#furry family members

[canisalbus]

you mentioned your nsfw twitter is locked (i dont really use twitter) does that mean its private for only ppl you know or like to verify 18+?

It means you can't view the posts before you've sent a follow request and I've manually accepted it.

The bar is low, I usually just take a cursory glance at your bio to check you're not underage or giving me Major Bad Vibes.

I know it's the internet and I can't expect to fully control who gets to see this stuff, but I like to think it at least keeps it somewhat contained from spilling outside of it's intended audience.

#answered #ensiasilverash #there isn't anything scandalous in there my spice is very mild #I know some members of my extended family have found out about my main account which I already don't love #I don't want them looking at my lukewarm gay furry smut as well

[thebadgerssett]

I'm partial to Melody's palette in the 1999 adaptation of HxH, but the grey is growing on me! (Checkmarks indicate the designs I'm leaning towards; I'm really liking the bottom grey.) She's been one of my favourite designs to translate so far!

#hunter x hunter #hxh #melody #senritsu #furry #had a hard time uploading this: #Was in the middle of it & then needed to assist with a 911 call for a family member in another city #Once that was done I got back to it but then was accosted by another family member to take the dog out! #and now here we are an hour later #my art #fanart

[solarpawbs]

new oc!! been rlly fixated on sparklecare/cometcare lately :33

#character is based on my hyperfix on the series! #also relates to some trauma i got with my wanting top surgery being labelled “mutilation” by some family members #just a silly lil coping oc!! #cw hospital #cw blood #tw blood #fox #bunny #rabbit #my art #art #arts #draw #draws #drawing #drawings #furry #furries #furry oc #raoule

[puhpandas]

I've always wondered if Vanessa is accepting of the LGBT community?

it's the 2030s and she grew up as a teen in the 2020s + she was probably a 2020s scene revival kid she 100% is or even LGBT herself

#her bear family member is gay and had a gay rabbit boyfriend #she also gives off fruity vibes in general #she is not homophobic..... #shes a furry that should tell you enough #pandas.txt

[megueggu]

fullbody for @altiusvolantis

#sfw #clean furry #squirrel #commission #my art #art has been slow but guess what #on sunday my laptop decided to stop reading my disc with all my files #but it works now #and i finally was able to order PC parts bc i got help from some family members after years of struggling and not having any sgdhjgjhjgh #but hey! i appreciate it and i'm excited

[strange-aelurus]

Idk how to introduce characters without sounding cringe, so here's Flor. She's the nature deity for a world I've been working on for a while, and she can turn into a beetle. Well, she can be anything, really, but she mostly turns into beetles.

I really need to improve my anatomy and post more regularly, but drawing my OCs and bugs are way more fun XD

#art #oc #my oc #traditional art #furry oc #furry art #original character #*Flor #im not gonna keep doing that “date in big text” thing partially because I find it kind of cringe #and partially because it's kinda useless if you have that thing turned on in the settings that shows the date of the post #the more i do this the more i'm confident about sharing my art and my stories with the world #because for now it's just me here in my own little corner #anyways #flor has like six more siblings and a bunch more family members but I haven't drawn/posted them yet #Solacius #Imulei #my art #strange-aelurus

[fire-rose]

The fur collar from Azure’s original sketch design has made a return. And unfortunately it’s for something I’m doing to help me process recent events. Particularly with a family member.

Why do good character design ideas come up at the strangest times.

#artists on tumblr #wip #sketch #my oc #fursona #fursona: azure #furry artist #the things I do for love #don’t worry I’m okay #but I am worried about said family member

[dinoserious]

heehehe. hehe

#danny phantom #danny fenton #furry #anthro #bat hawk #hheehehe. yay #hes a hawk mostly bc i wanted maddie as a kind of hawk #and i dont like to make related family members too far off eachother in my aus. jack is a rooster and danny doesnt feel like a chicken to m #fentons are all birds yay

[chaicolatte]

i miss my cats so much my heart feels stabbed every time i think of them i found one of my cats whiskers in my stuff today and fell to my knees

#no pets allowed in my apartment i want to kms what is a girl without her furry companion #they are with a family member but they need to be with me

[helios-shine]

if... if you're still doing this...

