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Posted 6 years agohttps://furrylife.online/profile/249-clowbi/
I did the thing~
THE PROFILE MOVE IS TAKING FOREVER
HHHHHHH
The UI on FLO seems way better ; u ; I still adore FA and fully intend to be active on here~ I'm about half way done transferring watches over to the new account, but transferring art has barely started. HHHHHHH. sdifjf;ksljdf;dsoijfgsfd;g
I just wanna draw and start up rp again lmao
I did the thing~
THE PROFILE MOVE IS TAKING FOREVER
HHHHHHH
The UI on FLO seems way better ; u ; I still adore FA and fully intend to be active on here~ I'm about half way done transferring watches over to the new account, but transferring art has barely started. HHHHHHH. sdifjf;ksljdf;dsoijfgsfd;g
I just wanna draw and start up rp again lmao
Moving accounts & LIFE STUFF >:O
Posted 6 years agoI'm moving to 
clowbi ^^
With moving profiles, digital art practice, preparing to open commissions, organizing documents, getting ready to move out of my house (long-term project), part-time maid work, and just generally trying to get my life back together--things will be a little hectic! I will probably be slow to answer notes & comments for a bit! I'll make sure to respond to payment-related info of course, but personal convos will take me a bit longer ; u ;
o shid I need to get my license too.... that's a problem for next month Dx (yes, I am a useless pansexual & disability driving is not ideal ; u ; )
I'm sleeping and existing is difficult lol
I will also be re-posting my harem form with a link to the previous one~ Once things settle down, I'd actually like to get back into role playing ^^
clowbi ^^With moving profiles, digital art practice, preparing to open commissions, organizing documents, getting ready to move out of my house (long-term project), part-time maid work, and just generally trying to get my life back together--things will be a little hectic! I will probably be slow to answer notes & comments for a bit! I'll make sure to respond to payment-related info of course, but personal convos will take me a bit longer ; u ;
o shid I need to get my license too.... that's a problem for next month Dx (yes, I am a useless pansexual & disability driving is not ideal ; u ; )
I'm sleeping and existing is difficult lol
I will also be re-posting my harem form with a link to the previous one~ Once things settle down, I'd actually like to get back into role playing ^^
Help out some fellow furs!
Posted 6 years ago
Akkcre has some steep family medical bills they need help with! If you can grab a YCH from them or donate, it would help out a bunch!https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/9150108/
buncore has vet bills from medical treatments for their recently lost pet. They have PWYW comms available as well as a donation raffle! https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31473976/
Clowbi's memories Pt.1
Posted 6 years agoA VERY ROUGH DRAFT of Clowbi's backstory. Clowbi was heavily influenced by a D&D campaign as well as a collaborative effort between myself and some IRL buddies! This may be ret-conned at any point & is a biiig WIP! While Clowbi started out with a happy life (no tragic backstory) his quests / our campaign pretty quickly resulted in my pure baby cleric getting mighty big trauma. Trigger warnings!!! If I miss any, please let me know! Your comfort is really important to me ; A ; I try not to focus too heavily on his traumatic events, instead trying to focus on the effects they had on him and how they altered his state of being.
Critiques are heavily appreciated. It's been quite a long time since I have written... anything? ^^;
TW: sexual assault & degradation
Clowbi has had a rather long life. While most of his childhood was extremely happy, the day he became a traveling cleric would mark the end of his peaceful life. When one becomes an adventurer in the name of good, in the name of justice, and in the holy name of one’s patron…. One paints a target on their back, and the backs of those that are loved by them.
Clowbi had always been a shy and quiet boy. His natural social anxiety stopped him from really getting close to too many people. Despite this, the small farming village he grew up in was friendly and provided a nurturing home to him, with parents that truly loved him and a few friends that embraced him despite his difficulty with forming comfortable bonds with others.
In these days, most of the religious activities took place in temples. To expand their reach, many temples would send clerics and paladins to speak on behalf of their faith. These travelers would often pass through Clowbi’s home village and provide single-day sermons in the town’s small temple. One group in particular, a group of clerics serving Eldath, stayed in town a bit longer. They enjoyed the natural resources the town provided, and the small waterfall near the temple felt like a sign from their loving patron.
