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Attack I did of @getthekat’s dnd character, Chiron, for art fight :3

We love this gay ass nerd

Hey, I’m Wil, I use any neopronouns (fae/faer, ve/ver, and it/its are the most common but you can go ham with whatever lol)

I write shitty poetry and draw some silly guys

I’m doing artfight this year, I’m Wildeirvane over there as well (go Team Stardust!)

It’s late so obviously it’s time to have some Big Feelings

Sometimes I am too loud

And I put my foot in my mouth

I say something stupid

Play it off as a joke, it’s okay

But there is one thing that I have always had trouble saying

I’m not sure when I last said “I love you”

I think it, easily, and I feel it

But I can never form the words in a way that others can know

I’m sure I could write it if I tried

But it never feels right

I think the last time I said it

Was as a closing statement to a phone call

But I don’t think it counts

It’s too quick, too perfunctory

Half the time it isn’t even heard

Said too late to matter

I don’t know why I have such trouble with it

I want to but I can’t

So I don’t

And it’s upsetting, to me alone, sure

But I have enough frustration

To make up for for their lack

There are plenty of ways to show love

To make it known

So I employ those instead

Actions often speak louder than words

But even still

Words can be plenty loud on their own

I call myself a poet

Someone who can paint with metaphors

Weave rhymes to make a tapestry of syllables

And yet three little words allude me

Stuck on the tip of my tongue

The edge of my pen

I’ll blame it on the autism

Hey, getting hurt sucks actually, who would’ve thought?

Paper slicing ribbons from my hand

Blood flowing freely from my veins

I wrote a poem on the piece that cut me

Hoping to hide the stains

Like covering a carcass in flowers

Trying to hide the smell

Holding my hand close to my chest

Weeping over bruises like they’re stab wounds

Sore where I gnawed a hole in my flesh

Howling like an injured animal

Tears spill salt into the cracks

First aid was never my forte

Sivan has no rizz smh

Original post this is based on!

The one with the split colour hair is Sivan (any/all), who is a half orc/half changling and a bard/wizard multiclass, and the one with reddish brown hair is Vesper (they/them) who is a naga sorcerer. Sivan is my friend’s PC for the dnd campaign I’m running and Vesper is one of the npcs from his backstory and also her partner (in crime and also like in a relationship)

I just thought it would be fun to draw them as this lol

More people should know the language of flowers, it’s just really cool

You smell of rotting meadowsweet

Flowers withered and shedding

All of your sweetness has long since faded

All that’s left are dry stems and sharp leaves

Tangled in the the brambles you called home

When did plants become so jaded?

Botanical gardens have been ruined for me

All I can smell is decay

All I can see are the broken stalks and fallen leaves

Every plant reminds me of you

Each in a different way

Lavender from our late nights

Crocus when we kissed

I gave you forget-me-not

In return, you left me with foxglove and love-lies-bleeding

You are a daffodil

Sweet and terrible all at once

I must weed the garden and hope your seeds no longer take root

As soon as ve saw what had walked through ver door, Theolanii cast a glamour on verself, disguising ver more otherworldly features. Luckily, the café wasn’t very busy at the moment and the few mystic patrons that were there looked more or less humanoid. That did little to soothe Theolanii’s sudden spike in heart rate, however. Ve held ver breath, waiting for either party to notice the other, yet no one did. The human walked right up to the counter, smile plastered on their face, completely oblivious to the precarious situation they had created.

“Good morning” they greeted cheerfully, “I haven’t seen this place around before, is it new? It’s real nice!”

Theolanii smiled shakily is return, “It’s been around for ages, but it’s been a while since we’ve had a new customer. What can I get for you today?”

The human hummed and hawed for a moment, looking at the menu, before declaring “A hazelnut mocha would be lovely, thank you. Light in the creamer, heavy on the sugar please!”

Theolanii nodded, marking down the order, before asking “For here or to go?”, desperately hoping they’d say the latter.

“For here please, I love the atmosphere and I bet that bay window will be perfect for reading!”

“So I’ve heard. A few of my regulars love it for late night writing sessions,” Theolanii said, smiling a little more, “Oh, before I forget, what name should I put for the order?” Most fae would have leaped at the chance to steal a human’s name, but Theolanii had more respect than that. They’re a paying customer, after all, ve would be a poor host to steal a name when payment is already being provided.

“Ah, right, it’s Florence,” the human, Florence, said. They paid before heading over to the previously indicated window bench as Theolanii began preparing their drink. Ve kept a wary eye on the other patrons, none of whom seemed to have sniffed out the intruder amidst them. Yet.

In a spur of the moment impulse, Theolanii cast a small glamour on Florence. Nothing drastic, just a slight alteration to make them look a little less human. Pointier ears, a brighter green to their irises. Hopefully any of the patrons with a keen sense of smell simply thought them to be a fellow mystic that spent a lot of time around humans, rather than a human themself. Theolanii didn’t want to think about what would happen if either party realised that Florence was not meant to be there.

