Jem The Transitioner

I’m Jackson, a trans dude Sinners and TADC made me remember I had dreams once. So now I’m trying to post my art once a week. Week counter: 10

[jackson-jemson]

I’ve decided to post drawings weekly and I made a signature to commemorate that!

If I may be vulnerable with the page, it’s really fucking crazy what it takes for me to be motivated to be creative. Like the world is fucking burning and I’m like, “you know what would be fun? Finally making art like I’ve been wanting to do my entire life!” Like truly I picked the best time lol. But also like it tracks for me. Last time I was this creative was during the 2021, so…

But no really it was probably like finally getting a tablet and seeing how much easier it makes it for me to draw. Layers make drawing so much less stressful lol. Then you know, having people in my life who support me, and finally being in the proper headspace to believe them when they said I could do it. Idk man, something just clicked last year and now I’m a more motivated and functional person. Feels good :)

Though it was probably seeing a trans person’s indie cartoon get really popular. Or Ryan Coogler be a cinema nerd and get more recognition for it. Or just the ‘I lied to you’ sequence specifically. I love being an artist!

[jackson-jemson]

Another inspired by a Florence and the Machine song: One of the Greats. This is a WIP though I may not finish blurred background to test what it might look like if/when I do finish it.

Un-blurred and Timelapse below

[jackson-jemson]

‘Dug hole in the garden and buried a scream, and from it grew a bright red tree.’ You can have it all- Florence Walsh

I continue to be inspired by quotes from my favorite things <3 side note think I’m getting better at depth and texture so that’s fun.

Making this made me feel like a teenager again, but teen me would’ve given the planter emo hair and anime eyes.

[angelcuppa]

I’m so glad the storyline of good omens 3 appears to be “we are working together despite the tension and hurt between us” because it lends itself to so many delicious possibilities. crowley leaning over aziraphale on a chair and then stopping himself, leaning back quickly as if burned. the two of them laughing about something like they used to and then remembering themselves - their smiles quickly dropping and the thick silence afterwards that holds everything unsaid. aziraphale doing something that makes crowley almost smile fondly but he grits his teeth instead and looks away. aziraphale trying desperately to see behind crowley’s sunglasses but maddeningly he just won’t take them off. aziraphale eating cake and leaving crumbs by his mouth and crowley unable to stop himself from gazing there and aziraphale noticing and knowing exactly why. settling back into their old dynamic, crowley beckoning come on angel and aziraphale being sweet and silly, but both of them still tense with the thought that nothing is as it was. and no matter how much they pretend otherwise, they cannot truly repair their relationship until they communicate properly.

and that’s the thing. although the scenes from the trailer are thick with tension and hurt, they are also so… sincere. honest. something has changed between them, and goodness, they are talking about it! maggie said “you never really talk to each other” but now they are. they are! aziraphale seems to be saying do you want an apology? I was trying to do the right thing, we couldn’t leave those people there, please understand. I’ve come to help. crowley seems to be saying do you really want to help? I’m so hurt, because none of this had to happen, I asked you to come with me. we could’ve been happy. for once in their ineffable lives they are trying to be honest and desperately wanting to fix the fracture between them, however difficult that may be.

and of course, the hurt won’t last. crowley at the end of the trailer, without his sunglasses and wearing a teary smile, is proof enough of that.

[jackson-jemson]

$: INCORRECT!! That’s not even CLOSE to wacky enough!

So true $. It’s just that like I started with Caine and like went so hard on the teeth that I had to move on for my sanity. Then I ran outta steam after finishing bubble. Could say I abandoned him just like scratch.

Wait! What if that’s who $ is?? Like it’s a back up of scratch’s brain scan. Maybe his scan was split or corrupted because of his tumor. This literally just came to me, and sounds really out there but like… my cogs… they’re turning.

Isolations under the cut:

[jackson-jemson]

$: INCORRECT!! That’s not even CLOSE to wacky enough!

