Bird-Mounted Dragon Warrior

A handsome raccoon standing at the doorway, bashful in good old-fashioned tighty whities.

#NationalUnderwearDay

🎨: @fabshutup.bsky.social

No cheating post your lock screen

Let's see how it goes ✨
I'll pick the ones I like the most :D
#Furryart

✨Exclusive June’s PRIDE YCH!!✨
Available and open for everyone. Only for this month!
Don’t miss out on securing a slot uwu.

For more info, look in the comments!
For claiming a slot, contact me or comment on this post! #Furryart #Pride

one last one for the road :3
one last artwork for my friend @chocolancer.bsky.social
#furry #furryart

The dog takes not because he wants it, but because he can 😉

Was talking to an oomf about wanting to eat your birds alive so bad.

I wasted a whole Sunday binging Tonari no Youkai-san because of your Jiro 💀💀💀

BWAHAHAHAHA

Let's gooooo!

I never expected Robo with my furry art but as someone who collects the trades this made my day.

I love him sm~

Read the full fanfic here! archiveofourown.org/works/43069509

In a movie poster layout, a mangy-eared raccoon in a trenchcoat looms with his back facing the viewer, a set of bloodied claws peeking out of his right shoulder. In the foreground, John Blacksad stands vigilant as he grips a shotgun, Weekly looks out warily next to him, and Smirnov looks down on his pistol, pondering grimly as his cigarette smoulders upwards to a creepy visage of a golden-eyed figure (another raccoon?) Below them all, a nicely-dressed terrier dog with a bowtie on the left smiles, a four-leaf clover affixed prominently on his lapel, while another terrier dog beside him bitter gnashes his teeth, eyes scowling outward, his coat lapel containing a three-leaf clover.

"Would you call yourself a man of faith, Mr. Blacksad?"

"Me? Not particularly. In this line of work, you learn not to lean too much on things like that."

"...When you're out of options, it's only natural to turn to a god for answers."

🎨: @hyacinth1971.bsky.social

#furryart #furry #blacksad

if I zone out when we're talking, this is why

In an abandoned industrial ruin, a bloodied anthropomorphic raccoon clutches an outstretched hand wearing a fingerless glove with an apparatus on its palm as it discharges a strong blast of lightning. Next to him, a dark squirrel is on his knees, clutching his bloodied torso and trying to stay conscious, using his other hand to brace himself upright with his sword.

"You who defile nature... Return whence you came!"

#furryart 🎨: @srfennec.bsky.social

"You? Cursed? C'mon, kid. You don't really mean that."

"Uh-huh. I watched my own father burn to a crisp right in front of me. Now, I've got no one left..."

"Not even aunts? Uncles?"

"...even God's turned His back on me, 'cause... I c-couldn't control myself..."

#furryart🎨: @fabshutup.bsky.social

#furryart

♥️♥️♥️🎨: @fabshutup.bsky.social

An anthro raccoon dressed in a white shirt, khakis fastened in suspenders, and donning brown shoes, sits on a fence in a meadow, his green striped tie fluttering in the breeze as he stares forlorn, reminiscing about an old childhood friend as his apparition sits on the same fence, facing the opposite direction, his hand atop of his. In the distance, a simple white church sits near a grove of trees.

"I remembered feeling funny, when I used to play with Franz while his folks came over to trade. I'd tell him lots of things, and he'd just... listen. I don't know how much of it he got because he was Amish, but without fail, his face was always full of warmth.

I wondered if he felt the same way."

SUMMER IS DEAD PUMPKIN SPICE FOREVER 🎃

After a long gap filled with demotivation, I finally managed to finish another project. Reconceptualization of the first drawing of Lexington I did, but with a lot more elements that I wanted to experiment with.

Hello world! Introductions are in order...

Got problems that require technological solutions? Arthur is here to help.