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wikagirl · 11 months

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I did a big think while working on my projects today and I think the main reason for why I never got into the furry community even tho I love the concept of talking anthro animals is the artstyle. Like that classic kind of sterotypical artstyle that everyone associates when you say the words "furry art". You know the one. Yes. That one.

It just looks so uncanny and somewhat distrubing to me and I can't quite explain why?? Like it legit confuses me why my brain has such a reaction to it considering that most other people find it cute, but I guess that also explains why I never really liked the lion king or most other movies/tv shows that feature anthro animals with artstyles that lean into that direction? I look at it and it causes the same reaction within me that I also have to gore in movies.

Funnily enough I don't have that issue with furrsuits irl. I actually find them mad crazy (in a positive way), like the work that goes into engineering them in the first place, the upkeep, the work that goes into the character, the dedication to suffering inside of one of these things in poorly ventilated convention halls.

It's just the 2d that irks me somehow since i also don't seem to have the issue with 3d models in the artstyle and I honestly have no idea where it's coming from. I've just always preferred the slighty more...realistic (??) looking anthro creatures facial feature wise like the Lupins in ffxiv or the Khajiit from the elderscrolls.

Probably also doesn't help that when ever I try to draw anthro characters they always end up looking something like this

This is a species for a homebrew tabletop that I DMed for a bunch of friends. This is what furry characters look like when I make an attempt at drawing them. The way I draw anthro characters is super duper mega heavily inspired by the brautiful art dolls and room guardians by Anya Boz who is the creator of that really confused looking white persian cat meme thing which I am not going to post here because they made a post on insta a few years back about how they don't really like it being used as a meme. I've been following them for literal years (since I was 12!) and referenced their art a lot when drawing anthro characters because I just love love love the atherial mythical vibe they somehow manage to give to everything.

Oh yeah just be sure that absolutely noone mis interptest this:

THIS IS NOT ABOUT MEMBERS OF THE FURRY COMMUNITY BUT SOLELY ABOUT THE STEREOTYPICALLY ASSOCIATED ARTSTYLE AND MY HONESTLY NOT REALLY SENSE MAKING FEELINGS TOWARDS IT! MOST OF THE FURRIES I'VE INTERACTED WITH WERE REALLY NICE WITH ONE OR TWO EXCEPTIONS BUT EVERY COMMUNITY HAS A BUNCH OF BAD EGGS AND THOSE SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN AS REPRESENTATIVE OF THE OVER ALL COMMUNITY AS A WHOLE!

#when I've reached a point of financial stability and they have their comissions open I will definetly get one of their room guardians

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thebmatt · 3 years

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FFXIV Write 2021 Prompt #20: Petrichor

Petrichor – a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

The seaside cave well shimmered, and a woman fell out.

She groaned in pain, clutching her head. She tried opening her eyes and almost immediately pressed them shut again, recoiling from what was not a particularly bright sunlight, but seemed blinding to her.

“What….what the hells was that…by the Titans why is it so loud??” she muttered, to no one in particular. The tide wasn’t particularly high, but the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shoreline provided a constant background noise.

She stumbled towards the entrance. It led to a rocky shoreline. She still wasn’t quite ready to open her eyes, but the pain her feet felt as she stepped on rocks to get to the path that led away from the cave opening led her know that somewhere her boots that she vaguely remembered wearing were apparently gone.

Finally, after what seemed like entirely too many steps, she felt grass under her feet instead of sand and rock. She fell to her knees, clutching her forehead. Her mind was swirling with concepts and ideas she knew she’d never known before but somehow felt like second nature to her, as though she’d spent years working with them. What was happening to her?

Her lips felt dry, and she wet them with her tongue. Wait, lips? Since when did she have lips? Ugh, had she just covered them in ichor? Wait…no her tongue tasted salt…salt on the air. But she’d been near oceans any number of times in the past decade or so, she’d never remembered tasting that since…her change. Everything had been cold and numb and lifeless, and she’d grown accustomed to it. Now she felt warm. Wait, no, she felt like she was burning, just a little. Was she on fire?

She forced her eyes open. No….that was just the sunlight beating down on her skin. Her arms and hands, they have living, feeling skin.

