I saw a post recently about how we outgrow our emotional coping mechanisms, likening it to a thick sweater we put on to keep ourselves warm (safe) when we were otherwise cold (less so) - but later, if and when things are hopefully warmer and safer, the sweater becomes a burden.

That gave me pause and encouraged me to reflect on how I've been trying really hard to shed mine for many years now, but it's so interwoven with many various aspects and insecurities of mine that it often feels unproductive; often cyclical in nature.

Drawing this in stream got some rather intense responses from chat, so I decided that everyone deserved to see a happier ending to such an emotional piece.

I couldn't resist being a bit more of a menace, but it's okay; I still got my treat in the end.

Today's Arwyn's birthday, so I made some time after working all day on my upcoming con panel to make her a little something special. She's been working on her car a lot lately, and we both seem to enjoy me calling her my "Diesel Dyke," so the idea was an easy choice.

Sometimes, all of the words in the world aren't enough to express feelings in a way that they deserve.

Regular programming will resume soon, with any luck. Until then, thank you all for your continued support.

My Sissy is moving! This was not planned!

She and our good friends Tower and Ziggy are having to house-hunt and get a lot sorted out in a very short amount of time, and could use the help with the costs of securing a new home.

They have a GoFundMe running here right now - any contributions and shares would be greatly appreciated!

Some things happened between me and my sister ((transgender)) Never, and while there's some more context behind this interaction than shown, I feel like it speaks enough for itself that it's complete as it is.

Here's an assortment of doodles for the latter half of 2025!

First up, a little selection of sillies of myself (Rayna, to be exact) and some friends.

I love the Jaymie Curtis drinking angrily imageset and it was high time I made a version of it for myself. Might colour them in to convert into stickers sometime.

Next, some stuff for social media.

A rather indulgent bit of art of one of Ashtrayguts' cute critters, a quick and easy diaper colouring guide, and a depiction of a fun interaction I had with Flimsyrivers on Bsky.

Last but not least; lots of Melodies!

First, puppies Melody. One asking for pets, the other asking for treats.

Next, bunnies Melody. I helped her redesign her bunnysona, after which I made several little gifties for her.

I enjoyed celebrating Christmas with a handful of close friends at Never's place this year. While making plans, some of us ganged up on and teased her with the idea of making her a child-friendly dish using the different parts of the meal being served.

She seemed really upset by this, to the point of threatening to throw a tantrum if we decided to pull such a stunt.

So I knew I had to draw it.

I asked her friend Tower, who was doing the vast majority of the cooking, if this could happen; they'd already made plans.

So I made this as a birthday gift for the fussy fewwit, to commemorate and immortalize the occasion.

Happy birthday, Sissy.

Hey!

I've been working really hard on a bunch of art I can't share yet because the store I wanted to sell designs based off of it wasn't working great.

The comic speaks for itself, but yeah. I'm trying to avoid leaving myself deadlocked because of a problem that's outside of my control, and the store seems to be behaving well enough now.

If you're curious, check it out. Every purchase helps me out a lot.

Welcome to Quicktober, where I literally just come up with whatever I want day to day, and force myself to spend no more than half an hour on each main element of the sketch.

I won another Brushie Award from Artconomy! I was so surprised!

Being entirely honest, I struggled for a bit to really grasp in what ways I've improved (especially since I was under the impression that it was judged across the past year or so), but honestly, when I tried to figure out what to draw to celebrate it, I had to acknowledge what has improved in that time.

My self expression.

I went with a simpler, toonier style on purpose, not to be smug about it (though it is kinda funny, and Praline's got that on lock anyway) but to focus on what else has changed over the past year or so. Finding all my facets and getting better and better at forming my feelings and experiences into art that's stylized, full of intent, and impactful too, has done a lot of good to what I want to create and how it comes across.

I think it's still a sign of progress also given that I made this in less than an hour (but some extra to add lettering and the certificate, to be fair), so I'm happy with that.

NB: I had to kinda improvise with the award itself and edit the one from last year cause I haven't gotten the new design yet.. But maybe I'll sneak the new one in when I do.

I'm currently flying back home from a stay in the States to attend BFC. It was wonderful, and I'm excited to be back home where I can put my newfound energy to good use and make all sorts of new and fun things for y'all.

During the internal flight back from the con to my little sweetheart Fae, where I was staying for a while, my playlist landed on the song "Mother, I'm Here," which resonated with me powerfully (and is essential to the enjoyment of this piece), to the point of tears. It inspired an idea, as music is wont to do, but I didn't have the time or energy to tackle it at the time.

On the transatlantic flight to my layover in Amsterdam - which is where I'm preparing this post - the song came up again, and I was not about to let inspiration pass me by a second time. Luckily, I had my new sketching kit with me, and an empty seat beside me, so I set myself up to draw.

I hastily scrawled the lyrics down, fruitlessly attempting to choke back my tears again, and split the song up into pictures to go with each stanza.

My dearest Mommy Garnet was certainly at the forefront of my mind when I first heard the song, given the pointed lyrics and the fact that I have a room set aside for me to stay in at hers, but there are so many people in my life now who are eager to welcome me "back home," despite how far away or long I've gone. This is why I changed "Mother" to "Lover" in the sequence, as she is also very much that to me, too.

This gift I now have is, in no uncertain terms, something that I have sought out for my entire life, and as hard as it is to say goodbye each time I leave one home to return to another, the fact that I can do this at all is something that I cherish and value in ways that words cannot do justice.

And that is why I spent a couple of hours on my flight home feverishly drawing this, and uncontrollably crying nearly the entire time.

I took the photos on the plane to add the sense of immediacy and context of travel to the final piece, almost as if it were a performance in itself. However, this did make the sketches a little harder to read, so here are some clearer shots of each page to try and help with legibility.

I first sketched this out right at the start of taking HRT, depicting a rather surprising experience I had while masturbating. I only got around to polishing it up (ha) much later on, and for a while after that I'd literally misplaced the file until just last week.

I think it's worth noting that, somewhat predictably, that was pretty much the last load of that size that I've ever produced..

I had this idea after a fun interaction with my friend Moka, who also enjoys the idea of toying around inside someone's headspace, in a more literal sense, through their characters.

Soul is acting as a bit of a substitute here because I consider it to be more of a muse than a headmate; but I've sensed the presence of a kinder voice inside which I've not yet figured out whether it's my own or that of one of the last aspects I'm aware of.

Either way, I like the idea that it's willing to play my mind games by my own convoluted rules, effectively running with my own internal dialogue. Chili, on the other hand, is just fucking done with me and my bullshit.

I'm rather pleased with the posing and expression work in this quick little comic I threw together in about an hour and a half, by my measure. As much as it pains me to look at, I really quite like how absolutely bedraggled and exhausted I look. XD