Realms Of Fantasy

Imagine your about to get into a serious fight

You: "Cry about it!" (Condecending):

Them: "This is serious. You arent listening!"

Or

You "Cry about it." (Sincere):

Them "Oh okay. I...i dont know how to respond to this. Should I cry about this? Maybe id feel better.

Im just saying id be so disarmed if someone commanded me to cry in a sincere way, compared to if they were just snarky. Like id be so disarmed if a stranger said that. I mean like actual sincere care though. I dunno what that means, maybe just whatever makes people go like "holy shit" when you say something to them.

It seems espeically difficult with a stranger. But really charasmatic characters can do that a lot. Maybe I misread it.

Are those waves of wind?

Tricks of light

Crying whispers inside my head

Where i see this moving image...

Is that water black

So black so I may see myself clearly

Ratatouille 2099

The sink is dripping. Blood splatter reminds me of taking the hit. The sink is dripping, dragging like a cigarette. A delicacy, my final delicacy in a world I call dreary. What was once dreamy...

I have too much time to get lost in my thoughts so my therapist thought it worthwhile to write them out instead, write them out while the rat sleeps. Unfortunatley I just dont get much time to do that. With the neural link my concious mind is a dream state, and in my agitated restless state I may give the rat nightmares.

I was rereading the history of Ratatoiulle, of Remy controlling Linguini to create one of the most successtul restuarants in Paris. Back then it wasnt accepted to have the rats at all of course. I guess I got kinda stuck on the idea of how despicable rats were. How despicable they lived. Now were all despicable, and its just so damn normal.

Truth be told i never thought the rats were wierd until I started getting really high on weed. I felt like I, on my own, was something seperate from this rat. This congealed flesh that had grown with me to be a part of me. I feel...crazy.

I had to stare at my rat sleeping to understand things. Or maybe just to feel closer to who i was again. I watch it work in my dreams, watch it waltz the Ratway when I go out clubbing, high out of my mind. How can I or anyone be anything other then a rat? How could I remove a part of my face and still scream?

Rats were known to once inhabit the sewers in droves, living in darkness. Now we all live in darkness, in holy smelly darkness at the hands of rats.

-Burt Esener, Rat Philosopher

Penisneud

"You were born broken."

"That is your birthright."

-Beatrice Horseman

I was born small, swollen, and suffocated

Ive grown ten times in size

But alls the same

That ends the same

I edge near suffocation

When my partner suffocates me

To take the edge off me

Squeze harder please, it feels better for me

I want desperatley to be grateful for my life

And not swell myself on food and folly

I want to be small, carried by you

Why am I so small if im so big?

You tell me you love me all the same

But I'd change it anyday, anyway I could

If I could I would carry a wood worth its name

Instead it is life that is hard

And longing...

POV your on a date with me

"Yeah so Gastrodon was introduced in gen 4 of pokemon but technically it was initially in development to be added into gen 3. Its a sea slug, thought to be based on the Nudibranch by some, including myself. Oh, did I never talk to you about Nudibranches? Oh they are fantastic lil guys! There so colorful, and theres so many different kinds. Actually hold on...here ya go. What? Yeah I do keep a stack of polaroids of Nudibranches on me at all times, why do you ask? Anyway they are supercool, they have powers sort of like pokemon. They can absorb plant cells and photosynthesize, isn't that wild? I think it would be cool if GameFreak gave Gastrodon Solar Beam to reflect that, dont you? Oh yeah and because Gastrodon is a Water/Ground type it has only one weakness to grass. Granted a 4 times weakness can be really bad grass isnt the worst thing to be weak to. You can cover for that on your team perfectly with a fire/flying type. Of course then you have to worry about getting your ass beat by stealth rock, but you can play around that too. I mean Cynthia's considered one of the strongest champions in the mainline games and she has a Gastrodon on her team, or at least she does in Pokemon Pearl. Anyway so gastrodon..."

Things I wish I knew as a teenager/young adult:

Its better to experiment with hair color, identities, etc now and regret it then staying in the closet

Your clique is out there (even if you're a wierdo furry like i was)

Other lonely depressed socially awkward people exist! Actually theres a lot of them!

Some people are into you like that! You just have to find them i promise i promise someone is out there!

Embrace your wierdness, double down even! The popular kids were probably never gonna jive with you anyway

Please take a moment to ask yourself if your trans, even if you think its impossible. It's totally okay either way but its an important question worth your time even if you decide you aren't (after all its good to understand your gender even if you are cisgender).

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

Joanna Klink, from her poetry collection The Nightfields: Poems; "Almanac,"

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?

I need my space...

What the fuck even is space?

pacing around the house.

S.