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black artists gotta be my favorites ever, yall are holding my fav fandoms together w ur gorgeous art

WARNING FOR BRIGHT COLOR/BLOOD!!

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It makes your blood run hot

it makes your spit taste sweet

it makes you feel more alive-

then you have ever been.

WARNING FOR BRIGHT COLOR!

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Love my little clown guy, doesn’t have a name yet, they’re a poodle.

The owner/manager of the thrift store Octávio and Camry work at. I wanted to design a character who spent their adolescence and young adulthood in the early goth scene and never left it behind. Well at least the fashion and music; they’ve mellowed out a bit in the new millennium.

Rounding out my furry world with a friend/coworker of Camry and Matonne. He’s based on suggestions from some friends to make an intimidating-looking, but actually kind guy and a beefy feminine man (and no, I did not notice the pun until just now). He’s also my first ever mostly muscular character, a body type I’m much less confident in drawing.

Taking a bit of a break from designing furries and diving into something I haven’t done since high school, space art. I would usually just manipulate photos to create such images, but I wanted to try my hand at drawing and painting instead (especially since I use Procreate now instead of Photoshop). There’s a lot of areas I know I can improve, but it was nice jumping back into an old favorite art genre of mine.

Trying to get more comfortable with my natural way of drawing and not fuss with too much over making a perfect end product. Hopefully this get me outputting more art.

Just an experiment with brushes.

My friend @arrowawsome has been playing the Sims 4 and been keeping me updated on the goings on of its virtual neighborhoods. Of course, I feel in love with its space-loving romantic bi-gender bookworm sim and just had to draw him.

The character’s name is Eevee Zelda and has the pronouns she/him.

Properly made a ref sheet for another character, this time this cat guy.

He’s a friend from college of Bev and Matonne. Survives mostly on coffee, tea, and assorted chips while roommating with his co-workers/business partners of the thrift store.

And yes, he is named after the car.

Just playing around with brushes and color.

Been playing quite a bit of the Sims 4, and these two are among some of my favorite digital dolls. Darrel is the first child of the first two sims I made in the game, and Roberto is from the third household I ever made. Currently, they’re married with two kids. While the unmodded base game doesn’t allow for it, in my head Roberto runs a small game dev studio, and Darrel watches the kids in between being a music tutor.

Gonna be posting some old drawings over the course of the next few days. Wanted to draw Alex in a crop top, but couldn’t decide on whether to put them in jorts or a suspender skirt.

The house may be burning

There is no but coming. The house is burning and I’m excited for black history month. I’m excited to hear about other different black creatives and their work everywhere and I’m excited to hold my own as the house burns. I’m excited to see other black creators celebrate themselves and our community in spite of everything. I’m excited to learn and hear more than what I’ve gotten to before. I’m excited to see my community thrive for even just a moment. And I’m excited to see the house burn.

Celebrate blackness every day. And in spite of a regime that wants to destroy you, celebrate blackness even more starting the rest of this week and even more over the next month.

Choking

I could feel myself choking, on his internalized self loathing and the humidity.

This damn window is always such a bitch to open, but finally- I cracked it open and the rush of air was tickling the hairs on my body, and quenching my lungs.

The floor feels so cool on my skin, my always buzzing with warmth, skin. The shadows and colors on the ceiling look like so inviting and forgiving. They whisper to me, “you love you, that’s enough,” but I don’t believe them. As I gaze out the window I can see the sky, it’s perfectly clear. It looks painted actually.

Buzz, buzz.

What does he want now? To suffocate me further? Leave me alone! Go lie to the world somewhere else. Yo sé quién soy. Soy hermosa como soy. I hate him. I hate how this makes me feel.

I miss you.

Yea, I miss me too. I miss how free I was. How I had no fear, but now I fear losing your love. Losing. I fear losing, but I can’t and I won’t. I can’t lose out on love. Real, free, trusted love.

15 minutes.

That’s all the time I have to pull myself off this floor and feel like a whole person again. To feel my soul light up and be the roaring fire it truly is when it isn’t being snuffed out and stifled by bigotry and insecurity. Ahh! I’m tired of crying hot tears of desperation.

A kiss. A hand on my knee. A lie.

All this to make me feel special behind closed doors. Doors so heavy and thick that they can barely be opened. Doors that if we ran through them hand in hand we could be free.

It’s hot out. 9PM. 80 degrees Fahrenheit. Where is that damn breeze. I’m choking again, this time on the smoke from his day old blunt. Damn, anything else you want to suppress? It doesn’t really matter does it? Of course it does but he’ll never get it. Only one of us choking. You can’t know the feeling unless you’ve choked before.

(8.5.18)

Just Me

I need to finally accept the fact that I’m alone. I tried to open myself up to help and friendship and support & I’ve had to demand it. It did not come freely. I don’t think this is going to change. It hurts but I accept it.

I think pretty soon, I’m just going to have to diminish my contact with others. Keep it to only public scenarios like grocery stores and barbershops. Leave personal ties behind me. I wish things were different but there nothing I can do.

I wish that I didn’t have to keep changing myself to fit into this world. I’ve really come to like who I am as a person, and I thought I was bringing something good to the world. I find myself having a harder and harder time everyday. Being myself makes me only feel more lonely and like I don’t belong. I wish no one would ever know this feeling.

So much of the time I feel like I don’t matter. And I think I do, but no one else seems to think so. I’m not sure how I’ll manage to be who I want to be and also remove myself from society. So much pain. It doesn’t matter. My feelings don’t seem to matter. How can I value myself when no one else does? I’m conflicted. I’m hurt. I think I really should just leave everyone alone.

Maybe one day someone will hear me.

(11.11.17)

Good Morning

I can feel you. Your skin on mine. Our hair lightly intertwined. My thighs pressing on yours. No fabric between us. The sun spilling through the blinds onto our bodies. It’s warm, just warm enough. Last night... Goddamn! We’re lucky there wasn’t a noise complaint. Between the sweating and squeezing, I’m surprised my muscles finally stopped throbbing. Your hair and your neck in my hands... your lip between my teeth, you taste so good.

Look at you, fast sleep. Your body barely moving against gravity as that gentle heart of yours beats. The heart strong enough to hold me and my epic feelings. You’re still sweet to me even when I’m at my worst. Your hair always smells like the beach, and your lips a bit salty after the first kiss. Your body still fits in mine, it’s so comforting. I’m trying not to wake you as I run my fingers over your lower back down to your ankles. I want more.

I’m watching you from the bathroom, washing the taste of sleep from my mouth so I can wake you with sweet kisses. You feel so good under me. Your knee resting on my ass, your wrists crossed on the back of my neck. Take my weight baby. You like how heavy I am... Make me grow.

Out of breath again. Your head on my chest as the clock keeps ticking. I don’t want to get up, everything else can wait. This feels right. How do we do this to each other? Never mind, I dont want to ruin the magic, promise me you’ll never stop. Your eyes, they’re shining as you look at me. Your lips twitch before you speak and it’s one of the cutest things about you. What are you going to say to me my love?

“Good morning, baby.”

(10.6.17)