Sighing internally, Theolanii brought the steaming mocha over to the side counter. “Hazelnut mocha for Florence!” ve called, smiling in their direction. Ve received a smile back as Florence scurried over to the counter to collect their drink. They took a sip and outright grinned, and they just looked gorgeous. Theolanii realised ve was staring and quickly closed ver slightly gaping jaw, embarrassed. Ve managed reply to their thanks, though ve couldn’t tell if it was anything coherent through the sound of blood rushing through ver ears.

Ve had to keep verself busy, so Theolanii began washing the dishes and reorganising the ingredients with a little more vigour than necessary. Anything to keep from staring at the human. Ve knew that if someone noticed ver staring, they’d start getting curious, and that would only lead to trouble. Ve didn’t know why ve was so adamant about protecting Florence, considering they were intruding on the safe place Theolanii had built specifically for non-humans, but ve was.

Maybe it was that they seemed to just be genuinely sweet. Or maybe it was that Theolanii could sense there was more to them than meets the eye. Maybe ve thought they were cute and wanted them to visit again, even though ve knew it was a terrible idea. Theolanii decided to not think about it. For all ve knew, Florence would leave the café completely oblivious and would never find their way back into the mystical world.

Ve should’ve known that’d be too simple.

You run a secret, hidden café frequented by mythical beings. One day, a human somehow finds their way to the café. They have not noticed they are the only human, nor have the other patrons noticed them. Yet.

Something something water coloured eyes… Is this anything?

Your slate blue eyes

I feel like I’m drowning in shallow water

A simple solution

Get up and walk away

I can’t

Every time I try

I slip back down again

Scraping my knees on harsh wet pavement

Ice on the walkway

An easily missed danger

Shallow water

I miss the days when I thought you were kind

But now I know it’s your fault

Not mine

You hid my rain-boots

Drowning in a puddle

Easily avoided

And yet I didn’t

I should have known your shallow gaze was a warning

The eyes are the window to the soul after all

I’m on the ground, you’re smiling as I choke on wet stone

Space is super gay and no one can convince me otherwise

Reflecting your light back to you

So you might see your own radiance

I am duller without you

Our eternal celestial dance

You are a star

A flaming ball of passion

I am caught in your orbit

Not asking for any attention

Maybe one day I’ll be enough

To shine in my own

But for now I’ll take the light you give me

And mimic your glow

I’m just a moon next to a goddess

If I pretend I know what I’m doing, no one will notice, right?

I will fly into the sun

Until I must fall to the sea

Incandescent beast of failure

Like a moth drawn to crystal flame

I will run my wax wings into the ground

No one taught me how to make them real

So they fly safe and sound

While I am shedding feathers

Trying to keep up my stride

Sunlight and salt spray

Pull at my brain as I greet the sea

My best way to cope

Apparently

Is to write an overly dramatic poem

About being a burnt out gifted kid with adhd

Note to self: take your damn meds

Hey, why does my mouth always taste like metal after we kiss?

Her hair was a flowing cherry red

Like the ichor she lacked

A heart that never bled

A hollow soul

From which tears were never shed

A beautiful monster

A creature in disguise

Making lives shatter

Good thing it takes

More than one bite

To become a creature like her

Sickly sweet words

Force fed poison

Scarred by her venom

Making limbs go numb

As I pulled away

I saw my flesh in her fangs

My life in her claws

My blood in her maw

Coating her lips and her grin

As my vigour wears thin

How lucky am I

As ironic as it seems

To already be something

Other than human

Curses can’t stack

The literary equivalent of a dumpster fire

Tongue of silver, quick of wit

Can’t seem to find

Words that fit

Holding a clean pen

And a fresh bottle of ink

An empty page is candle-lit

An aspiring poet

That can’t keep on form

Behind the desk they sit

Inside their lonely dorm

Throwing words on a page

Trying to make them stick

A fumbling dance

Of trial and error

Trying on epithets

Presenting them to the world

Shaking hands

Trembling voice

A stumbling game

Of anxiety and terror

Impatient for inspiration

Throwing phrases around

Rolling them on their tongue

Seeing how they feel in the mouth

Hoping to find something

To spark inspiration

The start of a story

Or the ending of one

How do you end a poem?

Creeping creatures, crowns of clover

Sleeping magic, forest’s blight

Creeping creatures stalk the night

Crowns of clover, hope in vane

The growing blight will be your bane

Whispered breath and watching eyes

Nowhere safe, nowhere to hide

I can’t believe that some stupid constellations stole my partner

Young wanderer, please tear your gaze from the sky

Look at me one last time, before I’m left behind

To wonder why I wasn’t enough

Why is it that the stars are your one true love?

