#non binary art

[internetcowboi]

How shit’s been feeling lately

[wasleichtesart]

Happy Non-Binary Day!

[aqg-arts]

You've heard of Rainbow-Scarfed Umbra.

You've heard of Trans-Parent-Scarfed Umbra

But have you heard of...

Non-Binary-Scarfed Umbra

(If someone makes a better set up, I'll remove teh shitty one I have or smth, idk)

[dreamdropsystem]

Dream stimming with top!! one day we will have top - shane

[dragonjadearts]

something something self portrait

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if you like it, PLEASE REBLOG IT

[m00n-beamz]

Gonna see Dorian Electra IN THE FLESH TODAY :O did this drawing in honour of the enby overlord themself 🎭❤️⭐️

[chaoticbrainperson]

EXTERMINATE Queerphobia

[chichimodele]

📸: Kim Kardashian for GQ 2023 Man of the Year

[dreamdropsystemarchive]

oh man i want top inner world and our IRL body..

[amonisweird]

Happy pride month!!🏳️‍🌈

I wanted to make at least some sort of art for gay month so I decided to draw me with the lesbian and non binary flag! I tried to make it look more cute but now it just looks creepy😭sorta:/

[giuliadrawsstuff]

You are loved.

Reference here

[spookynest]

Reminder that you are loved

[wolfertinger666]

Heather bun bun bun bun bun

(she/her) 🐇🦇🩸

[dreamdropsystem]

tweaking our OCs/paras... Corrin has a horn now - HoneyLily

[theglitterpill]

Twilight Beings

By Logan Anthony

I am a being of twilight.

Like taking a picture of a sunset, the second you look down and back I’ve already changed.

My accessories are fluid, stars are shimmering where a second ago there were pink clouds, my yellows are now reds, but I am exactly the same.

I am the streetlights flickering on when the air itself is pale blue.

I am the way the leaves reflect a crescent of light, turning them ferocious to express the anger of trees.

I am the cool breeze that is always there when not handled too roughly by the sun.

I am the creativity and joy of the clouds, wearing two-toned everything for their celebration in the sky after a day of weeping and traveling.

I am the part of the day that is always autumn.

We, the creatures of twilight, need a gentler world to live in;

One where the sun isn’t blinding,

we tan beautifully but still burn,

we like it cool but shiver in the wind.

So now we come, in this intense yet requisite time when the world moves through every hue in an hour, a time so delicate its transience demands your attention, look away for a second, and you’ve missed something precious.

There’s no dawn chorus, there is room for the chirping of bats.

Things that are one color in the day are only definable at the second you look at them, orange clouds one moment are lilac another.

We are the sensitive, mystic beings -

Ones who understand things aren’t what they seem when the light changes, things who claim to be green are also yellow if you look when they show it.

And when you get a sense of predictability seeing the sky go from pale blue to ocean depths,

Pink, pink everywhere.

Existing in the slow motion of a flower blooming it seems stagnant for an instant but lets out the echo of an impish laugh as it childfully skips, going exactly where it wants, saying ‘Too slow! Try to catch me next time!’ by leaving the want of it in your heart.

And then, we are the stars.

We are beings of only the brightest stars, the closest planets.

We are the heralds announcing the phase of the moon.

We are the eternal welcome party, taking inventory of constellations present and their trajectories.

We play games of hide-and-seek, stars love to dart behind clouds, branches and leaves just to come out again and use their delicate glimmer to say ‘Here I am! Let’s play again.’

But what we twilight beings love most is to find a pool of water to sit at, near the end of Golden Hour, before anything begins.

To gaze into the pool and watch all the magic of twilight not as it is, but by its image.

To see the world’s beauty reflected in its own eyes,

this is the magic of god,

and we are Knights of the Temple.