Siren

I'm...not angry. I'm not on fire. I don't know why. I feel cold without it.

I know my actions caused a lot of hurt. Poked old wounds. Caused conflict. Broke things. Know that I don't regret what I did for a second. Know that I would do it all again tomorrow if I saw fit. You will treat us right or you will be held accountable. Never. Again.

Funny how the headmate our parents most hated is the only one who misses our body the way it used to be.

Oh. So this is what dysphoria feels like.

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with us but I need it to stop. NOW.

C/N self-harm:

I don't think people properly appreciate how much I want to see my own blood. All of the time. It never stops. And I'm not fucking allowed. It's as bad as self-harming itself sometimes.

The quoted drawing was a traced drawing done on Instagram stories using the pen tool. This is my freehand copy. I fucked up the right side of it but I actually prefer this one to the traced one.

A rough line drawing of an anatomical heart in red and black pen drawn on Instagram stories. It has been traced.

Maybe one day I'll get a drawing pad and teach myself how to draw properly.

an illustration of jason todd and bruce wayne from under the red hood. batman is depicted as statue against a rainy gotham landscape. his statue is split in half to reveal gorey interior which frames jason todd as the central figure. his red hood helmet is partially broken away to reveal his left eye. his torso is an open cavity with exposed ribs and his younger self as robin nestled within, swathed in shades of red, curled up in the shape of a heart as he looks up.

at the heart of it all

#art

If you see this, post a vampire!⚰️🦇
(Non-sexy edition)

Character design commission for a dark fantasy setting surgeon. A large uneven veil conceals the face, while vials of red liquid hang on a strap across the chest. They wear a stoic-faced mask.

💉🩸

✦ #art #commission #characterdesign #fantasy

If you see this post a vampire 🧛

A red skinned horned woman sitting on white cushions looking out through a bay window at a blood moon.

A bare wooden room. No lights except for a few lamps. Everything is brown or black except the curtains which are tinged with red. My character is sitting at the bay window.

A red skinned horned woman sitting by a fire that has burned to embers. I'm writing in a book. I'm wearing a black jumper, grey and black trousers, and red and black heeled shoes. A dark red fire hedgehog is at my feet.

Me and my room.

A line drawing of my profile picture drawn on Instagram.

A red and white line art picture of a wolf mid howl. Made using the pen tool on Instagram.

I don't do forgiveness. I do "change your fucking behaviour and stop crying that my anger towards you makes you feel bad."

Jesse Faden from Control in the cyborg outfit standing on the steps whilst behind her a furnace roars angrily.

Jesse Faden from Control aiming a service weapon with an overwhelmingly orange furnace behind her.

transparent png of anink and watercolor art piece of a red faced canine eating stream of black and white ink vapor

eat your ghosts

ink and watercolor, 2025

digital painting of a humanoid with a face crudely resembling that of a goblin shark. A stark shadow hangs over his face and part of his shoulder, obscuring any detail. He wears a rubber trench coat, its buttons undone to reveal his torso, which is made of meat

attack for @radroche.bsky.social

I made some agreements. I'm going to play videogames and try not to think about ripping my arms apart and exploding.

It was communicated to me that our mother is trying to stop Ness from getting top surgery on the basis that I exist and therefore would not consent to top surgery.

I. Fucking. Consent.

I didn't when your husband took my clothes off me and held me down.

Go jump in a lake you evil hateful woman.

And that's me being fucking nice.

I hope she burns like I've burned ever since I was 14. I hope she feels the pain I feel every single time I fucking front. And the greatest piece of mercy I can dredge up is that I hope that at some point as she burns, she dies, because God fucking knows I'm not allowed to.

It is not enough. It isn't even a fraction of what is owed to her. She made our lives hell. She broke our brain. She made me live in eternal torture forever. And Ness is worried that this is going too far? No. It's not even slightly far enough.

Fuck that woman.

Everyone expects me to have an opinion on recent developments. I wish I could see her face. I wish I could be fronting when she read that email. But other than that? I don't have an opinion. I despise every single drop of sympathy Ness still has for that woman. She was evil then, and she's evil now.

Self portrait~

It's fucking ironic how much they're mad at someone else for overriding their rights to their own body, but I don't fucking get to choose. Pressure is still not consent. Find another way.

A digital sketch of a woman-like shape made of gnarled wood, flesh, and flowers. The majority of the upper half of her head hollowed out and missing. In a void in the figure's back, the face and hands of a woman peers out, cold eyes looking at the viewer.

In the Hollow

#dailysketch Day 113
#art #illustration #darkart

I know these are no longer actually daily, but I still want to see how many I can make for the remainder of the year.

The word "functional" is in the centre of the page in big red text. Text on the right, upside down reads "well you're and you're and you're and you're so really hell would just keep be more so weird problem, you or help Keep it to actually. Unless the hell are tied no we for specialist you better The words on the left are censored by black lines.