Furrator =]

I'll add him to the list! I've got a lot to go through so I'm sorry if it takes a while :)

#the last time i drew a furry was a commission from a family member 2 years ago #wish me luck #helios answers

[sunmontuewrites]

The Os are cats, I'm the Js, and the white space between the Is is my bed... (Xs are the floor) My feet and butt are not on the bed. 😑

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#things we do for our furry family members

[bussinpoots]

Getting asked at the Gym by my trainer: "So what was your reason for deciding to work out like this?"

What I said: "Just want to finally get on top of my health." What I meant, "I feel dumb for this being my mini fitness dream, but I always wanted to be one day asked to in one of those mr beast hide and seek videos. i dont even want the money (i do need it but this is a silly dream im talking about) I just want to be the guy who is absolutely batshit insane but seemed normal when first on camera but is like. hiding gymnastic king god. My proudest accomplishment is that I've never been found in a hide and seek game. It's lame as hell. I want it so bad. Do I think this would ever happen? fuck no. But I pretend in my mind it will and it gets me up to work out bc what if mr beast turned up at my door like "Hi niche faceless guy who used to stream 10 years ago but didn't keep up with it. be in my video." then he flies me to America to be in a video.

My second dream for when the first one doesn't get me out of bed is "the circus will never hire you if you wont even get out of bed"

either way im still clown

#“you have a trainer why do you need mr beast money” #bc that's the only thing I spend money on that isn't food or fuel #i live with a family member that needs in house care but she pays our bills in exchange for that #so i dont have bills to pay right now #that wont last forever though so im trying to get a better job #bc i cant keep just selling pictures of my hands to that one british guy i only know by his ulquiorra pfp #plus i only see my trainer twice a month compared to some of the other people he sees multiple times a week #he lets me know how much progress i made and gives tips and shit. plus lets me know things like what i need change for certain goals #bc im bad at research and hate using the internet so idm paying someone to just. help me sometimes #i should do furry commissions and get bank #but i haven't drawn furry stuff for years except for my pfp #and that was just a quick thing from b4 i knew how to work firealpaca or just digital art in general

[sludgeguzzler]

im dming for a dnd session me and my friends wanted to play and my mage is fucking insane. she read the whole player manual in one weekend AND already found like. 20 loopholes to compensate her low life. her character is vool as fuck though so i dont mind too much?? but also im gonna have to study. so much stuff to deal with her

#her character is a human mage disguised as a tabaxi #she described her as a furry #also she is transgenda #talk #the other characters are fun too #theres a half elf cleric with Issues two dwarves that are gay married (one of them is stupid as a rock and the other is Wise) #and a halfling monk with no family #so far these are the party members but theres this other friend who wants to join as well #i asked hik to read a little bit of the manual b4 we made the character bc 1 school was an overstimulating hell today and #2 i need him to have a general understanding of the races classes etc b4 we make his character #im pretty excited for this!!!!!the pieces are falling into place nicely

[okiedokrie]

Seventeen's Red Flags 🚩🚩🚩

This is just for fun!! All light-hearted and harmless (I think)

S.Coups - WAYY too jealous, bro would glare daggers at you if you helped to open a milkbox for someone else like bro calm down its not like I blew them a kiss

Jeonghan - he's gaslight gatekeep girlboss and therefore that makes anyone he's in a relationship with mansplain manipulate malewife regardless of gender

Joshua - a J name from LA

Jun - communicates exclusively through cat memes, yes, even during arguments; yes, even during verbal ones.

Hoshi - fully convinced he's a tiger and is lowkey a furry

Wonwoo - plays genshin impact

Woozi - loves work more than you

The8 - calls you delulu when you caption ur posts with "loml ♡" even though you've been officially dating for a significant amount of time

Mingyu - probably clumsy enough to drop the urn of a family member

DK - no red flags from dokyeommie my beloved

DK (Updated 240424) - a musical theater tenor

Seungkwan - sassier than you

Vernon - your friends are convinced you just edit him into photos because bro does NOT move

Dino - got called out for excessive frat boy levels of drinking before so that is pretty much canon

#okiedokrie #seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #scoups #choi seungcheol #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #joshua #joshua hong #jun #wen junhui #moon junhui #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #woozi #lee jihoon #the8 #xu minghao #seo myungho #mingyu #kim mingyu #dokyeom #lee seokmin #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #vernon #svt dino

[villainessbian]

Concept: most aliens can get anxious, can get scared, can get fight-or-flight. What most aliens do not get, however, is stress. Stress is a weird thing even by human standards. It can build up over time or be something tied to a very limited situation. It can be caused by a lot of things, and it comes in a lot of different ways. But it's a core human reaction, when a situation is wrong, it causes stress until it is righted. And it even affects different people differently!

