This has objectively been the worst christmas we've had... maybe ever. Hard to feel into a holiday based around family and home when it feels like you have neither right now.

We only watched one or two Adam the Woo vlogs, but seeing all of our other beloved vloggers grieving his loss shows what a kind and impactful person he was. RIP Adam. Thank you for inspiring so many other vloggers to share their lives and adventures with those less fortunate like myself

I'd say this stress is slowly killing us, but I think it already has. We don't recognize ourselves anymore. This isn't us. We are a mere shell, an animal instinctively doing what it needs to survive and nothing more. Maybe when this is over we will be able to return to ourselves.

Keeping Ourselves Together

Having trouble trying to sleep. Tomorrow could be the day this changes, if the application for this apartment gets approved. We could finally have a home. Please... Let it get approved...

Hubba hubba!

So overwhelmed that even thinking about how overwhelmed we are creates its own sense of unsurmountability. Been trapped in survival mode for so long we don't recognize ourselves anymore. Who even are we, aside from an unwilling participant of the rat race? There's nothing left but survival instincts

Fall casual outfit today. This new shirt from six leaf clover really ties the look together

Just a little something to help relax me

Going to a corn maze local trans gathering in a bit. It's cold so I'm dressed in many layers. Who wants to figure out bathroom breaks for that when there's such an easy solution? ...dear me, the crinkle on these is... Quite audible!

Getting ready to venture off to Retrogamecon!

Our health has not been great lately. We've been getting symptoms of diabetic neuropathy in our hands and even chest. We have so many feelings regarding how long it took to get the correct diagnosis. Not to mention a lot of distress about the potential outcomes. Next appt with specialist is tuesday.

【2022年 令和雲龍図】 京都、妙心寺退蔵院「令和妙心寺六景」で描かせていただいたイラストです。

Ma'am #art #dragons #commissions #LoZ

Hey so I've been plural for a little while now! Someone else who's plural in a mutual discord server introduced themselves with a nifty infograph and I decided I should do the same. So uh, hello! If you want to follow my headmate Vray, he has his own Bsky @voraciousvray.bsky.social

Really enjoying Critter Cove! The euphoria of having an avatar so closely aligned with my body seems to only be heightening. #crittercove

A spider lives on the ceiling above our tablet. Sometimes, we will find little wrapped up bits of insects on it that had fallen down over the night. Is this like when a crow you've befriended leaves you a bottlecap or a piece of string? Thank you for these gifts, Spider Friend.

I have the munchies tonight. :} #vore

It was a good day to soak up some sun.

I was Today Years Old when I realized I can get away with wearing a blankie out of my house by just getting a 'shawl'. This is just a wearable blanket/infinite stim toy.

Things are supposed to get easier as time passes. So why does it feel like the pain is only growing? Why can't I even imagine what it will feel like to exist without this constant aching in my chest?

www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3a6... Didn't know how badly I needed weebified Deltarune music in my life but... *shivers with auditory orgasms*

When you're plural, you're never alone. Your burdens are always shared, and there is nothing that can stand between your love for one another.

We want to go home. If only we had one. If only we even knew what home could look like.

Perhaps a bit overdressed for a local craft fair. But feeling rather Dragon today.

Wasn't any amazing photos of me from the parade, sadly. But at least we did get some decent group shots.

Pride ended up being a bit of a bust. I can handle ACs fursuit parade just fine, but an hour long death March in the blazing sun, just minutes after both my fan broke and headstrap snapped... was too much for me. After the parade, we just went home. Alas. No parade next year.

Oh, to be trapped in a 5'1 vessel, when my true form ought to be ten times as long... I feel like such an Imposter Noodle.

Ah, to feel my prey squirming about on my warm, moist tongue while my teeth keep them pinned down against it..~ I'll swallow you eventually.For now, I shall enjoy the taste of your desperation... what do you mean you're enjoying this? #vore (art dom for Lieukah!Rare occasion where I drew it myself)

In my travels, I found my path crossing with that of a delightfully adorable plush creature named Scout. As we basked in the sun, they told me tales of their many adventures!

Come, won't you bask in these sunset rays with me?

May luck strike well to all those visited by a Sunset Dragon. <3

You can't handle this much tail. [email protected]

Out and about. Come say hi!

*excitable dragon shrieks*

How to find me at AC. Feel free to approach, I'm looking to find interesting new conversations and connections. <3 Though do ask for hugs or touches first please.

Petsuit tomorrow!!

I'm going to be bluntly honest. We are having too much trouble surviving day by day to be able to give any attention to world conflicts. We can't even make ourselves make phone calls rn. We certainly don't have space to hold any feelings regarding war.

I'm not saying getting the shipping notification email for my petsuit would cure my depression... But it sure would help.

We oscillate between emotional pain so strong it leaves us crying out and hyperventilating, to completely numbing shut down as a means to cope with our body crying out for us to make the pain stop in any way we can. I dont know why I'm posting this. Perhaps just as a "status update", dire as it is

Did all of that work getting our hair ready for pride tomorrow only to feel rather disinclined to attend. We are too lost right now, too disassociated and disconnected. Maybe that's the exact right time to go but... I don't think we have it in us.

We have been self-isolating a bit lately. Life has been overbearingly stressful, and even when the circumstances die down, our own internal battles have kept us occupied. We know not who we even are anymore, what we wish for in life or what draws us. Within us is only emptiness and strife.

“Time To Go Alone” Art about hellos and goodbyes. Goodbyes to lost connection. Hellos to connection with oneself #furry #furryart

Hair is finally correct! Just in time for pride and Anthrocon.

30g of fresh mushies sautéed and on board. The last time we did a trip like this, it was one of the most intense experiences we'd endured. But we are sorely due for a "big" trip. Wish us luck!

This is what happens when you give us free reign to play with colors. We *will* choose a sunset pallete every time. But look at the pleasing results! This also low-key was one of the first comms we worked on "together". Ren tends to handle work orders.

In a lot of pain today. Not looking for solutions, and the situation is too complicated for verbal processing to be beneficial. I suppose this is just a scream into the void, a distant echo of our struggling to remind you that despite it all, We Continue.

Kink police weirdo: "Look, just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm wrong" Counterpoint: Yes it does. Not only are you indeed wrong, you are wrong *specifically because* you are young and lack the breadth of social interactions that would help you understand. Whether you grow out of it is up to you.

Final preparations are underway for our 'solo' trip to Hershey Park today. After many delays and bad luck, today we finally make our journey. Ren and I have waited so long for this frivolous adventure. We truly need this joyous occasion after months and months of darkness and strife.

Every single frame of Expedition 33 is stunning. Absolute art.