#Fur Simulation Art

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Some art of my fursona! I want puppies I want UPPIES PICK ME UP!! I like feeling like a king... or queen... or.. Xueeng?? Idk..

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@anon-coke @scramble-eg @thelunarsystemwrites @superbfirnacho

@the-second-reason

[unexpectedbrickattack]

All of u get me 🤝

Not to throw all my old art at yall but these were my first choices bc theyre my FAVORITE furries to draw fhjdndkdns

[here-be-dragons-and-whatnot]

He has fur! Sort of!

I have hit my first serious barrier with Jar Full of Cosmos, and that is the fact that my little laptop just doesn't have enough compute power. Unfortunately it's too laggy to effectively experiment with materials and do a better job grooming--not to mention animation tests. Thankfully, I have new PC components on the way. In other good news, the fur system obscures pretty much all my bad mesh deformations. It also obscures his facial movements, but I planned for that and intend to do most of his emoting with ear and eye movements. Next time I make an animal, I think I'll use shapekeys instead of bones for facial animation.

The groom holds up from afar (and with lower resolutions) but up close it needs a lot more work. It's also worth noting that I am using the old particle system because the geometry nodes still feel too confusing, and apparently they can't be animated.

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Red squirrel father's Day card from June 2022.

[welcomingdisaster]

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🌳 yavannakementári Following

Minor changes to the pink patterns on this one. Still very much a WIP but I'm letting it rest for now. Tried for some swirly patterns earlier but it ended up looking far too busy.

#art #wip #trees

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🏹 the huntsman Follow

lol saw the most fucked up little guy in the woods. didn't get a picture but sweat to our great father his head was the size of his body

💪 astoldo Following

you do what to our great father now

🏹 the huntsman Follow

shut up shut up shut up

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🧝 isthequendivideocute Mutuals

OK I'm gonna do a more detailed "common mistakes" post later when I have time but there's two things I've been seeing ALL over my dash that have got to stop.

(a) Cannot believe I need to be saying this but you MUST stop setting elves on fire. Listen I get this. Fire is fun for you! Fire is pretty and I like to play with it, too! But elves do not like fire. Fire can and WILL hurt them.

If you're going to fire for enrichment: You can give your elf plants or rocks to play with! They will like these. You can also let elves observe fire from a safe distance -- let them decide how they want to approach! They have good self-preservation instincts and will not usually not keep touching something that hurts them.

If you're going to fire for warmth: you can always put your elf in warm water (make sure not to cover their mouth/nose), give them a warm food/beverage, or wrap them in furs! They will look very cute wearing a little jacket AND it won't harm them. :)

(b) I know mermaids secrete salty fluids from their facial orifices when they're feeling happy, but elves are not mermaids. If an elf is wailing and secreting fluids they are NOT happy! This response indicates they're stressed out or in pain. Please re-think whatever you are doing around that elf. And stop posting videos that encourage that!

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It is with a heavy heart that I must do this, and yet it is my duty.

Callout post for my brother, Melkor, @trueelderking, previously known, @/theblackhand, @/truemelody, @thedarkness, and probably other urls.

TW: violence against trees, firstborn, creatures of air and water both, disharmony, murder, ruination, discord.

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🌊 thecallofthewaves Following

I am curious.

#man yet unborn sweep btw #my little guys

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🌺 ofthewoods Mutuals

dark forests and pale eyes got me acting rather............. unwise

#shut up melian #if you know you know #hahaha unless

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[chicohungers24-7]

Been toying with a Sails design (used the Sails concept art as reference), going to explain some choices under the cut

I went with grey instead of brown because I felt like his browns were out of place with the rest of the crew. I know Black Rose wears brown but she also has white, red, and gold on her design, whilst Sails only had brown + his blue bandana. I also extended the length of his vest because I thought it was weird there was just a Sliver of orange between his vest and his belt

Gave him shaggier fur on his arm to simulate the look of a fringed coat sleeve because 1) I thought it was fun and 2) He seems underdressed compared to everyone else except for Catfish so. Built in coat I guess

Made his eyes a gloomier blue (and also gloomy greys) because of the general vibe of No Place? Aside from pirate bloodthirst he just seems more Meh? I sometimes forget that because I watch season 3 a lot but like they're all just bored and waiting around doing nothing. Gave him the sunburnt nose for a similar reason along the same track that they're just sitting around all day exposed to the sun

Put the rope scar on the same side as his missing ear and mechanical arm for Reasons

Also bonus sketch I did earlier that I gave up on because I couldn't figure out hands and things

[daboyau]

i haven’t gone to bed yet so i’m counting this as being on time. :)

here’s part 2 of the very special and fun collab with @boots-with-the-fur-club! It was such a great experience getting to join in on her wonderful ideas. 💚 you can find part one here:

And here is my part! Hope you enjoy it!! @tmntaucompetition

There’s a warmth to Mikey’s simulation. A candle bright glow around the edges of reality, seeping into the world and warming the air itself. It feels almost stifling, making each breath heavy and hard to draw without their lungs burning from it. Mike doesn’t seem to notice, though, his smile big and bright as he stands at the head of the room, talking animatedly to his captive audience. They all stand close together, faces plastic and bright. Nothing but smiles all around as they ooh and ahhh at the art that Mikey is showing them. Each piece is a vague blur of color, a shifting landscape of shapes and shades that only make sense in the world of dreams. Mikey is glowing with pride, though, to the point that it almost makes Donnie feel a little bad for wanting to wake him up and break him out of this moment. 

He scans the crowd, searching for the shades of himself and his brothers, and when his eyes fall upon the smudge of green he heaves a put upon sigh. Of course they’re all the way up at the front of the room. He braces himself and begins to make his way through the throngs of bodies, shoving against humans and yokai and mutants alike. The smiles never fade from a single one of their faces. 

“Mikey!” he yells, struggling to be heard over the indistinct chatter of the crowd. He hasn’t seen a single one of their mouths moving. His little brother doesn’t even glance in his direction, seeming to not hear his voice. 

“Mikey! If you don’t answer me I will put all of your cringey 15 year old moments online for everyone to see! I know you know I recorded every single one!” 

