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PIXEL ART COMMISSION PARTY!
Posted 9 years agohttp://www.furaffinity.net/view/20878843/
Just do you know, this is still going on and I am having a really fun time making these :)
Just do you know, this is still going on and I am having a really fun time making these :)
LAST NIGHT OF THE AUCTION
Posted 9 years agoThat's right, it's the last night to bid on these eggs and see who's waiting inside for some monster loving! You don't even have to walk 10km for it!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/205.....#cid:110204650
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/205.....#cid:110204650
New auction: Eggsoptables!
Posted 9 years agohttp://www.furaffinity.net/view/205.....#cid:110204650
Just to let you know, I have a new auction up for eggdoptable characters. If you win the auction, you get the final character design art to use.
Just to let you know, I have a new auction up for eggdoptable characters. If you win the auction, you get the final character design art to use.
New commission! Backstage Passes!
Posted 9 years agohttp://www.furaffinity.net/view/19905013/ <-- submission info right here
Furnal Equinox 2017's theme of Rock The Fandom deserves some appropriate badges, doesn't it? From now until February 2017, I will be running backstage commissions in batches of 10 to ensure a managable queue.
The cost per badge is $25 to $125, depending on complexity. Printing, cutting, shipping, and laminating is an additional $25 though I strongly advocate you save this and go to a local print shop instead.
FAQ:
What's the turnaround time?
Current maximum turnaround is 5 days depending on research and complexity. This is subject to change once I find work.
Is there anything you won't draw:
Keep it somewhere between PG-13 and R, please. and related to your preferred artist. While I'm reserving the right to say no, the circumstances have to be pretty extreme there.
How do I pay?
By Paypal, preferably unless you're in Canada. If you're in Canada, I prefer it if you use Interac email money transfer.
Are your prices in USD or CAD?
CAD.
Why do you strongly advocating going to a print shop?
First, you're supporting a local business. Second, I've been trying to find a new main print shop where I am as my former one is now about an hour bus ride away. That's an hour I could use to work on other passes.
Will this actually get me backstage anywhere?
No, it's not psychic paper, sorry.
When is this open?
Now!
Furnal Equinox 2017's theme of Rock The Fandom deserves some appropriate badges, doesn't it? From now until February 2017, I will be running backstage commissions in batches of 10 to ensure a managable queue.
The cost per badge is $25 to $125, depending on complexity. Printing, cutting, shipping, and laminating is an additional $25 though I strongly advocate you save this and go to a local print shop instead.
FAQ:
What's the turnaround time?
Current maximum turnaround is 5 days depending on research and complexity. This is subject to change once I find work.
Is there anything you won't draw:
Keep it somewhere between PG-13 and R, please. and related to your preferred artist. While I'm reserving the right to say no, the circumstances have to be pretty extreme there.
How do I pay?
By Paypal, preferably unless you're in Canada. If you're in Canada, I prefer it if you use Interac email money transfer.
Are your prices in USD or CAD?
CAD.
Why do you strongly advocating going to a print shop?
First, you're supporting a local business. Second, I've been trying to find a new main print shop where I am as my former one is now about an hour bus ride away. That's an hour I could use to work on other passes.
Will this actually get me backstage anywhere?
No, it's not psychic paper, sorry.
When is this open?
Now!
Furnal Equinox Photos!!
Posted 9 years agoFinally, that felt like it took forever! Though realistically it only took a couple of days. You can see the photos that made it here:
https://flic.kr/s/aHskwQdDUG
https://flic.kr/s/aHskwQdDUG
The Real World Creep (a poem post Furnal Equinox)
Posted 9 years agoI am home.
-I am standing bewildered in a hotel lobby, looking for event registration.
-I am unpacking my things and setting up at a gay campground.
-I am sipping a coffee three blocks away from a well known, medium sized concert hall/club.
I am home.
-I sign in and notice in the throng of people how many are wearing ears and tails. There are even some already in a full fursuit. Everything is hectic and I’m trying to get my bearings.
-My tent is ready on my friends’ site and already I’ve gotten to know the neighbours, almost in a race to see who could strip down first. Woofs and grrs are exchanged.
-I’m lined up now with other people waiting to visit a well established cult artist. In line, we speculate on the setlists. Would Greg play “The Lure Would Prove Too Much?” (He didn’t) Would Amanda play “Bigger on the Inside?” (She did.)
I am home.
-What starts with nervous steps leads to an almost chaotic rush between panels, dealers, artists, dancing, with more and more people with colourful ears and tails and fursuits of every colour and shape you could imagine.
-We move between the pool and our sites and the food like clockwork. The events are great and optional under such a wide, blue sky with enough clouds to keep us warm in the woods tonight after the dance.
