Kill the part of you that surrenders. Thrash and bite and scream for every inch they take from you until there's nothing left.

If you’re not from here, I need to explain this execution was on Eat Street, a commercial corridor of restaurants and coffee shops that literally everyone goes to. Normies, queermos, weirdos, neighborhood folks. Whatever that place is in your city, imagine ICE executing someone in cold blood there.

The older and more openly queer and autistic I get, the more I become cogent of how much "that's simply how it's done" has just been made up by the ruling classes - in many cases within the last century.

Trying to get back into the habit of doodling. Traditional art is harsh on my hands, but ideally when the mental habit is established I can transfer it to pixel art without too much trouble. Plus, it's not like the practice is unwelcome.

Y'know, just last night I was arguing that there isn't much merit in advertising a fic I was no longer invested in writing, and the very next day I get a commenter and the endorphin shot was sweet regardless. So, if anybody wants to read a #Blitzarolli AU where their injuries are swapped...

Random #worldbuilding babble: Spirits dwell in pareidolia. The mere perception of a pattern makes it easier for spirits to slip into them and manifest through them. Ergo, a paranormal phenomenon can simultaneously have a rational explanation and be genuine supernatural activity.

Also I do #lowpoly stuff on Blockbench sometimes. Not very good at texturing though, so I've been trying to focus on pixel art until I get the hang of it.

Probably my most complete #pixelart to date, never bothered to add the magic-raven-sword-blast or whatever that would've really finished it off.

Been advised to post some of my old art rather than wait for my depression to allow me to make something new, so here's me experimenting with sprite sizes.