Happy 20th Anniversary to my favorite game of all time. So many cherished memories, so much influence on my art and taste in music. Here's my message I left for the anniversary commemorative event.

Some days I keep living just to see the sequel.

A recently finished acrylic painting of a jackalope, with a setting sun framed within its antlers.

Very proud of this peice I just completed that will be available to bid on at Anthrocons art show. Really starting to feel like we know what we're doing!

Suffice to say, we have a lot on our plate lately and I think some folks might be falling through the cracks a bit. Sorry about that. We just have three amazing partners that are taking up a lot of our time lately and truthfully there's no one else we'd rather be spending our time with!

Our relationships have been great. Work is doing just fine, we're staying afloat. We have two vacations planned this summer, and numerous other fun activities on the horizon.

Yet our brain can't seem to seperate 'good' busy with 'bad' busy. Hmm.

Starting to have con dreams again. It was nice getting a little break from them for a few months, but it seems my life is in another state of overwhelm and my subconscious processes these by giving us con nightmares.

The really odd part is, yes we are overwhelmed, but its all by good things?

Thank you! It's been lovely

Connecting rather well with all three of my partners lately. Feeling such joy in abundance! We could never go back to monogamy.

The red dragon bandana we got from @ratwednesday.art is the main indicator I use to to indicate when I'm fronting :}

Photo Mode Screenshot from Aniimo depicting a Prismana Thornblade in the Sea of Flowers with the aurora borealis/prismana in the background.

Photomode Screenshot from Aniimo showing a Prismana Turbo gazing up at a Prismana sky, complete with full moon and Milky Way.

Photo Mode Screenshot from Aniimo showing a player and his golden Turbo sitting in front of a pond, bamboo grove in the background.

Photo Mode Screenshot from Aniimo showing the same golden Turbo and player looking over some cherry blossoms.

Having such an amazing time playing Aniimo and enjoying the photo mode. This game is just stunning!! I can't wait for it to officially launch so I can share it with more friends. #Aniimo

Picture taken in Aniimo using the photo mode of a Nimbi standing on a cliff overlooking a beautiful yellow wisteria.

I'm really enjoying Aniimo so far! #aniimo

This is more a stream of consciousness than anything and I'll probably delete later. This has been a long time coming.

How can we ensure we do not repeat the mistakes of our past? How can we be more discerning about who we let into our life, and how much?

There is much to reflect upon. Only now do we have the space to even dare. Yet our eyes water with long held back tears for all we despite everything endured.

At the same time, fascism is alive and well and our own personal feelings feel small and insignificant by comparison. Yet still we feel the crust beginning to crumble, the numbness fading, the energy returning.

What will we do with it? How will we bring this energy forward into the new year?

Served to keep us trapped when we should have seen things for how they were sooner and found peace long before it felt like we were so close to reaching a breaking point.

Now we feel hollow. Listless. Lost. Unsure of how to proceed when so much of our time and energy isn't spent on survival.

We grieve all of the good times, all of the moments that made it seem worth it to hold on. We look back at when everything felt good, and hopeful, and the future held so many tempting possibilities. We look at those same possibilities now and see they were never meant to be, mere illusions that

We grieve the mistakes we made, our parts in propagating our own hell, how our fear of change kept us stuck for so long in a situation that wasn't serving us and was only keeping us trapped in hyper vigilance. We grieve the time spent approaching things in maladaptive ways.

We are grieving for the futures we thought we could have, with people who seemed so much more promising when viewed under our hopeful projections of who they could have been. Now we are grieving who they are, and what they did to us. The years lost spent surviving. The time wasted in hope.

We knew this day would come. When all of the emotions of the last four months - three years would all come crashing down on us. Grief feels the strongest. We are grieving for what could have been, and grieving for the pain and trauma we accumulated and how it fundamentally changed us.

Tomorrow will have marked two weeks since we moved. It feels like we've only been here a day. And maybe that's because today is the first day we actually feel outside of survival mode. It's the first day we are starting to *feel*. And there is quite a lot to feel.

It's Appreciate a Dragon day.

You are now authorized to start Appreciating me.

🌲✨Pokedecember ✨🌲

05: Favourite Dragon Type Pokemon

Yes i love Drampa, yes he is one my favourite 👹

#pokemon #pokemondrawing #drampa #drampafanart #drampapokemon #pokemonfanart #pokemondrawing #cute #pokemonart #pokedecember #pokedecember2025 #pokemonart

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.

an anthro cat paints a dragon that paints the cat, kitsugi style

Keeping Ourselves Together

Much of this year was swallowed up by our pursuit of and the uncertainty around housing. I am so exhausted. Its going to take us months, maybe even years to recover from the ordeals we have endured. But I'm ready to be in a place where I can heal.

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!

Thank you!

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