sirawing

hobby writer and digital artist - he/they

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i suppose i should have an introduction.

hello! i’m aris, but don’t mind sira either. (yes, it is just aris backwards lmfao) i am 19 years old, a trans guy, and i use he/him pronouns. (or they/them, tbh.)

i do lots of things, mostly related to the arts. i do lots of digital art, a little traditional. but the blog is specifically for my writing. my main interest is actually warrior cats, so fanfiction will always be secondary to that. i am a waca artist and writer first and foremost, as that’s my special interest.

FANDOMS

dc

mainly just the batfam

marvel

mostly just spiderman

warrior cats

minecraft

lots of other minor interests. i watched she-ra, atla, httyd, i love stardew valley. did my time in the dsmp fandom

i mainly write for the batfam or for spiderman. love love love peter in gotham fics/crossovers. i have done a little bit of work relating diona from genshin impact, and dabble a little bit in minecraft (mcyt) as well.

IMPORTANT TO NOTE

i will not tolerate hate of any kind. bigotry, zionism, homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc etc are not welcome. i am of the belief that everybody deserves a right to live a peaceful life. everybody has the right to food, water, and shelter. and lowkey capitalism shouldn’t take that away from them. generative ai is ruining our planet. ai “art” is not art.

in case you ever need it my ao3 account is

sirawing

and that’s where i post most my works (although some are erm anonymous)

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i am being forced to touch grass this is horrible

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also,

my ao3 account is not abandoned, i swear, i will update eventually.

it’s so hard to write knowing i have to do at LEAST 5k words in a chapter.

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i feel the need to reiterate and make it incredibly clear that my depiction of any and all batfamily members is my own and explicitly non canon

my interpretation comes almost entirely from fanfiction and the very few comics that i have read and i am very aware that it is not accurate.

i shall be adding a tag to indicate this on all of my fanfictions including the batfamily

thank you and good day

(this is just a general PSA because i’ve seen a slight increase of people talking about canon vs fanon batfamily stuff and i want to make it SOOO clear that i am aware that this is not how they are. i just like to write them this way.)

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i wonder if it’s obvious that my main oc is loosely inspired by ctommyinnit from the dream smp

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i SWEAR my ao3 account is not abandoned i am just busy and hyperfixated on other things. i will update once i get into a spiderman thing again

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i’m not dead i swear

just busy

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computer how to avoid opioid addiction

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they have me on prescription opiates

oh boy

its making me … feel worse.

why should i have to be in pain all the time. this relief is only temporary and they’re never going to prescribe it again. it’s not fair

everyone else gets to live pain free. why don’t i?

ON A FAR LESS SERIOUS NOTE

holy shit this stuff is wild

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need more platonic possessive batfam

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had my first testosterone shot today

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New Tommyinnit in Gotham fic just dropped

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78079726

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Tommy in gotham again just a little idea

Tommy chirps loud, stretching the sound into a pleading call. He’s… not anywhere safe. He’s in an alleyway, in the crevice between to thick buildings. Walls surround him and his instincts scream at him. Claustrophobic.

This doesn’t look like any town he’s ever known. Doesn’t smell remotely similar. Tommy’s… scared. Tommy feels the world shift in front of him, vision blurring as he tries to focus on anything-

He calls out again, this time the warble comes out pleading. Flock-caretaker-flock-help.

He hears something. His head shifts to the side, and he relaxes immediately. His flock is here.

He calls out again. He recognizes the at he should try to speak in English- but… the avian chirps escape his chest easily. And his flock responds, anyways. The most that Tommy can see in the dark is shadows moving, and the silhouette of jet black wings.

He thinks his flock is saying something, but he can’t quite grasp the words. Tommy’s wings flutter.

Tommy reaches upward from where he was on the ground. Flock-up-nest-now, he chirps out rapidly. He doesn’t feel any sort of recognition from his flock, like the man isn’t listening to the words.

Tommy doesn’t care. He’s being drawn up into arms and suddenly he’s being surrounded by pitch black wings and everything is okay.

-

If Tommy had been any bit lucid, he would have realized that the wings were not wings, they were a cape. How unusual.

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shouting into the void tonight

i’m so tired

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my chronic pain fanfic is still relevant to me to this day

maybe i’ll write an update

or maybe i won’t

i think what i’ve wrote still portrays how i feel. unfortunately. i don’t need to add anything when there has yet to be a solution to my own issues

i’m tired of being told there’s nothing to do. i don’t want to live like this anymore

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tornado warning

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should probably work on writing. will i? prolly not.