#night elf worgen

[shetolaeart]

elf queen met cursed wolf man.

seems like its going well, no?

[causeofcalamity]

Art from 2020 on the left, compared to 2023 on the right! Really happy with my progress as an artist these past few years, I've definitely grown!

[hallowed-kyrkogrim]

So I remade him for the 3rd time Cyodren Stormfrost~

[erikailustra]

I gave a little update on an old sketch.💙💚 Their pose is based on "The Painter's Honeymoon" piece by Frederic Leighton. No time for new things, the cold from last week messed up my schedule! 😅

[thetantiger]

sorry I couldn't actually get this out on the day I had some shit come up but WOOOO I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE (they're like me!!)

[howliteart]

Oop never posted these. I did some sketched portraits for a few of my WoW characters on Toyhouse who either had no art or very old art.

There's more to do but I got stuck after Rurik's because I wanted him to look more unique past "grey worgen dk" but didn't know how to OTL (and idk why I didn't draw his armor)

Also hi first actual drawing of Brimrose (my DH)

[samschlong]

sometimes i just pick a WoW race to draw cause theyre fuuuuuun

[ragrfisk]

Just some sketches playing with the symmetry tool.

[illidari-wolf]

posting my kiddos on here

[findmeinshattrath]

The Worgen are officially returning to Gilneas in Patch 10.2.5: Seeds of Renewal!

Love Worgen so I hope this will be great! I'm not sure what it's going to look like in-game, probably no new capital city, but I hope it at least ends up actually visibly populated. If it does, one thing I'm hoping for from this is that there will end up being a sizeable Night Elf presence when it's rebuilt, maybe in the Blackwald or the woods near the Greymane Wall. Just something to show the bond between the two still going, you know?

[elyoncatnecoe]

sketches

[lilacwitchart]

Part 6 of my Dragonflight Armor Series: Aberrus! I had so much fun with this, all of these sets are so cool.

[darkenaz-art]

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[drekkydrimm]

Spirit of Spring and King of the Underworld 🌿 🌙

K'irukhe, winner of Patreon Poll, with her betrothed, Velkrath the Death Knight~ Their story and themes reminds me of those of Hades & Persephone 🌸 ❄️

The very image of Ki is shaped by the magic of nature itself - in the wake of the time-skip, she fell into a deep slumber, coming not unchanged, now even further away from a Night Elf - and closer,,, to a Wild God? 🦌 🦋

[erikailustra]

Paladin and Priest (of the Moon)

Sketches of them to start the week.

[thetantiger]

Pride Doodles 2024!

Most of these are based off of real things I saw when me and my husband went to a pride faire this year, with my own goofy OCs as inserts. I'm going to talk about that a little bit and what it meant for me under the cut, but if you're just here for the art, all you need to know is: shoutout to that samoyed with the rainbow-dyed tail I saw.

So in order to really put into perspective as to why this pride event in particular was so meaningful to me (though, if you, reading this, are queer yourself, I'm sure the feeling isn't unfamiliar to you), let me give you a little bit of backstory. I live in rural Indiana, which is a statement in of itself. Last year I was unable to attend any pride events because me and my husband were getting married in June and, as you can imagine, being a bride the month leading up to such an event is an extremely busy time, lmao. If we could have fit it into the schedule I'm certain we would have, but it was just not possible at the time. Usually, I attend some sort of pride event every year.