She looks at them in terror, breathing rapidly rising. The light is too bright again, and she shuts her eyes again. The sensations, there’s too many of them, too much all at once, she can’t-

“Madam, are you all right?”

It’s a voice, another woman’s. She focuses on it. She sounds genuinely concerned. She opens her eyes, trying to focus them on the direction the voice came from, and slowly but surely they focus on a woman in a black dress (robes?) trimmed in gray feathers or fur. She has brilliant silver eyes that almost perfectly match her hair and….wait, are those cat ears on her head?

She opened her mouth. A weak voice that she doesn’t immediately recognize emerged. “Please. I…I don’t know what’s happened to me.

The cat-eared woman reached into the pack she was carrying, pulling out what looks to be a light colored blanket the color of grass and trees. She wraps it around her. It feels soft and worn. As she takes the blanket and draws it in close, she realizes that same softness is all around her, and that she must have been naked. “Th…thank youi”

“Of course.” replied the other woman. “My name is Y’shtola. Can you tell me what befell you?”

Her voice is soothing, and the woman felt like she could be trusted. “Um…well, the last I remember, I was deep in the jungles of Stranglethorn, places that no civilization had touched in centuries, and I came across a cave. I was looking for…someone, and I tracked them to a cave. It was…deep. I have no idea how it got there, it certainly didn’t seem like a natural formation. A-anyway, I made it to the back and I sensed a strange magic, obscured in one of the walls. I placed a hand near it, to try and get some kind of a sense of what it might be….and it yanked me into the wall…through the wall, really. Then I saw…strange sights I can’t make sense of. I must have blacked out, because I woke up in another cave back over there.” She raised a single arm back in the direction of where she came. “And now….everything is so bright and loud and my thoughts aren’t making any sense, and everything feels…just feels weird. Wait…”

She opened her eyes again, looking at her arms. Smooth, slightly pale but still healthy skin covered them. Her eyes went wide, she immediately picked up the blanket wrapped around her front and looked underneath it. That same skin covered her entire body. There was no sign of decay or open wounds that had to be stitched shut. She looked fit and healthy (and had some gorgeous curves, she noted with a blush) “No…this can’t be….how….I’m ALIVE??”

Everything gets loud in her ears again, and only now does she realize it’s not the ocean, that is her breathing. Rapid and shallow and growing in intensity. She’s panicking.

Y’shtola is in front of her again. “Breathe deeply, my dear. In, and hold for a bit, that’s it. Now out, slowly. Good. A few more times, if you please.”

She complies with her instructions, and soon, she feels calmer. “I…I haven’t needed to do that in so long. Was it always that loud?”

Y’shtola smiles. “I suspect you’ll get used to it soon enough, if what I am guessing about you is at all accurate.”

The woman looks at her, fear in her eyes. Or maybe it’s hope. “Do…do you know what’s happened to me?”

“I have a hypothesis. But to confirm, I’ll need to ask you some things, if you’re up for that.”

“Please.”

Y’shtola nods and helps her sit, wrapping the blanket around her to both sit on and protect her modesty. before sitting next to her. She looks her up and down, a hand on her cheek. “First of all, would I be accurate in stating that you were a walking sentient corpse before you came through? A…what was the term…undead?”

The woman nods.

“Your people called themselves “the Forsaken”, right? Because though you’d regained free will, you believed the rest of the world would shun you for your state?”

“Yes. But I’ve never seen anyone with….forgive me if this is offensive, but ears like yours. So how do you know all of this? Where exactly am I?

Y’shtola smiled at her. “It is not. And there is a reason you haven’t. This may be hard for you to understand, but…you are no longer on your world. This world is known as Hydaelyn, though it has other descriptors as well. There is much about the Rift we do not understand, but for the one other instance of this that I have an example of, the person who came through had their own form altered as well. You…you may not look as you remember.”

Y’shtola looks above her eyes, to the…top of her head? The woman’s right arm reaches out to touch it. Her hair is soft, and she brings it to the front of her eyes. It’s graying, even has some blue in the highlights, but it’s a healthy color. It feels strong, not the putrid pile of straw she’d had for too many tears. Her arm keeps raising and she finds…something soft growing off the top of her head. Her other arm shoots up and finds a similar one on the same side. “What on….are those….are those RABBIT EARS?” Her arms shoot to the side of her head. Nothing, just more smooth skin.