Nothing. Instead, Mikey turns and steps into the horde, being swallowed by the mass of colors and textures. Donnie curses, and his shoves begin to get more violent as he fights to reach his brother. The bodies bend and ripple like jello when he pushes against them, making his skin crawl and his stomach churn, but he persists. There’s a flash of orange, a familiar laugh, and Donnie zeroes in on his target. 

“Mikey!”

His brother turns and for one wonderful second Donnie thinks that his voice has been heard. That hope dies a quick and resolute death when he realizes that there is no recognition in Mikey’s fever bright eyes. An arm is thrown over his baby brother’s shoulders, and his gaze is pulled back to the fake family that is vying for his attention. Donnie grits his teeth and shoves closer, trying to duck around the bodies blocking his way. 

“Mike. Miguel! Michelangelo, I swear to Marie Curie, if you don’t get it together right this moment—“

Donnie breaks through the crowd, and when he catches sight of who his brother is talking to, he feels his breath catch in his chest. He feels his heart plummet and his stomach twist as his vision goes blurry. 

“Oh,” he whispers. “Papa.” 

He understands now why Mikey is so happy here. Why he has been harder to catch the attention of. Their father is healthy and smiling here, one hand resting on Mikey’s forearm as he guides the family around, gesturing broadly towards the artwork with a huge smile on his face. Draxum is trotting at his side, smile just as broad. At times, he leans down to whisper something in Splinter’s ear and the two of them laugh together like they never had in the real world. The fake Donnie and Leo are walking arm in arm, smiling as they discuss the artwork. Seeing themselves getting along better than they have in years makes Donnie feel vaguely ill, the sting of longing and guilt mixing painfully with the grief he hasn’t let himself feel since—

“This is amazing!” a voice booms, familiar but warped. Younger than it should be, and echoing strangely through the heavy air. “Good work, big man!” 

A facsimile of Raph swoops in and hoists Mikey onto one shoulder, and their dad on the other. Mikey laughs, nuzzling closer, one hand linked with their dad’s. The fake Leo bounds after them, head thrown back, laughing more freely than he has since he was a teenager, back before the weight of life and leadership and loss had settled too heavy upon his chest. The fake Donnie and Draxum follow close behind, locked in deep discussion, smiling easily as they talk. From out of the crowd, April materializes, clinging to Raph’s forearm as she twists to shout something over her shoulder at Leo and Donnie. 

They’re all smiling, happy, and together for the first time in years. It hurts to see it. Donnie didn’t realize how much he’s missed it until it is right in front of him, but still out of reach. Unachievable with mystics or science, no matter how hard he may try. He swallows hard, bracing himself for the pain and the grief and the way Mikey will look at him with betrayal and hatred when Donnie forces him to wake and face reality once again. 

“Hey,” he says, quiet, as he steps closer to fake-him’s back. The imposter doesn’t turn to look at him, its routine set up already to revolve around Mikey and Mikey alone. Donnie flexes his fingers, mystics flaring as a glowing purple bo forms, settling comfortably in his hands. He breathes out, a blade forming on the end of it, and runs his double through. 

He winces as the fake Donnie crumples to the ground. None of the others miss a step. Donnie joins their march, weapon still held tight in his hands. Beside him, fake Draxum does not miss a beat. He continues to talk, pausing occasionally like he is listening to a response. His voice is strange and garbled, though, like a scratched record playing backwards. The sound makes his skin feel too tight and he shudders, turning his attention instead on the imposter Raphael’s broad shoulders. 

Their dad’s tail swings with each of Raph’s steps, tail curling in the same way it always did when he was happy. It hurts to see it, and yet it feels like a violation that Kendra knows this tiny detail and chose to use it against them. Mikey’s laughter fills the air around them, his head tilted back, his face brighter than it has been in years. The sound is like music to a man hearing for the first time, or food for someone long starved. Donnie allows himself a moment to soak it in, and it feels like heresy to get to enjoy Mikey’s joy again when the cause of it is a sham. 

The defeated slump to his brother’s shoulders is gone. Donnie feels guilty that he hadn’t even realized it was there until that awful weight had been lifted. 

“Mikey,” he calls again, soft and sad. For the first time that night (the first time in years), his little brother turns and looks right at him. There is adoration in his gaze, though it turns slowly to confusion as he sees the bo and the serious expression on Donnie’s face. 

“Dondon?” he asks, head tilting. He looks so young here, with none of the deep worry lines that he’s developed in the real world. Maybe this is what he could have looked like if Donnie hadn’t had his freakout. If he hadn’t panicked and run and fucked it all up. 

Donnie smiles at him, and he knows it must look awful because Mikey’s brow creases with worry in response. He tugs at Raph’s bandana, trying to get him to slow, to notice that something is wrong, but there’s no indication that he notices Mikey’s attempts. 

“I’m sorry about this,” Donnie says. 

“What are you—“ Mikey begins, but before he can finish the thought Donnie is swinging, the blade hitting fake-Draxum in the side of the neck and sending him crumpling to the floor. The world goes pixelated and iridescent. Mikey’s scream echoes around them, and as he leaps from Raph’s crumbling shoulders to race to Draxum’s side, his markings already beginning to glow, all Donnie can think is how grateful he is that he didn’t have to kill dad a second time to make his point. 

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Mikey jerks awake with a horrible, shuddering gasp. He scrabbles for the headset, breaking off into a violent coughing fit as he manages to pull it from his temples and throw it across the room. Donnie is at his side immediately, hand hovering just over his shell. He wants to rub circles on his baby brother’s back, just like he used to do for him after he was sick or had a bad dream when they were kids, but he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to anymore. Mikey’s foggy gaze finds his, and his mouth opens a closes a few times, throat clicking dryly whenever he tries to speak. Finally, he manages to croak out a scared little whisper. 

“Donnie?” he asks, and his voice is so broken, and suddenly all Donnie can think of is the night before the funeral, Mikey sitting lost and alone in their dad’s bedroom. They had all been so caught up in their own grief. Their own hurt. None of them had leaned into one another for comfort, each trying to handle things on their own. None of them had stopped long enough to sit with Mikey as he grieved, alone and lost, in the empty room. 

