Feral Art - Tumblr Posts
Watcher of red flowers - Warden of the night
Full image
Then some close ups for each screen v
This is partially a redraw of some old art, but i mainly just wanted a new desktop background
New drawing (January 2024) ^
Old drawing (April 2022) v
Hes also no longer green themed
Maybe he got into some ketchup
I drew Sutekh from the recent Doctor Who finale because I really like him for some reason <3
An Okami-style Ninetales piece I drew a long while ago!
He brought this on himself.
No. Don't look at me with that bullshit expression. I know his type. He thinks he's some kind of hero in this scenario, some kind of adventurer here to right wrongs and defeat evil. The gall of the fuck! He doesn't understand how Plaisir works. He doesn't understand what he's stirred up, what he's wrecked and ruined!
He's a blight on our good name. Plaisir is better off without him.
And ain't that an idea....
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Art I drew of my OC Eclipse almost ten years ago now, for my friend October Flixard's Café Plaisir series 'October's Jaunt'! I still love how this came out <3
I drew my fursona based on a style from a recognisable monosodium glutamate fansite, and made a couple of cyber versions while I was at it <3
Redrew some photos I found with my fursona :3
Okami art from 2015 <3
It's always cold down here, a clammy dampness that gets through your shirt and freezes your skin. Pushing through the thorns and dense, broad leaves of the brushes only serves to soak through your pants and sandalled feet.
Still, 'least you won't go thirsty here. If you feel confident enough to trust this water, that is. Who knows what's leaking out of this place? You can't quite identify what it used to be. If it was a power plant, then, that's some bad juju. Strip mall? Nah. You don't have that kinda luck... but even if it was, it's not like there'd be anything left at this point. A decade and a half is a long time for anything of value to be still sitting around, rusted and waterlogged or not.
Clang.
You freeze. Ripples spread out from around your feet, trembling the surface of a small lake that covers what used to be a floor. But the sound came from above - the mist-soaked heights are indistinct, crisscrossed by vines and wires, and-
There. Movement.
It's climbing down towards you, a fleshy pink against dull girders. Long, taloned claws click along old metal. You tighten your grip on your staff, the feathers and beads on the end tinkling as your hand shudders.
It stops and tilts its head. You wrap your other hand around the beads, and stare in horror as the creature turns its head.
It... doesn't have eyes. The pale bone of what remains of a skull, but no eyes. No wonder it doesn't seem to have seen you. But that means if you make any more noise...
Scrape, scrape... it stretches its claws out, bringing itself down to eye level. Its long, sinuous body ripples with firm muscles. As it stops, it hangs on with spread thighs. Not it, you can't help but think - she.
A long snout opens beneath that skull, breath not misting in the cold air - and a long, languid tongue unfurls from behind a hundred pointed teeth, tasting the wet scents of the long-lost building. Perhaps searching for you, its intruder...
You stare, steeling your nerves, trying not to tremble even a fraction, trying not to look at the ripples spreading out from your twitching feet.
And all the while, you can't help but stare in fear... and fascination.
What... is she?
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Another Smaugust post! Today, @pencilcat's prompts say Skull, and that reminded me of this piece I got to do back in 2022. This creature came to a friend of mine in a dream, and I'm a sucker for things like that. It was so fun to bring her to life in such a way <3
Divine Spring
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Art from 2014~
Queen of Sin
“Please…I need her…” He began, only to be silenced when one of her large paws flattened against his chest.
“You are no better than a dog, Samuel Griffith. Chasing females of your own species to fill that need within you.” She laughed, cruel and heartless. “A need so craven that it will never, ever be sated. You think your brother an addict? Wait until I am through with you.” Those heavy paws pressed against his pale chest and began to grind in an oddly sensual motion that made him gasp under his breath. “In this city, all dogs bow to me, and so shall you.”
When that tongue ran along his lips once again, more forcefully this time, his mouth creaked open despite the scant resistance he was trying to field. His mind was going mad, thoughts scattering like the fraying ends of thread pulled to their limits and ripped apart. The amorous feeling that came over him was unlike any brought on by alcohol or the provocative nature of the women he took to his bed. They had all been so easy, and he had manipulated them to get what he wanted, even though he thought himself better than such repulsive tactics.
Her tongue entered his mouth, a twisting, living thing that spread its vile taste everywhere it could reach while tickling the back of his throat. His arms were moving, but they were no longer his own, controlled by an invisible puppeteer that made him extend one over the bitch’s back and draw her closer to him... - Excerpt from 'Queen of Sin' by the fantastic WolvesAtYourDoor <3
Murkrow OC Comm Art
Commissioned artwork for @ linkerbirb on twitter.
*wink*
Birbs posing for the fans.
She is not easily amused and disapproves almost everything.
Unamused birb
Gigantamax Corviknight (Comm)
Commissioned artwork for DasTim.
Determination
Starly
Suddenly Surrounded
Wattrel
eppy
Commissions are open! just send DM
Lion studies
Commissions are open! just send DM
Practicing drawing ferals again.