She stood, quickly looking around. There was a stream, not far from where they were sitting that fed into the ocean, and she bolted for it. Once she made it there, she leaned over. The water’s reflection wasn’t perfect, but she was able to make out enough details. “Oh, Light…” She began tearing up, placing her hand over the lower half of her face before she quickly dropped it again.

Y’shtola came up behind her, draping the blanket over her again. “Apologies if this is unwanted, we are alone out here, but I did not wish for a stranger to behold your nude form if you did not want that.”

She sniffed, wiping a tear from her face. “No, I wouldn’t. Thank you. I’m sorry for running like that, I just…”

“I know this is all a shock, and to look so different must be-“

“No, you don’t understand.” the woman interrupted, emotion thick in her voice. “Ears aside…that face…is mine. It’s what I looked like so many years ago, before I died. Hells it’s even before the decades long passage of time of being human. I…I never thought I’d see this face again.” She sniffed.

Y’shtola looked a bit startled. “Ah…well I’m very happy for you. And the, ah, ears? I assume you didn’t have anything like them previously.”

She chuckled. “No, I didn’t. But honestly, they’re kind of cute. Is this something unique to this world? I saw…I saw your tail when I got up. Do people in this world have animal features? Wait, is that insensitive? I’m so sorry if it is.”

Y’shtola laughed. “No, not everyone. My people are called Miqo’te. We do have features that are also shared with feline creatures. Your….what you have become are known as Viera. They have rabbit-like ears.

“Miqo’te and Viera. Well, at least this world calls its peoples prettier names than where I came from. So, um, you mentioned another person came through this portal before me?”

“Ah, yes. I wasn’t here when this happened, you see. He only told me the story recently, within the past couple of days, actually. That’s why I was out here, I wanted to investigate this portal and see what I might learn of it, and maybe ward it so that no one discovered it from our side. His story was remarkably similar to yours, actually. He stumbled into it and fell through, emerging here in a body returned to life in prime health. Before that he was undead, himself, though he became a hyur instead of a viera. Hyurs, from what he said, are physically similar to a species called “humans” from your world. Azeroth, I believe that was the name, yes. Is that what you were before you…died?”

The woman grabbed Y’shtola’s shoulders. “The person who came through, he was a male Forsaken? How long ago? Do you know where he is?”

Y’shtola’s shock gave way to suspicion. “I know where he can be found, yes. But you said you were tracking someone. Do you mean him harm? Because he is a dear friend of mine, and I’ll not bring you to him if you do.”

She shook her head. “No…the person I was tracking is…he’s extremely important to me. Someone I thought I had lost, that might have been dead. But I uncovered evidence that he’d been seen to the south, and so I…”

Y’shtola cursed her lack of natural sight, because she suddenly had a feeling she knew who this woman was. Though she could sense the hope and trepidation this woman’s aether, she couldn’t behold simple physical details, and a glimpse of her own eyes would confirm it. But instead, she had to ask.

“My lady…what is your name?”

Startled, the woman blinks. “It’s…Gwenefyr. Gwenefyr Franks. The man I’m looking for is named Aleister Franks. He’s my…my husband. Is….is he the man you’re referring to.?”

Y’shtola inhaled sharply. “By the Twelve, it’s really you. He….yes, Gwenefyr Franks, he is. He…he thinks you’re dead!

Gwenefyr Franks laughed with joy. “I thought he was for the longest time! But he’s here! What has be been doing? Will you take me to him, please, Y’shtola?”

“Of course! Please come with me! I’ll….there’s a lot to cover of what he’s been up to. Even I don’t know the full tale, but…I’m part of an order that’s dedicated to saving this world, we use the term “star”, by the way, from forces that would see it annihilated. It’s called the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Aleister…he’s a member as well. I’ll take you to our headquarters, our home, and if he’s not there, our administrator will know how to get in contact with him. I will see you two reunited by any-“

Thunder rumbled overhead. Clouds had gathered above the two, unnoticed as they spoke. Rain began pouring down.

