qbroots

why in the world do my tiny t-beard and happy trail grow on exactly one half of my body 😭😭

something sour about realizing that one’s childhood abusers are actually rather weak

rain started the moment i stepped outside and stopped the moment i got onto the bus. @Server not funny

just baited my favorite professor into giving an extensive lecture on her primary field of expertise while every student but me sat there in disengaged silence. feeling very proud

i haven’t nearly settled into this world yet… there’s so much life to live

neighbor girl just asked me for help opening a jar and i did it effortlessly #cissexual

why is everyone so bad at everything

it’s me and the mice that keep strolling into my room against the world

i would like to not have to convince anyone of anything

a drawing of a girl with split blonde and black long hair and dark skin holding a pot of red begonia flowers under the moonlight in the dark, with an aurora in the background. cursive text reads "aurora".

vania #VanilliismsFanart

"i'm qbroots" -> omg.... hi qbroots im anon qbroots.straw.page

i want to inject crushed lavender directly into my bloodstream

画什么都被称为萌我还是去死吧

the distinctive ways of moving, dressing - the shame of our bodies. the distasteful trauma we exhibit about sex. the ostracization. the deficiencies of support from family & school & medicine that make us such a burden. all this outs us as oppressed people, as trans people

ultimately, what outs a trans person, revealing our social vulnerability, including to people who have no concept of transsexuality, is the evidence of one’s experience of heavy gendered oppression, regardless if stealth or transitioning or repressing

my professor is so cool… i love my life

engineering a bomb that explodes so beautifully it renders a human body incomprehensible yet undeniably real

i’m correct about everything btw

children know they matter. babies know to cry, to eat, to shit, to sleep, to demand attention, to play. it takes relentless powerful forces to wear that down

sometimes i’m presented with recollections of events from when i was younger and i realize that i had stubbornly, proudly understood my worth as a child then got that methodically stamped out of me to the extent that i can’t recall that way of thinking anymore and i feel sad

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08 𖹭 #yuritober
tired today

Prudence, 10 x 17, acrylics on paper and board :)

our higurashi bookclub made it to meakashi and i'm taken by the shion madness #higurashi #ひぐらしFA

#higurashi ＃ひぐらし

A smiling boy with gooey green hair and antennae. He is framed with vines and snails and lilies

the boy from the garden

What kind of world lies outside of the well?
Is it something that is worth struggling for?
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#art #higurashi #whentheycry #fanart #ひぐらし

a young girl with brown hair wearing a pink shirt and black skirt sits on a large rock next to her red shoes and lowers her foot into the glimmering sea water. she is accompanied by many seagulls. two message bottles float in the water beside her.

drawing of a person laying down in shallow water. she looks like two people vertically combined: a woman with long brown hair wearing a black dress, and a woman with long golden hair wearing an elaborate red and gold dress.

daughter, mother, witch
#Umitober #親族会議2025 #Umineko

my old fanart, newly improved
original songs:
無 (Nothingness) by 立入禁止 (Do Not Enter): youtube.com/watch?v=SOzn...
Your Favorite Color by 4syu: youtube.com/watch?v=EU_Z...
There's Nobody by 4syu: youtube.com/watch?v=GVqb...
Someone who Sings Songs by Siinamota: youtube.com/watch?v=5nb9...

A schoolgirl wearing hair ribbons and a tie patterned like caution tape with scars on her arms curls in on herself in a dark void, as if falling along with the caution tape that spirals into the abyss. She is surrounded by four versions of herself in different positions, all holding the caution tape.

A long-haired girl desperately reaches for a phone sinking in water that displays a photo of her smiling with her white-haired friend. Another version of her stands among white spider lilies at a cliff in front of the ocean, gazing towards a shrine gate that glows yellow. A third version of her, occupying the perspective of the viewer, paints shimmering blue onto the sky.

an orange-haired robot girl desperately reaches up towards viewer, towards the sky. an identical robot girl hugs her from behind, regretfully, as if telling her to give up. surrounding the pair is a field of white flowers. the drawing is done on m.s. paint.

A drawing of a girl wearing a striped scarf standing on a grassy slope inside rings of clouds at sunset. A red arc pierces the dramatic sunset-colored clouds and the moon shines bright above her head.

#VOCALOID