“I’m here,” Donnie promises, saying it now because he hadn’t been able to force the words out from behind the lump in his throat back then. “I won’t be going anywhere.”

Mikey’s eyes are glistening, and Donnie’s pretty sure that he would be sobbing if it weren’t for how dehydrated he is. They both would be. Donnie gently, hesitantly, allows his hand to fall and rest on Mikey’s shell. That’s all it takes for his little brother to crumble, falling unsteadily into his arms, trembling and whimpering as he hugs Donnie tight. 

“I missed you so much,” Mikey sobs, his voice hoarse and wet. Donnie wishes he had water to offer him, but he contents himself with hugging back, squeezing as tightly as his malnourished arms will allow him to. 

“I did, too,” he whispers, burning eyes squeezed shut. “I’m sorry I left. I won’t do it again.”

“You dumbdumb,” Mikey warbles. “You can live your own life. You just have to make sure you come back, and that you call us every week, and see us on holidays and birthdays.”

Donnie wheezes out the ghost of a laugh, pulling his little brother impossibly tighter before he says, “Just the major holidays, or will I need to buy a plane ticket for every bank holiday, too?” 

“Shut up, Donnie.” 

Mikey chokes on his own giggles, fingers curling almost painfully against the leathery surface of Donnie’s shell before he shoves him playfully away. He smiles warmly and looks into Donnie’s face, eyes searching, before his gaze wanders towards the rest of the room. Donnie sees the moment he finds Leo and Raph, because the way that warm expression twists into one of terror makes him feel vaguely sick. 

“What’s happening?” Mikey asks, struggling to stand on shaking legs. Donnie clambers to his own feet, and they lean on one another for support as they shuffle towards their brothers. 

“Purple Dragon,” Donnie murmurs, eyes roaming towards the faint lavender glow emanating from one of the discarded devices. “She trapped all of us in some kind of…simulation. A dream world. Something to keep us from interfering with her plans, though I don’t know yet what those might be.” 

“And what about them?” Mikey gestures towards Leo’s slumped form. His eyes are open wide, staring at nothing, pupils and irises gone as they glow a pale white. 

“Leo mind melded with Raph, trying to break him out of it. Just like I did with you.”

“Can we do anything to help?” Mikey’s fingers find Donnie’s hand, intertwining them, holding him tight like he’s afraid that his brother might slip away again. Donnie squeezes back. A silent promise. “Should we also go in there and try to get through to him?”

Donnie considers it, then shakes his head. He grimaces as he does so, obviously not liking the answer any more than Mikey does. 

“The simulated worlds seem unstable. I don’t know what would happen if too many of us tried to all fit inside the same one at once. For all we know, Kendra might have even anticipated something like this would happen and included some kind of failsafe that would fry all our brains if the device detected that all four of us were inside the same simulated dream.” 

“So what? We just wait here and do nothing?”

“I didn’t say that. While we wait for Leo to do his thing, let’s see if we can find food and water, and a way out of here. We all need it.”

Mikey frowns, but after smacking his chapped lips a few times, concedes. Donnie smiles and ruffles the messy tufts of thinning hair on his brother’s head. The sight of it is a painful reminder that how much he’s missed of his brothers’ lives already. He makes a silent vow to be there when Mikey inevitably circles back around to being bald. 

“They’ll be okay,” he says out loud, trying to inject a confidence he isn’t completely feeling into his tone. 

“They’d better be,” Mikey mutters, glaring at Raph’s twitching form. His voice is suspiciously tight as he turns away and mutters, “Or else.”

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The sound of dripping is the first thing Leo hears when he finds himself inside Raph’s mind. He squints against the dimness, turning slowly to try to gauge where he is and what’s going on. A strange sense of nostalgia overtakes him as he realizes that he sorta recognizes the sewer tunnels he’s standing in. They’re the same ones that he and his brothers would play in when they were too young to go to the surface, but their dad had still shooed them from the lair with the order to go stretch their legs. Which was of course just code for “go be loud somewhere else.” Leo allowed himself a brief, fond smile at the thought before pushing it away and getting back to business. 

“Helloooo?” he calls, and listens to his singsong voice echoing eerily back to him. “Raph? You here, man?” 

He tilts his head, trying to discern anything besides the distant rush of water and his own echoing calls. He wets his lips, and wonders suddenly if this is going to be harder than he thought it would. Donnie had made it sound so easy! Just come in, rile the big guy up a little so he’ll use his ninpo, and badabing badaboom, problem solved! That won’t work if he can’t even find the big lug! 

He groans and spins slowly in place, eyes squeezing shut as he listens intently for any sign of life. Finally, down one of the multitude of side tunnels connecting to his own, he hears the faint sound of voices. Leo grins triumphantly and begins his march towards them, already preparing his speech for his grand entrance. 

“Alright, hermano!” he shouts as he enters the chamber he’d heard the voices coming from. “Prepare to get a face full of my fists and the biggest wake up call of your—“ 

A tiny figure runs past him before he can finish, no taller than his knees. Leo yelps and stumbles back, shell crashing against the wall with a thunderous bang. None of the others seem to notice. He stares at the three of them, jaw hanging open, as he tries to process the fact that he’s looking at the tiny little baby versions of himself and two of his brothers. 

Well, maybe not babies exactly, but definitely freakishly young. Way before they ever went topside, at least. 

Before they ever awakened their ninpo or their mystic abilities, for sure. So much for this being easy. He’s going to complain to Donnie about this for the rest of their lives, loudly and for long periods of time. 

“Eugh, boy,” he mutters as another of the tiny figures run past him, laughing uproariously. Leo sidesteps this second one, only to almost trip over a third as little baby Mikey follows hot on their nubby little tails, hands outstretched, giggling with a gap toothed smile. It’s painfully adorable and Leo is already dreading the nightmares this encounter is sure to give him when it’s all over. 