The clerics of Eldath carried a message of peace and understanding, as well as protection of the natural world. Clowbi found himself listening to many of these sermons and even joining the clerics in prayer. It is forbidden in most towns to bring any harm to clerics or paladins of Eldath, as their pacifist beliefs indicate that they do not fight unless they must. It didn’t take long for clowbi to officially join, and for the traveling clerics to end their journey in his hometown. The temple under no diety now served as a home for those who embrace the ideas of Eldath.
Over time, Clowbi became quite devout. He climbed the ranks, becoming a true cleric of ELdath, even receiving visions from the goddess. Upon receiving his third vision, the Paladin of his church approached him, suggesting that he travel under the protection and guidance of their beloved goddess. Chaotic dreams began to cloud the boy’s already troubled sleep. It became apparent that he would need to leave home and find allies through his travels to aid Eldath in the protection of their realm. Clowbi had never been more afraid in his life. A small and frail cleric who had never been outside his hometown was to begin an epic quest. His parents saw him off with plenty of provisions, including some very beautiful cakes and cookies. His friends gave him the warmest, most comforting send off. His temple gave him their highest blessings. His goddess provided his guidance on his travels, and filled with fear, pride, and excitement… He left his home a teary-eyed mess.
While he was frightened by the aspect of traveling, he was confident his goddess would lead him to safety. He knew that he had been chosen for an important job, but he couldn’t help but feel his goddess had chosen the wrong follower. He was aware of his cowardice, he could even be considered sickly—a frail boy, not even yet a man. His fear only grew stronger upon entering the first large city. As the manmade metals and concrete grew bigger and denser, his connection to his goddess grew foggier. It was as if the smog of the city was smothering her. He could no longer hear her voice—nothing but a whisper. He knew his duty. He was to find an ally in this disgusting place. He was given warning that the journey would bring him pain, but he was to survive through it. He was to always remember his goddess is with him, even when he can no longer feel her presence or hear her voice.
The temple in this city of strife was damaged, one could say it had fallen to ruin. It was a stark contrast to the beautiful natural temple he had grown up with. The only trace of nature were starving rats that gnawed at the pews. What took place here could scarcely be called prayer. What was likely once the home of a loving god had become the home for a god of strife. A diety of vengeance and pain. The “prayers” here were nothing but demands for the suffering of those who found themselves enemies of the residents.
His first true pain started in this place. A man clothed in decadent black silk. A false priest—no, a true priest. A man of a god who would oppose everything that this young cleric believed in. A dark cleric who paid his patron in suffering and greed. His eyes were filled with lust—Not the lust that clowbi had turned an eye from with flushed cheeks in his home. Not the lust that came hand-in-hand with love. A disgusting dark lust—one that oozed poison with every breath the man heaved and every word he hissed. There was an eerie kindness. The kind of embrace that harbors something sinister.
“Join me in prayer my child, you have come just in time for our ritual…”
A sacrifice.
His innocence.
His safety.
His light.
A tainted ritual took place that day, and the next. For weeks, the cleric found himself overpowered. He had become a sacrifice, a means of feeding this priest’s patron.
The light in the boy’s eyes slowly grew dark.
The pews filled with what looked to him to be demons each day.
Whispers filled with venom invaded his senses. A holy man had fallen. A disgusting beast. Was that disgusting thing a cleric? His robes and adornments torn from him and stained in blood.
How could that priest take something sacred and make it so detestable—how could this pain come from beauty.
Never once in his life had clowbi viewed sex as dirty. Never once has lust been tainted with hatred and gluttony. Never once had a holy act been painted as unholy. Now? These things. These… people? These monsters. They whisper harlot, whore, slut, dirt. He was less than garbage. And as they prayed, their words cut deep. A holy man? No. Clowbi couldn’t possibly be holy. No god would take such a creature. He was no longer innocent. He was no longer holy—these biting poisonous words enveloped him.
In his mind, the broken boy heard kind whispers, gently healing his wounds. These creatures could never take him from his goddess. Their cutting words were lies, and nothing but. She reassured him, and tried to caress him, though he was far too deep in the man-made hell. She could not hold him. She could barely heal him. All she could do was whisper her love and promise him that this will end soon. He is here to meet his first ally.
Tears stained the boy’s matted fur. At first the priest was pleased. He had been ready to toss his sacrifice out, having thoroughly broken him. He smirked, happy his fun didn’t have to end. He laughed until he saw the light in Clowbi’s eyes. A twisted smile. One filled with both rage and excitement… This boy was not broken. How dare he? How dare he not bend to this priest. How dare he recover and look so hopeful? But still, but still… this just means he must be broken once more.