-I am standing in the crowd, pop in hand (though I do wish it was more than that) and looking at the stage setup alongside everyone around me, waiting for that moment that the person we’re here to see steps onto the stage.
I am home.
I was not born in these places, but these places have something that says home to me.
I am home surrounded by big, hairy, gay men, knowing that we’ve had a similar experience.
I am home at these concerts of niche and cult artists, because the crowd all found something I did that resonated with them.
I am home with the furries who defy every convention of sex, gender, and species to bring out not just who and what they are but who and what they want to be.
I am at home in these places where the eyes of those who have seen it all meet those whose eyes have just opened to possibility.
I am home where the minds of the hive converge and configure new intelligence and gossip and all of the best and worst we have in ourselves to offer.
I am home as I take photos during the Fursuit Parade. I am home as I make out in the pool leading to a rendezvous later. I am home as the artist takes the stage to riotous applause.
I am home because here I’m not such a loser or a freak. I am home because we have something in common.
I am home because, through sheer force of will, I want it to be home.
And it is.
Until it’s over.
The bags are packed, hugs and goodbyes, the last encore is done and someone’s swiped the setlist before I could.
A kiss before the airport shuttle and the city bus separate, causing a divide more painful than you can imagine. Check out of the camp, exit the hall and try to find a way back to home.
And it hits me: None of these people have tails or ears or fursuits. Why is that man wearing pants? That is not right. You, sir, remove your pants this instant! What do you mean you’ve never heard this song!? And there’s the real world looming over.
It’s the real world of shirts and ties and jobs and school and everything we do because we think we’re supposed to because someone thought it would be a good idea, not knowing what harm it would cause.
It’s the real world that denies me what I am and denies those who deserve the accolades.
It’s the real world these brief visits hold at bay for a little while and it’s the real world that weighs on me as I walk to my apartment. Back hurting, feet burning, the whole time wishing I could extend my stay, all of our stays, just that little bit longer.
Thanks to the internet, I can’t say I’m going cold turkey, but it’s very lukewarm at this point.
And I poke my head out on Twitter or Facebook and say “This was fun! Can’t wait for the next one!”
And I can’t, not really, because for an all too brief moment,
I was home.
-I am standing bewildered in a hotel lobby, looking for event registration.
-I am unpacking my things and setting up at a gay campground.
-I am sipping a coffee three blocks away from a well known, medium sized concert hall/club.
I am home.
-I sign in and notice in the throng of people how many are wearing ears and tails. There are even some already in a full fursuit. Everything is hectic and I’m trying to get my bearings.
-My tent is ready on my friends’ site and already I’ve gotten to know the neighbours, almost in a race to see who could strip down first. Woofs and grrs are exchanged.
-I’m lined up now with other people waiting to visit a well established cult artist. In line, we speculate on the setlists. Would Greg play “The Lure Would Prove Too Much?” (He didn’t) Would Amanda play “Bigger on the Inside?” (She did.)
I am home.
-What starts with nervous steps leads to an almost chaotic rush between panels, dealers, artists, dancing, with more and more people with colourful ears and tails and fursuits of every colour and shape you could imagine.
-We move between the pool and our sites and the food like clockwork. The events are great and optional under such a wide, blue sky with enough clouds to keep us warm in the woods tonight after the dance.
-I am standing in the crowd, pop in hand (though I do wish it was more than that) and looking at the stage setup alongside everyone around me, waiting for that moment that the person we’re here to see steps onto the stage.
I am home.
I was not born in these places, but these places have something that says home to me.
I am home surrounded by big, hairy, gay men, knowing that we’ve had a similar experience.
I am home at these concerts of niche and cult artists, because the crowd all found something I did that resonated with them.
I am home with the furries who defy every convention of sex, gender, and species to bring out not just who and what they are but who and what they want to be.
I am at home in these places where the eyes of those who have seen it all meet those whose eyes have just opened to possibility.
I am home where the minds of the hive converge and configure new intelligence and gossip and all of the best and worst we have in ourselves to offer.
I am home as I take photos during the Fursuit Parade. I am home as I make out in the pool leading to a rendezvous later. I am home as the artist takes the stage to riotous applause.
I am home because here I’m not such a loser or a freak. I am home because we have something in common.
I am home because, through sheer force of will, I want it to be home.
And it is.
Until it’s over.
The bags are packed, hugs and goodbyes, the last encore is done and someone’s swiped the setlist before I could.
A kiss before the airport shuttle and the city bus separate, causing a divide more painful than you can imagine. Check out of the camp, exit the hall and try to find a way back to home.
And it hits me: None of these people have tails or ears or fursuits. Why is that man wearing pants? That is not right. You, sir, remove your pants this instant! What do you mean you’ve never heard this song!? And there’s the real world looming over.
