Hi, my name's Iris (she/her) and I make all kinds of art from digital art to music and everything in between. I love to learn new stuff so I end up learning everything about anything. I'm really into video games so I started making my own, mainly via modding other games because coding is hard. I do end up coding a lot more than I thought tho and I've had experience with Python, Java, GLSL, HTML, SQL, CSS, XML, JSON and GDScript (yes I know those aren't all programming languages). My favorite games are Celeste (obviously), Terraria, Hollow Knight, Scrap Mechanic, Minecraft, Ultrakill, Geometry Dash, Zeepkist, Undertale, Skate 3 (also like Skate.™) and Neva (very small game but very cool). I'm 19, born 19th of may 2006. I'm trans and I finally started HRT back in june (2025) so I'm getting happier and happier to finaly get to be who I really am. My girlfriend helped a lot during the very early days of my transition and I owe her a lot. I love her a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot, I hope we can make it very far in life together <3. Big shout-out to my best friends Shep and Potassium, I love you very much :3
My collection of rocks, minerals, mineraloids and other cool stuff :
I don't have a lot of them but I'm kinda getting into it. Also I forgot what some of them were because I got them a long time ago. I've been doing a lot of research for a minecraft mod (see here or here) mostly because Gneiss Name (a geologist and minecraft youtuber) made really cool videos about geology and how it could be understood via the game. If you don't know about his videos go check them out. This kinda turned into a big rabbit hole and now I'm talking about kimberlite to my gf.
I always loved flags but I only recently learnt all of them so here's my very biased ranking with a description for each one because I have the time to write little descriptions for more than 250 flags. I'll also propose some new designs at the end while trying to change as little as possible. Also looking at this gif a bit longer I can tell that they're all in alphabetical order (exept Nepal) and some old/unknown to me flag designs are on there.
If you're part of my family don't read any of these. This is kind of my dairy in a way. Reading this is probably a bad idea.
Suicide, self harm, suicidal ideations, sexual abuse, rape, alchool abuse, drug use.
empty space
As I walk through the valley of death,
I wonder why I haven’t settled yet.
Sun’s blocked on both sides,
Only shining up North.
Both day and night,
The Star is the only light
I can see in here.
Blind and relieved - 13/10/25
My gaping mouth towards the sky is catching rain,
until it turns into catching a cold.
My cadavre's sponginess trully shows
how feable of a human I truly was.
The image of my lifeless body is comforting.
Drowning enhanced my senses.
I felt better with water in my lungs.
Drown - Unknown Date
I felt sorry about my rapist before I felt sorry for myself.
29 years older, child molester.
After a rough childhood, he had to take care of his siblings at a young age.
Couldn't live out his golden days and is now chasing them.
Hitting up 20s and under to feel like he isn't 47.
Lured me in with a sob story and telling me "the choice is yours".
I was barely 18, a wreck beyond repair already.
No choice was mine and he knew how I could be used.
Abuse n°1 - Unknown Date
I'm drunk, once again.
I smoked.
I smell like drugs.
I feel safer.
I'm thinking less.
I'm self harming.
I thought again.
Drunk - 14/10/25
Maggot Brain.
Parasites inside my skull.
I feel them behind my eye sockets.
I'm wide awake,
In immense pain.
I'll probably have to remove them by hand.
Unless they get to me first.
Same conclusion either way.
Migraine - 15/10/25
Flood of the red sea.
Salt water brings me afloat.
I'm taken away from my body.
I can see the path it formed,
My face is several shades paler.
My blood cells pop.
I hear the noises I can't make myself.
I get dropped off across the caliche sand.
I can't rest,
I still hear it.
Red sea - 15/10/25
Stochastic explosions break the silence.
Chaos unveils again.
Havoc of my own creation.
I brought this demise upon myself,
I see it in my reflection.
Guilt.
Guilt.
Guilt.
I'm not the victim,
This isn't right.
Flood part 1 - 15/10/25
Four eyed devil went blind.
Only one eye trully left.
Right but useless.
No longer impish
But the traits are still there.
I've grown into them.
Partial growth - 15/10/25
Boiling water from above
Marks its chest in red.
It feels comfort in the sting.
Nostalgia from struggling to breathe.
It's hidden now.
It can't face itself anymore.