Cue Human Cassandra, on a ship with her friend and co-worker Human Pauline. The ship is crewed with a mix of species. It's a cargo ship - load up in a space port, unload in another, get news and supplies during their stops, and live as an ever-shifting family as some of the two dozen crew members, give or take, get replaced. Some leave come payday, and new ones come looking for the thrill of low-level adventure, experiencing warp drives across the safer roads of the known universe.

But getting the supplies you need, or want, in stops is never so easy. Humans are new to the galactic community, and their needs misunderstood. Most broad-edibility food is bland for them, but that's okay. A big enough bag of their condiments can last them years. But ADHD meds... now that's less easy to get, the further from Earth you are. And a contract too big for their captain to pass on came up, much farther than the two humans expected.

Cassandra's mood deteriorated, her work priorities out of order, her sleep schedule in disarray. Little by little, she grew restless, shifting moods and gears unpredictably. A few weeks in and she was a mess, barely able to keep up with the minimum her job doing maintenance and running safety diagnostics for the route charting team required of her. While Pauline could help with the mechanical aspects of keeping the ship running, picking up the "slack", the safety had to be double-checked by the charting and pilot teams. When the curves of asteroid probability reached beyond a certain level, several hundred simulations had to be run, time-consuming processes had to be used, to avoid any collision at speeds beyond speed c. Some truly exotic things happened to ships that experienced those, but none of them contained the words "surviving crew." A safe route avoided any probability of collision over .1% and when going faster than light, any choice of course required thinking in 3 dimensions plus relative time to navigate dangerous probability fields in one piece, finding time-specific corridors and accounting for a dozen variables at once.

After she had a breakdown over a path she would normally have been able to find in under a minute, Pauline spoke to a concerned pilot team member:

"You have to understand her, this is a stressful situation and she's doing her best..."

"What do you mean by 'stressful'?" Gabalt asked. The furry little creature stood on two arched legs, and barely reached up to Pauline's shoulder, opening three wide eyes with curiosity and concern in equal parts.

"Things are... getting difficult for her, and keep getting more difficult because she does not have medication to help her brain be efficient. It makes her tired, and inefficient, and as it goes on, she's less and less able to cope with the situation. The longer this goes on, the worse it gets, and that is stress. Getting more tired because it takes more energy to deal with the situation, and less efficient because she's more tired, and things get harder because she's less efficient, on and on until something can solve the problem and the stress goes away."

"That sounds... hard. Do all humans have to deal with this?"

"Well, everyone has sources of stress, but she's got a disability. Without her meds, she gets stressed all the time. Not a lot all at once, but it always adds up."

"Oh no! So she'll be stuck like that until we get closer to Earth?"

"Most likely, yes."

But the most momentous thing to happen this day was not her breakdown. Not an hour later, alarms blared up. The simulation holograms all displayed blinking red masses - the less-travelled "safe route" was not as well protected! An asteroid range had been detected cutting through the border field, and it was in their way!

Pauline froze up, not knowing what to do. Gabalt was too surprised to act fast. All the courses from the ship's library of regular manoeuvres suggested a crash chance of over 60%, and mere seconds to act before entering the field!

Before anyone could react, Cassandra came in running from her corner to the front of the bridge, slamming the warp drive shutdown button. Most holograms stuttered and collapsed, the exit from FTL essentially dividing one or several of their dimensions by zero.

Looking quickly at the few remaining ones and gazing at the screens showing the current outside situation like a large window would have - plus a few critical extra points of data - she adjusted the angles manually while everyone still shuddered from the gravitational and temporal whiplash of suddenly coming back into normal time. Unblinkingly, she spotted the asteroids on the route while the ship was still going, if not at relativistic speeds, still fast enough for a single pebble they met to vaporise the Whipple shields, the outer hull, the inner hull, the crew members, and the hull again coming out if they but grazed it. Confirming the angles visually, she played with the reaction wheels, the thrusters, the gravity drives, to divert the ship's course just enough to miss a collision while not risking any grave injury on board. There was no time to react - if anything showed up straight ahead on the "unaugmented" outside view screens, it was too late to not get splatted. After half the crew had had the time to get thrown to the side or on the ground due to the rough handling, she'd managed to avoid any crash.