The fake baby him, fake Donnie, and fake Mikey are all laughing together, chasing one another through the chamber without ever splitting off into any of the side tunnels. If Raph was in his right mind, that would be a dead giveaway that something about this situation is wrong. They always split up when playing tag as kids, even though the rules and dad both said they weren’t supposed to. Looking back, Leo can’t help but be a little impressed with their past selves for surviving childhood with decision making skills like that. 

Real Leo watches them for a moment, waiting impatiently for real Raph to join in. As weird as this situation is, he can’t deny that it’s gonna be hilarious to see Raph’s massive self trying to play tag with these guys. He’s pretty sure little Mikey wouldn’t even reach the top of Raph’s ankle. Leo huffs a soft laugh at the mental image, and turns away to peer into one of the numerous and constantly shifting side tunnels for his missing brother. It’s unnervingly dark inside, and a thin layer of fog swirls eerily across the wetly glimmering ground. The sparkles might lure a lesser mutant, but Leo keeps his feet planted firmly in the less creepy chamber that he’s currently in.

“Rapherella?” he calls, squinting to see through the gloom. His voice doesn’t have an echo anymore. Everything looks all strange and wobbly the further out it goes, like the only solid thing in the dream tunnels is right here in front of him. It makes him a little nervous that Raph isn’t here, too, if that’s the case. What happens if Raph or Leo wander too far away from the fakes? Will they fall off the edge of the dream-world? 

“Come play with us, Raphie!” tiny Leo yells, grinning upwards with sparkling eyes. 

Damn, Leo can’t believe how adorable he was back then. How dad had ever been able to say no to those squishable cheeks and big eyes, he’ll never know. Then, the actions of little-fake-him registers and he follows fake-him’s gaze up up up. 

“Raph!” he calls, seeing a dark form huddled in the mass of pipes leading to nowhere at the top of the tunnel. There is no response, but that’s never stopped Leo from rambling before and it sure isn’t going to now. “Hey, big guy! How about you and me get outta here, huh? We can get some pizza and rip Donnie a new one while we’re at it!”

It’s been a long time since they went out for pizza together. It would be nice to finally do it again.

“Raph, we’re waiting for you,” little Donnie says at the same time, his words almost a whisper. Somehow, his creepy little voice seems louder than Leo’s showboating. The way his pudgy hands tap excitedly at his thighs belies his happiness, and Leo wonders if Kendra really knows so much about them that she can add little details like that into this weird simulation-dream-thing, or if their minds just betray them by filling in the blanks and making everything so much more believable.

“Okay, okay,” Raph’s voice says from the shadows, soft enough that Leo almost doesn’t register it over his own musings. “Raph’s comin’ down.”

The three fakes all cheer as the sound of claws scrabbling against metal rings throughout the tunnel. There is a sharp grinding, then a loud thump, and Raph lands on the floor between Leo and the little fakes. 

“Oof, I take back the big from big guy,” Leo mutters. 

Raph is just as young here as the others, though he stands a little taller. Even all puffed up like he is, he barely reaches Leo’s hip. Still, he’s big enough to charge forward and sweep the other three up into a hug and spin them all around without any effort at all. Leo catches a glimpse of a big, carefree smile when Raph turns his way. The chasm between his eyebrows is gone. The worry lines around his eyes and the scarring that still makes Leo’s heart sink whenever he sees it have disappeared. Leo almost doesn’t recognize his big brother without the evidence of never ending stress and the burden of responsibility weighing him down. He’s never considered how much it would hurt to see it before now. 

“Oh, buddy,” he murmurs, and quickly swipes at the wetness he can feel gathering at the corners of his eyes. There’s no time for that now. He can think about this glimpse into a lost childhood later, once they’re all out of the woods and have some food and water in them. He’s definitely not looking forward to the dehydration headaches they’re all going to be dealing with when this is over. Not to mention the emotional fallout. Talk about a nightmare. 

“Raph,” he says again, trying to use the firm I-Mean-Business voice he has to bring out to get the rowdier kids at camp to listen. “We need to leave. It’s time to go home, to the real world and our realbrothers. C’mon.” 

He reaches out a hand, trying to grab this strange, half-forgotten version of his big brother by the shoulder. Before he can grab him, Raph ducks out of reach, crouching down to grab fake Mikey up into another hug. Mikey squeals and hugs back, arms only wrapping halfway around Raph’s spiky little shell. Fake Leo pounces on them, climbing up Raph’s shell to plant a sloppy little kid kiss on the top of his head. Leo’s heart squeezes a bit, and he wonders when the last time was that he did that. 

With a frustrated grunt, he grabs for Raph again, only for the little guy to sidestep the swipe as he rushes over towards fake baby Donnie, dragging the others along in his wake. He grabs his little hand, all wrapped up in purple and pink bandaids, and together the four of them begin a march in the opposite direction. Leo frowns and puts his hands on his hips. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were doing this on purpose, young man.”

He gets no response, but that’s fine, he’s more than used to it. It’s easy to catch up to them, considering his legs are ten times the length of theirs. He sighs, heart already sinking at the thought of what he’s going to have to do to break his brother out of this trance he’s in. He was hoping to avoid it, but Leo’s always been good at knowing when to throw in the towel and admit defeat. What’s one more nightmare, right?

He feels like a predator, like a monster, as he watches the four of them march hand in hand down the never-ending sewer tunnel. Seriously, this thing just goes on and on and on and on! 

“Eeny, meeny, miny…” he already knows which of the four he’s going to grab for first. There’s only one of them he can even think about ripping away without feeling like he’d rather die a thousand terrible deaths. It still sucks, still makes him want to puke, but at least it isn’t going to give him any nightmares he hasn’t already had.

“Moe,” he whispers, and lunges forward like a lightning strike to pluck the little Leo from their daisy chain. It’s too easy, and the tiny creature is helpless as he yanks it roughly away from the grasping hands. 

The little Leo cries out, eyes wide as it is turned to face the real deal. Those wide eyes go strangely empty once they’re turned towards Leo. The red markings are beginning to run at the edges, and its pupils blur and bleed until its eyes have gone completely black. Leo grits his teeth, ready for the little thing to start screaming or fighting back. 

