Trans Rights Signs From The 2018 Glasgow Pride March

Sketch vs Final, June 2021

My drow wizard / celestial warlock at the start of the campaign.

Here is him with the whole party during a boss battle

im 100% honestly and truly obsessed with my own art lmao

i love it, everything i make it a little love letter to myself, so the fact that others enjoy it jst makes me the happiest person ever probably

Sir that’s my emotionally support alternative fashion

°· Purple/Pink Aesthetics ·°

From December 2020

Looking for art mutuals closer to my age

I'm Alice, neurodivergent, a relic of the late XIX, very ancient, almost 30 I mostly draw things I like which happen to be my OCs / D&D characters, they make me happy and tbh I don't often feel like drawing anything else. I used to draw fanart a lot but those works never felt like mine, it did help me hone my skills through. I stopped posting and deleted all my stuff years ago for mental health reason and I kinda want to come back to sharing my art with people.

My interests:

Dungeons and dragons

Character design

Favourite anime: Princess Tutu ( I don;t have the energy to keep up with new stuff and I'm tired of shounen/isekai)

Music taste: all over the place

Aesthetics: elves ( especially drow) , skeletons/undead, lolita fashion, romantic gothic

Embroidery Art

Mary Labrador on Etsy

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That feeling when The Barbie Movie wrote a better matriarchy than Gary Gygax  ever did.

The worst thing about getting diagnosed with a disability/chronic illness as a young adult is realizing I’ve dealt with a lot of these problems since I was born. Without having a diagnosis, no one listened to me, and I’ve lived my entire life pretending to be a “normal” functioning person while suffering alone for survival. Whenever I couldn’t pretend anymore, there was just something wrong with me “emotionally” or I’d be given a bandaid to make me feel better temporarily. It was so easy for my doctors and parents to make snap judgments that left me/my body at fault. Moody, difficult, anti-social, spoiled, anxious. I thought there was something wrong with me mentally my entire life because I’ve been consistently dismissed, invalidated, and expected to be high functioning without accommodations. I wonder if my nerves would cause so much pain if my sensitivity was acknowledged or if I’d have trouble walking right now if I wasn’t pushed beyond my limits. It’s so much harder to accept disability as an adult because of the amount of ableism I’ve unconsciously internalized over the years. Being loved, worthy, and successful has only ever been associated with performance and productivity :/