As he went to work with a fresh sacrifice, the ritual began anew. Whispers again. Biting words. He feels no shame? He puts on such a performance--- and in his holy robes? This cleric is truly vile. Make him feel shame. He is a vile sinner. Tear him apart and take him from his god.
They could do nothing to this boy’s soul. He was as protected as he could be. He returned to his own prayer—his waterfall, his home. While they tried to take him into their ritual, he simply returned to his own. His pain dulled. He drowned them out. He only spoke of prayer and praise for his lady. He prayed harder—hoping these lost souls could find their way back to light. He even reached a select few. Too cowardly to take him with them.
This enraged the priest. He couldn’t feed his patron with such lackluster sorrow. The ritual intensified, and those who attended where only those who had lost their humanity. Battered and bloody, the boy was not present anymore for these rituals. Lost in a haze, he was only barely aware of his pain. His ally. He would survive, he would meet his ally, and he would resume his quest. Time blurred together, as did the faces of the cultists that bared down on him.
A whistle broke through the silence--- the priest was no longer on him. Five more whistles, the crowd thinned. Their poisonous prayers turned to pleads for life. Ten more whistles. The room fell silent.
Clowbi saw nothing, only black. He heard no words, only footsteps. He felt nothing as his consciousness gave out.
A tall man in adventuring gear had shot each and every cultist remaining, scooping up the battered cleric and taking him away from this corrupted temple.
Critiques are heavily appreciated. It's been quite a long time since I have written... anything? ^^;
TW: sexual assault & degradation
Clowbi has had a rather long life. While most of his childhood was extremely happy, the day he became a traveling cleric would mark the end of his peaceful life. When one becomes an adventurer in the name of good, in the name of justice, and in the holy name of one’s patron…. One paints a target on their back, and the backs of those that are loved by them.
Clowbi had always been a shy and quiet boy. His natural social anxiety stopped him from really getting close to too many people. Despite this, the small farming village he grew up in was friendly and provided a nurturing home to him, with parents that truly loved him and a few friends that embraced him despite his difficulty with forming comfortable bonds with others.
In these days, most of the religious activities took place in temples. To expand their reach, many temples would send clerics and paladins to speak on behalf of their faith. These travelers would often pass through Clowbi’s home village and provide single-day sermons in the town’s small temple. One group in particular, a group of clerics serving Eldath, stayed in town a bit longer. They enjoyed the natural resources the town provided, and the small waterfall near the temple felt like a sign from their loving patron.
The clerics of Eldath carried a message of peace and understanding, as well as protection of the natural world. Clowbi found himself listening to many of these sermons and even joining the clerics in prayer. It is forbidden in most towns to bring any harm to clerics or paladins of Eldath, as their pacifist beliefs indicate that they do not fight unless they must. It didn’t take long for clowbi to officially join, and for the traveling clerics to end their journey in his hometown. The temple under no diety now served as a home for those who embrace the ideas of Eldath.
Over time, Clowbi became quite devout. He climbed the ranks, becoming a true cleric of ELdath, even receiving visions from the goddess. Upon receiving his third vision, the Paladin of his church approached him, suggesting that he travel under the protection and guidance of their beloved goddess. Chaotic dreams began to cloud the boy’s already troubled sleep. It became apparent that he would need to leave home and find allies through his travels to aid Eldath in the protection of their realm. Clowbi had never been more afraid in his life. A small and frail cleric who had never been outside his hometown was to begin an epic quest. His parents saw him off with plenty of provisions, including some very beautiful cakes and cookies. His friends gave him the warmest, most comforting send off. His temple gave him their highest blessings. His goddess provided his guidance on his travels, and filled with fear, pride, and excitement… He left his home a teary-eyed mess.
While he was frightened by the aspect of traveling, he was confident his goddess would lead him to safety. He knew that he had been chosen for an important job, but he couldn’t help but feel his goddess had chosen the wrong follower. He was aware of his cowardice, he could even be considered sickly—a frail boy, not even yet a man. His fear only grew stronger upon entering the first large city. As the manmade metals and concrete grew bigger and denser, his connection to his goddess grew foggier. It was as if the smog of the city was smothering her. He could no longer hear her voice—nothing but a whisper. He knew his duty. He was to find an ally in this disgusting place. He was given warning that the journey would bring him pain, but he was to survive through it. He was to always remember his goddess is with him, even when he can no longer feel her presence or hear her voice.
