Hey! I'm Tamtey or Agott But you can call me any kin names.
She/her, he/him, they/them or any.
I'm 17 years old, and I make agere art! My art is always SFW although I do draw padded agere quite often. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might not want to follow me :)
I'm taking agere themed fandom art requests!! Read below for more info on my requests and trades!
DNI: Terfs, radqueer, proship/darkship, callout culture, abdl/ddlg/varients, political blogs, vent/sh/ed blogs, nsfw/gore/problematic, blank accounts, no DMs from adults, i will not answer and I will block you. Comments/asks/likes/reblogs are okay, Ect...
. . . REQUESTS:
If I am not in a fandom you want to request art for, I might not be able to complete your request! However, if you tell me where to watch or play the media, and I have the resources to do so, I may look further into it and add the Fandom to my list :)
RULES: No NSFW, follow my DNI when requesting art.
. . . FANDOMS:
(I will currently draw for)
MHA, Demon Slayer, TBHK, miraculous ladybug, Murder Drones, TADC, hazbin/helluva, James Cameron's AVATAR, (some) creepypasta, Voltron, she-ra, KPDH, Witch Hat Atelier, with more to be added later!
. . . TRADES:
If you would like to make a trade with me, I can do so for ocs or fandom art! I can draw other things such as furries, mlp, dragons, and more. But I will require art in return as per trade.
But who's here for me? You're all so readable, so transparent. I know everything without you even saying that. You think you're the only one? You really think that makes you unique? You don't know the things I've seen, the things I've done. Nobody knows because I don't give off any hints. It's called self control and keeping my mouth shut. I have a grand level of that. However, I don't have a grand level of patience. I don't know what to do here. Always caught in the middle not wanting to choose sides. I'm about to step away entirely, pick no sides, and leave. It's not my job to save your life, I was there when I couldn't save her. And it's not my job to be the therapist or the problem solver or whatever it is I've been trying to do. But I love my friends so much, I just want everyone to be happy. It doesn't mean getting along I just wish...I dont know. All the lines seem to lead back to me. So maybe If I was out of the picture nobody would have to be upset anymore
Crying sobbing curled into a ball. Can't even breathe but I can taste tears. But my hair is all wet and sticking to my face and im all gross and snotty and my eyes sting. Whispering to myself like a fool. Patting myself like it's someone else. Stupid. Its all so stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.
Sometimes I think i should just kinda...disappear. maybe people would be happier...if im really such a horrible person to be around, I can find happiness in being alone, surely. Something in me is crying but I don't have the energy to scream. They're happy without me, of course they are, I knew that...Things were better before me. It's safer for me and for them if i'm gone. It's good for both of us. I'll be in my little corner of the world, by myself where no one can get hurt by me, whether directly or indirectly...and They're far away from me, happy. I've learned to find happiness just by watching other people, it's okay. You'll see. I'm not scared. It's my fault, it always is. It's okay, we'll be okay. I always blow things out of proportion. I wont anymore, it's okay. I really enjoyed the memories I made. I have those forever. Those make me happy. So its okay. I tried to be so many different people, I just wanted to be liked and wanted around. But im mean, I know i am. Im sorry. I won't be anymore. I won't say much anymore. I'll be around, i guess, i'll come if im called. Im sorry for it all. And thank you for everything, too. Its really okay. I'm not mad, I've never really been mad, have i? No, I don't think so. I think I was just sad. But I'm going to be happy now, in my little corner of the world. Everyone will be happier that way
I have good days and I have bad days...I guess today is a bad day. So much hurt, so many things I can't say. Tired of biting my tongue. My head hurts. They'll never know. I just wish I could tell someone everything. To not bear this burden alone.
You know, its weird. I feel like a different person when I cry. When your throat gets that painful lump in it, and you start doing that double inhale. And you can taste the salt of your own tears and your saliva gets hard to swallow so youre just a complete mess. But I still want someone to hold me. To lie to me and tell me I can go home, to be calm for once while I get my turn to cry. But all I can do is clutch my own hand and whisper for someone that's gone. And imagine im back home, in my room, im still a kid, amd nothing has changed. I like to imagine my room as my safe place. But sometimes its much further away. A cabin in the woods, yearning for a home I've never known. I'm tired, my head hurts, I'm probably dehydrated...but I want something and I dont know what it is. I hate it, I hate me. Please just...can't I be vulnerable for five seconds?
i got carried away & made two. thanks for this request ! i haven’t watched murder drones, so i did some brief research on cyn. i hope this is accurate !