It doesn't have to.
Only the shell is its weakness now.
Lobster shower - 15/10/25
My hand is close to the silver loop.
My hand is too close to the antenna.
Like man reaching for god.
I can't move.
It's the same noise.
Saturation only made it clearer.
Distortion is the only way to hear it.
I pick up frequencies from everywhere
And I hear it again.
Theremin tinnitus - 15/10/25
A woman's preoccupation
Like that of a fatal illness.
Miseducated by men's education,
I can't tell what's happening to my own body.
I'm drenched in blood,
It already got me.
I wish I knew sooner.
I would have done so much differently.
We can only teach ourselves
But there's too little reliability.
Postmodern medical patriarchy.
They won't give us our autonomy.
Postmodern medical patriarchy - 16/10/25
Women's temptations are less acted upon,
As if morality was a gendered idea.
Rape is a culture,
It's traditional,
It's generational.
So cemented that most can't tell
when they were abused themselves.
It's still foggy to me,
As if he was owed to
and his actions warranted.
"Culture" - 16/10/25
The staircase is borded off.
I could still climb up and jump down.
Every flight is temptation.
I hate where my mind's at.
Every object I see
Makes me wonder about another use.
How could it hurt me ?
How could it end me ?
I hate where my mind's at.
The thoughts keep coming back.
Temptation - 16/10/25
In the shadow of the new moon.
29.5 days until it repeats.
Two fortnights seem so long to wait,
I can't fathom making it to the next cycle.
More beautiful than Venus's glow,
More powerful than Jupiter,
You shine in the darkest of times.
It goes so much faster with you
Guiding me northwards.
Else I'd be lost and hopeless
With this covered sky.
Generic allegory - 17/10/25
It stopped.
I can rest for a few minutes
Before it comes again.
I fall asleep to the silence.
Only gentle voices are heard.
I dream so vividly.
This sleep makes no change.
Lucid while unconscious.
I wake up in cold sweat.
It's arrival was foretold.
Flood part 2 - 17/10/25
He forced words out of me.
To get me to say "I love you".
Never once I thought that
But I couldn't say anything else.
The threat was so potent
That I was paralized.
I fell asleep in his arms,
Telling myself I was safe.
He raped me in my sleep.
Struggle was always vain.
Abuse n°2 - 17/10/25
I rode my squeaky bicycle
In the dead of night,
Like a child running away from home.
He knew a spot in advance.
I followed him innocently.
I did everything he asked.
I got nothing out of it,
Not even a bit of self affirmation.
I remember every last detail.
Now it haunts me.
Abuse n°3 - 17/10/25
"Corrupted by the darkness
You fall into an endless sleep
And other paths that result
In failure and unacceptance."
You give your body away
In hope of recognition.
You give your morals away
In hope of closeness to others.
You tear your flesh appart
In hope of repentance.
You somewhat chose the endless sleep
But you might never get back up.
You won't get anything else either.
Every path seems to lead to your demise.
Uneven Compromise - 22/10/25
I smell of blood, rust and dampness.
I cut a hole through a sock
To cover up my arm.
I had to spray parfume on my wounds
To not get caught.
I lie with every senses.
The weight of the burden I carry,
Is way to much for me,
To deal with responsibly.
Scent - 22/10/25
Is it wickedness or weakness ?
Why do I still ask myself the question ?
Was there anything evil
Behing those ugly beady eyes,
Besides disappointment
From not living out his life ?
He turned it into a sex addiction,
Then came abuse without any self reflection.
Why do I treat their actions like simple mistakes,
When what they've done to me,
Everyday, puts my life at stake.
Abuse n°4 - 22/10/25
I'm the martyr of my own self.
Every stone thrown at me
Coming from my own hands.
Punishing myself constantly
For the sins of my abusers.
I'm fucked up,
Might be beyond saving.
My thoughts are tangled,
I can't make up my mind.
I probably deserve what I'm going through.
Abuse n°5 - 22/10/25
It's the times I forget myself
That I'm the happiest.
Lost in music.
Lost in art.
Lost in distractions.
Beyond the screen,
I'm no one at all.
I barely thought today.
Or maybe I was just lost in thoughts too.
I get rid of my flesh to feel.
Behind a screen.
I loose myself and I no longer cry.