The temple in this city of strife was damaged, one could say it had fallen to ruin. It was a stark contrast to the beautiful natural temple he had grown up with. The only trace of nature were starving rats that gnawed at the pews. What took place here could scarcely be called prayer. What was likely once the home of a loving god had become the home for a god of strife. A diety of vengeance and pain. The “prayers” here were nothing but demands for the suffering of those who found themselves enemies of the residents.
His first true pain started in this place. A man clothed in decadent black silk. A false priest—no, a true priest. A man of a god who would oppose everything that this young cleric believed in. A dark cleric who paid his patron in suffering and greed. His eyes were filled with lust—Not the lust that clowbi had turned an eye from with flushed cheeks in his home. Not the lust that came hand-in-hand with love. A disgusting dark lust—one that oozed poison with every breath the man heaved and every word he hissed. There was an eerie kindness. The kind of embrace that harbors something sinister.
“Join me in prayer my child, you have come just in time for our ritual…”
A sacrifice.
His innocence.
His safety.
His light.
A tainted ritual took place that day, and the next. For weeks, the cleric found himself overpowered. He had become a sacrifice, a means of feeding this priest’s patron.
The light in the boy’s eyes slowly grew dark.
The pews filled with what looked to him to be demons each day.
Whispers filled with venom invaded his senses. A holy man had fallen. A disgusting beast. Was that disgusting thing a cleric? His robes and adornments torn from him and stained in blood.
How could that priest take something sacred and make it so detestable—how could this pain come from beauty.
Never once in his life had clowbi viewed sex as dirty. Never once has lust been tainted with hatred and gluttony. Never once had a holy act been painted as unholy. Now? These things. These… people? These monsters. They whisper harlot, whore, slut, dirt. He was less than garbage. And as they prayed, their words cut deep. A holy man? No. Clowbi couldn’t possibly be holy. No god would take such a creature. He was no longer innocent. He was no longer holy—these biting poisonous words enveloped him.
In his mind, the broken boy heard kind whispers, gently healing his wounds. These creatures could never take him from his goddess. Their cutting words were lies, and nothing but. She reassured him, and tried to caress him, though he was far too deep in the man-made hell. She could not hold him. She could barely heal him. All she could do was whisper her love and promise him that this will end soon. He is here to meet his first ally.
Tears stained the boy’s matted fur. At first the priest was pleased. He had been ready to toss his sacrifice out, having thoroughly broken him. He smirked, happy his fun didn’t have to end. He laughed until he saw the light in Clowbi’s eyes. A twisted smile. One filled with both rage and excitement… This boy was not broken. How dare he? How dare he not bend to this priest. How dare he recover and look so hopeful? But still, but still… this just means he must be broken once more.
As he went to work with a fresh sacrifice, the ritual began anew. Whispers again. Biting words. He feels no shame? He puts on such a performance--- and in his holy robes? This cleric is truly vile. Make him feel shame. He is a vile sinner. Tear him apart and take him from his god.
They could do nothing to this boy’s soul. He was as protected as he could be. He returned to his own prayer—his waterfall, his home. While they tried to take him into their ritual, he simply returned to his own. His pain dulled. He drowned them out. He only spoke of prayer and praise for his lady. He prayed harder—hoping these lost souls could find their way back to light. He even reached a select few. Too cowardly to take him with them.
This enraged the priest. He couldn’t feed his patron with such lackluster sorrow. The ritual intensified, and those who attended where only those who had lost their humanity. Battered and bloody, the boy was not present anymore for these rituals. Lost in a haze, he was only barely aware of his pain. His ally. He would survive, he would meet his ally, and he would resume his quest. Time blurred together, as did the faces of the cultists that bared down on him.
A whistle broke through the silence--- the priest was no longer on him. Five more whistles, the crowd thinned. Their poisonous prayers turned to pleads for life. Ten more whistles. The room fell silent.
Clowbi saw nothing, only black. He heard no words, only footsteps. He felt nothing as his consciousness gave out.
A tall man in adventuring gear had shot each and every cultist remaining, scooping up the battered cleric and taking him away from this corrupted temple.
Looking for a Harem~ (Furs to get comms with!)
