Sandrone Headcanon - 1

Sandrone Headcanon - 1

Sandrone would love/create Zachtronics games

If you like puzzle games, play Opus Magnum, it's really good, and by far the most accessible Zachtronic game to get into.

Bonus yuri for the 5 furidrone shippers that still walk this earth

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I relate to this so much. for years, even after I knew that I was trans, I thought that I didn't really experience gender dysphoria. it was only after I started transitioning that I realized how much it had affected me

Sandrone wants to say something!

Barbara picked up: A 1886 Holland & Holland Paradox Shotgun!

She grips the cold metal of the barrel, and blood rushes to her head.

BARBARA NOW HOLDS THE POWER TO TERMINATE LIFE

I think I need to scream into the void a little.

It might get heavy so skip this if you are sensitive to topics of abuse, disability and whatnot.

I'm trapped. Trapped in an abusive house, and there's nothing I can do about it.

I have autism, ADHD, and a worsening anxiety. I also have something I like to call "shotgun brain" where my head fires off lots of little thoughts. Only some will hit this post, and ones that should have will whizz into the dark, even when it was probably important. That's why I'm lucky if anything I say is coherent.

I'm worse in real life. I constantly lose speech. I am not able to even write fast. I mull over what I want to say. Even simple compliments might take an hour to form.

My birthgiver likes to tell me I'm not disabled and shame me over it, even though some days are so bad, I need to walk with a cane. That's barely enough really. I honestly sometimes need crutches, but she throws a fit with just the cane, so what can you do? She is trying to get me on disability, not because she believes I actually am, but because she wants to reap the money from it. She told me that herself, to my face. My birthgiver wanted a human worker rather than a child.

I'm unemployed. Being someone who can barely talk and walk sometimes tends to be a barrier in the hellscape that is capitalism. I also just can't stand department stores. The buzzing florescent lights, hard floors, constant noises is hell on my senses. I just get so dizzy being in there. Gods, I can't handle an hour being in bloody Walmart.

Of course, my family doesn't know I'm trans. I have no doubt they would actually try to kill me if they found out I am. I'm so exhausted of hiding who I am, but I have to if I want to survive.

I don't really take care of myself. Can't remember to, a lot of the times. I learned recently it's an experience a lot of trans people have, before they come out/get on HRT.

I want to get on HRT, but I don't think I'll ever be able to. I live in a rural area, far away from civilization. Everything is just fucked. Can't find a doctor for my disability, much less my transness.

I just curl in on myself, the only thing I've got is my art, it's my escape, and Tumblr and AI scalpers want to rip that from me as well. It's a bad joke.

Honestly, I don't know what to do. I'm so tired of fighting, every day is a fight.

The words are dying in my brain , so just going to hit post

how to draw arms ? ?