Hello!! My name is Whimsy! Iâm an nonbinary lesbian artist! Iâll post anything from art and lore to poetry about anything and everything that catches my interest :)
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The crescent smiles of three girls in the graces of the sun. Dappled light flickering through leaves that flashed by within armâs reach. Mylaâs mom was driving them to summer camp; their golden giggles held close in the backseat. Lean in, listen close, lest you miss the secrets spilled between sips of her strawberry milkshake. Taillights beamed as they eased to a stop. The smell of hand sanitizer stinging sticky fingers, acrid in their noses. The air grew heavy, carrying the humidity that hails the approach of a thunderstorm, dread muttering through the AC vents. The rumble of the road, crescendoing from a hum to a roar, their ears ringing, raw, reduced to silence.
From the very moment of fertilization, a woman has no rights to speak of.
The future shifted,
a clattering pebble that
foretells a landslide.
Another poem from my creative writing class! Very proud of how this one turned out, the energy just gets me somehow.
I forgot what kind of poem structure this was but it was fun being much more lax with it :)
commission for my girlfriend! This is Lucille from the book sheâs writing and omg iâm OBSESSED with her charactersâŚ. too bad that only like 7 people know of their existence (FOR NOWâźď¸)
me when i make my stuffed animals whole lore storiesâŚ..
i have the ikea alien (Gnarpy) and my girlfriend has North Star (the ikea space cat). weâre long distance for college so i had to make a silly story about it :)
was working on a story AGES ago about them when theyâre middle aged and so i just had to draw them⌠at this point theyâd have their daughter Juno, but i have yet to design her hehe
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Your unbothered façade hides infinite tenderness,
always quick to remind others they were better.
In the words, ideas and eyes of others, you drowned,
avoiding shattering friendships unpromised.
Avoiding, sickly in your chest, the rotting guilt
of believing you deserved to be abandoned.
I never wanted to drift; leave you abandoned.
You deserve gentle care from hands of tenderness,
your chest and mind un-addled by the putrid guilt
you keep so close to yourself. You deserve better.
You deserve a future that is not unpromised,
an island distant from where you nearly drowned.
I sunk my nails into decaying driftwood, as I watched you drown.
Clinging to my raft, my head barely above waves of abandoned
hope; grasping at the illusion of optimism unpromised.
You sank in frigid, black waters and sealed away your tenderness.
I cried out for relief, hoping anyone could help you better.
Instead, you were dragged deeper and I too, was consumed by black guilt.
Lying in my gut, many-legged and festering, curls my guilt.
It builds a home in the shadow of my intentions that are drowned
out by my mistaken disloyalty. âHow could this be better?â
you screamed as you fell into the chasm below, now abandoned.
I donât regret my actions; I regret losing your tenderness.
The trust we shared, all but gone, now unpromised.
For now, your memories remain, though unpromised,
lingering with the ache of my now dampened guilt.
Like the scraped hardwood remembers the tenderness
of once loved furniture, memories of you drown
me with somber grief for our bond now abandoned.
I wonât believe losing you was for the better.
I promise one day you will be found,
not by calloused hands, but ones that will help you swim.
You will find relief from the home that brought your worst.
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This poem is about a dear friend, who i hope is doing well.
This is a poem I did for an assignment my first semester of college, itâs in the form of a sestina which was REALLY cool actually (google it, try one!) and i was able to process some old grief that i still carry with me, though lighter, with writing this poem.
Meet Eleanor, or Nori for short! (Like the food >:3)
I DESIGNED A FISH/FURRYâźď¸ Character design is where i have like⌠90% of my fun and lemme tell you⌠this was the most fun iâve had in AGESSS. Sheâs based off of a Guppy!!!!
more art below!
some additional + early designs of Nori! there is one more drawing im thinking of but i canât for the life of me find itâŚ.. iâll just have to post it later :)
beamed another one of my to grow an orange blossom characters with the Fantasy laser- this time inspired by Laika the space dog, the silly ikea alien stuffed animal, gnarpy, and general alien activities hehe.
bonus below!
âŚâŚtotally scientifically accurate happenings hereâŚ.
morning routine thumb nails for a tv media assignment !
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