I’m a cis-gender man which basically means that, when I was born, the doctor went “It’s a boy!” and when I was old enough to understand I agreed with him.
The thing is, I don’t know why I feel like a man. I was teased and bullied for it a lot when I was little. I’ve never had stereotypically American male interests. I never cared about sports or cars or guns. I was more interested in music and cooking and the arts. I’ve always been emotionally in tune and sensitive, even when I did my best to suppress my emotions to survive a childhood of abuse from other children.
It’s not physical either. I don’t feel like a man because I have a penis or a beard. If you put my brain in a robot body or any other body, my essence would still feel male (I assume). I literally can’t imagine what being any other gender would feel like, since I feel so acutely male.
I think that’s why the concept of being transgender always made sense to me. I’m a man. I don’t have any bloody clue why I feel like a man, but I don’t feel that it’s tied to my body or my interests or the way that I’ve been treated. I feel like a man because of something beyond that. Something ephemeral. So, why couldn’t others feel the same? Why couldn’t a person who’s been misidentified as a girl feel like a boy for the exact same nebulous reasons that I do?
And, since gender really doesn’t make any sense to me anyway, why couldn’t there also be people who feel as if they don’t have one? Or who flow across genders like a ship on a map?
Are there people out there whose sense of their own gender is inseparable from their physical form? If you put those people into robot bodies or, simply, other physically different bodies, would their gender identity also swap? If so, why? Are they actually more lost in their gender identity than I am and they need to hone in on the physical in order to anchor themselves?
Why do people feel like they are the gender that they are?
And here it is! TA Da! The Anti Sans!
this is a re draw of one of my favourite drawings from last year (i think it was last year)
I did change up the order they are stood in though and added in a new member.
So we have the Infamous Killer and Dust. With the even more Infamous Nightmare. AKA squid boy in the middle.
To the right we have Hate Sans (who i cant remember the creator of, Dam scatter brain)
and to the left We have the broken boi Twitchtale Sans created by me! And X berry who created by @thebluescreenofdespair and looks like he is the last person in the world who wants to be there.
I hope you all like this because It took FOREVER AHH
P.S about where sans’ like Horror or fell or cross. Ive never really viewed them as being members.so this is just my interruption.
Really happy to see this at my local library
Can I draw a humanization of Rem? I understand if you don't want to (^^)
I just really liked he :3
I’d be happy for you to! I’ve got some of my own ideas about what a humanized Rem would look like, but im really curious what your ideas are,s o go for it. Just make sure to tag me if you post it please!
So is reblog is also not permitted?
That’s the difference. Reblogs are good! You promote the artist and their work.
At least for me repost is ok only in one condition: you asked permission and the artist said “yes”.
Lux exists in delta99? How? If both her parents are human men, how did they have a baby?
Dream is trans, which plays a part in it. Theres serveral ..”Incidents” that lead to Lux’s birth. She was a bit of an oopsie baby.
closeups of that last drawing.....snails with legs and their rhino beetle
This was a commission for @evaundertale and I was soooo happy to draw it! 🌺
I emidiately recognized GayFish’s Luna Light and MAN I fall in love with her design as soon as I saw her back then when GayFish just showed her Darkcream version! Also we aren’t sure who is that firegirl creator tho… If you know, please write me, I’ll tag them. Anyway I was dying from cuteness drawing this! 🌸🌺🌸
Luna Light (Cream shipchild) by @help-im-a-gay-fish
Firegirl by ??
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Character consept: Jackie Ripper
One of the many victims of Jack the Ripper.
She's a tormented soul. Forever in physical and emotional pain. She is part of a universe in which, it seems, that people who died of a particularly horrible or traumatic death get reincarnated or reborn into a new form, which takes on features that resemble or mirror in some way the how they died.
Jackie's form pays homage to red riding hood and the wolf, since she leant never to trust strangers.
She doesn't know her real name and has almost no memories of her life other then the events leading to her death.
For those of you who don't know of Jack the Rippers victims (gore warning) this is how she died...
She was a prostitute in the Victorian era who ended up having her womb and ovaries ripped out.
She has a snappy personality. The best word to describe her would be bitch. But if you befriend her she will be fiercely loyal.
She aims to teach people about the danger of strangers and how to properly judge character.
So here she is. Mind you this is just the first consept. There will be more when I get round to it. Hope you like her.
I created Jackie to be a secondary character in a story that @thebluescreenofdespair is creating so if you want the full story check it out there.
The long night.
Dream opened his eyes again. He hadn't really been sleeping, he'd just been resting for while. The room was dark, not pitch black but dark enough. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Cross' his chest rising and falling as he breathed. At least he was still breathing he thought for a second.
His eyes moved to the ring in his hand. He twisted it in his fingers. Over the past few hours, he'd been sliping it on and off, indecisive on about whether or not he wanted to commit to wearing it.
He slipped it on again. A perfect fit, it had always been meant for him anyway. He watched as the stone glistened brightly against the dark gloves.
Things had definitely taken a turn today, there's no doubt in his mind that he wanted to put this whole situation behind him. Unfortunately, he knew it was only going to get worse in the coming days.
His soul gave a lurch. He felt exhausted and drained. It was strange for him, he didn't usually feel sleepy. He was weakning.
Cross shifted in his sleep. With a sigh, Shattered pushed himself up into his elbow. Cross didn't respond to this movement.
He trased his thumb across one of the marks and cross' ribs. It was better than it had been an hour ago. Soon there wouldn't even be scars left. Atleast he could always rely on this code to heal him. Hopefully he'd wake up soon.
Shattered lay down again, wrapping his arms carefully around Cross' body to pull him closer. It felt so long since they've been able to be this close so easily. Even if it hadn't been very long ago at all.
Dream nuzzled into Cross' shoulder and neck bones for a moment. Cross had always used to get so embarrassed when he did that. A smile crept onto his face for a moment. But it was soon wiped away.
For all he knew, Cross hated him now. He wouldn't be surprised if he did. If that was true, he'd probably hate him more of he knew how close he was to him.
He sat up again carefully, this time fully and leant his back against the wall. He kept his hand on Cross' arm, almost feeling that him he let go of him, he'd disappear.
He wasn't sure what the morning would bring, but he knew it was going to be a long night.
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Ah, this took so long so so so so long. This is an idea I had and I needed to bring it to life. This takes place between 'nothing will ever be the same' and 'the price of happiness'
This is NOTcannon to the dark cream story unless Zu says other wise.
Credits!
Art is by me, story was written by me.
Dark cream comic and story by @zu-is-here
Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii
Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and jokublog