#tailor talks

And this ridiculousness is why I mute the Rogues' discord!

- I am non-dysphoric genderfluid/non-binary, panaesthetic, demi-cupioromantic, xenic, and use neopronouns (they just aren’t in my description, simply using they/them is fine). I support all LGBTQ+ and mogai.

DO NOT INTERACT if you are: terf, swerf, transmed, exclusionist, anti-mogai, anti-LGBTQ+

- The types of flags I make are recolors of existing flags, alternate versions of flags, new flags for identities that don't have one yet, and combo flags (combining the flags for multiple identities into one). Most of what I do is simple striped flags, but I am up for editing some more complicated ones as long as the shapes aren’t too crazy.

I hope I have made myself clear.

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I planned a big, elaborate breakfast, but I was thoroughly outdone when I woke up this morning:

The sign in the window read "Open", like it did most days. Looking in through the glass showed a workshop steeped in understated class, with several sewing mannequins around the room, draped and pinned in several half-finished suits and dresses. Some of them were easily identifiable: a short and portly mannequin in a black suit, a taller, broader one in a familiar two-toned split...

But nowhere to be seen, at least from the outside, was the Tailor. If someone were to really focus, or press their face against the glass, they might spot the white blur of an white-coated stoat scurrying around the plum carpet, dragging pincushions and fabric swatches to and fro between a desk and the back storeroom.