nikkigrup 🏳️‍⚧️💥

@nikkigrup.bsky.social

🔞 may be sexy !!! 💥💥 🔞 nikki!! she/her 🏳️‍⚧️💥💥 - fat girl drawing fat girls !! 💥💥💥💥💥 ~~ in the nikki group ~~ pfp by @cirronaja.bsky.social !!! my art tags! #grupArt #nikkiWrite

hello everyone! i've had a blast posting my art and running Nikkigrup, but i've decided that i need to take some time and move on from this account. i hope i was an inspiration in the same way all of you inspired me! if you have some time, below are a farewell letter and a poem. thank you & HNY!

hello everyone! i hope everyone's having a good holiday season :)! i've been having a pretty nice one myself.

it's been a joy to share my art and see such beautiful works for so many years. ever since i started this account, i've been able to really participate in this silly little community, getting inspired by the kink artists i love (and hopefully inspiring a few others myself, too <3).

it's been my intent to really explore the artistry within fat kink. it wasn't what i had in mind opening my account (i was just bored), but i quickly was enamored by how a lot of kink art warmed my soul and gave me identity. i hope to have captured that feeling in my work over the years.

besides that, kink art has been there for me through many things in my life, and the art here is the same. sofi especially, given how she let me process my feelings, and allowed me to understand my own transition far before i even knew i could do it.

(picture of sofi on a horse)

either way, i'm deciding to move on from Nikkigrup. i'm really happy with my art, my presence, and the support i've received and continue to receive, but i recognize that my own life has changed a lot since starting the account. ever since i made my first post and got my first comment of critique, i've focused on being a better and better public-facing artist, even throughout college, holidays, moving, unemployment, and work.

in a sense, it was growing up with a presence; encouraging in some ways, but tough in others. more than anything, i want to reconnect with art in a way that has no focus on what would do well, or be worth an audience. and if i return to posting, i want to return to it without this pressure; a pressure not caused by any of you, but instead just by the consistent feeling of being seen.

after all, my bangers were my most soulful. trying to predict an audience always left me running in circles.

happy new year! and thank you, everyone.A poem, "There is More to Me":

Sunlight, oh how I've waited.
Moonlight, oh how I've hated.
I saw Life, it had decided to taunt me.
I hoped to break its passionate hands.

~

Flowing hair down my back,
A jacket, never closed, kept me warm.
A bow of God, Beauty adorned.
My little heart atop, my soul, my home.

Logic tries to define me,
But Beauty is much more whole.
Shielding myself bare, I fear love.
Losing myself in dedication to peace.

But I find my partner, a ponytail,
A cowbell, a caretaker, yours.
Still I doubted the soul I changed for.
Was it Simulacrum, or made full?

They doubt the soul I changed for.
Sore words I carry, I heard before.
Feelings, broken, Vast, existential.
Dry, curling, distorted, yours.

Embraced, hydrated.
Freedom, full.

I found all your colors more and more.
I found the artist, for her patience I swore.
I found the Lover, I found the Lighter,
They gave me peace, together we triumph.

~

Loving the way it feels,
We wrap the night up.

Kindling that fire.
One day I was bored.
I bellowed that furnace.
Today, we can just watch it burn.

For Sunlight, I've waited.
Good morning to the world.


Love your passionate, bandaged hands.