DOG of BLUD

A piece from a couple of years ago. Bastian is very much afraid of his much larger sister Hilda, who is affectionaly known as the Horror of the North 🐺

🩷 🐍 Pink Glowing Cobra Love by Rafael Glass

🌟 RafaelGlassArt.Etsy.com

#glass #glassart #uranium #snake #cobra

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Collecting the next batch of Pixel's meds today. She is doing better, fingers crossed it stays that way!

I still have full availability for commissions. If you want digital, reach out, I'll try to accommodate!
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a collection of little goblin illustrations

it was goblin week, so a set of my daily little doodles are themed appropriately

✦ #art

digital ink illustration in warm greyscale with lots of fine line work. two hands each coming from opposite corners, one palm down and one palm up, one's middle finger lightly touching the other's index finger. the entire canvas, including most of the visible arms, are covered in tangled, gnarled roots. veiny, branching masses spread just under the skin of the forearms.

Digital greyscale ink drawing that uses lots of fine lines and hatching. A portrait of a zombie horse from the neck up. Its decayed, mostly skeletal mouth is open and its ear is perked up. Its neck is torn open, revealing bands of muscle underneath. Its dark mane flows in movement.

Digital illustration in flat, muted, cool earthy tones, title at bottom: The Blighted Conjurer. A six-limbed being comprised of gnarled, twisted vines and roots has a horse skull head. The vines/roots are attached to its arms as if the arms are growing from them. It is in a forested body of water with its head leaning out and over. Black viscous fluid flows from the cavity in its nose down into a mass on top of the water. The piece is not shaded, using intricate line work and flat colors to show depth.

digital color illustration, colored in only blues. a portrait of Ranni the Witch from Elden Ring, as seen from slightly below her. She is a pale-skinned woman with long, flowing dark hair. Her four hands are held in front of her gesturing. A spectral light blue half face overlaid on her right side. She is wearing robes and a furred cloak, as well as a very wide-brimmed witch hat with the design of a bed of roots overlaid in the underside of the brim.

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Recent character reference sheet commission 🧡💛🖤

A tiger-shark :D

Avatar / Navi Commission for toniweirdoo on insta 🩵🖤

Which color do you prefer - teal or blue?

Cover art for "Four Colour Process" by Angela Quinton. A solid black background. The title and author credit are rendered in sans-serif text in the center-left of the top third. The title is in cyan, and the author name in yellow. In the middle of the lower third is a simplified isometric drawing of a picnic table in white, splattered with cyan liquid that drips off the table onto the ground.

Interior title page. Bisected diagnally into a black top and white bottom. The black top features a yellow crescent moon and a print registration mark. The white lower section repeats the title and author credit, and has this text: Adult readers only. Content warnings: f/?, biting, claws, blood, cunnilingus, teratophilia. The design of the page has been artificially modified to reflect mis-registered CMYK separations, with ghostly magenta and yellow duplicates slightly out of alignment.

Page 6: Its back was to me, hunched over something dark and glistening at one of the picnic tables. It straightened and turned faster than anything that size could move. I recoiled, stumbled, and dropped my phone. One flashbulb instant froze in my mind before the light hit the dirt and went dark. Now, after all these months, I know every angle and curve of it. The easy line from stomach to hip. The riverine pattern of fur at the nape of its neck. The delicate hollows beneath its nails. But the most enduring image is that first glimpse. The angles of its arms, which were splayed in a human pose that telegraphed the surprised defensiveness of an insane person shielding their deranged totems. The mass on the table was a deer, magenta and white in the glare, throat bent at a sharp angle, insides strewn across the slats. Crouched though the creature was, it still towered a foot over me. Long arms and long legs and a lean, coiled torso. The harsh light turned its face and chest purple. A visage like a misregistered overprint. Human physiology pushing through lupine features like paper grain under cheap ink. Its eyes, glinting like black diamonds above its smeared muzzle, pupils like backlit amber. I now know every inch of its body a dozen times over, but not whose eyes those are. Darkness. I opened my mouth to scream, clinging to the idiotic hope that it really was a bear, that making noise could save me, but its growl hit me first, less than a yard away. The sound coursed through me like an earthquake’s first tremor, tilting the ground and cracking reality’s facade. That the earth could move beneath one’s feet, that such a creature existed, that an animal’s utterance could evoke terror and exultation simultaneously. Such things should be impossible.

Page 7: I wax poetic now, but in that moment I was certain I’d join the mutilated deer. Goodbye, David, I thought. Gonna go see Mom and Dad now. I hope Reddit doesn’t post the photos of whatever happens next. But what happened next was another sound. A deep inhalation, directly above my left shoulder. Now I was petrified. I swallowed a scream. I felt its body radiating heat, smelled blood and fur, felt its breath splashing against my cheek. Its scent was animal, pungent and wild, but beneath it was something familiar. Warmth, clean sweat. The faint trace of humanity that is detectable when you’re close to another person. Sensory incongruity overwhelmed me. I tried to turn my head but could only blink. My vision had adjusted to the moonlight, but the creature’s form was occluding the night sky. Rich CMYK black against dull RGB black. A void within a void. I searched for its eyes, but then a gentle brush of contact touched my cheek, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Better to be in the dark entirely than to see the teeth behind those bloody lips. The contact slid across my cheek – scratchy, damp, accompanied by a tang of copper, and another rustling inhalation against my ear. It was breathing my scent. Meal or plaything? How could it smell anything over the blood scent hanging thick in the air? I withstood it for three eternal seconds before its nose’s sudden cold contact against my ear made me flinch. My body’s primal drive to protect itself finally unlocked my muscles. I raised my hand to push its head away, only to find its arm. I felt wiry fur, hair-like but thicker. Beneath that, human bone structure. Pliable muscle, the twin beams of ulna and radius. I had its strange forearm in a death grip. Did it raise its hand to block mine or to peel my face from my skull? I tightened my grasp, but rather than retaliate, it withdrew its muzzle from my ear. Lost in the dark, my remaining senses bloomed. I could feel the sliding twitch of tendons in its arm as it moved...

