Walmarted Individual

As of tonight, licenses of trans people across Kansas are being invalidated en masse, enabling the overnight criminalization of an entire group of people for going about our lives. It’s often said you never know when you’re living through history, so let me assure you: that’s what’s happening now.

Idrisah: Well… In my opinion, you should… She glances back at Cheevwut. Idrisah: (ASL) Also quit. Especially after that shit with Mel. Talita: (ASL) Maybe… Not now, soon after you, Gillie, AND Cal. Management is angry, I think. Ohwitiil walks past the cubicle. Ohwitiil: IDRISAH! Keep packing, I’ve got someone who needs your desk tomorrow! Maybe this one will actually stick around! Talita and Idrisah exchange a look of knowing exhaustion.

Talita: I’ll stop distracting you. Idrisah: Seeya later… Talita waves goodbye to Idrisah and exits the recycling plant, looking absentmindedly at her tablet while walking through the personal exit into the Shikaviil Port dome. An odd echo to her footsteps makes her look up in confusion. She glances around, trying to parse the sound.

Walking past the edge of the sound wall, Talita sees the source of the noise. Far across the dome, near the apartments, a group of centaurs walk on the circular road. There appear to be five adults, four smaller and one larger, as well as four children half their height. All of them have half-lidded eyes and implacable expressions. The four smaller adults are dressed in loose belted leather overpants on their rear four legs, with fabric undershirts that are neatly tucked into their waistbands to leave their upper torsos bare. They wear decorative fabric collars and necklaces adorned with dangling beads, strings, tufts of feathers, and pleating. In their manes they have tucked ornamental combs made from metal, bone, feathers, and beads. Three of them appear to be light in color with thin dark stripes and dark irises, and one is darker with broad stripes and light irises. All have a bar piercing through the upper portion of their trunks, and the oldest of the lighter individuals has two bars. They speak amongst themselves. The four children wear identical dark capelets with tassels that appear to be furred tails. Three are light in color, one is darker. They look around with wider eyes, and one curls their trunk up. They stand close to the small adults, who put reassuring hands on them. The largest adult stands in front of the group, speaking to an enthusiastically smiling Mel and politely smiling Tod. They are finely dressed in a tasseled skirt that covers their lower body and overpants, with a collared cape featuring long hanging panels with embroidery and a tasseled scallop pattern, with a brooch of a carved animal's head at their throat. A chatelaine with a six-legged turtle-like creature hangs from their belt. They are white with black stripes and dark facial markings that extend to the tip of their trunk, which has two bar piercings. The right side of their face is an eyeless crater of scar tissue, with bone missing from the crown of their head to nearly their nostril, an injury that on a human would have been instantly fatal. The large centaur turns their single dark eye and makes eye contact across the distance with Talita, who stares back in dumbfounded horror.

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ive been putting all of mine into an ill-advised discord server with on my me in it. ive been trying to put it all into Obsidian lately but i also havent put anything in there in like a year + im not really good at organizing everything lol

fuck trends snaps knows hes always in style

digital illustration of my anthro deer/rabbit hybrid original character Birch (they/he/she) looking at the viewer head on with a casual smirk, wearing a black zip up jacket and collar. drawn and colored in a sharp abstract pop style on top of a bright neon yellow and cyan background (HAL🎨)

fuckin hardcore man

#art #furry #furryart #ocs #originalcharacter

Stick

yeah the level of art theft that happens regarding this drawing is just immeasurable. I have no way to really fight back about it either. Absolutely mortifying to me that people stole and made sweatshops print out MY art like this.

my snaps

Lower Holocene

Psycho patrol r fan art

any big youtubers using my art on their thumbnails should be paying me $20 bucks I think.

these have all been tweaked finally!! and theyre being auctioned off on toyhouse currently
toyhou.se/snaps/charac... (my profile is login-only if you cannot see these)

extremely crusty photo of Apollo the African Grey parrot (center) and his owners, Dalton (Left) and Tori (Right)

it went like, I was with my grandma at a gas station and dalton and tori were there with apollo and they just asked me to petsit for them. so i was like, OK i can do that. so then i was at my grandma's house, with apollo, trying to distract him from eating pills by offering him pistachios

had a dream last night where i had to take care of apollo the parrot while at my grandma's house and i had to keep him from eating benadryl and adderall pills that were scattered on the floor

Sitting Spot //clip studio

#sketch #landscape

Real

god i need to relearn blender for the 4th time or so I NEED to make COOL STUFF again

#lupe #alienwerewolfgirl

i havent revealed this character yet but look at these textures i did today. or else
#revenant

redid some of her renders with the finished model
#chabindra #apronstrings

rerendered this with color grading closer to how I want the game to look, still not sure about the lighting
#chabindra #apronstrings

Stone Baby // acrylic 20 x 15

#rest #traditionalart

need to install uBlock Origin to my brain stem

i'm going to be the first person to say "lowkirkinuinely" on this website

dblue glitch default settings >:(

ancient aztec sacrifice wehre theyre pulling the guys heart out (how i feel rn)

attempt 3 of not crashing ableton