#lets go furries!!!

[sailor-crusader]

My brother once said that a piece of furry art I showed him was not really furry because "furry is a certain style." The art in question was an anthropomorphic purple cat which was quite literally tagged "furry." But apparently, it doesn't count because??? He couldn't elaborate obviously since he had no actual logic behind it yet had the gall to be all pretentious about it. BITCH YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!

non furries are so annoying about the semantics of calling something a furry. "erm wouldnt that be like.. a feathery???" its an avian and its still a furry. ok yes you can call the slug a slimy thats funny. but these are all fursonas. unless theyre not. i hope this hurts you

[chirrups]

when in doubt, dog it out

[civetcider]

Dock Talk! (she/her for both)

[puppppppppy]

me when the laikas comet. is this anything

@laikascomet

[warmfuzzyanimal]

tears of the cowdom 💧

[violet-catsarelife]

so I saw the panels from Titans Beast World and blacked out.

He's the goodest good boy. So what if he ate a raccoon. and maybe killed some people. So what.

Look at him all curled up!! He deserves all the headpats and scritches🥰

(said panels under cut)

[patrothestupid]

Fish-erguy

[reesieroo-spark]

My favorite starters!!!

[pickledsodapop]

MORE QUEER ART!!!

[bigcatbulges]

Source - salz_sop

(Artist's Booth and Pixiv)

[ack-cough]

He/him lesbian StormCatcher apon thee!!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 321

You know Content Warning? Lethal Company but youtube videoing? 

Danny does that- just well, with the Zone. It’s not like it can be mapped out, what with people moving their Lairs and more lairs and islands constantly manifesting. And well, there’s so many things out here, and it’s not like he can be an astronaut.

So, he decided to make exploration logs for the Zone instead, alongside his friends and a doppelganger or two holding equipment. It’s great, and people can donate whenever he live streams so he’s getting income too. 

He just erm, maybe should have double checked it was uploaded to just his dimension…

[werewolfaday]

pls. mlm werewolves when. we r dying over here

I am a lesbian 🫶 this is why I draw so many lesbian werewolves. I’m not a corporation you can’t demand representation from me like that!

BUT ofc I’m going to draw mlm werewolves at some point. Just remember, I’m doing this for free and bc I love werewolves not bc I’m catering to a specific audience lol. There are also soooo many mlm anthro/furry artists out there already holy shit I promise. I may not fill that niche and that’s okay!!

[naffeclipse]

Toying around with a sort of Apex Polarity spin involving Sun and Moon and having them as Arctic Fox type of creatures (think werewolf monster body types but fox style) and Y/N is an Arctic Hare-esque humanoid mythical being with white fur and long ears tipped in black. Of course, it's set in the Arctic tundra. Thinking of calling it Of Fox Maws.

You've seen the fox men before. They'll skirt the outsides of the large valley you like to go to gather arctic willow and sedge out of the snow. Their eyes glint in the harsh Arctic light, watching you. You warily tense your legs, always ready to bolt should the two fiends decide they're hungry enough to attempt to chase you down.

You can't trust foxes.

But you always skip away, out of sight and far from the terror of what could easily be your last day. This happens for a season. Sometimes, they attempt to creep closer in plain view but you turn tail and run, ducking behind snowy hills and hiding low until you're certain they're gone.

Once, you were caught off guard in the middle of your foraging. One voice called softly out to you. You jumped back and found the fox men too close, almost within lunging distance—your little heart fluttered as if to take flight and escape—but you ran and ran and ran until you couldn't breathe. Then, you look behind you.

The fox men were nowhere to be found.

One day, you're amid a rocky field of purple saxifrage, happily picking blossoms to toss in your mouth while twisting your long ears this way and that to listen in for any predators or creeping fox men that might try to break your little neck in their vulpine jaws. You never expected the teeth to come from the ground you placed your foot on. A snap of metal. A bone crack. You're bitten by something cold and terrible, and it chains you to the ground. Terrible pain eats your leg as blood, crimson among the snow and rocks, begins to drip down your fur.

You panic. Such is your nature. You thrash and struggle while the metal trap digs deeper into your leg. The safety of daylight begins to fade as exhaustion and fear begin to take hold, and then you see them. Their glinting eyes, their sharp ears narrowed, their fur white and strangely marked with colorful swirls on their underside, their claws scraping over the ground as they come closer and closer.

You cry it in your terror—you could always run before. They talk low and soft to you, one anxiously coaxing you to stop moving, to stop hurting yourself, but you tug and struggle in your wild franticness. The teeth keep biting your leg—you flounder before a set of arms catches you, pinning you down with strange gold and red fur on his chest that warms your deathly chilled body. You scream but another set of hands holds down your caught leg—this one with deep blue and silver swirls in the fur on his chest. You dissolve in the horror of the end that will come from too many jaws—

A musical steel note plays when he breaks the chain in half with his raw strength. You keep thrashing, struggling to get away, but the fox men are too strong, and the one holding you keeps asking you to stop being frightened—they only want to help. The other digs his dark claws into the metal trap and pries it apart as the other drags you out of reach of the contraption maw, and you cry from the pain of it all.

The two begin yipping and fussing. When they press their hands to the bleeding bite mark on your leg, the anguish overwhelms you until all you see is white, then nothing.

They become frantic at your slumped form and all the blood on your silky white fur. Sun takes to your wound and Moon takes you in his arms, and keeping pressure on the strange bite, they carry you back to their den. There, you'll be safe and warm, and there, they can help you with your broken leg.

Hopefully, you won't keep screaming when you wake up. (You will.)

[corantus]

lauderdale [he/she] for @shinemyshoesbro ! woohhg

[felicore]

Gonna have a mini rant here again

This is on tiktok so not directed at anyone here! Dw.. I love my tumblr audience sm ur so sweet

Im starting to get super irritated at the nerds in my tiktok comment section yapping about Amanda not fitting the breed standard for Doberman when THATS THE POINT! That’s the point of Dobermandy’s design.

When I say breed standard I don’t mean her literal breeding. In my au both of her parents are purebred doberman, I’m solely talking about ppl bringing up cropping and docking standards in my comments. I try to keep her appearance itself very close to how Doberman actually look while still retaining shawnees features!

With Amanda, she was fully natural before she met John, before her trap. It was only after the fact that John cropped her ears when initiating her. But he did a BAD JOB. John isn’t a medical professional I’m sorry. He cut her ears without anaesthetic and with scissors, her ability to endure this pain proves her loyalty to him.

She doesn’t have a docked tail because simply; it limits her emotion. Much like when a dog is docked in the real world, it’s harder to read emotion from her tail if it is only a nub; also. Everyone loves her cute wagging tail. That’s the point of it being there.

The thing with Dobermandy is that her tail shows her emotion clearly at all times, Hoffman has a problem with that because he hates joy and whimsy. Lawrence in comparison has a short tail and he can control it better, but since Amanda is already really unstable she is incapable of it and her tail will always tell you what she’s really feeling.

Anyway rant over