Someone is running around stealing a whole bunch of art, I found one of yours and a bunch of others' art too:
They're jumping around fandoms and reposting art it seems. I haven't looked at the read more since I'm assuming it'll be a scam or virus or something. I also saw pillowspace's art and remxedmoon's art, among others
HEY EVERYONE!!! SOMEONE'S BEEN STEALING ART!!!!!! PLS REPORT THIS PERSON!!!!!!!!
Late Valentine's special!! Kind of bad becuz I was experimenting haha
interesting how transmascs & transfems alike think losing weight is the answer to pass as our chosen gender.... almost as if fat people are never Truly afforded a passing gender regardless of trans status. as fat people we are never Truly seen as Men or Women. anyway fuck that notion & if u think u need to lose weight to pass that's the devil talking
me when i wanna talk about my special interests but i got the vampire autism where you gotta invite me to talk about smth first, otherwise i wont say shit or dont know what to say because i feel like im annoying
*plus some sketches from The Wraith (with Cheated, my beloved)
Some Iterator Info!
Due to Tiers' large antenna/antler size, it is nearly impossible for him to move them. Since he lacks that form of expression, the ancients in turn allowed more flexibility in his joints and the ability to move more of his face than most iterators. Although it doesn't serve a function when dealing with his actual work, it can be helpful when reducing stress and the flexibility allows easier repairs.
who can relate
Sorry your boyfriend died and came back and died and came back and died and came back and died and came back again. He was trying to find you.
There needs to be more exploration of the way Hero must’ve felt watching Quiet walk out that door with the Princess.
Doing the right thing even as it destroys you, watching someone you love walk into uncertainty alone- the fear of them needing you. The lost of meaning. The way you have to pick up all the pieces, rebuilding it and it’ll still never be the same. The intimacy of how there’s something missing and it hurts. Every jagged edge of you is missing something.
Some part of you resents it all, resents the way he doesn’t look back and the way you miss him so so deeply.