Okay, So In Spearmaster's Campaign I've Finally Reached Looks To The Moon. I'm So Happy To Finally Be

Okay, so in Spearmaster's campaign I've finally reached Looks To The Moon. I'm so happy to finally be able to see Big Sis Moon at almost complete functionality! After hearing her screams due to the ¿power going down? I'm now on the quest to talk to Five Pebbles, and then kill five pebbles

Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

First post, just wanted to show my newest attempt at drawing the Rivulet

I hate this feeling. I hate what others might say about it. This forsaken curse that makes me incompatible with the flesh suit I was born with.

I hate dysphoria. I hate it when people around the world say "it can't be that bad"

And in some cases they're right. In some cases it isn't that bad. But it's when they're wrong that dysphoria gets dangerous.

That urge that can turn to violence or sadness or both.

The urge to crush and fracture the skeleton that makes your body shaped the way it is.

The urge to skin yourself so you don't have to look wrong.

The urge to remove yourself from the equation all together so that you can try to free yourself from this feeling that you aren't in the right body.

Waking up feeling like you're possessing a stranger's skin.

Being misgendered.

Simply existing and having a thought occur that makes you wish that you could simply give up or make everything fix.

If I were in a different state I wouldn't have had to wait another year. But here I am in one of only two US States that don't view people as adults until they are 19.

One more year after this one.

One more long fucking year.

I hate this vessel I am trapped within.

I hate waking up and feeling disconnected from the very skin that portrays my being.

I want to cut all the skin off. I want to shatter every bone and destroy every last atom of the genes that forced me to develop this way.

Sometimes it's not this hard. But today it's harder than I could imagine. The only thing keeping me from desecrating this flesh suit is the knowledge that deep down, it won't change a thing and it won't make anything better.

So now all I can do is wait.

Wait until I'm old enough to actually make an impact to alter my being.

Wait until I can actually look at myself in the mirror and see me.

Wait until I can actually feel happy and like I'm inhabiting my own skin, for more than simply a week at most

Found the top of an area with my sibling so fun. Rest is just casual scug existence

An urgent warning for all my queer homies: there are malicious, false ads circulating on social media for HRT supplements designed to gather a list of trans people and their addresses.

Along with just being useless sugar pill supplements. Fun all around, right?

A good reminder to be vigilant about where you seek out gender affirming care, especially if you live in a suppressive state like I do. Source your supplies and care from reputable queer support groups and always do your research before doing business with an unfamiliar supplier.

It sucks ass that anyone has to be this vigilant, but this is where we are unfortunately. Be aware, not scared. That’s always been my policy, and I will do my part to keep the community informed when something dangerous arises. Stay safe, y’all.