Alex

@datashifter.bsky.social

He/They || AceAro Shifting in and out of existence Artist?

The feeling in one's heart when desiring to create, to put heart into stories, ideas, to be enough. The desire to be undesirable, least be taken advantage of or misunderstood. The realization every thought and action are controlled by fear. There are only walls behind walls. #art #sketch #oc

 half body of a greaser with various piercings on eyebrows and lower lip, wearing a jacket; not my own oc. bust of woman with long hair looking away, clearly frustrated. Embodiment of anxiety controlling ones actions, cautious, protective, strong yet terrified. Your fears are not you. You take on your fears, fighting for yourself, and realize how little there is left of 'you'. Actions made out of fear, controlled yet again, believing it was of free will. Who are you, without that fear directing your every move? Lastly, a vague being with strange goggles filled with a liquid, watching with disapproval, doing nothing about it. Tch.a trumpeter glancing back, smiling, albeit wary. i wanted an excuse to draw this guy again; one of my oldest ocs going back to 2007 when i myself played the trumpet in a jazz band; i didnt have quite the lung capacity for it in reality, despite loving it. i had wished to continue playing it, but it was not meant to be. at least i still have it. it has been a long time since ive touched it. It has been a long time since i have drawn him.apocalypse oc that inspired me to work out more (well, walk), as well as finally chop my hair. i tried keeping a mid-short haircut with them prior to this image, but settled on this one as my preference. Its now part of their story. He does not trust those around him to have his well-being in mind, since in the past it has only caused him hurt. To speak of vulnerability is to give the other the advantage, and he already has no control.  "What am I going to do now, after everything that's happened?... You know, maybe we can talk about a different subject? If that's alright with you?"

sketch of a shapeshifter who desires to be left alone, struggling to find places untouched by humanity. The few who see believe it to be a wingless dragon, a silent shadow slipping through the forests it traverses through. #art

a shapeshifter growling, body curling to turn around facing the right, clearly irritated. He doesnt care about pronouns, nor names.