Another timed character design assignment. Had from 9am-3pm (now) to design a 'Crooked Critter', IE an animal criminal.
This is Raijū (named after the mythical beast), he's a Japanese Marten and Yakuza thug. And a little flamboyant but hey he likes killing people. I bypassed the YOU CANNOT TATTOO FUR rule because they were kinda essential to describing his profession.
These are a collection of images I did that is based off women with pudge or tummies, in almost all shape and size. I know a lot of friends who have a small tummy or are big boned and they feel very self-conscious about their body. I work in a bookstore where almost to all of the magazine covers or book covers revolve around very skinny, even sometimes big-breasted models. This would question anyones self appearance and body if they compare their bodies to the glamour models. They would feel ashamed or depressed that they have more body fat than the other and there is nothing they can really do about it.
Everyone has their own different definition about body fat: Pudge, huskie, curvey, wide, big-boned, rounded, obese, heavy These are only one word terms that describe ones body, and their definition can change due to ones perspective.
When I hear of the words pudgey or huskie, I think of someone who has a small rounded belly. I think of someone who has a cute tummy. Pudgey and huskie are ( or could be ) terms to describe ones belly fat in a cute manner; a cushioned definition of ones fat.
The word curvey could be taken not just for the roundness of ones belly, but also for the breast and butt size. Many who do have pudge or large bellies tend to sometimes have a large chest and/or large butt. The breasts and the butt somewhat counter balances with the stomach. Its perfectly normal. Some dont have large breasts at all, but more of a normal B cup size or smaller. That is also normal. I knew a girl who had a tummy and large butt but small chest, and she was just as cute as ever.
When describing someone who is self-conscious about their body and you call them fat or obese or heavy, those words are somewhat pins and needle description about ones appearance. When you describe a physical trait about someone, you should always go for a cushioned term. It shows that you do have respect for other peoples feelings and physical descriptions. You are aware that they could be very sensitive about their body and that you know it is best not to describe someone in a harsh way.
Your body is an outer shell of who you really are. Your body is like a turtles shell. When a turtle crawls into a shell, you dont know what kind of turtle you are looking at. It could be aggressive, or shy, or kind. You could look like someone who looked like they crawled out of the sewer, but they really have a heart of gold. You are born with the body you have and it will change due to your genetic history. You could be born very thin, but then get rounder with age do to some genetic defect from your familys past or medication you took for another medical problem. That still does not change the fact of who you are. Heck, you could loose all your hair, but you will still remain the same person.
A lot of people hate their bodies. They wish they could be like the next person who is toned or more sexually alluring. Instead they are stuck with this defect that they cant get rid of, no matter how hard they try. Having a skinny figure with a large chest or size pack with huge muscular arms does not really mean anything except physical attraction. We are so used to seeing those figures on TV or in magazines that we automatically think Hey, that is very sexy! When we see someone who doesnt have that figure, we think Not attractive enough. That can also go when we look each other in the mirror. We judge our own body to the next and if they have something beautiful that we dont, we get depressed and try to hide it, pretending that we dont have it or try to make it look like we do.
Personality is the key to anyone who wants to be attractive. The physical image cant go far, but the personality can go a long way. One could look like a goddess but be a real tight-wad personality wise. Our bodies are eye-candy to another. Dont rely heavily on your physical body, but more of your mental and personal self.
I might think of selling these images as prints with a loving description on the bottom. It would make a good gift for someone who has the same body type as one of these images and also who are depressed because of their body. These were all done with pen and prismamarker. I really had fun doing these images because they were a happy ones and colorful ones as well. I will be bringing my sketchbook to FurFright so you can take a better look at these.
These images are NOT for pornographic material, hence no nipples
Names of images: Big ones: Hiding and Back Top row: Expose, Huskie Dansen, Cupcake, Muzzle Shy, Tummy Lick Bottom row: Big Body, Small Chest, Balloon Belly, Belly Butterfly, Loli-Butt, Peace Mouse
I've been dying to draw her for so long (since I created her pretty much!) but every time I draw something that isn't a trade or commission that I owe someone, I feel horribly guilty...
But I figured that if I just give myself a little 'me' time, no harm could come! Aaand this is what happened. :}
Those of us who have ever bothered to look it up probably know by now that winter celebrations have a long and glorious history, of which Christmas is only one of many, probably because at this time of year it's so cold and grim you can either throw a party or slit your wrists. (This is the Reason for the Season. Well, that and axial tilt. All the rest is just excuses for the party.) We all know about Yule, and the winter solstice, and Saturnalia and all the rest.
My personal favorite, however, and the one I choose to celebrate because nobody knows what the hell it is, is Dies Natalis Solis Invicti, the Birth of the Unconquered Sun. It falls on the 25th, and celebrates the birth of the god Mithras, a Christ-figure from Zoroastrianism, who managed to pre-date Christ by a coupla centuries. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti is probably the reason we celebrate Christmas on the 25th rather than on the Solstice, because Mithraism rapidly achieved a life of its own and was hugely popular as a mystery religion on Rome for centuries, until at last being eclipsed by Christianity. Knowing a good thing when they saw it, they ignored the fact that Jesus was probably born in spring, and promptly christened it Christmas.
This is fine. Religions do this stuff all the time, you should see some of the Santeria/Catholic fusions, and whatever you call it, it's still a party.
Mithraism, however, was one of the great Olde Time Religions, a really rip-snortin' man's man machismo kinda faith, a fraternal god worshipped by soldiers and sailors and travelers far from home. It was macho. Had I lived at the time, I would have undoubtedly despised it, but with a coupla thousand years worth of distance, I can think of Mithras in much the same way I think of Ricardo Montalban--with a sort of vague dreamy expression and the thought that man, he was a stud in his youth. (KHAAAANNN!)
In keeping with their pure machismo, Mithraism's greatest sacrament was to find a pure white bull without blemish, cut its throat, and bathe in the blood. (We are REAL MEN! We can swim in bull blood AND ENJOY IT!) Animal sacrifice was all the rage at the time, everybody was doin' it, but this was pretty dramatic even for the day. White bulls without blemish ain't cheap.
I will not be doing this for Christmas.
However, in my perfect world, where all faiths come together in a glorious orgy of tacky decorations, where light-up Baby Jesus rides light-up reindeer and light-up Isaac Newton bears gifts to light-up Kwanzaa something or other and the light-up Solstice Chicken flies over head bearing a menorah and we find some form of light-up Ramadan thing that doesn't violate the rules about idols and everybody's faith or complete lack thereof is utterly degraded by cheap merchandising and we all come together to bitch about how commercial it all is and how we shopped for hours and the kids are playing with the bubble wrap, for god's sake, and thus are unified in a glorious, pan-religious celebration of our mixed feelings for the season--in this perfect world, there is a light-up plastic white bull, with red christmas lights wrapped tightly around its neck, spilling light-up gore onto the snow. And perhaps a small hamster with a butcher knife.