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pulling up to the family reunion dressed as my bugs because i am cringe aND FREEEE 🤸🤸🤸

#my art #wishbone art #journal entry #harping #this was a season of treating myself in the name of bugcore #“be yourself” they said so what better way to do that than to dress up as your mind's creations 🧀#the first panel freaks me out so bad but Marty likes it and i can't refuse the tiny husband #and re: reunion - trying to survive the minefield of party games as an introverted mandatory-party-game-participation non-liker #🧍 “if i stay very still they won't notice i haven't joined any games yet and won't make me play”#(i failed they got me)#it gave me whiplash 🤘🤕 yippie #12302025 #hrmmm just gonna tag #etrian odyssey #for the one eo bug...#what if... a lineup of my other bugs vs bugcore 🥹 hmm

December 30, 1886

A child arrives not crying into the world but remembering.

Ink already sleeps in his veins. Lines coil behind the eyes like serpents waiting for a name. The room hums— walls thin, shadows attentive, time loosens its grip.

He is born sideways to doctrine, cradled by silence rather than law. Angels avert their gaze. Demons do not approach. The sigil breathes itself into being before language dares to follow.

Hands twitch— not reaching, but marking. The future folds inward, becoming a knot of will and dream, desire unashamed of its own fire.

Outside, the world insists on order. Inside, a deeper grammar awakens: that belief is an animal, that art is a door without hinges, that the self is a god who forgets itself in order to play.

Thus Spare is born— not to teach, not to lead, but to dissolve the cage and let the spell walk free.

A star inks itself into flesh.