You yearn for something always out of reach

What will it take to keep you here

Instead of searching for star formations

You are my light, my muse

The source of all my inspirations

Alas you are blinded by starlight

Summer evenings spent alone

Shooting stars taunting me

Young wanderer, please come home

I miss you dearly

I can see your stars so clearly

If only I was one of them

I just wanted to write about werewolves (and it’s at least kinda okay, I think)

The moon’s beauty is no longer mine to see

Her face now causes only agony

When before, the silver light was soothing

If only that could last

Passing on the curse through flesh and fang

Wishing things could have stayed the same

Always caught on the line

Between monster and human

Never truly either

Wishing for the control and safety of one

Longing for the freedom of the other

Dreaming of having a companion who understands

Yet still hoping to never pass this life onward

Wax and wane

Comes the pain

Like the ocean waves

I too am driven by the moon

Celestial bodies in the sky

Hear my howl, my plea tonight

My voice warps, turned harsh and feral

As my body is shred and born anew

Under the unforgiving glow

My new form begins to grow

Ever searching

Seeking a companion who understands

I hear a lovely cacophony

Surely I’m not the only one

I add my lonely voice to theirs

So near and yet so far

And I hope

Round 2 poll 15: Jenna Heap from Septimus Heap vs Violet Baudelaire from A Series of Unfortunate Events

First piece of art I’ve posted here, yippee! Naturally it’s of my dnd character, Quinn, because I have SEVERE brainrot lol

They’re an anxiety riddled 17yo runaway noble child wild magic sorcerer, and also the only main party member with any fully functioning braincells. He is so very tired, please PLEASE just let her rest

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Lyrics are from “Always” by Octobervox on tiktok

It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman species or even the weakest and dumbest.

I want to see a sci fi universe where we’re actually considered one of the more hideous and terrifying species.

How do we know our saliva and skin oils wouldn’t be ultra-corrosive to most other sapient races? What if we actually have the strongest vocal chords and can paralyze or kill the inhabitants of other worlds just by screaming at them? What if most sentient life in the universe turns out to be vegetable-like and lives in fear of us rare “animal” races who can move so quickly and chew shit up with our teeth?

Like that old story “they’re made of meat,” only we’re scarier.

I just wanted to write about werewolves (and it’s at least kinda okay, I think)

The moon’s beauty is no longer mine to see

Her face now causes only agony

When before, the silver light was soothing

If only that could last

Passing on the curse through flesh and fang

Wishing things could have stayed the same

Always caught on the line

Between monster and human

Never truly either

Wishing for the control and safety of one

Longing for the freedom of the other

Dreaming of having a companion who understands

Yet still hoping to never pass this life onward

Wax and wane

Comes the pain

Like the ocean waves

I too am driven by the moon

Celestial bodies in the sky

Hear my howl, my plea tonight

My voice warps, turned harsh and feral

As my body is shred and born anew

Under the unforgiving glow

My new form begins to grow

Ever searching

Seeking a companion who understands

I hear a lovely cacophony

Surely I’m not the only one

I add my lonely voice to theirs

So near and yet so far

And I hope

Creeping creatures, crowns of clover

Sleeping magic, forest’s blight

Creeping creatures stalk the night

Crowns of clover, hope in vane

The growing blight will be your bane

Whispered breath and watching eyes

Nowhere safe, nowhere to hide

I can’t believe that some stupid constellations stole my partner

Young wanderer, please tear your gaze from the sky

Look at me one last time, before I’m left behind

To wonder why I wasn’t enough

Why is it that the stars are your one true love?

You yearn for something always out of reach

What will it take to keep you here

Instead of searching for star formations

You are my light, my muse

The source of all my inspirations

Alas you are blinded by starlight

Summer evenings spent alone

Shooting stars taunting me

Young wanderer, please come home

I miss you dearly

I can see your stars so clearly

If only I was one of them

Hey, why does my mouth always taste like metal after we kiss?

Her hair was a flowing cherry red

Like the ichor she lacked

A heart that never bled

A hollow soul

From which tears were never shed

A beautiful monster

A creature in disguise

Making lives shatter

Good thing it takes

More than one bite

To become a creature like her

Sickly sweet words

Force fed poison

Scarred by her venom

Making limbs go numb

As I pulled away

I saw my flesh in her fangs

My life in her claws

My blood in her maw

Coating her lips and her grin

As my vigour wears thin

How lucky am I

As ironic as it seems

To already be something

Other than human

Curses can’t stack

The literary equivalent of a dumpster fire

Tongue of silver, quick of wit

Can’t seem to find

Words that fit

Holding a clean pen

And a fresh bottle of ink

An empty page is candle-lit

An aspiring poet

That can’t keep on form

Behind the desk they sit

Inside their lonely dorm

Throwing words on a page

Trying to make them stick

A fumbling dance

Of trial and error

Trying on epithets

Presenting them to the world

Shaking hands

Trembling voice

A stumbling game

Of anxiety and terror

Impatient for inspiration

Throwing phrases around

Rolling them on their tongue

Seeing how they feel in the mouth

Hoping to find something

To spark inspiration

The start of a story

Or the ending of one

How do you end a poem?