More thoughts on what I like: Shiny, smooth, efficient, protective space gear with integrated light displays that keep my junk in a publicly-visible bulge while also inaccessible. Struggling at first to try to remove it, fidgeting at urges that can't be satiated. Waste collected/removed externally.

Just some private fun in my quarters on the Space Station.

I know it's been done before, but like. The type of body TF where you go from normal to just absolutely thick as hell.

There's a certain kind of love for the people I can put on a ball and chain and drop into the pool for.

Oops. I am not charged enough to be in my backup respiration mode.

Lord Umbra has her way with her henchman, colloquially known between myself and Umbra's creator as Evil Star.

"Now this kind of organic behavior is the kind I think I find the most fascinating~"

More of this gay-ass frog. I love frogs.

Robot butt.

Leotards are optimal at exposing the best shapes of the body without revealing too much. I have one of these in real life, too. I might post the photos.

There's a lot of art to post, still, but I feel myself coming into my own and feeling finally like I understand myself well enough to even celebrate pride.

Distress and comfort.

Being a gay little robot in space means people usually don't care if you don't wear pants around them in private.

Messed with Chinese color theory elements that western color theory rejects.

Fuck it, I'm uploading it. It's somehow both the laziest and most detailed thing I've done in a while, but I kinda like this kind of shit because I'm hopelessly a 90s baby.

(Quick Fix) This is as done as it's gonna get, I think. A lot of personal internal and life circumstantial shit went into this one. It's not perfect, but I am very happy with what I accomplished. Hope you like supercharged multipurpose robot deities~

I've come to accept myself not as failed/uncertain of myself, but neurotic. It explains so much, re-contextualizes so much. So now I feel more comfortable with Star as a vessel for exploring shit I like instead of wondering why I "can't get them right" I'm not a person who likes to make choices ;]

Very unfinished but I got to channel my whole pussy into the vibes of this one Something kinda unlocked in my brain I guess.

I want to have a fat ass and big hair again. Making sketches to make it happen while dealing with some internal shit causing problems.

Doodle page messing with a redesign of my rescue scuba diver robot who's, tragically, embarrassedly horny about people drowning.

VIII Planets.

Oh yeah, I never showed the follow-up. Don't ask how that thing is getting in there.

Baaaaaa

Big transhumanist transman sheep cock. (tm)

One of the iterations of Star is a caring-but-nervous member of a lofty, idealistic Galactic Patrol. Like Buzz Lightyear, except gayer, and with much gayer outfits.

A doodle with lots of hands and no halo.

I've been working on designing a frog OC recently. Frogs are cute. I might make one as a fursona sometime. This is Deacon. He has schizophrenic hallucinations, fantasies about dying, but kinda also sometimes turns his fears into a sexual thing. Lives in a small town, everybody protects him.

Thick hair getting put up for sports so I can be sweaty and gay. God I miss 80s/90s fashion.