No. Your friends don't secretly hate you. You're just dehydrated.

From Orange Season to Project Evertree. I've learned a lot in these past few years! #pixelart #art #gamedev

"Wings are for warmth" Art for Rayne Hill & Chiropica ✨🦇✨

Cubaris Isopods

Virgil's twin sister 🦇

another little bat! I made this one awhile ago but I had fun playing with the style

I choose YOU For the bone forest

its time for me to watch that guy with the adorable dog and his guitar and ugly cry for a good 20 minutes

DAWN OF WAR IV WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WE'S WAS MADE FUH STOMPIN ANDDDD WINNIN

Eternal

Space marine sketches , from a while back

Spooky nightdrive bat

Sir put me down [oc] 🦇

Dog

Goals

choose your kitty!

A dance that never ends #loz

things are happening....

I heard you like bats. Have some bats. (These cuties are coming to NFFF in under 2 weeks!)

The blue people have returned to my considerations

Where's my Breakfast? - Daniel Arthur Oil on Panel

Fossilized 300+ million year old sea floor ripples

Dashboard frens 💖

Today has been 👌👌👌👌

Garden center in my hometown had hydrothermal agates w/chalcedony and HUGE pieces of calcite All for $1.49 a pound So I have 37lbs of new shinies 🦇

Think I'll keep this beard Is nice 👌

Pooky boy returns

Big momma glacial erratic

Cool spine bracelet acquired 😊

IN MY MOUTH IN MY MOUTH IN MY MOUTH EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT

bone angel - take 01

Apologies for spam :3

My suit and my affectations don't conjure this thing, they help to channel it outward, because its there at night, early in the mornings, and whenever I squint my eyes. Am I anthropomorphizing the discomfort I have for masking in a neurotypical world? Did I split my mind into a new shadow piece?

I am so very hesitant to call myself therian, but I understand that this isn't something I dress up as, I dress up as it to better embody it, and it's always in there, like a black worm squirming in a vial of crimson fluid. What is this? What lurks behind my eyes when I stop being this mask?

It takes no effort to fall into it. It's like removing a shirt or a tight pair of shoes. The constructed self just flakes away like a shed skin, like some wooden mask held in place by string, and there is an entire other being inside, something that demands to be explored.

It seems so second nature to me to slip into this alter ego of a feral vampire bat, some awful creature of shaded night, as cringe as that may sound. There's an uncivilized thing in there, some part of my mind that's split off from the usual mundane mask of my public face.

There's an odd thing going on. I'm feeling and wondering, more feeling than wondering, if Desmond was something I just stuck a name to, and if there was always some feral awful devil in me that wanted to bite and tear necks out of soft warm people, venerate their spirits with bones and charms.

My opinion is that schwiggle diggle giggle wiggle he he wa wa brrrrr

MOOOOOREEEE

Fromg

giving my new pyrite nodules a big baffie <3

Mmmm pyrite nodules in shale

youtu.be/9OKyU0v8VVs?... Been in love with this song for years, and to think nobody has ever heard of it is criminal. First heard it on a stormy morning drive in 2020, the air whipping my hair as the sky above flashed with late summer effervescence.

hmmmmmmmffff very wellll join the serpent kinggg as famirrllyyy together we will devour the very godssszuuhhhh

I haven't felt the pull of the pale moon, the fear of the shaded woods under stars, or the discomfort of a endless black night unit by heavenly bodies in ages city living is separating me from my roots and atrophying a therian exploration I was keen on continuing