Instead, it begins to dissolve in his hands, black ichor leaking from its nose and mouth and eyes. Its little hands come up to clutch at his own, malformed fingers like claws as they dig into his hands. He cannot feel any pain from their grip. It flashes a sharp toothed grin, a final goodbye as it melts, and he finds himself staring at hands now stained with red blood and black tar. 

“Oh,” he says, feeling a little numb. That was maybe a little worse than he was hoping it would be. At least he didn’t have to yeet it himself?

A scream rips through the tunnel, echoing and amplifying as it grows and grows. Leo cringes away, hands instinctively raising to cover his ears. They feel sticky and warmer than usual, but not quite wet. It makes him shudder and bite back the urge to retch as it stings the back of his throat. He can taste blood on his teeth. 

“Raph!” he shouts, trying to be heard over the horrible, unnatural screams. The fake Donnie and Mikey are staring straight at him, eyes black and emotionless, mouths hanging wide open as they wail. Their arms hang limp at their sides, and Leo notes that their fingers have begun to lengthen and now glint with needlelike points.

Raph has scrambled backwards, shell pressed tight against the curve of the tunnel wall, his eyes massive and glassy as he stares at the scene before him. He doesn’t wipe away the tears that race each other down his cheeks, too busy trying to block out the horrific sound with those chubby little hands of his. Leo can’t help but stare at those hands, unable to stop himself from marveling at how soft they look. No callouses from years of learning to fight. No crooked fingers or scars from the endless battles, all for the sake of an earth and its people that wouldn’t do the same for them if given half a chance. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Leo lies, hoping that his little big brother will be able to read his lips. “I’m going to make it all better.” 

Slowly, Raph shakes his head. The fakes have begun to settle, their screams more like the air raid sirens instead of the falling bombs. The same black that fake-Leo had wept is leaking from their eyes, mocking the tears that Raph is shedding on their behalf. Leo can feel his own eyes watering at the sight of his indomitable big brother so small and scared. Scared of Leo. 

He slides past the two remaining fakes, doing his best not to brush up against them. They turn in unison to watch him pass, but thankfully do not try to touch him. As one, their mouths snap shut and the tunnel falls blessedly silent. His ears are still ringing, but at least he might be able to hear himself think now. 

He crouches in front of Raph, knees creaking with the motion. God, he feels old just looking at this fresh faced little guy. He’s not even wearing a mask yet! Just a little red and green Christmas scarf tied around his head like Rambo. Trying to be an action hero, even back then.

“Hey little guy,” he murmurs, reaching out carefully to rest a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Raph flinches away like he’s afraid of Leo, and he feels his heart threaten to shatter under the weight of his guilt. He forces himself onwards, trying out a smile for size as he asks, “Do you recognize me?”

Raph responds by winding back and clocking Leo in the jaw with enough power behind it to have him spilling backwards, head and shell colliding hard with the floor. Ouch? Why did that feel like getting a brick to the face, when the fake-him had tried its best to turn his hands to mince meat and he didn’t feel a thing? That just doesn’t seem fair. 

“Mikey!” Raph is screaming from somewhere behind him, and Leo hears the slapping of tiny bare feet through puddles and against stone. There are no answering voices. “Donnie! Leo! Where are you guys?!”

Wow, rude. He can’t believe his name was last on that list. 

Leo struggles to flip himself over, cursing the fact that the turtle on its back thing does very much apply to mutant turtles, too. With a groan that echoes eerily through the dream world’s tunnels, he manages to stumble gracelessly to his feet. With his heart beating its panicked, angry rhythm against his insides and each breath tasting like rot, he frantically scans the tunnel for his brother. 

Raph didn’t manage to get far, thank the giant pizza pie in the sky. Leo races after him, cursing himself for not knowing how else to handle this. He had really been banking on one good shock being enough to get his brother out of this mess, but apparently neither of them are going to be that lucky. All aboard the trauma train! Next stop: whatever the hell Leo was about to do. 

“Hey!” he shouts, reaching out to grab Raph. He scoops him up and winds up getting pummeled in the face for his troubles. He spits out the little foot that had somehow ended up between his teeth and holds Raph out at arms length, ready to give him an earful of the frustration he could taste like acid sitting on his tongue and eating through the enamel of his teeth. 

The look on Raph’s face stopped him short. There was terror, yes. Tears running thick and unending down his chubby little cheeks, and snot bubbles that grew and shrank with each of his heaving breaths. Leo had been prepared for that. He knew that they weren’t going to get out of this mess without a few tears. What he wasn’t ready for, though, was the awful, horrible, familiar sorrow. 

It was the same look Raph had bore when they lost their dad. The same helpless devastation that Leo himself had felt, deep and cold and alone, as he drifted through the prison dimension all those years ago. The horrific, uncomprehending, unyielding pain of grief. The silent, even worse realization that this is forever, and you will never get them back. 

The hairline fractures of Leo’s heart finally imploded, shattering the remnants into a billion tiny shards. Every bit of frustration, every compounding hurt from over the long years, every declined dinner invitation and ghosted movie night, everything negative he’d been holding onto melted away. The tears overflowed. 

“Raph,” he whispered, and he pulled the struggling form of his big brother closer. “I’m sorry.”

Raph went still in his arms. The world around them was silent, and the darkness was creeping closer, lapping at the corners of his vision. Everything felt so fragile. 

“I couldn’t protect them,” Raph whispered, his voice so small as the words tickled Leo’s cheek.

“It’s okay,” Leo soothed, squeezing him a little tighter and shifting them so he could tuck the top of Raph’s head beneath his chin. “Those guys weren’t real. I promise nobody got hurt.”

Raph made a small, hurt noise and shook his head. He was trembling, and Leo could feel the tears as they dripped onto his shoulder. Each of his panic-quick breaths felt too cold against Leo’s neck, raising goosebumps across his flesh.

“Not them,” Raph whimpered, and Leo went very still. He swallowed hard, struggling to speak around the tightness in his lungs.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s so much easier here. We were always safe in the tunnels, but the world is so big,” Raph whispered like he was telling Leo a horrible secret. “And there are so many things that want to hurt us.”