So true $. It’s just that like I started with Caine and like went so hard on the teeth that I had to move on for my sanity. Then I ran outta steam after finishing bubble. Could say I abandoned him just like scratch.

Wait! What if that’s who $ is?? Like it’s a back up of scratch’s brain scan. Maybe his scan was split or corrupted because of his tumor. This literally just came to me, and sounds really out there but like… my cogs… they’re turning.

Isolations under the cut:

[jackson-jemson]

I just watched Rental Family and when I saw Mia’s art project, I thought it would be a cute simple thing to draw as I’ve been trying to make super detailed pictures. I wasn’t even trying to finish it, just get down the shapes and colors but ended up working on it for the rest of the movie lol.

It’s not perfect but I still had fun making it <3 maybe when I get better and faster I’ll come back and make it prettier and detailed.

In-film project under the cut

[comicallyqueer]

I don't know why I think of it like this way. I look down think of a field of wheat or something that I am growing on my arms. New hairs have sprouted as fast as it takes seeds to germinate. Rise little seedlings, rise!

It ain't much but it's honest work.

obviously I combined two seperate comics here since I like this idea so much I did it twice. the first one was from week 1 on T and the second I made like a week ago... uhhhhh week four or five?

[jackson-jemson]

This is David. Gordon’s friend.

[doinggreat]

Bad Bunny - Super Bowl LX Halftime Show (February 8th, 2026)

[jackson-jemson]

This is Gordan. He’s a character in a comic I’m making.

It’s like written and everything. Has been for like 4 years. I’m just gonna start posting drawings for it. So far I have two doodles/ start of reference sheets including this one…. Which clearly is not.. done. I’ll fix that soon.

More stuff about Gordon under the cut!

Basics: Gordan Morales | 15 | 5’3

Likes: Poetry, cursing, nature, the color orange, his best friend David.

Dislikes: his hometown, robots, the government, being asthmatic

Bio:

Gordan was born prematurely due to his mother dying 7 months into the pregnancy. Physically he turned out ok he’s just short, asthmatic, and nearsighted (eyesight unrelated to prematurity). His father is a distant man, and somewhat blames Gordan for his mom’s death. But his dad works a lot so they’re rarely in the same space for him to dwell on it. Sometimes he can go days without even seeing him. Besides his dad, Gordan has no other family.

Well, he has the Griffins. The nice family across the street that have a son about his age, David. He started going over there around age 7 and they took him in. With them, he ate good, got his clothes mended, and cleaned. He could even sleep there on nights he didn’t want to be home alone. It’s a good space for him. Unfortunately, every other week or so his dad makes him come home to keep up appearances.

Despite some bad cards, Gordan turned out somewhat ok. Sure he’s impulsive, confrontational, and suffering from a deep anger at the world, but he’s got a big heart. He loves exploring and dreams of moving West because ‘that’s where life is good and exciting”. He brings up this dream every chance he gets, always telling David to keep a bag packed because the second they walk across the stage they’re leaving.

When he’s not fantasizing about his future Gordan writes. He writes stories, poems, his thoughts, anything. It’s a release for him. He spends all day being David’s loud passionate friend, and the school trouble maker, so at night before he sleeps (though naps would be more accurate) he writes. On the weekends if he’s feeling low energy he’ll round up David and David’s little sister Caitlyn and they’ll go to the park. There they’ll just sit under the county tree, the Griffin kids cycling through various activities while Gordan jots away in his notebooks. If it gets late and David has to take Caitlyn home, sometimes he’ll let them go ahead so he can stay, write, and maybe gaze at the dome ceiling pretending there are stars.

[jackson-jemson]

WIP complete

[randumber]

Like my favorite episode of doctor who- i think about turn left Donna way too much

[yourgreenpalminmine]

[37] Log date 6 587 4

Kurine’s life is fading. With each gem incubated, with each mine dug, with each monument constructed, a little more life slips away. There are havens left, yes, but they won’t last long. There comes this point on every planet I visit, where I have to accept the reality of my species. It’s…sad, yes. But is it not the natural way of things? All things must come to an end. Some species must consume others to continue on. 

