Not that you really need to answer mod but I saw you promote lesser known artists and I was just curious. Is there any mid-pop artists that were actually good to commission or buy from in your opinion? Like well known to have good quality art but arenât assholes about it?
Uhhh I'd say scpkid cuz they don't go around selling for 1,000, but theyre a big popfur so.
Vhsdruid is really sweet, their designs are cute and their style is very charming and sweet.
11n makes funky little creatures, and they're genuinely a very kind person
Babezord makes gorgeous art and doesn't make adopts almost ever, but their etsy shop is 100% worth a look, their stickers are fucking RAD
Nepeteaa <33 just designs such cuties
Eedeath makes such gross little freaks but in a sexy fun way
Pkio, very fun dragons, very kind human
All these folks are in fact not assholes, and from my interactions with them have been really sweet. Their art is also banger and you should give them love.
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a little piece i wrote about my beloved guppyspot <3 takes place during moon one! this series can also be found on ao3.
Guppyspot still smelled the foul stench of badger breath hot on her tail, nipping at limbs askew as she drove her way through the burrow, exploding through dust and the angry creatureâs screams to face Cottonstar, Peachpaw, and Oakpaw.
Theyâd been less than impressed at the spectacle, Peachpaw and Oakpaw muttering jabs at their oh-so-stellar deputy on the walk back home, and with Cottonstarâs sharp gaze on her, Guppyspot wanted nothing more than to crawl right out of her skin. Nonetheless, she put on a brave face, one paw after another, pretending that it didnât bother her in the slightest. She wasnât sure that actually did any wonders, though, at least not for Cottonstar. He turned away, clearly disappointed.
Guppyspot wished a sinkhole would come and swallow her up right about now.
When they returned to camp, Oakpaw was first to throw his paws toward Mistkit, and then Brownwisp, then Yewspot⊠letâs just say, it wasnât looking good for Guppyspot.
She took a glance around, spotting the welcoming shadows of the medicine cat den. Only offering herself a moment, Guppyspot dove into the den, swallowed by darkness as she threw herself out of the limelight. Blinking away the sun, Guppyspot found herself face-to-face with none other than Popfur.
Great.
The dusty brown tom tilted his head, as if questioning what in StarClanâs name she was doing in his den. Shame burned her pelt. Here she was, worrying her medicine cat, all because she didnât want to feel the judgmental stares of her Clanmates. What a deputy she was! Maybe they were right. Maybe she shouldnât be in her position after all.
âEverything alright?â Popfur mewed, his voice a soothing balm to the mess in her head.
âUh.â Guppyspot slowly sized herself up, trying to appear more put together than she actually was. âYeah.â Any other words died in her throat as she turned back toward camp, immensely grateful for the curtain of lichen covering the medicine denâs entrance.
Popfur sat down, drawing his plumed tail over fluffy paws. âUh-huh.â Guppyspot whipped back around, mildly offended, a playful glint in his gaze.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â she snapped, not really meaning to.
Thankfully, Popfur didnât take it any sort of way, beginning to smile instead. âNothing. Just⊠commentating.â
âWell, you can keep yourâŠ. your commentations to yourself,â Guppyspot declared, lashing her thick tail. âIâm deputy! I can be wherever I want! Even if thatâs, I donât know, the back of medicine den.â Ignoring Popfurâs burning stare, the black molly pushed herself through the vines and dangling flowers, pressing her back against the far wall. There. She could finally relax.
Well, mostly. If Popfur could keep his mouth shut, that is. âWhat happened?â
âNothing happened,â Guppyspot snapped quickly. âDoes it look like something happened? Iâm fine.â
âRight⊠hiding in the medicine den totally gives that impression.â Guppyspot fixed him with a glare, but Popfur stood unwavering. âYou canât even deny it. Besides, I saw the way Oakpaw went straight for Mistkit. You think those two talk about anything other than drama?â A righteous snort. âSo whatâd you do?â
She didnât know why she cared so much about what her Clanmates thought, much less Popfur, but the idea of their judgment truly twisted her stomach. A frown dipped across her jaws as she swiveled her eyes away from Popfur. âI donât know,â she shrugged, lying through her teeth. âJustâŠ.â What could she say? Sheâd been a royal idiot and gone down into a badger burrow, just to check it out? Even Popfur would think she was insane!