My monsterfucker story "Four Colour Process" is available for purchase! It features a cis woman and a werewolf of no specified gender, and contains darkness, fur, claws, biting, and the celebration of taboos and transgression.

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#nsfw #werewolf #teratophilia

(IMAGE: A drawing by a 5-year-old detained at the Dilley Immigration Processing Center in Texas with her mother Hayam El-Gamal. “I am 5 years old” is written at the top of the page. Lower down, next to stick figures, are the words “let us go.” You don't have to know your Bible to hear echoes of oppressions throughout history, or to know what side the oppressor is. But those other echoes sure do resonate, too.)

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ICE has booked at least 3,800 children +

(Drawing by a 5-year-old detained in Texas with her mother. “I am 5 years old” is written at the top. Lower down, next to stick figures, are the words “let us go.” You don't have to know your Bible to hear myriad echoes here, but phew, those too.)

Slay the Princess isn't the only game that's crossed a major sales threshold over the past month!

Thrilled to also share that Scarlet Hollow has passed 100,00 units sold, just in time for Episode 5's release on the 13th!

Greetings and happy BHM!

I am Frost. I am a mixed media artist and cosplayer. I do various mediums from fiber arts to Glass Blowing.

I also do fabrication and teach some fundamentals of 3D printing and post processing as a profession.

Little Mermaid & The Pirate Queen #1-2 - Sapphic Adventure

The Pirate Queen is revealed to be the SEA WITCH'S DAUGHTER! Can she and Aria survive Sirens, Sailors, and Sea Monsters? SWEET & SPICY!

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Panel 1 - Angelo, a stocky human trans male with a curly mohawk, a paw print tattoo on upper arm and wearing only boxer briefs is kneeing on the ground. His face shows a bit of discomfort as his body appears to be shaking a bit.

Panel 2 - His torso lengthens as his legs decrease in length. A tail bursts out from his underwear. His nose extend into a snout while canine teeth and incisors grew out. His hands and feet shifted into paws as his ears grew upwards becoming floppy at the tip.

Panel 3 - He does a big upward stretch on all fours as the last of spinal bones finish cracking in place while his ripped underwear still hangs on. Angelo has now fully transformed into a feral Pitador dog with a pawprint tattoo still on his arm and his curly mohawk still on the top of his head.

"Gotta go full doggy!" (2025)

#furryart #transformation #transfur

A bottomless chasm, miles wide, takes up more than two thirds of the image. The distant horizon harbors a silent city. The sky a dark blue, it is moments before dawn. We stand on the precipice, observing a single lit candle, burning a green flame. A humble prayer to the Buried God.

Offering to the Buried God

“There is no conceivable degree of institutional incompetence sufficient to explain the scale, consistency, and persistence of the failures that occurred —particularly where the sole task ordered by the Court and repeatedly emphasized by DOJ was simple: redact known victim names before publication,”

For context, organizers in Springfield have asked for support via donations and that no one travel there even to act as observers, and that anyone who lives/works in town should attend a training on how to protect neighbors and interact with ICE.

See the post about DIFA if you're in Dayton.

There's a reason I never ID as 'Irish American.' The only thing 'Irish' that's left are the genes. Everything else is gone. We had that shit beaten, bribed and coerced out of us a long time ago, and the worst of us just keep fucking falling for it.

yeah very deliberately made a lot of them foremen first, cops later. Go figure, *now* some of the most hardcore fascists we've got have Irish surnames.

I'm sure licking that fetid asshole hard enough will spare them from being racialized again tho :) right? like for real this time.

- If you don’t enjoy actually making the comic and are more interested in people’s reaction to your comic, this isn’t the path for you
- You’re psyching yourself out with all those character sheets and OC drawings. Just draw the comic
- Don’t worry about what’s marketable. Draw what interests you

yeah even milquetoast end-stage Windows 10 updates I expect to be heavily vibecoded as time goes on/brain drain to be so exponential that ppl may as well be vibecoding everything. IDK that anything *but* open source is gonna weather the dumbing down big tech is currently experiencing.

These are so stinkin cute

A set of 3 telegram sticker sets featuring a female anthro 3 tailed kitsune who is gray and white. Her tails are each a darker shade of gray than the last. She is wearing glasses, jeans, and a baby blue shirt. She has white long hair. The moods shown is her folding her arms and shaking her head saying No, holding her face and wagging her three tails, and nodding “yes” while clasping her hands

Just finished this Telegram sticker set for Anya Silverfur! 🦊🩶

libs gotta lib

Good. I hope she succeeds. South Africa knows what apartheid oppression looks like, and we mean it when we say "never again." That means for anyone, ever. McKenzie ought to be ashamed.

got a fancy pigment-based printer for making higher quality stickers (and prints) with. celebrated by spending most of the weekend printing and cutting new designs. gonna try and get them up on the store next weekend

brother herbert with a large courgette

Shrewcchini

(To a straight couple) So which of you is the adoring Don Lemon and which is his lantern-jawed resolute husband

gharial monk. he's agitated about something.

Brother Gregor is concerned

The only good news about all of this shit is that if you, like me, had begun to feel like everything was bad because people were just bad on the whole, we now know it's not that. A few deeply evil people with too much money used their influence to poison the fuckin water. That's why everything sucks