It's Hard Being an Artist · 1:04pm May 4th, 2016
Don't judge lol I made it last night out of tiredness. I have more, considering posting them as a blog. Who'd like to see them? XD
Don't judge lol I made it last night out of tiredness. I have more, considering posting them as a blog. Who'd like to see them? XD
My mental health is kind of up and down at the moment. Feels like I take one step forwards and three steps back every time I try to "sort myself out."
One of my cats seems to be sick. He's thrown up four times in the last two and a half hours. Three of those times it was on my bedroom floor.
Well, I'm alive.
Thank you to those of you who offered support in the blog I posted earlier. I know it was a bit of a rant blog and there wasn't really much anyone could do for me, but just knowing that that support was there helped me a lot.
I've just posted what may be the most personal story I've ever written, given that my middle name is Trixie, my nickname ever since high school is Trickster, and my mother has dementia. There are other deep parallels I'd rather not discuss here.
My long but Incomplete Summer Sin Celebration pn0y story is out! It begins with naughty Sparity imagery, but becomes Spiharynx with romance headed to Sporax. Also I accidentally discuss issues of consent for thousands of words.
You'll get it, alright.
I couldn't sleep tonight, and I was bored, so I thought I'd come on here and write a long blog post. Fair warning, I'll be using a fuck load of equipment jargon in this post. If you don't know what I'm talking about, click here for an Imgur album I made explaining what everything is.
I wanted to talk about WW2 equipment and, more specifically, reenacting. This'll be a more of a stream of consciousness thing, so bear with me.