“Oh. Listen, you don’t have to worry about that. Those guys are all gone!” 

“They hurt them. Hurt…hurt you. It’s my job to keep everybody safe, and I couldn’t do it. I failed over and over and—“

“Hey, no. No, no, we are not doing this.” Leo sank to the ground, sitting cross legged and shifting his little big bro around so they could look each other in the eye. The darkness glittered. It felt hungry. “Listen to me. You did the best you could, which is what matters most. You kept us all alive and got us out of trouble again and again no matter how many stupid things we did to make that harder on you. But — and this is important — that burden should never have been on your shoulders. Do you hear me, man? You were a kid, just like the rest of us, and I….”

Leo paused when his voice cracked, taking a deep breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get himself under control. When he opened them again, he found Raph staring up at him, wide eyed and trusting and nothing at all like the beaten down adult he knew. It was too much. 

“I’m sorry,” Leo croaked, and he covered his face, not wanting this version of Raph to see him like this. Still, he forced the words out through hiccuping breaths and a tight throat, hating himself a little more with each one. “I made things so much harder on you. I was such a little shit, and I hurt you so many times. I helped put that burden on you, and you never even complained even though I never helped you carry it. I should have done more, I should have told you how much you meant to us, but instead all I did for so long was find ways to tear you down. You were never alone, but we made you feel like you were. I don’t know why— I never really felt— ugh! I want you to know that I never—“

“Leo,” Raph’s voice breaks through his rambling grief, and his name sounds safe in his big brother’s mouth. Leo lifts his gaze, and the broken remnants of his heart twists when he finds himself staring into a more familiar face. Raph’s undamaged eye is warm, full of so many emotions that Leo fears he might suffocate beneath the weight of them. “That’s enough. It’s okay.”

“Raph,” he croaks, and then stops, suddenly at a loss for words. He wants to keep apologizing. Wants to make up for the years lost to infighting and hurt feelings. Wants his big brother to know—

“I love you,” he says, and watches Raph’s face light up with that big grin that he’s missed so much. 

“I already knew that, you knucklehead,” Raph laughs, and he pulls Leo in for a hug. It is tight and warm and Leo melts into it, letting himself relax for the first time since the funeral, since the last moment he saw all three of his brothers in one place. “I love you, too.”

As the warm, familiar red glow of Raph’s ninpo envelopes them, Leo smiles. His heart feels like it’s begun beating again, and for the first time since the funeral, he’s looking forward to waking up from his dreams and facing real life.

This time, at least he knows that his brothers will be right by his side again.

[zelda-cooper]

My version of Loonatics Unleashed (Part 3)

This is just my interpretation of this universe of "Loonatics Unleashed", don't take it as a summary of the series or as absolute truth to interpret your version. NO! It's just MY view and you have every right to disagree. Furthermore, there will be low-level words (even though I censor some) and there may be sensitive topics for certain people. Besides, this refers to the universe of Loonatics Unleashed, so for those who don't care, you can skip this blog, but for those who are a fan or if this interests you, you can continue reading. Part one of this blog is at the link below if you want to see it.

Part 1

Part 2

Hi I came back! And this time with bombastic news (And I hope no one has forgotten me at this point-). This time it's going to be a simpler blog because today, I'm finally going to show the Redesigns of the protagonists of my version of Loonatics Unleashed! For those who want, the links to see my journey through this madness are there at the beginning, I don't want to go into detail here because I'm really, like... VERY excited to show them soon! So, let's go!

Credits again to @drakepad-luv-200, who was the person who inspired me to make this crazy saga!

Protagonists' Visuals (Reinvented/Redesigned)

Let's go, I wanted to start by saying that this was one of the parts where procrastination came STRONG... Because, first... I had to consider their new personality, think about the pose that would represent this, the clothes that would have a heroic look and, at the same time, is minimally simple to draw... And that's not easy...TuT

So I had to get a lot... But A LOT OF REFERENCES!!! And in this I have to talk about two artists who inspired me and who I NEED to give credit to thank them for how incredible they are! The first is @onyxonline, who is currently making a Smilling Crittens AU called Space Riders AU (I highly recommend reading it). She also has her Loonatics AU and her visuals are AMAZING! I really like her style, something very Anime and such. She helped me a lot with some clothes.

The second is @theangrycomet-art, he, in this case, helped me a lot with the proportions and also with the bodies of some characters. His art is very clean and he made sketches of how they would look. I also highly recommend checking out his blogs!

But now... Time to talk about MY Redesigns! Let's start with the Bunny brothers: Ace and Lexi!

For Ace's design, I wanted to give him a pose of a somewhat inexperienced leader, "mainly protagonist" and who is good at fighting (even on the street), I put looser clothes and bands on his arms to symbolize him as a fighter.

As for Lexi, I gave her a cuter look that could show a heroine power. I gave them very long clothes and some extra accessories. This was one of the easiest.

Danger Duck

Danger Duck was also reasonably easy (the pose was difficult, but ok-), I took a lot of inspiration from Darkwing Duck (because the personalities even match and are really similar), a very arrogant pose, a calm one to symbolize that he is the "most incredible hero of all time". The beak wasn't difficult, because... I draw a lot of ducks...-3-)

Tech E. Coyote and Rev Runner

MY GOD!!! TECH'S MUZZLE AND REV'S HAIR WAS HARD!!!! But it was worth it, I think... The Rev wasn't too difficult, I picked up some references from marathon runners and a scarf and glasses to add some charm. Tech I mixed a bit of scientists, but also a more "Mad Max" look with the torn shorts and scarf around his neck, I also took the opportunity to show him wearing the glove and projecting a holographic screen.

And finally, Slam Tasmanian.

This one was difficult, but it was one of the most fun. I got the fighter vibe and also made sure he had a muscular physique, I made his fur simulate a beard to make him look older and I gave him some stylized gloves to give him something similar to boxing gloves.

