Sunny Sapph, SisterPlushie, Poet & Photographer

hey it's my favorite the animal

step one: pick animal
step two: pick a body type (feral, anthro; skinny, tall, short, fat, etc.)
step three: choose colors for fur, eyes, hair, etc., and styles
step four: pick some Defining Traits that make them yours-yours
step five: spend $86,000 on art
step six: ???
step seven: profit

sunlightfox

crying

i miss when i was so loved by everyone and they wanted to be near me

i am so sad and alone so often

i hurt

please love me

i want dad

thinkin about how i have AC4 AC5 and AC0 on my PS2's harddrive, maybe i should play the holy trio

man seroquel knocked me the FUCK out last night /pos

My GOAT and the exhibitionist champ together in one comment chain...

this rules...

(also happy bappy, pal!)

i really like the way everything seems to point at you directly in this image and you, yourself, arch in a way that points to everything else

i really love so much about this as a photographer

stunning stuff, piper

im sorry i will stop being so whiny

youre not supposed to hurt a plushie so how come im always hurting

i want a dad

10/10, no notes

does she eat hot cheetos loudly

i need my old body back i don't like the stomach on this one. need lipo. need a tummy tuck. need whatever else is necessary to have this fucking thing be less 250 pounds and rounded. make me concave again. make me small again. make me petite again. i don't like being big. i want to be small. please

i'm going to bed
and praying the sun never rises
just clouds for the rest of time
and darkness after that
maybe in a dream
i can be something better
but when i am awake and moving
i am just a sad echo of what i wish i could be
someday
i will look back on all this
and nod on
and know "worse" was true

i want to be able to give up on dreams that aren't ever to come true and accept what was dealt to me

i want to be able to go back and tell that happy child to hold on tight to the things that are good

because of how many things no longer are

and how many things are just replacements and knockoffs

the nature of things decided i would be as a lamb, a sacrifice, a crucified scarecrow in a dead field salted a decade earlier

everything hurts
everything hurts
everything hurts

i just want to be that little kid again
able to say "no, i don't want this, stop, and go away."

stuck with years and years going on
stuck with failing vessel and rotting teeth
with bones that ache and muscles that scream
with nerves that burn and eyes that blur
with skin and blood and meat and guts
bile and mucus and spit
piss and shit and vomit and gore
keratin and too many tears

i'll never be how i am supposed to be
i'll never be the thing i was meant to be
i'll never be what my dreams told me i would be one day
i'll never get that
never get to be big sis
never get to be mom
never get to be little sis
never get to be plush
never get to be small again
never get to be.

i am always too scared to go to a political action (physical disability, fear of being harmed, visibly trans fem, just plain scared of it) but if there is anyone in the world who could give me the courage by example to do it, it would be you, spice

thank you for being you

and i wish i could fix that and help. there's only so much i can do; but i am hopeful i can help you feel a little less alone in the world, even if you're stuck alone at home.

i'm proud of you for expressing yourself and your emotions. i'll send you nice dreams if i can, ok?

i know, kiddo. i want mine too. holding you nice and tight and keeping the nightmares at bay as best a plushie big sister can, okay?

i like when river poetrys

at night the sad cools down and becomes a liquid (or solid if it's cold enough) and gets heavier which squishes out the sleepy. in the morning it's a little warmer/brighter so the sad expands into a gas and the sleepy stays in and gets trapped underneath the sad which is a greenhouse brain gas

boat oomfie! boomfie, if you will

very nonzero chance!

i should fuck oomfie

which oomfie? could be you...

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