Posted 6 years ago
Hi there lovely lil' fluffbutts!
I have been getting a lot of artwork for clowbi subbing... and while he does tend to default to sub, he is very much a switch. I would like to start sketching and commissioning pieces where clowbi is being more dominant! Given that he is poly as hell and would love to be the prince of a harem.........
I'm looking for fur-friends that would allow me to draw their fursonas and use their designs in commissioned work. *THIS WOULD BE FREE AND YOUR PAGE WOULD BE CREDITED IN ANY WORK WITH YOUR SONA*
I could use my own fursona designs but... that's boring~ I'd much rather draw and get comms with furry friends!
💙 Doms, Subs, and Switches all welcome and appreciated 💙
💙 Any gender / body type 💙
What I'd like:
- Link to your ref
- Permission to draw your fursona in a sexual / romantic relationship with clowbi *CREDIT GIVEN*
- Permission to use your fursona in commissioned couples work *CREDIT GIVEN*
- A short description of your fursona's personality and any kinks / YOUR PREFERANCE FOR SFW/NSFW art. Clowbi and I are both extremely passionate about consent and comfort. Your sona will never be used in a manner that you are uncomfy with. If you ONLY want fluff, I'll only draw and request fluffy images~ 💙
💙 You also have permission to use clowbi in any of your commissions / freebies / personal art (ask if extreme fetish, but for the most part I still won't mind!)💙
💙Comment below with info please! I'd like to keep this journal up so I can keep track of permissions given 💙Fellow fur in-need of help!
Posted 6 years agohttp://www.furaffinity.net/view/31473976/
buncore
Please check this artist out. If you can donate or comm them it'd help! Their art is really lovely too!
buncorePlease check this artist out. If you can donate or comm them it'd help! Their art is really lovely too!
ACEN in Chicago
Posted 6 years agoHOIIII
I need to find my forum layouts so I can make my stuff all pretty and blue again... ANYWHO.
I'm not bringing my fursuit or my badges, but I'll be at ACEN (anime con) for FGO USA Tour. If you're going to be there feel free to poke meeeeeee <3
I'll probably be in my room most of con because anxiety, depression etc. BUT I'M STILL EXCITED.
My mental health is getting better slowly! HHH yepp I'm moderately alive HMU
prolly gonna make a few social media things for Clowbi once I'm more.... alive... lol
I need to find my forum layouts so I can make my stuff all pretty and blue again... ANYWHO.
I'm not bringing my fursuit or my badges, but I'll be at ACEN (anime con) for FGO USA Tour. If you're going to be there feel free to poke meeeeeee <3
I'll probably be in my room most of con because anxiety, depression etc. BUT I'M STILL EXCITED.
My mental health is getting better slowly! HHH yepp I'm moderately alive HMU
prolly gonna make a few social media things for Clowbi once I'm more.... alive... lol
AAAHHHHHH
Posted 6 years agoOkay, so seasonal depression absorbed me for a hot minute and my financial situation is less than ideal-- BUT I'm starting to get my energy back! Hopefully I can at least come back n talk to my buddies~
Also iff any of you fluff butts play fate grand order..... hit me up with that friend code.... I have ridiculous luck when it comes to games so I'm ready to assist the hell out of you~
Also iff any of you fluff butts play fate grand order..... hit me up with that friend code.... I have ridiculous luck when it comes to games so I'm ready to assist the hell out of you~
whelp i died lol
Posted 7 years agoAlrighty, your friendly mun cai/clowbi here.
so i lost my health care this year and despite getting back on it, due to the dipshit in office I can't get meds that keep me from actually dying
so that's neat
been in and out of emergency rooms all year and my broke ass is still looking for a CAREER
got some cleaning jobbos and a nice big savings built up, but an actual salary and legit health care would be mighty hella.
So i'm drowning my sorrows in fursona art and bad dragon dicks
yeet bitch lol
(don't worry plz! I'm not SUPER okay, but I'm okay enough! I have friends I love a ton, a loving mate, and a supportive fam *at least the ones i live with*. so i'll be okay! just gotta get a career going and we'll be golden until my brain hecks up lol)
so i lost my health care this year and despite getting back on it, due to the dipshit in office I can't get meds that keep me from actually dying
so that's neat
been in and out of emergency rooms all year and my broke ass is still looking for a CAREER
got some cleaning jobbos and a nice big savings built up, but an actual salary and legit health care would be mighty hella.
