There is a very real paradox in me, when I am creating art. On the one hand, I can't imagine creating something worthwhile that isn't *for* me. I struggle with energy enough as is to be using my limited ability to guess at what other people like. But... I do want badly to be seen.
![Sketch of Nepeta Leijon [Homestuck] except she's massively fat. She's sat on a bed, her belly sprawling out in front of her, as she is being fed a sandwich by a mechanical arm while she types out a roleplay scenario using a pair of holographic ergonomic keyboards.
A chat window reads:
"AC: :33 < *ac appears from the shadows, the sleek huntress making herself known with a confident, lithe stride, and a cute wish of her tail*
AC: :33 < *ac pounces happily on the friendly fairy bullbeast, glomping him ever so gently, and licking at his sweet, sugary coat!*"](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:gbuzizxizx4oz7ioj6q4lb4q/bafkreiho34sitntv7h2s6442jz4t3426dqvds7byilad5io2643nnnqunm)