âJust tell me,â Popfur said, scooting a few pawsteps forward. âIâm not gonna judge. StarClan knows I did enough in my days as an apprentice.â
âIâm not an apprentice, though,â Guppyspot mumbled moodily.
âWell, still. We all make mistakes.â Popfur shrugged, shoulders rippling with silvery-brown fur.
âHmph.â Guppyspot grunted, tail-tip flicking back and forth as she looked up at Popfur. Something about him justâŠ. made her trust him, for whatever reason. She hoped she wouldnât regret this! âI checked out a badger burrow,â she finally said, sharp blue gaze pointed on the medicine cat, studying him for a reaction. None came. âI uh, didnât realize there was an inhabitant.â Her voice shifted into something rather miserable. âI didnât exactly look deputy-like in front of everyone⊠even Cottonstar seemed disappointed.â
Popfur stared.
Something worked its way through Guppyspotâs gut. Something hard and furious. âAnd if you tell anyone about this,â she snarled, the fur along her neck rising, âIâll claw your face off!â It was an exaggerated threatâsheâd never lay a paw on Popfurâbut she didnât want to look weak.
Popfur raised his paws in surrender, a smile crawling across his face. âDonât worry, you can trust me,â he said, and the confidence in his words soothed her ruffled feathers. âBut come on⊠thatâs it? Thatâs nothing! I once ate deathberries on a dare!â he said, and Guppyspot swiveled a horrified look at him. He waved her off with a paw. âThatâs a story for another time. Anyway, all you did was check out a burrow. Is that so bad? And Cottonstar couldâve told you he scented a badger in thereâŠ. and if he didnât, thatâs on him, too.â
Guppyspot hadnât thought about it like that. Itâd been Cottonstarâs patrol, with two apprentices in tow, and he hadnât thought to avoid the badger sett? Popfur had a point, there. âI guess youâre right,â she groused. âBut, stillâŠ.â
Popfur shrugged again. âStill, what? You checked out a danger and ran away from itâthatâs what any sane cat would do.â Guppyspotâs fur began to feel warm. âAnd youâd be no good in my den with a mangled leg, or something or other. Iâd much rather you run away from badgers than let them maul you so you donât look a certain way.â
She let his words wash over her. That was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever said to herâŠ. not that sheâd admit it. âWell,â she said gruffly, as if it didnât matter a bit, âthanks.â
The medicine catâs eyes gleamed. âNo problem. But if youâre gonna keep hiding in here, at least have the decency to help me sort some of these herbs.â
Guppyspot swatted him. Popfur laughed and ducked his head out of the way. âFine. Iâll help,â she muttered, fighting back a smile. âBut donât get used to it, alright? Iâm deputy, not your apprentice.â
âNot yet,â Popfur teased, âbut Iâm sure we can make a mean medicine cat out of you.â
Guppyspot found herself actually smiling, coughing as she tried to cover it. What was it with this guy? He just had a way of calming her down, for whatever reason. âYeah, weâll see,â she replied, settling at his side. Sheâd much rather sort herbs than feel the stares of her Clanmates, or worse, Cottonstarâs. It was nice, calmingâŠ.
And something about Popfur made her want to never leave again.
ENGLISH
As many of you have noticed, on the furry are many people that are considering the fandom as a work in life, mainly illustrators, cartoonist, fursuit makers... many kind of artists. I could say I'm one of them, I am freelance (independent artist), not everything I do is furry, I also accept other projects outside the fandom, but a large percentage of what I earn is thanks to furry art.