Final Considerations

Well... That's it, folks! It was actually shorter because I wanted to talk about the redesigns (and because my life is pretty busy these days-). I'll still work on Zadavia and us villains, I'll also show two of my OCs that will be relevant to the plot, but that's for another day. I hope you enjoyed it and I’ll see you in the next blog! BYE!!!!

[blackbackedjackal]

I don't like shaming people for their takes on werewolves but I clearly remember Dogblud drawing a few POC werewolves who had afro hair only on their heads?? As in all the wolf's fur is straight as hell but they have a big ass afro?? And I was like. Girl no that is SO white and also uncreative. You can make them curly like a poodle!! You can make them have corded fur like a Puli to simulate dreads!! So her being arrogant at actual POC drawing POC werewolves is. Bruh.

I only ever saw one black werewolf OC she had, and yeah, I don't even remember her name because she did not leave an impression (which that alone is impressive because it's difficult to get me not go 👀👀👀👀 at a black OC ) but I guess that's the exact issue. Dog just changed her hair and lips from her base werewolf design, which was eeeehhhh not the best.

She was weird about how her werewolves looked and never bothered to add any other distinguishing features outside of like, hair or some vague face variations. All the fur types and body types were the same, and there was very little variety. Personal gripe, but I HATE THE WAY SHE DRAWS TITS AHHHHHH girlie never seen black titties her entire life and it shows hhhhhh.

She never wanted to experiment because Sandra was peak design for her, and she only really drew weird variations of Sandra's base form + features. I'm not shitting on Sandra's design, but it was THE ONLY design she had. It's easy to tell looking through her art where she's comfortable and where she's not, and variation in the body shapes and coat texture and all of that is just where she's not great at it or too lazy to commit to more than "aha obviously black features on the black werewolf" like girl come on gimmie something more.

[persy-r-bozo]

The Scared Warren. (Just a lil small doodle of what will be a page of traditional art page of DHMIS X Watership Down stuff lmao.)

I wanted to keep the colors as realistic to bunny furs as possible.

But the breeds of bunnies the fun part! here are the three buns i based the trio off of.

Netherland dwarf Rabbit- Duck. small sassy silly they bond strongly with their chosen few and they can be a tad aggressive and quite fussy.

Lionhead Rabbit - Red. Fluffy and quiet. they can get mad and rough but usefully they are chill and docile.

Amarican Fuzzy Lop - Yellow guy. I thought a lop would do well as the ears could simulate his long limps. They are affectionate and friendly. and very playful curious and aware.

[abbinurmel]

So, for a good....maybe 87% of my life, this one specific scene from the 90s animated sequel movie "Fievel Goes West", has lived rent free in my head. And thing is, despite that I have not actually sat down and WATCHED the film as an adult. And. I finally saw a clip of it on YT and well...just look at it.

No but really look at it. Look at this brief comedic 'hero training' montage clip, and you realize this simple, cute little family blockbuster sequel, had WAY much more mind-blowing effort put in than it ever had to.

-To start, that clearly is the famous classical music piece "Hoedown" being used to inspire the soundtrack here, but it's being made somehow almost even more triumphant and fast in a span of under a minute.

That kind of 'cleverly deliberate homaging classical well known songs but not so much it's obvious or a ripoff' scoring takes a compositional genius. You don't know it's even in there til you listen for it! Exactly as bone-chilling good to listen to as the original and as much now as it was decades ago. My brain was shocked that it still evoked shivers, watching a fat orange cat doing rope tricks. Speaking of which-

THEY DREW THIS. And PAINTED ALL THIS.

Every single bit of it OVER. AND OVER AGAIN. BY HAND.

Watch this clip again, slowed down. Watch all of this cat's many tiny fur tufts and fat rolls, and the wrinkles and expressive motions on this sheriff dog character. Someone had to draw all those moving around. They never had to. Who is the madman responsible for this. It wasn't some iconic Disney legend like Milt Kahl, and we know Do .Bluth was not here, so who the hell was it!

-The whiskers on Fievel and his tail being unnecessarily curled and punching IN TIME TO THE SONG as he is rooting his friend on.

-All these 'mummy' ropes, and the shadow on them.

-The shafts of light and the falling dirt and cave water drips at the beginning when Tiger prances about mockingly in the mine tunnel entrance.

-At 2:17 the bottle glass all reflecting OUR view of Tiger then shattering and the smoke on his slingshot and the excessively cool way Tiger twirls it around and then pockets it like a gun, complete with "action movie/fancy anime fight" style camera panning round and down his body in towards the holster.

-Look at the part at 2:06 with the punching dummy, from the clouds of dust and tiny straw bits that fly out when Tiger hits it, to all the different camera angles and the way they chose to bounce from third to first to third person again: look at when Tiger rushes up at the scarecrow with a pitchfork. They add 'camera shake' as a way to simulate the off balanced way he as a fat, clumsy, but now highly enthused excitable character specifically would run!

-ALL THOSE FEATHERS

OH MY GOD

They drew the movement of ALL THOSE FUCKING ***FEATHERS!!!!😱***

This isn't even a major scene. But it's taken so thoroughly seriously. This is pure art. This is pure gluttonous showing off. That is brilliant. I really cannot believe how strong this lives up.

Well done brain, you rightfully deserved pushing this on me for so many years.

[vamqiredove]

kin/therian/inhuman advice/help suggestions - focused on more animalistic types

please note that this is largely based on our experience and may not help all who have the same cravings/urges/ect.

blood cravings: find clamato juice or something similar. clam tomato juice. not sure if it is sold in the USA. might sound gross but its thick, red, salty, and high in iron. it satiates our cravings very well. alternatively, see if local butchers will sell animal blood. you can claim for it to be for things such as blood pancakes.

raw meat cravings: buy fatty, thinly sliced meat from a deli. once again it is very salty, and it feels good to tear. you can safely eat raw beef; sear the outside to rid bacteria on the outside. slice it off and you can eat the still raw meat inside. you can also do this with fondue beef to just cook the outside of the small cube. never eat raw minced meat; bacteria is all through it already and must be fully cooked.

be careful to not eat too much raw meat; it can be unhealthy for your vessel.

more normal food cravings: for us, this is birdbrain related. indulge these cravings. learn what they are so you can keep these things on hand. we keep seeds and nuts in stock and it's not a bad idea to keep things such as fish frozen in a freezer as a clutch for intense fish cravings. if you have cravings for non-traditional meat for your area [ie game animals such as duck, deer, moose, or mutton if NA / beef if EUR from what i understand ] make an effort to look for stores or butchers who carry it.

phantom limbs/differences-

digitigrade: minimize wearing shoes/socks. if you need to learn how to walk on the balls of your feet in your vessel, get some heels. learn quadrobics. try to make yourself fake legs, look into how furries and satyr cosplayers make theirs.

wings: open-back clothes can feel more comfortable. when laying down on your front, put a slightly warm heating pad across your back to simulate weight. watch your posture. make fake wings to wear.

tails and paws: once again look into how furries make theirs.

