Monster-Loving Safe Zone

This is my first attempt but I’m not the happiest with it because it prioritizes look over tactile feel. It is overstuffed so it’s not very squishy, and the tail is posable but the archaellum wire isn’t fun to cuddle.

Here’s attempt 2, going for something softer, less detailed, and cuter. Soft minky, not overstuffed, and it’s weighed down with plastic beans. Wanted to make it extra cute and added a lil tag to write my signature.

What do you think? Do you prefer my first attempt more?

fruit fly needlefelt sculpture made for a professor, nickel for scale

It has a pipecleaner skeleton, allowing it to stand on its own and have a mild degree of posability

Pacifica coast

I have been struggling mental-health-wise greatly, my mood shifting erratically over the past months. My desire to do any art has been near nonexistent, I have no passion when I feel so stressed, afraid, and unappreciated in this hell timeline. I might even just abandon this blog, I feel so tired, so vulnerable, so very sad, and with the era we are in I feel like my will to try is slipping

why does it even matter in this fucking hellscape

I’ve been trying so hard to stay alive this whole time, staying alive to show that black and trans people wont disappear, but everything just sucks so fucking much…

i cant even feel like im doing a good job of that, the overwhelming powerlessness is just impossible to fight against and it feels pointless to make art or post anything when im invisible as is. i lost a lot of really good friends last year, some tore my fuse too short, most i had to abandon for being uncomfortable, the closest i lost because he unmasked into a fucking racist

at the end of the day it still fucking hurts, but I still have to worry about when i need to leave the country for my own safety. It’s a wonder I still can do my research

i genuinely have found it so hard to keep going and losing lava was just one final nail in the coffin for my fragile mental health

im sorry to my followers rhat i post so little and keep this account run like shit but im such a broken person and repeatedly wonder how i havent died yet

i had lost pets earlier in my life when i was young and always said to myself id never let it again, i spent over a year prepping for lava and it feels like it didnt matter when she was neglected by veterinarians i was supposed to trust

This was not expected or anticipated or not due to accident, but what I believe was maltreatment.

I found her lifeless this afternoon in her tank, just barely 3 days after I had picked her up from reptile boarding at the nearest exotic veterinarian in my area. She was left in perfect health to these vets to be held for 15 days, but was returned to me lethargic and noticeably thin.

here she was the morning before I dropped her off, she is young but she was eating eagerly, moving around, full of life

they returned her back to me like this, she lost so much weight her scales had started to fold out. They called me twice while I was on vacation, saying she regurgitated her food a couple times, they didn't stress enough how much weight she lost while in their care. They even charged me over $300 for a fucking x-ray (where they found nothing) and told me to bring her in next week, what a fucking joke that she couldnt even survive until then. The vets I left her with had me sign a waiver for the boarding so I genuinely don't think I can hold them accountable for this, I feel so utterly broken and powerless that there was nothing I can do in the couple days I had her to help her recover.

I was so fucking excited to see her grow up, to learn more about her and cherish our journey through life together. I had grown so attached to her over the short time we had, it's so fucking unfair that she had to be taken from me like this.

a needlefelt blue-ringed octopus as a gift for a close friend :)