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This is Kennetheodoredward IIX, an orphan Kenku who grew up on the streets, learning to fight for his friends and his shinies. But at heart he’s an entertainer, he can often be found in the town square telling tall tales to tots. He loves to spend an evening listening to the old wives tales of old wives, always ready to lend an ear, he’s an excellent listener, better perhaps than you’d like to know. But he’s also always ready to swashbuckle a swashbuckler to protect those old wives! He’s quick in a fight and good with a knife! He’s Kenny!
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I’ve been working on drawing my Fursona (they’re both my fursona) as a pair of medieval/renaissance fantasy adventurers. Rose is the daughter of some obscure Marquis in the royal peerage of a large and powerful country, she was trained in fencing since showing an interest in childhood, and fences with her older brothers.
Oscar is “technically” a royal guard in the way that Rose is “technically” of royal blood, he’s one of the best archers in the village overseen by Rose’s family, so he’s on the “palace” guard, its just a mansion in the hills, there’s no wall or moat or anything.
Rose falls in love with him, and they decide to run away together, but the note she leaves isn’t found, and search parties are sent out looking for her, a bounty is put on Oscar’s head, her parents believing he kidnapped her.
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Someone tagged this on my post with this jumpsuit and bro, same, so much, that’s exactly why I draw this stuff, and why I made this dress up doll of my fursona Rose
#hazardcore#furry#anthro#anthro opossum#fashion#fashion design#if i knew how to make clothes i would be unstoppable
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I did it I drew a thing I made myself do it
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My new super streamlined hydroplane in Trailmakers, using the new gyrostabilizers for roll, meaning I can eliminate the outriggers and reduce drag
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Intrusive thought of the day: Phil Collins is the Bill Murray of music
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Demeter Castile, Cuban Blue cat
Her mother was a Cuban spy who had a relationship with Isaac, and was assassinated to kill her secrets. Isaac adopted her daughter, Demeter, something he rarely does, as he detests children and is becoming increasingly sensitive to growing attached to mortals and becoming distraught when they inevitably die.
But Demeter was a very bright, absorbent kitten, she got along well with Isaac, loved to learn and ask questions, and Isaac loves to explain things. She went to a private boarding school in Upstate New York, but on her vacations she would go on adventures with Isaac, increasing in intensity over the years.
With her father’s influence, by the age of 20 Demeter is a vocal socialist and climate change activist, and in her 30’s, in the 2010’s, as climate disasters continue to worsen and governments around the world fail to address them, Demeter begins assassinating oil and coal billionaires.
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Isaac’s load out in the Post Apocalypse, circa 2300 in the Gregorian Calendar:
A light Manchu bow, around 80lb, and heavy shafted braid head arrows
A 6-7 foot winged spear, with counterweight
A trench shovel, 1.5 foot handle and half sharpened spade for chopping
And an O’ Tanto fighting knife
In the late 2100’s, the world runs out of fossil fuels, both coal and oil, and due to underinvestment in alternatives, and the catastrophic effects of climate change, global trade, communication, and shipping shut down. Over the course of several decades, the global population goes from almost 10 billion to just over 4 billion, due mostly to starvation as famines, floods, typhoons, and fires devastate crop yields and there’s no international support to be had.
No modern government survives the collapse, most people live in small villages of a thousand or so people, subsistence farming in the places where the climate still allows it, mostly in the northern and southern latitudes, with the the tropics being awash with typhoons and hurricanes year round. In some areas, warlords have arisen to charge protection from several villages in the form of surplus produce, other towns hand together more democratically to protect themselves from such warlords and other roving bands.
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So I’ve given them all… some color. However since I chose animals that are native to the deserts of the southwest, and I stuck to realistic color palettes and patterns, they’re very… monochromatic. In fact I used the same palette for all of them.
I think I’ll make Edith greyer, the coyote and kangaroo rat more golden brown, and the jackrabbit… I’m not sure. He needs work but I like his lil mustache and beard he’s developed, again, based on realism actually.
Ok I’ve got sketches of all four of them now, and I’m getting a better idea of their characters.
