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After A Very Very Very Long Time Samantha And Lyle Reconnect (2026)

#✸🖌️.png✸#look outside #sam(antha)#lyle look outside #smyle #had many thoughts while making this but whatever #looks around cowardingly and nervous

did you know spiders have their hearts in their abdomens?

#✸🖌️.png✸#look outside #lyle look outside #sam(antha)#smyle #samlyle

(wakes up in a cold sweat) denial!samantha looking at a mirror and crying, out of joy. she can't really stop. it's embarrassing. because she doesnt feel stuck, contorted, trapped in her body. it's so grotesque, long and overstimulating that there's no other descriptor to it. other then grotesque, long and overstimulating it's a blank slate, really. a new start.

she can feel happy when she looks at her reflection

…dare she says, like a girl.

little did samantha know, because what she was feeling overpowered everything around her -- her tears have watered the decaying, genetically unstable flora surrounding her apartment. a miracle none would know until she as the culprit of, until everyone accepted this body was still her.

#✸📝.txt✸#look outside #sam(antha)#twin told me to post this #so i did!

im drawing samantha ugiler and ugiler everytime i pick a pen and i intend to continue

#✸🖌️.png✸#look outside #sam(antha)#i do think her face should be more oval like in this though #her face is long like. medium long and gross and bumpy

shadow gets like tens times more fucked up once you apply transfem!sam like. I'm getting continuously dehumanized and called an "it" by everyone (if they dont run in fear at the sight of me first.) at best I am treated like some weird pet I brought myself into the house.

the anchor to my existence, the other half to my very being is the only expectation. She is the only one that sees me as someone sentient. Yet she doesn't call me a girl. She only calls me stuff like friend, pal, nothing indicating that she sees me as a girl.

And how could she. I am stripped of anything resembling humanity. The only thing covering the mass of hands and pure nothingness is a deathly, agonizingly cold mask ― and an blanket.

I cannot speak, I never learnt sign language. It is exhausting to really do anything when I am everywhere at once. Memories of the times I was still human ―when I thought I was a boy.― playing sporadically in my mind to which I travel to. I only figured out I was trans recently, there is no gift I could give her that could indicate I am a girl.

The day I overheard her talking about me to an roomate, I broke into tears.

She called me an "it".

I can't even properly cry anymore, no tear ducts.

I can't tell anyone I am a girl and it is eating me from the inside out.

#✸📝.txt✸#Look outside #Look outside shadow #Look outside sam #sam(antha)#Cloak n haggard #<- kinda. If you squint #I didn't intend this to become a microfiction i SWEAR

evil things are afoot... (opening for a wip :3)