#cedarposting

[cedarwool]

being an everything crafter is great but also sucks. like i want to get my watercolors out but i need to put away my microcrochet first. i want to do some leatherwork but my oil paints are on the table. i want to whittle but i'm using the bucket i catch wood shavings in to hold my papermaking mush. i want to write my book but my hands are too busy knitting a sweater. i want to code another video game but i'm too busy studying nalebinding. do you see my problem. the problem is that i need more hands

[wolf-paws]

dragging a faerie girl into the bar bathroom. pressed close together while the venue's music booms.

"god im so pent up. shrink down"

groping her and shaking the faerie dust out of her wings until she shrinks down to her actual size.

lifting her cute little body in one hand. gazing over the features you've been staring at all night. firm little ass. perky tits. her clothes shrunk with her, but they're easier to push aside at this size.

slipping her panties to one side and pushing a finger into her cunt. watching her stomach bulge out to accommodate it. seeing her gasp and confirming her stretchy little magic body can accommodate it.

unzipping your pants. stuffing her down into your panties next to your hard cock. throbbing against her while you finish rearranging your clothes. pushing your shirt up so you can see your own fat tits.

staring into the bathroom mirror, watching yourself as you grab her cute little body and wrap her around your cock. nature's perfect cocksleeve. bucking into her body over and over, hearing her squeal and moan as you stretch her out.

cumming hard and deep. filling her completely and watching the rest spill out onto the bathroom floor.

placing her on the edge of the sink. both still trembly. as you try your best to clean off the bathroom floor.

once you're both clean, tucking her safely into your shirt pocket. stumbling back out to the gig, no-one the wiser.

[fabledivine]

bf is laying flat on his back, fast asleep, with a weighted stuffed tiger (made in a sitting position) sitting on his chest. and he has politely folded his hands as not to disturb the tiger of course

[cedarwool]

yesterday i was at the woodworking store getting a knife sharpener because i've been really into whittling hair sticks out of hardwoods which dulls your blades like mad. and the lady who was helping me said "oh yeah i know the feeling of jumping into a project that turns out more complex, that's how i feel about my cable knit right now"

which in turn activated my sleeper autist, and we ended up talking about fiber arts, where i learned that this woman is part of the local lacemaker's guild and uses her woodworking experience to carve lace bobbins on the lathe. she then gave me the email address of the woman who runs it, because their group has no social media and only meets when the lead lady says 'everyone come to my house.'

while all of this was going on, another woman walks up. her partner was shopping for wood repair stuff and she heard us talking about fiber- she's a spinner who does historical reenactments nearby. period accurate, processes the wool herself. of course i ask her if they need volunteers and she gives me her contact info

long story short. autism is everywhere you look and you have to be okay with chatting with strangers. i don't remember where this post was going

[cedarwool]

still can't get over aventurine's boss form. he said "the thigh high heeled boots and the corseted waistcoat and fur collar are entirely necessary to my elaborate suicide scheme. oh and also i want a really big hat."

[cedarwool]

in honor of golshi week i took gold ship to cool as fuck island. she said welcome to mi casa and kicked me in the head 👍

also tried out a new lighting/shading style (with the borders) and it looks very good i think. kicks my feet cutely

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[cedarwool]

i love having a fountain pen and a little leather traveler's journal bc it makes me feel like a wizard or perhaps an intrepid adventurer taking important notes (grocery lists and to dos.) however when the ink in my pen runs out or it takes a bit to start flowing or it takes a little too long to open up my notebook i feel like an antiquated fool or perhaps a buffoon who obstinately clings to the past. do you understand

[cedarwool]

i love this. trailblazer puts everyone he knows on the planet in a groupchat saying there's a terrorist attack and they have to find a bomb. deeply unserious motherfuckers