The puma already has a name, Edith, and she’s the leader of the household, she makes by far the most income, doing something related to programming and investment that she keeps vague. She pays for their penthouse at the top of a large skyscraper, with some radical interior design that I’ll get into later. Activity tends to center around her, she has fantasies she wants to try out and uses the coyote and rabbit to do so.
When she first struck it rich, she began going out to high end kink clubs and shows centered around bondage, and met the rabbit, a middle aged semi-successful smut author who wants to try rope play, but hasn’t found the right muse, and he and Edith come to an agreement where she’s kind of the powerbottom who has the ideas and the drive, and he’s the service top who has the skills to fulfill her fantasies.
However the rabbit is grey ace, he doesn’t personally much care for sex, and it comes through in some areas of his performance. Edith meets the coyote, one of the security guards for the skyscraper, who has a much much higher libido, and is kind of a bratty sub, eager to please Edith, desperate for praise, but his sexual experience up to this point has been much more vanilla and 100% hetero, he has to be goaded into some of the kinkier stuff.
The kangaroo rat is a childhood friend of Edith’s, with severe anxieties; social anxiety about large groups and new people, sexual anxieties, she’s a mess. She mostly hides away from the rest of them, but she watches and listens in on their activities, and they’re all aware of that and OK with it.
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Ok I’ve got sketches of all four of them now, and I’m getting a better idea of their characters.
The puma already has a name, Edith, and she’s the leader of the household, she makes by far the most income, doing something related to programming and investment that she keeps vague. She pays for their penthouse at the top of a large skyscraper, with some radical interior design that I’ll get into later. Activity tends to center around her, she has fantasies she wants to try out and uses the coyote and rabbit to do so.
When she first struck it rich, she began going out to high end kink clubs and shows centered around bondage, and met the rabbit, a middle aged semi-successful smut author who wants to try rope play, but hasn’t found the right muse, and he and Edith come to an agreement where she’s kind of the powerbottom who has the ideas and the drive, and he’s the service top who has the skills to fulfill her fantasies.
However the rabbit is grey ace, he doesn’t personally much care for sex, and it comes through in some areas of his performance. Edith meets the coyote, one of the security guards for the skyscraper, who has a much much higher libido, and is kind of a bratty sub, eager to please Edith, desperate for praise, but his sexual experience up to this point has been much more vanilla and 100% hetero, he has to be goaded into some of the kinkier stuff.
The kangaroo rat is a childhood friend of Edith’s, with severe anxieties; social anxiety about large groups and new people, sexual anxieties, she’s a mess. She mostly hides away from the rest of them, but she watches and listens in on their activities, and they’re all aware of that and OK with it.
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Alright, I’m planning a lewd but not NSFW recreation/modernization/parody of The Swing, one of (if not singularly) my favorite paintings.
So many characters, so much symbolism, so many potential readings.
The main subject, our Madame on the swing, is going to be a powerbottom feline, not sitting on a seat, but suspended from a harness (or perhaps bound in ropes) which she’s been wearing underneath business attire.
The figure to the bottom left will be a masculine service top, wearing a collar and holding out a leash(?), possibly a feline but I’m leaning canine, maybe…
The Chaperone, on the right, will be another feline, androgynous, the asexual play partner, who doesn’t like to be involved directly but is happy to make sure things stay safe
I’m also going to add the Voyeur, up in the tree on the right, similar to the asexual, but paradoxically much more invested in the play while being less of a participant in it.
The cherubim statues will be plushies, the tree will be modified to resemble a human sized cat tower made to look like a tree.
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Sometimes I let the intrusive thoughts win, and this is what happens.
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I fear the flesh bag I’ve been bound to. So fragile, so much maintenance.
Left ankles been painlessly puffy awhile. I swear If it’s cancer or a clot or something I’m gonna just sigh.
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Where do all these people hang out? For years I’ve been threatened with manipulative women playing me for a fool. Come on, I’m desperate and vulnerable.
Flirting with a flustered sub feels like toying with my food and I love that tbh
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