Neffertity is a fursuit maker who's posted tutorials on youtube. they have a video on making ears, paws, claws, wings, digitigrade paws, and super motion tails.

clothing tips: if furred, find clothing that resembles the texture of your fur. learning sewing can make it easy to accomidate your ahumanity.

find community. take part in art. if possible, engage in VR responsibly.

[dandylovesturtles]

Rise Dad Simulator: Part 1.3

Readers chose: Yes; the physical pain is worth the comfort.

Splinter can't simply ignore the request. He considers patting the boy's head, to give him the connection he asks for without harming his arms.

In the end, though, he senses only a real hug will do.

Splinter climbs the rest of the way onto the hammock - it sways under his added weight but doesn't tip. Orange readjusts so he's sitting on his knees, and when Splinter turns to him, arms out, he falls into them, wrapping his own significantly longer around Splinter and squeezing.

Splinter hears him hiss in a pained breath, but doesn't let go. It seems he greatly needed this - Splinter knows his sons have not been as touchy feely with Orange as they usually are, for a variety of reasons. He must have been missing this, enough to make the pain worth it. A few more tears fall into Splinter's fur, but they taper off, and Mikey's eyes clear.

After a minute, Orange lets go and settles back down on the hammock. Splinter sits, his legs crossed under him, and Orange puts one arm across Splinter's lap and lays his head against Splinter's arm. It crosses Splinter's mind that he is being used like a pillow, now, but he doesn't fight it.

"...Surprised you didn't just tell me it's bad for my arms," says Orange finally. He sounds a little bitter, but Splinter senses it is not directed at him.

"We must weigh the pros and cons of everything, my son." Splinter looks at the bandages around the arm in his lap, and smooths them with his hand. "Sometimes, a small amount of pain is worth the results."

"That's what I keep telling Donnie!" Mikey huffs, squishing his face further into Splinter's fur. "I can't keep doing nothing just because my arms hurt. But he always says, "Too much unnecessary strain on your arms will impact your recovery," or whatever, and he won't let me cook or do art or anything!"

"Ah..." Splinter looks down at his son, and thinks he should choose his next words carefully.

Previous

[here-be-dragons-and-whatnot]

I tend to wander between hobbies and it's been a year or two since I tried anything new in Blender. I feel like I blinked and Blender had a glow-up; I recall being endlessly confused and frustrated with particle hair sim in the past, but this took like 30 min to set up???? It's definitely not perfect, but everything is pretty much the default settings and I can't believe it looks passable. I'm blown away by how powerful this software is becoming.

Also this really emphasized how badly I need a new PC...

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I AM AKIN TO GOD!!!!!

I got my vgd class project to randomize their appearances and even match the correct stripe color to base fur color, without even having the teacher here to help me figure out how! It even displays intelligible descriptions of the cats when you mouse over them (as visible in the first image. ignore the population count tho that is not set up accurately yet)

I'll probably post some of the cat art separately later because they're very cute and now that I'm seeing some of these combinations I have mildly fallen in love

(yes it's a whole ass second warriors simulator shut up-)

[tumbleweeddesktop]

Hello yes please rant tron wriolette at me

Buckle up and get some snacks

Ok so this is sorta following both the uprising and legacy storyline but deviates as well. Also not really far from the genshin setting it's just... Tron.

Neuvillette is an Alpha-class ISO born from the sea of simulation, but hides himself because he's still not sure how he'd be accepted by the grid again. Meanwhile Wriothesley is sorta the new/upcoming light bike racer/disc warrior that made him gain Focalors' trust to be given charge of the large part of keeping the grid safe. He's basically taking on Tron's role

Focalors and Furina are the ones now governing The Grid, with Furina as the face while Focalors as the actual head. Neuvillette serves as their proxy (I like focalor and furina ruling tgt im sorry) and they know who Neuvillette is.

Wriothesley is in contact with Furina most of the time due to her being the more public one and he'd heard of this mysterious 'Neuvillette' but never actually met him.

They met one way or another and Wriothesley has a sense that Neuvillette is old, like he's not a usual program. He mostly keeps it at bay but when a virus nearly spreads, Neuvillette catches on the changes of the grid faster than everyone and knows that he has to contact Wriothesley since he's the best one to weed things out the fastest.

Wriothesley ofc solves the problem but gets even more confused since the virus is barely evolving but Neuvillette knows before even him and Clorinde.

But the virus spreads anyway and even with Wriothesley's fast responses he could barely mitigate the spread. Neuvillette was eventually sent down to help him by Focalors' order so now Wriothesley and Neuvillette has to work together to prevent the virus from spreading.

For Neuvillette's design in Tron I think he'll follow the flow of Clu's design that Kerswellian posts on his blog but his robe is obviously changed to Neuvillette's robe design and his inner suit resembles Quorra's, his line colour is blue to better blend in with the programs. Here's Kers's Clu, but definitely check out the blog post he made, and here's Quorra's concept to movie

While Wriothesley's suit will resemble Tesler's that was designed by Rob Valley but with the fur on the collar

His line colour would also be red, but not the jarring type but the sweet cherry type red and his scars will be closed up derezzed marks just like in this concept art

While his inner suit resembles Mara's with different lining

That's all I got for now, sorry if this was a long one and feel free to add your own