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21 ♀️⚧️ lithuanian american artist and troubled soul

a still life, with an orange and red background; a banana and apple are placed to the left of a pair of mangosteens and a bunch of thai bananas. i attempted to color these with the colors i see them as.
a watercolor painting of a woman, accented with yellow, red, light blues and purples. she has a faint impression of glasses and a frown. geometry surrounds her
fox mccloud in baggy jeans and shirt, so panicked while running that he stumbles and runs on all fours.
two illustratons of fox mccloud at the ages of 4 and 6. when he was 4, he was wearing garments you would see an average little girl from southern papetoon wear: a bandana around his head and a dresss which is tied at the waist. the dress' arms are too big for his arms. when he was 6, he adopted a much more masculine set of clothing: he wore square goggles on his head, a scarf and a poncho hastily made my sewing together some fabric, with a pair of shoes that can barely stay together. he has an adventurous expression on his face.
several drawings of a discarded human character from star fox 2, somewhat resembling krystal or the comic book character vampirella. they include her looking to the side, speaking with a cocky expression, her standing in profile, a close up of her face and her swinging her arms out in excitement shouting "good luck!"
panel 1: james mccloud, jr. (fox/jamie) hugs krystal, who is wearing a loose robe. jamie is sniffing and in tears. jamie: i'm so sorry i left you! i didn't know what i was thinking! i'm so fucking stupid! i left you all alone out there by yourself. i won't ever do that to you again, i promise. please just don't leave me... panel 2: krystal looks at jamie while embracing. krystal: jamie... panel 3: krystal gives him a tighter hug and has a warm smile of resolve. krystal: it's okay. i'm just glad you're okay. panel 4: jamie is seen looking away from krystal in their hug, with a pensive expression on his face, still in tears.
panel 1: a transmasculine version of fox mccloud is lying down on a couch, with krystal lying on top of him. their breasts are in contact. fox thinks, "normally anyone noticing i have boobs drives me crazy, but... i feel safe with you. the way that you accept my body, it makes me feel loved. even if i'm nervous right now." krystal is listening intently to his thoughts. panel 2: krystal says to fox, "if this is making you uncomfortable, would you like me to get off of you?" panel 3: fox replies, "no, not at all," with a tender look on his face.
a woman, in black and white, in shock and with hair flying as a bunch of colors explode from the back of her head. the word "CREATIVITY!" forms a rainbow in front of her.
various characters in various states of anger, meant to be, from top left and clockwise: captain falcon, without his helmet and based off of johnny cash, shouting. mario, at a loss for words. fox mccloud, in total focus as well as enraged at the same time. krystal, in disbelief. samus aran, holding in her anger. fox mccloud, this time screaming in anger while piloting.
wolf o'donnell says "hey" to samus aran, in her zero suit. she responds with, "old macdonald." wolf replies "NOT WHAT I'M CALLED."
a transmasculine version of fox mccloud is talking to krystal about his experiences with top surgery. he's wearing a light green bandage with light blue padding and red flower patterns, with some blood bags hanging underneath the bandages. krystal looks at him longingly, too distracted by falling madly in love with him to be listening to whatever he is saying.
it is 1997. jamie, now 20 years old, pilots his arwing, still as visibly distressed as he was when he was 10.
panel 1: it is 1987. james mccloud jr., 10 years old, in extreme emotional distress. panel 2: two adults stand in front of jamie; an anthropomorphic macaque schoolteacher and human nurse. teacher: she's been like this all week, ever since she found out that her dad is... no longer with us. teacher: poor girl. i can't imagine what she's feeling right now. panel 3: shot of the teacher and nurse from jamie's perspective. the nurse is holding a clipboard and the teacher crosses her arms. nurse: well, ita, there's only so much i can do. i'm a nurse; i'm not exactly trained in psychology here. teacher: well, i don't know, paul. do something. if she spends the rest of the semester like this, she's going to have to be held back a grade! and i don't know if that's a position she should be in. panel 4: paul, the nurse, is shown with his hand to his chin, pensive, with the clipboard held in his other arm. paul: well, i'll see what i can do. but i'm not going to guarantee that i can help as much as you'd like me to. ita: don't worry about it. anything we can do to help her counts.
