my art consists of queer men, twincest, and dark fiction. i don't condone anything harmful and i only do things in fiction.
despite that, most things i'll post here are going to be relatively "normal". i have no plans to upload nsfw.
minors (-18), discourse, or drama = block.
click below to see the terms and conditions for my OCs and art.
failing to respect my boundaries will result in you being barred from all my spaces and a permanent block.
i do not owe you my characters or art in any way, and i won't tolerate or entertain any disrespect.
DO NOT:
ship my OCs with yours or yourself.
role play as my OCs.
force me to play into your sexual fantasies of them. you may perceive them however you want, even if it's in a purely sexual manner. i can't control that, but i don't want to hear about it.
use or edit my art, writing, or lore directly without permission.
use any of my work for AI training or NFTs.
kin (nonjokingly) or introject them as alters. if you suspect you may form introjects on my OCs, please leave before that happens.
saw a comment that misspelled “kind gesture” as “kind jester” and am now imagining a beautiful world where we praise good samaritans by calling them kind jesters. good on you, you gentle fool. you’ve made the world a sweeter and sillier place.
ĭn′tər-lō′pər, (n.) one who is unwanted or unwelcome; one who interferes where they do not belong. A mini fansite theme matching my Heartworm about page.
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like i quite literally have never been more passionate about anything than i am about the human race’s invariable desire to tell stories and the fact that we always find a way to do it, through spoken language and written language and body language and visual art and theater and poetry and oral tradition and a million other things. there are so many things we take for granted about the human experience that we never stop to think about but i really want you to take a step back and consider how fucking amazing it is that our need to tell stories transcends all boundaries of time and geography and borders and language. it is one of very few things that is legitimately intrinsic to human nature and i will never stop being completely in awe of humanity for that.
good practical reflection for artists who feel like whatever theyre making just isnt working is the sit down and VERY HONESTLY ask yourself: what is the gift here? it can be a lot of things. what am i giving to myself? to the world? what feeling? what expression? art that resonates is art that GIVES
i think this is part of why theres such a disconnect for people who try to make 'art with ai.' if you REALLY ask yourself 'what is my gift here with this ai art?' the answer is nothing. no story to give, or real feeling, or new idea. then these folks they are confused when it doesnt resonate
time and attention are VERY precious. why would an audience give you one of the most existentially valuable things in the universe, their time, if they know you are not a giver in return? EVEN if it means you are giving back to yourself and writing for an audience of one. YOU STILL GOTTA BRING A GIFT
Hey I made a three-legged crow (Yatagarasu) pattern for future merch, hope you like it! Feel free to use for non-commercial purposes as long as you credit me somewhere visible 🖤
if a character means enough to me i will truly never stop thinking about them. i just retire them into a little back room in my brain and periodically bring them out to stare at them under a little light