It’s the real world of shirts and ties and jobs and school and everything we do because we think we’re supposed to because someone thought it would be a good idea, not knowing what harm it would cause.
It’s the real world that denies me what I am and denies those who deserve the accolades.
It’s the real world these brief visits hold at bay for a little while and it’s the real world that weighs on me as I walk to my apartment. Back hurting, feet burning, the whole time wishing I could extend my stay, all of our stays, just that little bit longer.
Thanks to the internet, I can’t say I’m going cold turkey, but it’s very lukewarm at this point.
And I poke my head out on Twitter or Facebook and say “This was fun! Can’t wait for the next one!”
And I can’t, not really, because for an all too brief moment,
I was home.
Stream is up!!
Posted 10 years agohttps://www.picarto.tv/live/channel.....shyTheBearDorc
See you there! Of course, it is NSFW and adult
See you there! Of course, it is NSFW and adult
Cut Paper Portrait commissions are OPEN!
Posted 10 years agohttp://www.furaffinity.net/commissi.....mashythebearc/
These are fun, visually interesting portraits and icons that look pretty friggin' rad. And it's all scalable vector art so you can look interesting at any resolution!
Sign up today! I have 10 slots available.
These are fun, visually interesting portraits and icons that look pretty friggin' rad. And it's all scalable vector art so you can look interesting at any resolution!
Sign up today! I have 10 slots available.
Good Luck and Don't Fuck It Up
Posted 10 years agoMy linework is not very good when it comes to more cartoon/anthro art. I know this. Ashton works because the lines were thin enough to work out in comparison to the big, bright colours. The Red Bull, a quick drawing I admit, had the usual components of a figure drawing to it, but my linework in a digital setting is still lacking.
This means I have to practice, seek tutorials and feedback and whanot.
In the meantime, while I practice that, if any of you have linework that you don't want to colour or can't be bothered to do up, let me know. I'm really enjoying colouring so far!
This means I have to practice, seek tutorials and feedback and whanot.
In the meantime, while I practice that, if any of you have linework that you don't want to colour or can't be bothered to do up, let me know. I'm really enjoying colouring so far!
To Orc or not to Orc
Posted 10 years agoAros posted a link on twitter to this article: http://gaygamer.net/2015/07/monstro.....ir-lgbtq-fans/ and it's rather interesting. It also makes me wonder about my choices. Like, why are my characters orcs? Why didn't I go with a bear when most bears are a lateral step away from furries as it is?
Power fantasy? Yup, but only in the physical strength sense. Sex appeal? Sure, I mean, come on. Questions about self image? That's the one. See, I'm bipolar and my orcsonae, after a bit of thought, are really emblematic of what I go through. Orcs are typically pure in their emotions. That's what drew me to them.
Smashy, as a character, is happy go lucky if very, very accident prone and less than patient with things. He's a manifestation of my manic phases. Smashy is fun, a force of nature in happiness and joy and, if he were raised in an orc village properly, would just view raids as a way of meeting new friends. His kill count would be exactly zero.
Then there's Crash, Smashy's fraternal twin. Crash was given form last night, a proper idea. I had an idea for a shapeshifting comic where my orc's colour would best describe my disposition. Crash is mostly a recolour, they're twins, but he's a blue orc. He's sad, preferring to be left alone, cries a lot, and typically stays out of raiding parties. Smashy tries his best though, still loves his brother, and tries to keep Crash's brute, sonic-scream style strength from causing damage to everyone in a 5km radius.
So I'm basically exploring my own mood disorder by giving it names and characterization to better express and control it.
If anyone else has experience with this, please contact me, I'd love some input!
Power fantasy? Yup, but only in the physical strength sense. Sex appeal? Sure, I mean, come on. Questions about self image? That's the one. See, I'm bipolar and my orcsonae, after a bit of thought, are really emblematic of what I go through. Orcs are typically pure in their emotions. That's what drew me to them.
Smashy, as a character, is happy go lucky if very, very accident prone and less than patient with things. He's a manifestation of my manic phases. Smashy is fun, a force of nature in happiness and joy and, if he were raised in an orc village properly, would just view raids as a way of meeting new friends. His kill count would be exactly zero.
Then there's Crash, Smashy's fraternal twin. Crash was given form last night, a proper idea. I had an idea for a shapeshifting comic where my orc's colour would best describe my disposition. Crash is mostly a recolour, they're twins, but he's a blue orc. He's sad, preferring to be left alone, cries a lot, and typically stays out of raiding parties. Smashy tries his best though, still loves his brother, and tries to keep Crash's brute, sonic-scream style strength from causing damage to everyone in a 5km radius.
So I'm basically exploring my own mood disorder by giving it names and characterization to better express and control it.
If anyone else has experience with this, please contact me, I'd love some input!