I don't think this is wrong, I think it shouldn't cosiderar as a bad thing, since the profession of "artist" exists, and each artist has always had a specific target; with the advent of the Internet, many can dedicate ourselves to this office much more easily, identifying our target market. The beauty of working this way is that I don't see as "clients" to those who pay me, but potential friends, I have made many friends thanks to the commissions, excellent friends around the world; and much less see it as hard work what I have to do, but a new challenge each time, a new emotion to convey, and always measuring my responsibilities, to fulfill what is asked me to draw and surpass expectations, painted smiles not only on who asked me the drawing, but in all who look at it.
Thanks to the Internet, not just the drawing artists have seen the benefit to practice our profession without hindrance third party (such as producers, agents, publishers, etc), there are many who share their talents with worldwide acclaim for their creations: as video blogers, musicians , writers, animators, filmmakers, etc.
But that fame ig gained for what they do, for the authenticity of their works, the originality, talent and above all, be themselves.
There are many people who want to jump to fame when they see at how easy it is, taking as a personal goal "being popular", thinking "everyone must love my work", "I will earn a lot of money from this." That I have seen in furrys, when they look a barely decent strokes in their drawings, are already offering commissions and showing their price lists, for instance.
As I said before, it's not bad to charge for drawing pictures, even if we have another profession or we are studying; I fully understand that this requires time, effort, dedication, and above all, previous experience of practice. But the point I want to make is: don't see art as a gold mine that will take you out of poverty, because that is not the true meaning of making art.
Art is the act of transmitting emotions and feelings (either negative or positive) to other people, and what we do, is because we like to generate that, we like to play with narratives that aim to move the thoughts of those who are receptors. We do it because we like it, because we love to do it.
Popularity is not important, the truth is that having a goal to be popular sucks flatly. Don't be seeking fame, that sometimes leads us to stop being ourselves, just to find what they like most people, and stop doing what we really are, as long as sympathizing to others. We have to be authentic, be ourselves, that's the only way we can express what we want to convey to the people with our art, that is the way we as artists enjoyed doing what we like to do. And believe me, this way is much easier than people like our art, because are our own pieces that represent us, which says who we are; and people, even unconsciously, realizes that passion we have when exercising our profession of artist.
Keep away the idea of ââ"want to be popular" or "I want to make money from this," rather think:
Gracias a internet, no solo los artistas nos hemos visto beneficiados para ejercer nuestra profesiĂłn sin trabas de terceros (como productores, representantes, editoriales, etc), existen muchos que comparten sus talentos y se crean una gran fama mundial, como video blogers, mĂșsicos, escritores, animadores, cineastas, etc.
Pero esa fama la ganan por lo que hacen, por la autenticidad de sus obras, por la originalidad, el talento y sobre todo, por ser ellos mismos.
Existen muchas personas que quieren saltar a la fama al ver lo fĂĄcil que es, teniendo como meta personal "ser populares", pensando "todos tienen que amar mis obras", "voy a ganar mucho dinero gracias a esto". Eso lo he podido ver en furrys, que, apenas y ven trazos decentes en sus dibujos, y ya estĂĄn ofreciendo comisiones y mostrando sus listas de precio, por poner un ejemplo.
Como dije antes, no estĂĄ mal dedicarse a esto, o solo cobrar por hacer dibujos aunque tengamos otra profesiĂłn o estemos estudiando; pues estĂĄ de mĂĄs decir que entiendo perfectamente que esto requiere de tiempo, esfuerzo, dedicaciĂłn, y sobre todo, una previa experiencia de prĂĄctica. Pero el punto al que quiero llegar es que no vean el arte como la mina de oro que los sacarĂĄ de la pobreza, porque ese no es el verdadero significado de hacer arte.
El arte es la acciĂłn de transmitir emociones y sentimientos (ya sea negativos o positivos) a otras personas, y los que lo hacemos, es porque nos gusta generar eso, nos gusta jugar con narrativas que tengan como objetivo mover los pensamientos de quienes son los receptores. Lo hacemos porque nos gusta,
And cut it out with the fucking ebegging every week. You're not entitled to money for breathing. Either make it commissions or get a job like us peasants have to do.