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(OOC)
No, I am not a furry.
That being said.
I made a weird Pomni mask thing. If I can find my other one, what Hazbin Character should it be based off of?
HELLO HELLO I HAVE SHITTY (unfinished) ART!!
Yeesh, he is one ugly muthafucka...
...i love him
Okay read on if u wanna hear about lore n stuff if not byeee!
Wow you're still here? I'm sorry 💀
Okay so this is Galanos!! He is an anthro (not a furry shut up) albino wels catfish that cant actually talk. I'm now realising I forgot to add his voice box thingy. Whoops! Well it's unfinished I'll add it tommorow and colour him in.
Anyway so Galanos can't talk, how does he communicate? Well he has a small radio on a collar around his neck, think Steve from cloudy with a chance of meatballs, that he uses, whatever he wants to say, the radio says for him in a text-to-speech voice.
I've made some changes to how a normal wels catfish looks, such as how I've made the dorsal fin (which is usually small and far back) go along the whole length of his body, from his head to the tip of his tail. I like to imagine it kinda looks like hair? Sorta? Okay not really but I just thought he looked a bit boring without it. He's got webbed hands and feet because I thought they looked cool, lol. Also like I said, he's an albino wels catfish, I'll put some pics of what they look like underneath here, but Galanos is more of an orangey yellow colour with an almost white belly, like the first picture.
The clothes he's wearing are meant to be waders, why is a fish wearing waders you might ask? Well I just thought they looked cool 😁 Also they're based off this image \/ (why is it so low quality help)
The world he lives in is pretty Fallout-esque, being post-apocalyptic and radiation filled. Part of the reason I wanted him to be a wels catfish (apart from the fact that they're one of my favourite species of fish) is that there are actually large wels catfish living in the cooling pond at Chernobyl, which I thought was pretty cool when I found that out.
Although sorry to burst everyone's bubble but they aren't radioactive mutants, they're perfectly healthy and thriving, their large size is perfectly natural, being pretty small for some other specimens caught!!
This was what inspired me to have them live in this world, as I thought, what if he wasn't affected by radiation at all? Like a nuclear blast could go off nearby, and as long as the blast or fire didn't kill them, then he'd be perfectly fine. In fact I've been considering having radioactive particles extend his life, making it so that he can't die of old age, he could obviously still be shot and die.
One last thing before I go to sleep, that might shock some people... his parents.......
ARE ALIVE!!
That's right, he hasn't had to watch his parents die, although they never knew their biological parents. He was adopted by two very lovely mothers, one a Victorian goth, and the other more alt/ punk (I wanted to give them styles idk why)
Final little things before I go to sleep, he's objectum, bisexual, polyamourus and transmasc (just self-projecting onto him 💀) and is more of a lone wanderer, roaming around, looting abandoned buildings and corpses, the usual. He carries around a satchel to carry food, drink and useful items he finds.
Reference from @thatgayash !
Hellooo the writing frog has returned(no am not a furry or whatever is the equivalent to an amphibian humanoid>:[) and have some news. The writing process has been abit slow due to being busy and all, but I’ve managed to do a few summaries of the upcoming arcs. There’s still a lot I have to work on, but it’s ok. I also got some conceptual art from a few artists two of the characters being Shun and Atsuko. I’m excited for everything to come together and hopefully show more progress anyways I’ll leave this here good whatever time your reading this.
First two drawings: Shun Nakajima
Last drawing: Atsuko Fujimori
@tvpixel (unfortunately the other artist doesn’t have tumblr, but more art will be posted)
my dnd character
his name's Golden Lie, but goes by Lyron (lie ren)
He is a bengal tabaxi rogue with kleptomania
And I loved playing as him
a perspective on sonder
Sometimes, I wonder how one can be so close-minded. Selfish, even. Basking in the dying light of a summer evening, letting it wash over my face, I silently watch as one of my friends swats mindlessly at a small fly. It's small, harmless, but they smack it down without a second thought, and I can't help but wonder if that fly had a little family somewhere out there, waiting for it. A thought pops up in my bored mind: is this fly, probably not even able to fully grasp the concept of being alive let alone other living beings, even really conscious? My brows furrow when my companion kills it in one quick motion. It might be pretentious of me, yeah, sure. It's not like I've never done the same, but I do, just for a moment, feel sorry for the little life. Had its crime been invading personal space, or, as so many artificially empathetic ones have said before me, was it being small?
A campfire crackles in the distance with the people who lit it chatting cheerfully, sat around it. Slowly, I descend into the wild grass, stretching into it and feeling every little blade on my skin. What do I gain, pretending I care? Seeing beautiful, tall flowers freshly cut down by machinery, wondering whether they had wanted to keep on living for a reason other than pure instinct. They might not even have that, do they? I deeply mourn the loss of something unfamiliar, a stranger; something people consider a weed. So should I, and yet I don't. Maybe I do it to feel morally superior. Maybe I just want to elevate myself from the rest, pretend like I am in any way better. Neither of those reasons makes me any less selfish than my peers, whom I condescendingly looked down upon; rendering me the very person I tried so desperately not to be.
It is strange to think about the fact the lives not so far from mine can be so, so different. Really, it is pretty obvious, and yet I vividly remember seeing my neighbour in some odd place, breaking my perception of them as just my neighbour, something out of my field of vision, completely, forcing me to realize that they're so much more, have an own life, an own soul. A person that probably sees me as just their neighbour, like I did moments ago. It is apparent and logical, and yet I was, embarrassingly enough, never really aware of it. Sighing, I rise to my feet, grazing carefully on the lawn. The warm, salty breeze flows over from the sea and fills my lungs.. Soft waves crashing on the shore, I look over to my fellow sheep again, tormenting and being tormented by flies again.
And I wonder if humans would ever understand.
So a girl at school thought I was a furry because how I walk