Additionally, my husband's family is.. not the most supportive. I am bisexual and genderfluid, as well as demisexual (though this is not public knowledge in my real life, I'm not exactly closeted about it, I just don't bring it up a lot) and questioning polyamorous (which me and my husband are closeted about). Many members of his family regularly and casually use homophobic slurs (as well as racial ones) but his grandmother in particular is the main issue. When I first started dating my now-husband I was very forthcoming with the fact that I am genderfluid and this resulted in her somehow managing to find a way to steer the conversation into political debates surrounding trans people (trans people in sports, HRT, etc) every single time me and her interacted without fail. She has since at least slowed down about this, but highlights of conversations I've had with her since include: A, her questioning whether or not I'm actually bisexual because I've never been physically intimate with a woman (apparently being in a six month long committed relationship with somebody who thought they were a woman at the time [they're out as a trans man now] is not "bisexual enough"), B, her consistently pressuring me to dress more "feminine" because "your husband will like it better," and most recently C, where she made an entire event at dinner in a public restaurant while we were discussing planning to go to this pride faire, arguing that there should be a "straight pride parade" (and my father-in-law, bless his heart, proposed that it was as stupid as saying there should be a white history month, to which my grandmother-in-law vehemently claimed that there should be because "straight white people have been oppressed too"). I physically had to get up and leave the restaurant.

Anyway this is all to say that I was feeling particularly insecure about myself leading up to this event. It was repeatedly hammered into me that who I am was not worthy of acceptance or validation or love and even though I pride myself on being an extremely honest person about who I am and what I believe in, I felt myself repressing those things about myself. My husband has supported me through all of this (and sincerely, to that post about "please don't bring your straight cis male partners to pride," suck my fucking dick) and I cannot thank him enough for his unconditional reassurance that he loves who I am. As a matter of fact his parents were supposed to accompany us to the event but they flaked out on us, and he expressed great disappointment because he knew I was struggling with myself and that his grandmother was being bigoted and hateful and he wanted his parents to express their support by tagging along.

And then we got there.

I saw people flying their flags as capes upon their backs. I saw supportive ally parents walking alongside their kids. I saw service dogs with pride-themed vests. I saw lesbians with hand-knitted crop tops in orange and white and pink and I saw polyamorous couples enjoying each other's presence and I saw a trans woman in bright red mesh clothing and red leather heeled boots. I saw vendors selling vibrators and leather bondage harnesses with gay furry art decaled on the side of the tent and original graphic tees with giant cocks on them and yet no scarcity of asexual flags anywhere. I was offered free healthcare (though unfortunately we had crossed state lines to attend this event so I couldn't take advantage of it) and STI/STD tests and I stopped somebody to compliment their extremely well-made (and cool-looking) fursuit head and somebody else stopped me to compliment my shirt. I saw a guy just strutting down the street with his abs out, I saw amputees, I saw black women with fishnet stockings and pride-themed makeup and at least three pairs of men I'm nearly certain were partners and I felt at home. I was stopped by an older woman, who offered me a "glitter blessing." I asked what that was and she half-explained it to me and I offered her my hand. She put glitter on my hand, and told me I was loved, that I was accepted, that there will always be a place for me, and to never lose my sparkle and I cried right there in the street.

To see so many people come together, to love each other (platonically or otherwise!) unconditionally and to support one another, to craft a safe space for each other and to see people like me, unapologetic and unfiltered.. it meant the world to me. It meant everything to me.

My online friends are extremely supportive of me and my 60+ characters that are almost all unanimously queer. I've expressed insecurity about making so many of them queer, convinced it was redundant or tiring or "shoving it down their throat" and was only met with "okay and? make that bitch gay anyway." I can't thank them enough either, but sometimes you'll always run into that person that will never accept who you are no matter how "palatable" you attempt to make yourself. No matter how many shavings of yourself you lose trying desperately to smooth out the edges to please other people. No matter how much you try to conform.

So.. I've been reminded of something: to be myself. No matter how much I have to kick and claw and bite and gnash, nothing is more important than being myself. Nothing is more important than never losing myself for the illusion of acceptance from people who will never be convinced anyway.

Nothing is more important than never losing my sparkle, one could say. But perhaps that's a little cheesy.

And to anybody that can't publicly celebrate, to people that have to stay closeted for any reason, whether you're in a country that'll kill you for it or a household that'll leave you homeless for it or maybe you're just simply not ready yet, as I've said before; know that you being alive as a queer person is a radical protest in of itself to those who would have it otherwise.

I love you so much. Happy pride <3