I Don't Want A Fursuit... But...

From one of my (many) favorite scenes from @xdeusxmachinax‘s ‘31 Days in the Darklands’ fic!:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19945390/chapters/47228989

🩷Meet the Pixies💜

A quick and dirty intro to all of the pixies I play on this blog that can and may be updated with time. (Keep in mind this is a blog with 18+ themes and mentions of torture and vore so peruse at your own discretion.)

Nibbler

The self appointed leader of the pixie group who’s older and smarter than the rest by half; a basic ground pixie drone with mismatched eyes and a gold fang. Father to skipper. Known for his sass and living vicariously through other folk; height envy and a total pred stuck in a prey body. Cinnamon roll flavored.

Flicker

The prissy matron queen of the motley hive, she still acts more on instinct than logic but still lets her will be known and tends to have the final say. She’s a larger than average mystic queen, with a day and night form and a flavor akin to the sweetest grapes.

Tricksee

A few tools short of a shed, Tricksee isn’t the brightest crayon in the box but he’s the most open and loving pixie you’ll ever meet. He specializes in making fast friends and, as his name suggests, performing tricks to impress and delight! A glowfly pixie with a blackberry flavor.

SweetBee

A typical honeysquee pixie drone, he tends to keep to himself and isn’t one for mischief like the others. A diligent worker who focuses on gathering food and making shelter out of lost things he finds along the way. Can be playful but is mostly the voice of reason. Honey flavored, sweet as sugar~

Dipper

An excitable little champ obsessed with learning about the world and trying new things, he’s the least likely to get in any awkward situations but he’s also the most likely to lay down his life to save a friend in need. A fancy chocolate caramel truffle baby.

Skipper

The youngest of the hive just barely out of his teen years with a baby face, he’s the all too curious and rebellious son of Nibbler and Flicker. The most cowardly as well as the most curious, his motto is to do it scared or not at all! A cinnamon roll flavored cutie.

Truffle

The newest member of the hive, a rogue queen seeking shelter. She’s a nervous little bean and doesn’t feel like she fits in, mainly because Flicker bullies her every chance she gets to assert dominance. A milk chocolate strawberry valentines truffle flavored babe.

Bluey, Cherri, PurPur

The hiveless lollipop triplets, born and bred in a candy store to be sold, they woke up one day and chose violence to escape and find their own ways.

To learn more about the pixies you can either shoot me an ask, read this short about, or check out this post here!

Random cat pic as Bular [#1]

Miau

Take this as a start of a new series hehe

Revamped doodle of a chapter concept I've had some time now-

Sivelius the Serrated

He is a cult leader, and pretty much everything about this man, from his feathers to his mind, is lethally sharp.

His skin and feathers have an iridescent effect on them.

He is a graceful fighter, and his feathers are incredibly sharp, creating an effective and light armoring for his slender build.

He's also really tall

(And a little spoiler, these two will fight in the fic 🤫)

He's inspired by electroplate tourmaline and peacock ore

Btw, this is the old concept of the idea-

A big glow-up ain't it?

enasona trend but benrey and barney

ive got fuckin 45 of these bitches to edit down into usable emotes or whatever. which doesnt seem like a lot with only three different eye positions and five different mouth positions each but still.

can't decide if I want to do that tonight or tomorrow...

Spent all day making these instead of writing rps, or resting.

Some Gingers I could turn into icons for rps or stickers

Sorry for the old art spam I’m trying to find anything completed or good but it’s almost entirely nudes and character design, nuthin interestin

If I do it again I’m just gonna yeet myself into the fucking sun and soft block myself.

I swear to god it’s like I don’t read. Smh