A gray figure on a solid-colour bright red background. They have long hair and bangs, what would be considered a feminine appearance. Their eyes are hidden by their bangs and the downward angle of their head obscures their mouth, so no emotion or personality can be determined from their face. They're curled up, knees pulled up and arms crossed loosely across their chest, like they're sheltering something with their body. Underneath their arms, fully visible as though their arms were transparent, is a tiny figure coloured like the trans flag. He has short hair, and is curled up in a similar way to the gray figure, knees pulled to his chest, but he seems more tense than protective. He's partially hiding his face in his hands, his eyes are wide, and he's shaking.
maybe i should start posting the art i made in the earlyish days of my mom radicalizing into the whole Concerned(tm) TERF Parents thing going around
[Image ID: A two-panel horizontal comic. The only colours used are black and deep blue, except for one block of white text. Everything is surrounded by a thick, black, sort of scribbly border.
Panel 1: Inside the border above the first panel, blue handwriting reads: i miss you. i miss you so much. is this how you feel when you mourn me? The panel itself contains a lone head at the center. His hair is short and he's reaching his arms up, hands almost covering his face. The only feature drawn on the face is the right eye and right eyebrow, which has an eyebrow ring through it. His few features are twisted in grief and tears are pouring from both his drawn eye and the space his other eye would be. He's looking down, maybe at his hands, maybe at the ground. The rest of the body is not drawn. As his tears fall down to the bottom of the panel, they grow much larger in size, until they're almost the size of his head.
The panel fades to black through a series of brushstrokes, then fades back to blue in the same way to start the second panel. Inside the black space between the panels, there is white handwriting that reads: i don't see an end to this guilt until it's too late.
Panel 2: The same figure from the first panel, same hair, same one-eyed face, stands in the rain, holding an umbrella. This time he has not been drawn with his one eyebrow, so it cannot be used to help determine what emotion shows on his face. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie, like someone would wear at a funeral. His posture is stiff, his shoulders straight, his arms pressed to his sides, giving him a strict rectangular silhouette. He's staring intensely at something in front of him: several flowers, varying in size, probably laid by someone, maybe covering something. Inside the border below the panel, in blue handwriting, is just a single period. end ID.]