So i'm drowning my sorrows in fursona art and bad dragon dicks
yeet bitch lol
(don't worry plz! I'm not SUPER okay, but I'm okay enough! I have friends I love a ton, a loving mate, and a supportive fam *at least the ones i live with*. so i'll be okay! just gotta get a career going and we'll be golden until my brain hecks up lol)
Inactive for a few weeks 💙🐾
Posted 7 years agoHihi dears! Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be inactive for a while! I have a small commission business for furby customization on tumblr! I haven't talked about it much on here but there's been a TON of death in the family this year, and I've been struggling with my health. My insurance company has made getting my very very important medication difficult to get. These issues delayed my commission work by a month or so. My customers have been patient with me, but I really need to get their orders done.
The next few weeks are going to be dedicated to finishing commissions and applying for an accounting job. I'll be back soon with lots of Clowbi spam and I MAY try to be more active in the community, starting to involve people in my page and some fun YCH stuff.
I'll still be checking my notes n stuff but not as frequently and people might get "left on read"if I'm working.
HAVE A WONDERFUL NIIIIGHT!!!!! 💙🐾
The next few weeks are going to be dedicated to finishing commissions and applying for an accounting job. I'll be back soon with lots of Clowbi spam and I MAY try to be more active in the community, starting to involve people in my page and some fun YCH stuff.
I'll still be checking my notes n stuff but not as frequently and people might get "left on read"if I'm working.
HAVE A WONDERFUL NIIIIGHT!!!!! 💙🐾
Rambling~
Posted 7 years agoIn a super low spike today, barely any energy and a pretty shit mood despite having all my meds. That being said, still functioning and much easier to put things in a positive light!
I'm super unhappy with the clerical robe artwork I submitted yesterday-- it ended up having a VERY inconsistent feeling and I neglected to add a lot of details due to just plain laziness. But!!! I learned a ton and am kinda excited to try again later!
Later tonight or sometime this week, I'll post something talking about Clowbi and how he came to be etc.
I'm still MIA on all my other social media pages. I just got home after an insane few weeks and camping out in a quiet place is just ideal right now 💙🐾
I'm super unhappy with the clerical robe artwork I submitted yesterday-- it ended up having a VERY inconsistent feeling and I neglected to add a lot of details due to just plain laziness. But!!! I learned a ton and am kinda excited to try again later!
Later tonight or sometime this week, I'll post something talking about Clowbi and how he came to be etc.
I'm still MIA on all my other social media pages. I just got home after an insane few weeks and camping out in a quiet place is just ideal right now 💙🐾
🔞Smut rp rules & info🔞
Posted 7 years ago🔞Smut rp rules & info🔞
🐾 All smut rp is non-canon to Clowbi & considered AU
🐾 NO FIRST-PERSON RP (first person is often triggery for me unless I know you & trust that you know this is a character, even if they heavily represent me.)
🐾 NO PEDOPHILIA
🐾 Clowbi is a switch but heavily prefers subbing
🐾 non-con is okay, just specify if you want it to be happy non-con or upset non-con. Clowbi is a happy lil subby slut by default ☆
🐾 tentacles, orcs, & other monsters get you extra points lol
🐾 Seriously plz. Monsters n rough doms are ideal. Kidnap him.
🐾 NONSEXUAL RP IS A-OKAY OBV!!!! You can just kidnap him for cuddles kisses n paw squishes ☆
🐾 I'm a tired spoonie n might not have the oomph to rp, please be patient
🐾 torture, gore, etc are fine but you have to be willing to talk ooc xD torture porn isn't something I want to be immersed in lmao
🐾 Clowbi can have a dick or vagina so do what you will~
🐾 idk I'm a kinky mother fucker, just ask.
New user is new...
Posted 11 years agoI am a brand-new user of FA, and I have legitimately NO IDEA what I'm doing. I'm working on my first partial of my mutt Caia (most prominent genes are American Eskimo dog and Beagle) and practising sketching anthros and stuff. So... Yeah. Call me cai, I'm a loli puppy girl, I love everything, and I am VERY confused.... ALL THE TIME... I am also currently a shy little hermit... I talk A BUNCH in-person after I'm used to a person... I type long messages when I do talk, but I don't talk often. C:
So... HI FUZZBUTTS <3
-Cai
So... HI FUZZBUTTS <3
-Cai
