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Ooooooo you love my little angel dog sooooo muuuch 🌀🌀🔮✨🌟💖
Painted based off a photo from her 14th birthday.
I miss my girl dearly.
Lucy says trans rights!! And also demands your attention. She's always been an attention whore. 💋💖
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Showers dampen my soils
Release my roots from their hold
On the grounding, on the world beneath me
I feel myself floating away
Swept through the flooded river
One among many in the disastrous debris
Swaying with the thrum of the rushing water
I release my agency to the world
My petals and leaves stretching up to the sun
For one last lick of ease
One last taste of life
One last gulp of freedom
Before my body rolls under the masses.
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Kiki’s concept illustrations
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Miles. Drummer of Velvet Venery 🤟🥁⚡
Did he name himself after Miles Morales? Who's to say... (yes. he did.)
#oc#twinksonoc#original character#alt#alt oc#trans oc#trans#little rat guy#queer art#queer artist#trans artist#traditional art#soft pastel
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Really befuddled by my realization that I'm aro
Like I've been a serial hopeless romantic for so long and I'm on the aromantic spectrum? That's just so funny to me.
Anyways, I love my wife.
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Carter, a slutty little freak that loves to play with genetics too much.
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Paranoia
Like fingers sliding round my neck
Paranoia
Like your hands digging into my chest
Tight, tight, tighter
Tug, tug, tug
My give isn't infinite
Yet you pull each end
Till I snap
You leave fractures in my bones
Cracks spreading, spreading, spreading
As my bones crack and crumble
And I
Snap
Someone always over my shoulder
Darkness veils my mind
Makes my eyes grow wide
Rigor mortis, my body's stiff
Snap
Crick, crackle, pop
My body falls apart
Shattered into pieces
Like I'm your piece of art
You were the demon in my heart
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Been wanting to post more of my art.
Will be doing that soon.
I want to invest in myself and my hobbies again. For myself, for my own love of not only myself but of my crafts. I'm hoping you all find a gentle warm push this season to do the things you love. 💋🐀
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It had been years since I had smelled you
But there it was again
Soft mildew, musk, and sweat
My nose found you before my eyes did.
And when I turned you were there
Somehow you had managed to
Isolate me once again despite
Being in such colossal crowds.
"You know, I've reflected."
"I know I've done you wrong,"
"That I've hurt you..." You spoke softly
And then looked at me expectantly.
Like I had something
To apologize for.
Was it the many times I led you on?
The times I tempted you by simply wearing clothes?
No words left my lips
As I stared at you in disbelief
And watched as your face contorted in
Rage, disgust, confusion.
"I shouldn't be the only one apologizing."
Your dirty black chipped fingernails
Dug into your chest
Like they had dug into mine.
Hollow.
Eyes, mind, body.
I was hollow.
Just like your apology.
You trained me like a dog
I remember the smoke
The feeling of cold lips and tongue
That tasted of tobacco.
Of sweaty hands groping
Begging, begging, begging
All while already
Doing, doing, doing.
And you want me to apologize
For all things things you've
Done to me.
Don't make me laugh.
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The feelings seep out of me, clouding my surroundings like a miasma.
I'm thankful for the ones who see it. Who see it and still choose to love me, take care of me.
#art#art therapy#artists on tumblr#queer artist#vent#vent art#trippy#trippy art#traditional art#paint markers#journaling
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New vs. old. A redraw of an older piece that I really enjoyed working on. 🤟
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Bright a red as pomegranate seeds
As scalding as my slithering insides
It drips from my nostrils,
Cascades down my throat
Tongue swirling in a mouth full of copper
Filling my stomach with liquid lead
I gulp down my own blood
Spitting it between scarlet stained teeth
Ruby rain falls from my face
Into the clear waters below
Streaming like delicate ribbons
Sinking to the bottom of the white porcelain bowl
I watch in suffocating silence
Once again I am left alone
My pain dissolving into quiet ripples,
Until only the stillness remains
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"I'm sorry."
Whispers left your lips
Clinging like death's breath,
In the dank, claustrophobic air.
Cramped together in the dark
Your eyes met mine
With a primal fear and desperation
Mirroring the terror festering in my own.
"I'm sorry I hurt you,"
"Sorry I ruined you,"
"Sorry I couldn't be better."
Your words fell on deaf ears.
My heart pounding in my ears
Slamming against my ribcage
Desperate to escape before my body could
Your body smothering mine.
You had torn my chest apart,
Cracked ribs like brittle branches
And devoured my soft innards
Untouched until you savaged them.
What was there to be sorry for?
When either out of curiosity or malice,
You deliberately ignited the
Putrid decay of my mind.
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corruption kink where the corrupting influence is "getting what you actually want" because I think that ruins and unmakes people in a really radical scary way and opens you up to some powerful forces that will have their way with you like it or not
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Decided to paint outside in a storm to see what would happen.
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My fingers itch
Burning red from the bleach
That I use to
Scrub the grout, the baseboards,
The forgotten corners
The murky black stains
Of a lifetime of neglect.
My skin set a fire
As I scrub in a fever
To irradicate any sticky sludge you left
Poison the larva in the rotted wood
Fume out the figures
Lingering in my mind's fog
Flush any flashbacks laying in wait.
Today I will make this place mine.
You deserve no room here.
This is my domain,
Never again will it be yours.
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