#changelingcore

[mosscoveredclown]

"can you behave" yes, if I wanted to, but this is so much funnier

[faelin-world]

green fantasy

[chaotixacademix]

why don't you go lay face down in the swamp marshes and maybe you'll feel better

[anonymous-witness777]

Dear Wilderness, a zine I made for class

[wilcze-kudly]

Coping with having to use my deadname by pretending I'm a fae hiding my true name by giving people an alias

[strange-august]

Tag Yourself as Aesthetics I resonate with

Changelingcore: Broken insect wings, wildflower meadows, catching tadpoles, lingering mist after it rains, wet shoes from the damp grass, the feeling of moss under your hands, collection of strange trinkets and objects, taking your stuffed animals on adventures, doodling on your clothes, busy hands, wading knee deep into a lake, screaming into the air to ease frustration, organizing and reorganizing your treasures, bird calls, animal howls, digging in the mud, chewing on your lip until it bleeds, bruises and scrapes, the urge to live in the woods and never return to regular society, knotted hair, forest shrines, putting flower blossoms in your hair, flooded swampy areas, jumping from short cliffs

Suburban Gothic: Hot muggy air sticking to your skin, the buzz of florescent lights, flickering street lights, budget popsicles, late night drug store visits, muffled arguments, an old clock ticking, guady wallpaper, gossamer curtains, dusty cotton sheets, faded quilts, dog barkings, milkshakes in an empty diner, broken windows and graffiti, abandoned train tracks, 24/7 laundromats, rusty swingsets, shadowy silhouettes, semi-abandoned malls, sounds of far off traffic and train horns, driving around at night while soft music plays on the radio, tv static, junk yards and pick-n-pulls, holding hands with a stranger, urban legends, varsity jackets, broken glass on the road, crumbling buildings, local television channels

Cuddle Party: Excited giggles and hushed whispers, condensation on drinkware, running through an empty field hollering and whooping in the dead of night, sitting on the porch in rocking chairs, drunken "I love you"s, old cartoons, classic disney movies, five dollar pizza and breadsticks, singing out loud in the car, finding new places to explore, county fairs and arcade visits, eating fair food and screaming your lungs out on rides, trying to earn as many tickets at the arcade and still winning cheap prizes, being the last one to fall asleep, casually sleeping all together in the same bed, holding hands in crowds, if one of us isn't having a good time none of us are, wondering how long these days will last

Cryptid Academia: Listening to video essays while sketching cryptids, exploring abandoned buildings (legally and illegally), pocket knives, blackout curtains, newspaper clippings, viewing the night sky through a telescope, visiting natural history or science museums, old typewriters, info dumping conspiracy theories on friends, making plans to investigate that never come to fruition, tearing yet another hole into your clothes climbing over fences, shoddily patched up clothes, keychains and aluminum pins, novelty socks, analog watches, Buzzfeed Unsolved, cryptid podcasts, sprint training so you can outrun whatever is chasing you, rubiks cubes, sore fingers from mending, thrift shopping, essays only about cryptids

Desertwave: Billowing winds, sandstorms, wind chimes and suncatchers, succulents in handmade clay pots, aloe vera plants on the kitchen windowsill, the distant howl of a coyote, faded winnebagos, the soft hiss of patio misters, campsites and trailer parks, large rock formations covered in graffiti, picking up trash, the crackle of a bonfire, cacti and joshua trees in the backyard, never getting the sand completely out of your shoes, dusty clothes, laying in a hammock watching the stars, water balloon fights, hot springs, mexican ice cream bars, rocky desert mountains, plots of sand and plants that stretch on as far as the eye can see

[ofdirtandbones]

I am like a bug in human clothing.

[jestercryptid]

we should make bones currency

[hobgobknowsbest]

[beebleees]

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Drawing of Faas and Enya

For my troll changeling character Faas. Just gonna infodump cuz I can, but- Numerous neurodivergent (especially autistic), ill, blind, or deformed babies, along with older children and adults with personality disorders, were abused emotionally and physically, and some even murdered, because they were exhibiting signs of being a "changeling". Faas is autistic, but that will never actually be confirmed verbally in his book. I won't say tons, but he's got a daughter named Enya (who will get a board shortly) and they live in this marshy forested area in Pennsylvania. Cottage beans.

[mosscoveredclown]

girl help I used some of the ancient bog butter on my quesadilla and now I'm hearing faces and tasting colors :(

[faelin-world]

nature.. yeah... that's what home's feels like

[chaotixacademix]

remember to keep your corpses moist

[anonymous-witness777]

this life was not meant for those made such as we / run away with me, [sisters, brothers], our homeland to see

[bewilderedfae]

I love drinking chocolate from this cup because it feels like I’m drinking stump soup

[indoorzcat]

Im embracing aliens in my folkpunk rat-like drunk ass life but not just in a "smart space traveller gray dude with misterious knowlege and no social cues" way and more in a "Yes im a fucking outsider, you cant understand my language and my ways and yes, you should be scared, 'cause my people are a plague and we arent going anywhere. You want me gone? Kill me with your fucking bare hands, but I warn you, even if you do, a thousand more will come to take my place. We are many" kinda way

No one is illegal