Me, A Trans Woman At The Resturant Wearing A Linkin Park Sweater: Please Dont Call Me Sir...i Hope He

The Brother

Visious claws rendered onto viscous flesh. Tender as a hot touch, tendons taughts and shrivel in steam, stew like noodles in the demons broth

I sink into a sickened sleep, dreaming so hard from the pain...

Losing my body and soul my mind melds whats left together to these words

The bones in the broth

A demon simply called The Brother. It doesn't have siblings or any family, and it's ambiguous whether that creature itself is even male at all. It just keeps turning everything and everyone into broth.

A Lesbian never born

So much for my love, i was cut off into

He cant be the she he wants to be

Estrogen gave him breasts, but not her

Chests full of milk and love soft soft All he wanted was to forget he was ever

Never a woman. He cries because he cant

Tell you all his male secrets. He loves

Every wave of femininity, that idea of

Sapphic love is fleeting sand he

Causes himself so much pain, he is so

Angry at what he was born to be, his

P**** envies the idea of being she, but

Eventually she might come through

All thats left of our stars

Our memories from far away

A shrinking light

Is it dying?

Or just disappearing?

The tape tapers off into silence

Before everything grinds to a halt

Guts regurjitated out its mouth

A cry silenced by aching pain

And the void of space

Its all black tape...

Some art I did for a dnd campaign. A regular deer was transformed into a centaur esc anthro creature as it accidently came in and out of the faewilds. I liked the idea of anthro centaurs so his bottom half is deer and his top half is basically an anthro deer. His antlers play music in the wind.

I still need practice for anatomy but I was otherwise happy with this drawing. I saw a pretty inspiring post on here about a woman who naturally grew facial hair and learned to embrace it. I thought Applejack would be a good canidate to draw her like that. I expanded upon that to make her a transwoman who kept her facial hair after transitioning. I used reference images of real transfem powerlifters. This applejack uses She/They pronouns. She still works at the farm she just also does Powerlifting competitions as a hobby. I envision her here as a mule instead of a pony. Planning on making more art of her including spicy variants. Any art tips/constructive critiscm is not only welcome but deeply appreciated. Thank you to everyone whose already shown my blog support, I love your blogs too :3

Waiting

Boredom is a drum

I hum

Trum trum trum

Boredom is a clock

I tick

Tik tik tik

Boredom is an air vent

Breathing belabored

Under my own weight

Under the weight of air

Looking down at my phone

My view obscured by hair

Where where where

Am I?

Quiet sadness

I cant ...

Wind is out of me

Love is a sucker punch

That kills me

Transistince

Transistence is the resistence

Against the resistence to be trans

From outside and in my head

"Where the psychological

Becomes social"

As an old English professor used to say...

Are my layers just cake?

Vaccous calories of air and sugar?

Why do I yearn

To be a tasty pink cloud?

Dissappearing onto the horizon

Where a sunset masks the line between sky

And mountain

Psychological sky

And societal mountains

Buildings conceal the clouds

Light drowns out the stars

In total darkness

Each of my hundred of failed attempts to write a story is actually a lesson in motivation, a lesson in mistakes. My art grows with me. And the reason i have so much growing to do is because of all the places I wanna go. I have a lifetime to figure this out.

This is allowed at my house if you know me

You ever been in a state where you physically have no energy, but you're bored and socially understimulated so you kind of wish you could just invite people to come over like this: