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INTEREST CHECK!

I'm considering setting up an etsy in the near future, so I need to know-

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Does anybody really know who they are?

Does anybody know what they really want?

Sometimes I think it'd be easier- No.

Sometimes I think it'd feel better- No.

Some times I think the only option- No.

Sometimes I think it would feel better to be a mirror.

No. Not a mirror. A sponge that soaks it all in.

Not a sponge. You got it wrong again. Do you even know what you want?

Some times I feel like a pair of lungs. Breathing in and incorporating what ever is in the air. Consume any atmosphere, ride any high. Make yourself part of any wild night- breathe it in until you almost sound like one of them.

Because when it's in the air you can convince yourself of anything. Not that you'd say it with conviction, but you want to sound like it. You want to hear your voice cry out with the rest. And by the end you'll nearly believe it.

Sometimes it feels like the only option. Or at least, the best one. You don't know what you'd do if they left- you don't know what you'd do if you lost either side. But if both options are torture maybe you pick the torture that feels a little more exciting? Or at least the one where the misery doesn't last as long.

But then you take a breath of something else, somewhere else, and you're different again. Comfortable, silly, light-hearted, talking about creatures and games and things that weigh so much less. Warmth even where there is no lightning.

Or you take a breath somewhere else- stress and tension and business as voices battle over each other to be heard and you just want any of them to stop and listen to you for a fucking second- just like they want you to do.

Take a different breath, different air- now you're an entity moving in a crowd. A piece of a place so much larger. A dancer on a battlefield, gambling hands of charm to people you will never meet again. A compliment in a room full of flirting voices and flying fists.

Take a breath.

What do you breathe when you are alone? Is that the closest to what you want? That thing that wanders empty streets, rail road tracks, listening for voices and dancing to music no one else can hear?

Paving your way down midnight streets and back alleys as the night stretches on later and later, almost praying for something to test your immortality- to pop this bubble of invincibility that's formed around you in this almost-almost-comfortable time?

Not that they ever do. Your voice and footsteps echo down empty streets, empty walls, no one around to hear you.

Reflect the graffiti coating the walls. Absorb the music that spills through the halls. Breathe in the smoke that fills the air- it's better when there is no-one else there.

Looking for something you don't think you'll find. Wondering if you've left it behind. Praying you'll ever know what you want- wondering how much of it is just a front.

All of it feels real as anything else. Fresh air, stale air, bleed together. When you're starving, any morsel tastes like a banquet. Echoing words and lyrics back into my mind- crosshatched graphite in an empty street.

Maybe nobody knows.

Maybe sometimes I do.

It gets so, so hard to ever tell the difference.

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Kid Pix just became pubic domain, so the remade (but pretty much exactly the same) version is now available here. It's uh, wild, highly recommend checking it out not only for the wonderful nostalgia but you can legit make some incredible looking stuff!

FIND IT HERE

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Preparing for your SOLO SHOW

There is no new start without Death No reinvention without loss No new creation without sacrificing WHAT CAME BEFORE

I can't believe I never posted this one- I made it months and months ago, and this one actually is my favorite painting I've made to-date. Once again, lore under the cut.

All of the collage bits in this painting were cut out from one of the first mixed media experiments I did, a "vision board" collage that was assigned to me by a housing program I was in at the time. I did like this collage, but.... It makes the poem a bit more fitting, I think.

The tower is a tower that shows up in a few of my paintings, but I don't know if any others are on tumblr... It's a cel tower I go out to with my friends at night a lot. There's Something out there. I think we all agree on that.

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I have a new paintiiing.... With lore under the cut.

Visually it definitely isn't my favorite thing that I've made, but as far as the personal connection goes, it's definitely one of them.

The Wheel of Fortune tarot card is a really important symbol for me, for a lot of reasons. But my dad, who taught me about tarot in the first place, has a very different opinion on it.

I actually got his phrasing wrong in the phrasing- not the spokes, the axle. He talks about needing to sit in the middle of the wheel, hold on to the very center where you aren't affected by the turning of it. He doesn't understand why I don't want that.

He asks why I'm "inviting suffering." He asks why I'm "seeking out pain" He doesn't listen when I try to tell him that that's not the point

. Hanging on to the center keeps you safe from falling off, but then you never get to see the view from the top.

I want to feel every part of the cycle. I want to feel it viscerally. The view from up here makes it all worth it.

Never the axle. Never the spokes.

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A mildewed pamphlet. Fingerprints. Terror.

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More mixed media, and designed to be printable maybe. I don't like it as much as my Dessa collage, but maybe that's because i've lost connection with it already? I finished it as I was finally opening my eyes, really, for the first time in a long time. I can't explain what i mean by that, but maybe you get it.

I need to make more things. I need to make more art forever and I just don't know where to start. But I know I can make this real somehow.

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I'm building a body from balsam and ash I'm building a body with no god attached I'm building a body from blueprints in braille I'm building a body where our design has failed

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Happy Trans Day of Visibility <3

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I'm predicting the final fest of splatoon 3 lets see how it GOES

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Literally the girl of all time if im being honest

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Thought I should post just the newer version on it's own- An evolution I made for Sygiliph! Devourune is a Psychic/Dark type, evolves from Sigilyph at level 40 or higher in a desert. It has the abilities Levitate and Magic Guard, and the hidden ability Tinted Lens

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Stained glass

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Silly dumb meme redraw with mine and @aqua-sys's OCs

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Hi tumblr I made a beast please take him

His name is Devourune, he's a psychic/dark type evolution for Sigilyph for a pokemon legends kyurem concept I've been working on in my head for a little while.

Probably evolves by hitting level 40 or higher in a desert or a temple.

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I considered waiting to post it at not 2:30 in the morning, but I was staring at the old post, and....

anyways, here's the latest version of his design! I've done a few more drawings of him in between these, but I've been dying to get a quality digital drawing like this done for ages now.

Hi tumblr I made a beast please take him

His name is Devourune, he's a psychic/dark type evolution for Sigilyph for a pokemon legends kyurem concept I've been working on in my head for a little while.

Probably evolves by hitting level 40 or higher in a desert or a temple.

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She's just like me fr

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Bianca Blaire! OC/Major NPC from one of my tabletop games! Actually rlly proud of how this turned out-