Gabalt was reeling. While it was surely not impossible, these was the kind of moves experienced veterans would never wish to attempt, and the margins for error were ridiculously low! She'd saved the ship and everyone on it, whereas she'd been unable to do a simple safety run so soon before?

Pauline was white as a sheet, but this was nothing compared to Cassandra, shaking violently and breathing unevenly.

"Pauline? What is she doing?"

"That's... probably the adrenaline."

"What's it for?"

"It's from stress. When it comes it overcharges the body. It's like the traditional, 'fight or flight' instinct from survival in prey-predator paradigms, it lets you move fast but paralyses thought... it feels pretty bad after a lot of it is released though. Now she's crashing down, must be harrowing."

"How did she do that? And you said her thoughts were paralysed for precision manoeuvres?"

Cassandra's voice came, nearly a mutter: "I just... had to. do it."

Gabalt needed to understand what happened.

"What do you mean you had to? Someone had to do it, but why you?"

"It- it was very stressful, I saw you freeze, and so."

"But... but HOW did you do all that? That was extremely complicated, few pilots -whose main craft is directly piloting- would want to even try doing that when given a choice!?"

"I had to. do it, so I did. I couldn't. couldn't make a mistake."

"This makes absolutely no sense."

Pauline interrupted. "She just works like that. Lots of stress and when people freeze up, humans with her condition... sometimes, surprisingly, function better in the moment than others can."

"Ah. So it's a human thing. of course, it's a human thing. NOTHING MAKES ANY SENSE WITH YOUR ACCURSED SPECIES" the diminutive pilot pouted.

And so one more story of the humans doing the impossible spread around. Humans of a subtype, more easily harmed, sometimes unstable and needing help for the simplest things... accomplishing odd, unthinkable, borderline heroic feats under duress none could be expected to withstand - but only then. Cursed, blessed? No story-teller seemed too certain. But the "magical" species never stopped surprising all others. And a new proverb developed: "it's not over until the human says it is".

#humans are space fae #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are deathworlders #earth is space australia #stress response #ADHD #attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

[thebmatt]

FFXIV Write 2022 Prompt #23 – Pitch

Wife: “More carbuncle cuteness!” Me: “Honey, I’ve done that twice already!” Wife: “Do you have a better idea for this one?” Me: “I.....do not”

It was the morning after their reuniting, and Aleister and Gwen were enjoying a very late breakfast together on the roof of the Rising Stones. The other Scions had wisely given them space, knowing that they would want to spend as much time catching up or otherwise just being together again.

Aleister had spent most of the evening and the following morning telling his wife of all the amazing things the world of Hydaelyn had to offer and all the amazing and world-changing adventures he’d been part of.

Well, most of it. They were both newly alive and also very eager to physically celebrate their love again.

He’d just finished cooking breakfast for them, Gwen expression no small amount of shock at his newfound cooking prowess, when he remembered something important.

He had someone else very important he needed to introduce her to.

“So…when you came through the portal…did you feel like you suddenly had a large amount of new concepts in your mind that you consciously couldn’t make sense of?”

She looked up from her plate. “You know, I did. I haven’t…really had time to process what that was. Did it happen to you too?”

Aleister nodded. “It did. I think…it was some kind of information exchange? I’m guessing you don’t really remember how to wield the Arcane anymore, do you?”

Gwen cocked her head. “I…oh wow. I didn’t even think about that. But I can’t even remember how to do that anymore. Like the very basic concept is there, but anything else? Gone. Wait, did that happen to you too? All of your knowledge of the Fel, gone?”

He nodded. “I think our crossing into this…universe had something to do with it. Kind of like how our forms changed. If something doesn’t exist in a universe you travel to…it changes it…replaces it with something that does. The fundamental forces are different here than they are in Azeroth. No ley-lines of Arcane energy, no spirits of the natural world, no plane of chaos and destruction. So in return, it gave us something else.”

Gwen pressed her fingers to her temples. “I think….I’m seeing concepts in my head? It’s like….having the experience without the direct knowledge? Not sure if that’s right..”

Aleister nodded. “It sounds very similar to my experience. We can sit down later with some books on various combat disciplines, talk through what you’re feeling and see if we can figure it out. My guess would be thaumaturgy, it’s the closest thing this world has to an Azeroth mage.”

Gwen looked to him and cocked an eyebrow. “And it gave you, what, engineering?”

He barked a laugh. “Hah, no, that’s something I’ve picked up since. No, what I got was a lifetime’s worth of Arcanima experience.”