“Well, we’d best get moving. This will slow us down some, but it shouldn’t take long to reach the nearest settlement, and from there we can-” Y’shtola realized that Gwenefyr hadn’t moved. “Gwenefyr? Are you all right?”

She had closed her eyes and was inhaling through her nose deeply

“Gwenefyr? Is aught amiss?”

“No…I just…I really loved the smell of the earth just when it starts to rain. It always makes me think of renewal and growth. And that feels kind of fitting right now.”

Gwenefyr smiled and tried to dance in the rain, but quickly stopped when she realized that such an action was proving difficult when keeping the blanket covering her naked form.

“You, uh, you think we can find some clothing along the way, Y’shtola?”

Y’shtola smirked at her. “Don’t want to greet your husband in the altogether?”

“Not in front of anyone else!”

“Sensible, given the motley crew that makes up the Scions. Yes, I suspect we can find you some clothing along the way. I’ll even cover the cost for you, since I doubt you’re hiding money anywhere on you.”

Gwenefyr laughed. “Well, I’ll pay you back…somehow. “

“I accept payments in embarrassing tales about Aleister!”

“You have yourself a deal!”

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV 2021 Writing Challenge #oldmanfranks #Old Lady Franks #Aleister Franks #Gwenefyr Franks #Y'shtola Rhul #Oh this reunion is gonna be so sweet

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sfusummerfestival · 6 years

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Artist Spotlight: Kumiya

🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨Hey there everyone, for today's spotlight, we interview Kumiya!

🎨 Introduce yourselves!

Mitz: My name is Mitz! I’m a 25 year old college student living in Vancouver. My favourite series at the moment are Voltron, Fire Emblem, and Persona. I like using watercolours and drawing people on the bus. Kumako-dono: Hi, I go by Kumako-dono. I work full-time at a gaming company as a QA tester/dev support. I'm currently in the middle of trying to finish Persona 5 and I play FFXIV on the side apart from watching anime! I like to do a lot of traditional art, but I have been exploring a lot more with digital.

🎨 How would you describe your unique art styles? Mitz: I would say that my art style is charming and expressive. I always strive to have a story behind the fanart I produce and try to compliment that with bright and vibrant colours.

Kumako-dono: My art style currently uses pastel/bright colours and light delicate lines. It’s fun to try out different art supplies and textures to bring out neat effects to a piece as well.

🎨 Do you have any inspirations as artists?

Mitz: Yes! I have a lot of different inspirations. I grew up reading a lot of CLAMP manga in highschool, and they really inspired me in terms of story writing and page layouts for comics. I also love Shirow Miwa for his linework, Honyalala for her clean and intricate compositions, and Sachin Teng for her fluid illustrations.

Kumako-dono: I get really inspired by concept artists and the artists I follow on social media. There’s definitely things I’ve found from growing up reading and watching a variety of manga and anime, but seeing people around me put their ideas to life is something that really speaks to me. I’ve got to work hard too!

🎨 What are your goals as artists and how are you hoping to grow?

Mitz: As an artist, I want to publish a comic I’ve been working on with my partner called Crucible Romance and also get more comfortable using watercolour and ink. I spent a lot of time over the past years fleshing out the stories and characters for Crucible Romance and I would like to be brave and prolific enough to start putting out pages. I used to think that everything had to be perfect before I published anything, but I think a part of growing as an artist is just getting your work out there.

Kumako-dono: My goal right now is to simply draw a lot and find my own art style. At the moment, I like drawing a lot of cute pieces, but I would like to eventually get to a point where I can draw more cool detailed art.

🎨 In addition to fan art, both of you create a lot of OC pieces as well. Do you have any favourites?

Mitz: Favourite OCs? Whenever I get art block I draw my characters from Crucible Romance. My absolute favourite one is one called Jenny, because she’s a leather-jacket-wearing wlw gang leader with an undercut.

Kumako-dono: I don’t have many OCs, but I have the most fun drawing characters with traits I love deriving from the manga/anime I’ve read or watched. Bosozoku characters are one of my favourites to draw!

🎨 Do you have a Facebook page, Twitter handle, or Instagram we can tag you with?

Mitz: You can find me on Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr as @mitzoco! Kumako-dono: I'm trying to be more active on social media, but you can find me on instagram: @kumako.dono

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