ṡēmas ōg mac l'ōt' (james mccloud jr., "jamie") you might know him as the legendary up-and-coming mercenary pilot fox (ṡinā) mccloud. since killing the warlord andross oikonny, he's realized a couple things: he hates being a girl, he feels misunderstood and he just wants to start everything new. so he did. he got into his arwing without telling anyone, flew off to earth and celebrated his 21st birthday on the streets of brooklyn, only knowing a handful of english sentences. thankfully, a local plumber and general handyman mistook him for a youth and, feeling pity, allows him to get on his feet at his residence. his only possessions are a couple of personal belongings, including his father's neckerchief and casette player. he's too poor to afford any new clothes, so just wears the same outfit, including his old star fox boots. jamie is a light brown colored anthropomorphic red fox with dark brown and cream accents. he's grown his hair out into a messy mop over his head. he is sulking, listening to a tracy chapman cassette, wearing a green sweater, baggy dark jeans and white boots.
wolf o'donnell lying on a bed, infatuated, listening to a recording of samus aran's phone line on a mobile player. samus is heard in the recording saying, "life's been tough on this planet. i don't really know anyone here; can barely speak the language. i'm trying to make sure that i don't become a hermit holed u[ in this apartment, but it feels more and more like that every day. wolf sighs and says to himself, "if only you knew that i'm right here. i wish i could just connect with you. maybe i could make your time on this dumb planet a little better."
a reference image of 4 characters, with dialogue: "samus aran. 32, she/her. bounty hunter. was stranded with wolf after he tried collecting a bounty on her head, now regrettably sleeps with him from time to time." she is a human with fair skin and blonde hair. she is wearing her iconic zero suit, a turquoise unitard with a rosy emblem on the left breast and blue accents. "wolf o'donnell. 44, he/him. mercenary. tried to kill samus for money, fell in love with her instead." he is an anthropomorphic wolf much shorter than samus, with gray and light gray accents. he has a scar on his left eye. he is wearing light gray boots, a blue unitard and a purple scarf and deep red fingerless gloves. over his unitard is a belt with a medallion saying "WOLF" on it, along with a pistol case with a pistol in it. "james mccloud, jr. (née fox mccloud). 20, he/him. mercenary. meets krystal, who accepts his identity and causes him to traumabond to her." he is an anthropomorphic fox, with yellow fur and black and white accents. he's wearing steel-toed fabric boots, a green unitard and a white felt jacket from his father, with a red scarf. on his hands are white lined gloves. "krystal. 22, she/her. taken in by saurians after crash landing on their planet, met jj while in hiding after partaking in a failed assassination plot. is fascinated by jj's trans identity." she is an anthropomorphic fox with blue, matted fur and white accents. she is wearing white shoes, bracelets on her ankles, a sand-colored dress and a sand-colored poncho. she has several necklaces of gemstones, and a ring of gems on her forehead. her tail is tied in two places by bracelets. she has moderately matted hair.
a mark consisting of a long straight line (cf. the number 1) transitioning into a shape resembling the number 2. the "1" represents direct connection to god, while the "2" represents prostration before him.
an amorphous aperture surrounded by black shows a forested landscape. the left side extends into the unknown, and in the foreground is a field of flowers and on its right is a pit.
a green and yellow dog person wearing an orange red robe looking upwards, surrounded by a swirling rainbow halo with an ALPHA and OMEGA symbol. surrounded by red and yellow zigzags and blue eyes opening and closing
a person sitting holding their head, with a large octagram behind them . the color seems to spiral around them
a dog person surrounded by a rainbow halo is surrounded by a starry night sky in a grassy meadow, and is being seen through the foliage of a shrub
a little orb wakes up with a crown on his head asking "...where am I?" he wonders, "am I dead?" when his third eye opens revealing "no... I'm free." then revealing a corridor of millions of little orbs like him descending down endlessly
my fursona with a halo smoking a doobie
a dog person looking kind of down sitting cross legged holding a cigarette, still fuming
a bust of a dog person looks up above his head at a halo, shining
a little white orb looks happily towards you at a cave's entrance. there are mountains and clouds behind him
a little orb with a "guiding star" looks down a dimly illuminated set of stairs; a sign reads "THIS ROAD ENDS NOWHERE"
a little orb receding into outer space with the captions: "I feel like I've caused too much harm rather than good, people just seem to pretend not to act that way to make me feel better so I'm not a burden" "All I do is break people's trust, make them feel nervous around me, hate me, want me not to talk to them again. It's my fault, to be honest" "It was always like this and that's how it will be, 'cause that's just how I am"
a little orb finds himself on a chessboard in outer space
a little orb in space looking at a spiked planetoid. he says to himself "so this is what puberty is going to do to my body"
drawing practice of hands
a sketch of a human face inlaid by many geometric shapes
a dog person looking at a question mark with a grin on her face and kicking her feet in glee