We've not been so good at keeping up with Inktober but here is a submission for day 12: Spicey!

So, another fun fact, this account is owned by a system! If you see any of these signatures the art belongs to this account! Some of our alters all prefer to have different signatures but would still like to be recognized when posting our art so this is our way of doing that!

To Want- Part III

For to selfishly request That you save yourself And lock your heart away Until it comes to unlock mine

I make that request in my stomach In the pocket that Holds an emptiness That cannot be filled

I request you find the space Find the time And fill the need That cannot be filled An insatiable hunger That Holds no name And bears no fruits of it's labor

To Want- Part II

Give me the courtesy of one kiss On my check or to touch my lips Hold my hips to the side of yours And hold my ribs up from the floor Where i have been laying Needing for you

I Imagine the warmth of a hand Holding a hand And Imagine the comfort of arms around my chest Squeezing me Holding me Making me warm again

Your touch would revive me And the absence makes cold

To Want- Part I

I will tear the pictures you sent me Not for a hate of you But because I cannot stand to see you In love with another It has been a year and more since the feeling faded But it bubbles when I see you and hear you say my name

Grass Dance

I wonder if the trees miss our thunderous songs and whistling voices As I miss them You can try to hear them echoed in the wood, against the rocks, and in the valleys of my people I try to hear, but they are whispers of what they must once have been I wonder if the deer miss the sounds that they grew used to hearing in the nights as they lay wither their children As my people did Mother's carrying children dancing and men on the beating drums that mimiced the patterns of our hearts I wonder if the grass, misses our songs The ones named after them And the ones in which we used their bodies to land our stomps and sit upon to watch young ones and old ones alike continue in traditions like blood Thick and red I wonder if after our songs stopped the birds and rabbits and bears came to our old circles Wondering where we had gone And I wonder if they feel like I do When I walk upon my peoples land, That at least for a moment They can hear the music again

Hiya! Another fun fact about me as I post more. I am two-spirit. I am a reconnecting native and as I discovered my gender had a lot more to do with my heritage, I noticed that none of the two-spirit flags really resonated with me. I took inspiration from red power flags, and colors that I felt could represent a bigger community of tribes. Anyhow, here is the flag I made! Please be nice :)

This is my first post here! Awesome! As a kid I was always a huge fan of Spiderman and all things superheroes. This is Javier Diaz! My very own addition into the spidersona universe :)