“What’s ‘Arcanima’?”

“It’s a discipline of magic here that’s based on mathematics and geometry. They create various equations and geometric patterns that shape aether, that’s the fundamental energy of this world, into spellcraft.”

She laughed. “Honey, I love you, but you were never that great at math”

Aleister shrugged. “I am now.”

“How did…..hell, whatever force is behind this changing thing, how did it go from a magic born of chaos and disorder to one based on….well, mathematical order?”

He pulled out his grimoire (he had his actual paper one on him this time) and opened to some of the early pages. “I think it has more to do with the kind of spellcraft Arcanists create. This particular pattern, for example? A formerly-common effect known as ‘Miasma’. It creates a cloud of poisonous aether in the target’s lungs.”

Gwen covered her mouth with her hands, but her eyes conveyed her horror. “That’s….awful”

“It was effective, at the time. Block a ship’s lower decks off and gas the place. Tends to pacify pirate crews pretty quick. But it’s no longer in use. That was my doing, actually. Found out one of our enemies had used it in part to create a deadly toxin that was almost unleashed on all Eorzea. Convinced the guildmaster to ban its use. Some senior arcanists complained, until they saw the evidence. Only the most stubborn are holding out now. Anyway, that’s a tangent.”

He pointed to another pattern. “Ruin. There’s a series of these, but they all boil down to the base concept of wielding raw aether as a destructive blast.” A few pages turned. “Energy Drain. Siphons a portion of the target’s aether into our own, providing a bit of healing and some aether charges for other abilities. Any of this sounding kinda familiar?”

She nodded. “Different roots, but there are some fundamental similarities to your old warlock abilities.”

He smiled. “Exactly. And yes, like you said, the roots of the power are very different. Not fundamentally toxic and corrupting to their wielder being a particular plus. But that isn’t the biggest similarity.”

“Oh? What is?”

He flipped to an early page in his grimoire and removed the stylus from it’s holding place within the front cover. “Well….I have someone I’d like you to meet.”

He pressed the stylus to the array on the page.

The ink depicting the equations and diagrams illuminated in bright blue and gold. A similar colored circle appeared on the table between them, and out of it lept a glowing blue four-legged form.

Gwen clasped her hands over her mouth. Her excited inhale increased in pitch until he could no longer hear it.

“So uh….this is Snowball. She’s a Carbuncle, an aetheric companion all Arcanists learn to create and summon. We…enhance them with aspected aether for combat, but their original purpose is seeking out illegal substances in a ship’s cargo. And you didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”

Gwen had not. She had not, in fact, moved at all.

Snowball sat, her tails swishing behind her, and cocked her head at Gwen. Mrrrrooow?

“Snowball, you need to be nice. This is Gwen. She’s my wife…which makes her your momma, I guess and-“

MROW!

Snowball immediately rushed forward, tails upgright in a position that indicated happiness, and lept into Gwen’s arms, rubbing all over her neck and chin.

Gwen caught her, of course, and immediately began stroking her fuzzy form. “Oh look at you, you’re just precious aren’t you? So soft! Awwww, you’re just a sweet cuddlebug, yes you are!”

“What the hell?”

Snowball didn’t bother to turn towards her summoner, opting to start purring as she enjoyed the attention lavished on her. Gwen, however, did look at her husband. “What?”

“She’s…she NEVER takes to anyone like that? Half the time she doesn’t even let ME pet her?”

“Well, didn’t you…I don’t know, write equations that determines her personality?”

“No! A Carbuncle’s personality independently develops! I mean it starts with a baseline determined by the summoner, but otherwise is shaped by their experiences. Her aloof sassy brat attitude is all her! Oh wait, yeah. Baseline me. Yeah no wonder she loves you. I developed her after I first got here and was missing you horribly. Thought you had died. Yeah, totally makes sense”

“Awww, love!” Gwen continued to give the purring carbuncle the good scitches, but she came over to kiss her husband. “You’re such a pretty blue, aren’t you? Honey, if she’s made of…aether, why is she so soft and fluffy?”

“Well, I mean, if you’re going with a cute appearance, might as well go all in on that, right?”

She laughed.

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXiv Write 2022 #oldmanfranks #Aleister Franks #Gwenefyr Franks #Snowball the carbuncle #Gwenefyr is not at ALL based on my RL wife nope not even a little #Sadly I am allergic to most furry things so Snowball is NOT based on a family member