But then, sometimes… sometimes I feel more organic than gem. And I am left to wonder: does that feeling, that persistent thought, come from the organic strands that were stolen to make my life? Screaming and shrieking from being forced into a form that defiles them, trying to break into my mind, and remind me of what they once were… what I once was. A planet full of life, turned into a shallow husk that harbors only a virus: a virus that spreads across the galaxy.

And here I stand, a wretched creature, not life born from death, not a part of the sacred cycle encapsulates all beings…but instead, immortal existence born from immortal repose, a monstrous insult to creation.

Or, perhaps, this longing and loathing isn’t from some sort of organic plea, but rather a misattributed desire to be one with another?

Am I Peridot, or a mere shard of Agate?

I certainly seem to exhibit all the qualities of a broken stone…my thoughts meander and never seem to come to any conclusion. I’m formed, but formed wrong. My body aches for my missing pieces, my missing mind, my missing limbs. I’m warped threads of consciousness adrift, desperately looking for her weft, half of a tapestry sitting unwoven, and incomplete. 

I still feel Agate, in the space between us. But as time and distance grows her touch wanes, her silence haunts, and ache devours me from the inside out. 

If there is one gift from immortality, no matter how much I wish I could die an organic death- it is that Agate will endure. As long as I live, a shard or not- I am her, if only half a mind.

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[voidvinn]

played fnaf 3 on my crt and it’s the coolest and most horrifying thing imaginable

[taxed-up-trotter]

They got weird fishes in this beach...

[jackson-jemson]

This is Gordan. He’s a character in a comic I’m making.

It’s like written and everything. Has been for like 4 years. I’m just gonna start posting drawings for it. So far I have two doodles/ start of reference sheets including this one…. Which clearly is not.. done. I’ll fix that soon.

More stuff about Gordon under the cut!

Basics: Gordan Morales | 15 | 5’3

Likes: Poetry, cursing, nature, the color orange, his best friend David.

Dislikes: his hometown, robots, the government, being asthmatic

Bio:

Gordan was born prematurely due to his mother dying 7 months into the pregnancy. Physically he turned out ok he’s just short, asthmatic, and nearsighted (eyesight unrelated to prematurity). His father is a distant man, and somewhat blames Gordan for his mom’s death. But his dad works a lot so they’re rarely in the same space for him to dwell on it. Sometimes he can go days without even seeing him. Besides his dad, Gordan has no other family.

Well, he has the Griffins. The nice family across the street that have a son about his age, David. He started going over there around age 7 and they took him in. With them, he ate good, got his clothes mended, and cleaned. He could even sleep there on nights he didn’t want to be home alone. It’s a good space for him. Unfortunately, every other week or so his dad makes him come home to keep up appearances.

Despite some bad cards, Gordan turned out somewhat ok. Sure he’s impulsive, confrontational, and suffering from a deep anger at the world, but he’s got a big heart. He loves exploring and dreams of moving West because ‘that’s where life is good and exciting”. He brings up this dream every chance he gets, always telling David to keep a bag packed because the second they walk across the stage they’re leaving.

When he’s not fantasizing about his future Gordan writes. He writes stories, poems, his thoughts, anything. It’s a release for him. He spends all day being David’s loud passionate friend, and the school trouble maker, so at night before he sleeps (though naps would be more accurate) he writes. On the weekends if he’s feeling low energy he’ll round up David and David’s little sister Caitlyn and they’ll go to the park. There they’ll just sit under the county tree, the Griffin kids cycling through various activities while Gordan jots away in his notebooks. If it gets late and David has to take Caitlyn home, sometimes he’ll let them go ahead so he can stay, write, and maybe gaze at the dome ceiling pretending there are stars.

[exitwound]

when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”

[existential-celestial]

and ashbery said “accept yourself as numerous”

[soracities]

and when mahmoud darwish said “I am besieged by contradiction” and when lewis carroll said “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then”