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Thornton #12

You could be hugged next!!
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Originally made by WereWolfaboo

For deerpupdel (Inst)

Not sure what compelled me to draw this suddenly but here’s a style guide to how I draw TLK style pawhands! Mostly just to show the shapes I envision when I draw them!

You are not welcome. Don't even try it.

Fellowship Flames ( acrylic marker 6x4")

stall graffiti that says 'suck a girl's dick and take her to taco bell'

Social media ≡ Burn Out

This is exactly why I feel so many Artists get burned out so quickly and so many younger Artists are having such a hard start getting into art or even sticking with it.

The need to constantly "perform" isn't conductive to a healthy mind/body let alone just a natural upkeep.

miss juni! hubba hubba

March’s illustation theme is Aphrodisiac! All tiers get to vote~

www.patreon.com/posts/150857...

Fruity fanatics 🍑 get the illustration in late March, 30+ days before public release!

Wow @buzzfeed.com really thinking deleting kyra’s posts is gonna go well. I hope whoever they’ve got running their social media googles “Streisand effect”

Also fuck genAI and fuck replacing creators/VAs with AI slop

Just in case this post gets deleted by big corp.

Finally finished this guy up while I try to sort out some art block! He's been on the back burner for a while, but I'm really thrilled with how he's turned out,,, He's all rigged up and ready to go for vrc! scottred.gumroad.com/l/scrapsalmon

Thumbs, a 3-panel comic: 1. A tiger sits up alone on his bed, looking at his phone. 2. “It was real nice seeing you again tonight. I haven’t stopped smiling.” The Tiger wrote. He then receives three responses that seem like gibberish. Someone struggling to convey their thought. Auto-correct clearly failing them. But the tiger can understand the message. “I like you, too.” 3. A wolf sits alone on his bed, looking at his phone. Struggling to hold the device in his two dog-paw hands. Without thumbs, he can only nap his screen to text as best as he can. For the first time, he feels understood. —— There once was a wolf, believe it or not,
With floppy grey ears and a snout like a blot.
But what made him so strange, if you count all his claws,
Instead of two hands, he was born with two paws

🐾Thumbs🐾

Happy BLOOD MOON 🌕 🩸

I’ve done so much art with blood moons. Mostly completely unintentionally. I didn’t realize how many I’ve done until I was looking for them.

I'm not sure if that's how you kiss...

#werewolfwednesday

Norwegian forest cat tail modeled in the forest

Norwegian forest cat tail modeled in the forest

💗I like big tails and I cannot lie💗

This is our Legacy Snow Leopard Tail in a Norwegian Forest Cat version! This one features a vintage stock (RIP Pacific Fabrics </3) 4" local find fur and soft airbrushing! I even made it extra wide so this is the biggest tail I've ever done!

Friends don't let friends use A1. 🫩

P.S. that image has been me for the past 3 months. 😵‍💫😭😂

I am a veteran.
I am sad and ashamed. Always have been since leaving the cult in 09.

There is a strange familiarity with death and violence that military personnel deal with on a daily basis which grants a sort of knowledge that most other professions do not gain. The most elemental thing that a Soldier knows, or is prepared to know, is that the spectre of Death is always nearby. Military culture works to turn every visit from Death into a celebration of the Warrior Spirit. The raw grief is tempered, if not completely drowned out, by a wash of heroic sentiment and patriotic feeling. No matter how gruesome the details, or how unrecognizable the contents of that flag-draped coffin, ceremony turns the details of Death into something beautiful and fine. But Death still takes its toll on you. Physically, mentally, emotionally, socially, spiritually... I'm exhausted. Who am I kidding? I was already exhausted.

My friends are dying. They are wanting to die. Trying to die. Because the world wants us to die. Because the world thinks we aren't worth the effort to save. Just take as much as they can, and throw us aside when they're done. I can't even count how many people have told me that they wouldn't even care if they never woke up. There's no celebration of heroism to be had here. No warrior spirit. Just quiet desperation. Just an endless, drudging sense of sheer hopelessness. I want to say to them, "the world is better with you in it. There is so much that is dark and bad here, you are one of the bright spots. Please, please don't die." And if I'm to be completely honest, "Please, don't leave me here alone. I can't lose you too." People keep asking if I'm considering my own death. They don't get it. They're completely missing the point. Death took my friends from me. Why would I give it more? But that spectre is right there, right behind me, just out of view. Whispering in my ear the most horrible thing I can imagine-- "I'm taking you last.”

As more of us start coming back in flag-draped coffins again, I'm thinking about something I wrote some years ago.

I'm so tired of all this death.

A thick Scottish terrier in a red football uniform shows off his gut and gold chastity cage.

Show off!

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Digital art of an anthro dragon in a futuristic setting, leaning on a holo-table and pointing at a spot on the projected map, looking disgruntled-ly at someone off-screen. He is wearing a grey jacket over a black body suit, his own body scaled in grey with a fringe of white hair running from his head down to over his tail.

Planning Session 🗺

[ #Art #FurryArt #Dragon #Scalie #SciFi ]

Sable, what's under there?!

...I have no idea who I am. Just ideas of characters I wish I was or want to play as.
I feel like the blank page you open to in your sketch book but draw a circle in and then abandon. 😑
Anyway, shit is weird with me right now.

...I still think the only thing I'm "good" at is art. But I'm not as good as I could be because I don't have the brain power to go deeper. (AuDHD) At least not any more. I've been unmasking for a few years now and it's so hard to exist.
I feel like I just keep playing characters...⬇️

I don't know what to do with my life anymore.
I once really wanted to be a professional artist. I got really close a few times.
Even thought about making a go of full time furry.
Nothing feels right anymore.
I was praised for art and that was the only thing anyone ever thought I was "good" at...⬇️

"Love is the greatest mystery."
No it fucking isn't. 😑 If communicating to your partner is a mystery, perhaps then you shouldn't have a partner? It's really not difficult. People are just selfish as fek.
Anyway, yeah not my fave.
Meh on story.