ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑_𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠

✨🪴𝐻𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠🪴✨ 🌱A Tangled Shoppe of botanical mischief & enchantment🌱

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um… tiny reminder 🥺🖤

i go live today at 4pm EST for the virtual craft fair on TikTok.

i’m a little nervous, so if anyone wants to stop by and just tap along, i’d really appreciate it. 🌙

https://www.tiktok.com/@haunted_roots

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before I log off for the night, here’s the roll call of all my lil weirdos still up past their bedtime 😂🖤

they insisted on one last group photo…

I think they’re secretly hoping their humans are out there scrolling too.

peek if you want to — absolutely no pressure.

I just love sharing them 🌙

https://ko-fi.com/hauntmedarling

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🖤 Nocti — the Dusk-Born Nightspinner 🖤

subspecies: nightspinner

condition: petal-marked, dusk-dusted

aura: soft hush, violet shadow

Nocti is the little whisper the Moon Garden made —

a nightspinner threaded with petals and purple dusk.

In the hour when colors fade to shadow, she creeps forth…

small, floral-marked, and carrying the hush of night.

Her soft charcoal body catches glints of moonlight, while her glossy eyes shimmer like tiny eclipses.

Nocti doesn’t skitter or chatter — she listens.

To quiet footsteps, to hidden blooms shifting in the dark… to things most wanderers never notice.

A gentle guardian of the in-between hours.

She’s perfect for moon-minded collectors who love a little softness in their shadows.

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🖤 All haunted curiosities are individually handcrafted with lOve, a lil moon magic & cosclay to insure stability.

🖤 Completely handmade, hand sculpt & hand painted with glass eyes & lashes for days.

🖤 Each character has been created & designed by me from my own imagination.

🖤 If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to message me!

🖤 Happy Adopting!

https://ko-fi.com/s/86e17db8fe

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Nocti is the little whisper the Moon Garden made —

a nightspinner threaded with petals and purple dusk.

In the hour when colors fade to shadow,

Nocti creeps forth — small, floral-marked,

and carrying the hush of night.

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wip ⚠️ .. back to the sauna she goes!

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wip

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[landsccape]

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the peonies in my room wilt like characters

from a novel no one finished writing.

the haunted botanical gardens always send their signs —

today it was this bouquet:

pale, heavy, quietly dramatic.

i think they wanted to be seen before the shadows took them back.

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i opened a small circle under the moon —

a place for sculptors, clay witches, creature makers

and anyone who coaxes odd little beings into the world.

if your hands hold clay and your art leans dark, soft,

whimsical, witchy, or just a little bit haunted…

you’re welcome here.

✨ MOONLIT CLAY & BONE ✨

a tumblr community for polymer clay artists & creature sculptors.

🔗 join the circle: https://www.tumblr.com/communities/moonlitclay

Moonlit Clay & Bone • Community on Tumblr

the midnight circle of sculptors, familiars, creatures & handmade oddities

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she came together in whispers —

a little moonlight, a little poison,

and every shade of purple the night was willing to give me.

🕷️🌙💜

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hand-sculpted under shifting moonlight .. wip ⚠️

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The Violet Dose ..

Just enough to blur the edges of whatever you don’t want to remember.

Those who hold The Violet Dose report a strange feeling:

as if the flower is listening…

as if it knows which part of you is still chasing the dream.

message me if you want

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every garden has its ghosts — mine just learned to bloom.

here you’ll find the remnants of old spells, sleeping bunnies, and creatures stitched from stories.

they call themselves beePs. i call them family.

wander carefully. the flowers remember who visits.

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some blooms hum softly beneath the moon — this one still remembers the rain ..

Moonlush 🌙 subspecies: garden-born beeP 🌙 classification: lunar familiar 🌙 condition: dormant bloom 🌙 aura: dusky hush, secret garden spell

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beauty as addiction, wonderland as withdrawal. something found after alice’s story ends — a relic of the apothecary who brewed her dreams.

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🌿 “The Opium Peony”

they say the petals of the opium peony never wilt — they only remember.

each vein carries a memory of euphoria, each curl of its edges hums a lullaby once whispered in a fevered haze. the witch who tended it called it a sleeping cure, but the garden knew better. this bloom did not heal — it hollowed gently.

beneath its roots lies a glass vial, still labeled in faded ink: tinctura somnia.

when opened, the scent is both floral and chemical — a violet sigh of beauty and decay intertwined.

some claim it was once brewed into tea for dreamers who refused to wake.

others say it blooms only where grief and reverie share the same soil.

collector’s field note: opium peony

🌸 classification: botanical relic — haunted bloomling

📍 location: the haunted conservatory, shelf 7, beneath fractured glass

💀 specimen condition: petals cold to the touch, color leaching between amethyst and soot

💬 observation: emits a faint narcotic fragrance; inked script on attached tag reads “tinctura somnia.”

⚗️ behavioral notes: reacts to spoken confessions. scent deepens with guilt.

☠️ warning: inhalation may cause recollection of forgotten dreams. prolonged exposure induces nostalgia-induced paralysis.

“beauty distilled, madness perfumed — she never meant to make addiction bloom.”