
Its made of 100% wool fabric in a swampy green color with a unintentional ombre feature dur to age. The lining is a brown forest patterned cotton fabric, all the fabric used in the appliques are vintage fabric scraps, each from about 1920s thru the 1950s.
I'll upload better pictures later, I was just excited to finally finish this piece. It took about a month and a half since most of this vest was sewn by hand.
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What's a cryptid that speaks to both queer and nurodivergent peeps
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oh! to be an opossum!!!! running around eating garbage with your raccoon buddies!!! having all those teeth shine in the moonlight!!! fainting when scared!!! your tail being perfect for helping you climb things!!! *sigh*
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Just want to be a little mushroom guy. Just a little guy, no worries, just the warm sun on my cap and wind in my hair.
Also, international communications within the realm of the shroom 🍄 what secrets does it hold
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“Love me, hold me,
Find me on the ̷o̷f̷f̷-̷b̷e̷a̷t.”
- Saint Motel, Daydream/Wetdream/Nightmare
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The longer you walk, the taller the trees get, the more twisted and scarred. Their canopies block out the light high above. Your eyes adjust as you walk, milky and unseeing to suit the dark. All the better to truly see what lurks in the abyssal shadows.
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Ive decided that if I cant have a weird music obsessed fluffy haired boyfriend, then I will just have to be that boyfriend myself. cya hot girl summer, its now cryptid boy camping season.
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