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submitted by falseaccount92
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(Apologies if this isn't the best place for this, I usually don't know what I'm doing. But there are a ton of artists here, so...)

I was networking at a tech meetup, as I'm wont to do. As conversation went, I happened to comment that I know a couple illustrators (because... I'm a furry, of course I do). Was just an idle comment, but before I knew it, I had someone asking if I could help with her project.

That's usually a ruh-roh. I get a lot of "I have a great idea for an app! I just need someone to do everything!" I thought this would be along the same lines. So I tried to scare her off.

I told her my illustrator friends are furry artists- she liked the thought.

I pointed out that they like to be paid for their work- she has a budget of $60-ish for each of 9 drawings, with base ideas already done.

Out of attempts to push her away, I agreed to put it out to my network. So... hi network! ^_^; Any artists want to take on a commission for nine Tarot-ish, not-necessarily-furry-but-who-knows illustrations? If so I can put you in contact with her.

(Also, is there a better place to put this sort of thing? I don't expect to run into this situation twice, but it could be nice to know anyway. I'm not a very connected bun.)

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submitted by Liinkyo
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Firstly I'm sure you're all nice people don't get me wrong. But I've been here for about a year and it's just gone down hill for me, when ever I pop onto this subreddit I'm hiding posts more than I look at them. I'm not feeling happy reading through people's happy stories or looking at their art. I wish I did but it's just not happening.

Maybe I'm just not fit for this fandom anymore, I've been having 'crisis' of faith' for a while now and I fear its getting to the point I'll just leave. I joined this fandom to find friendship, happiness and in a way love, and I got it all and more but still I'm not happy, I feel like I've failed in becoming a good member in the fandom.

I don't know what to do, I want to stay because this is the only big thing I feel part of but on the other hand it's taking too much out of me. The drama and mood swings that the fandom causes in me had increased in recent months.

So.... If anyone reads this what should I do? I want to stay because furries are in a way the only friends I know, but with that comes the inevitable drama and seeing stuff that makes my mood plummet.

I'm sorry, everything I post now is negative. If you want me to stop posting and commenting I will.

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submitted by NoctisIgnem
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Rules are the usual.

• Check what time is 22:00 UTC on your local time.
• Join the game. LINK WILL BE AVAILABLE MINUTES BEFORE GAME.
• Password is 'stupid_sexy_wolf' (no quotes)
• Custom cards will be used.
• You will NOT be able to log in until 22:00UTC!
• Even if you cannot join the game, stay for the chat, I promise it will be awesome, sometimes even better than the game itself

You can make your own cards! make a post below!

Example:
White: *Really* liking Digimon.
Black: Honey, I ______ the cubs.

PyX protips:

• Play using the browser in fullscreen
• If the game starts acting funny, refresh the page (F5)
• Make the text smaller by pressing CTRL + - (Control key and dash key together)
• Nothing is too soon nor taboo.

There will be a little surprise ;) submitted by fa_mirror
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submitted by BrazenBull00R
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With the 71st anniversary of the Normandy landings today, I got around to thinking how many of you furs are interested in history?

If you are, here's another question - has your interest influenced your fursona in any way? Have you ever thought about how they would fit in any historical time periods or events? Perhaps their story is set in a time long gone by?

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submitted by Grimhallow
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*points at /r/FurryAMA*

Remember when that got made and everyone said "oh that'll never get used - there's not enough specific AMAs to keep it going..."? I know it's not well-known or even in the list of related subreddits, but...

*violently motions towards /r/FurryAMA*

We need a megathread here or something. I'll come back once this has died down.

submitted by Big_Red_Hothead
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Hey we've got our own neat little community here, so let's take a moment to actually get to know each other!

Ask any user any question, and answer any questions asked! :D

A few guidelines to follow:

1) Don't be shy! Ask anything you want, no matter how "stupid" you think it is. More often than not, the answers are hilarious!

2) It's ok to ask semi-NSFW questions, but be respectful and not creepy. These can be fun to ask and answer!

3) Ask multiple users, multiple questions! Some of us already know each other, but most of us don't, so have fun, ask as many questions as you can!

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submitted by Cyanshadow
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It's been two weeks since I joined the Furry community. I just spent a night out with four furry friends and had an incredible time - I figured I'd write an entry in my journal about the whole thing.

Here are a few choice excerpts:

It’s so strange, how in two short weeks I’ve completely embraced something I tried to suppress and ignore for 15 years.

One sexy blue fox, one horny twelve year old mind and one internet connection led to the discovery of furry porn – which led to years of enjoying a really kinky fetish and being really terrified of anyone finding out about it.

A few times, I considered speaking out – to get dates, I tried a furry dating site without success. I told a couple girls, and they were generally okay with it.

But engaging with the furries at large?

Those weirdoes, those who pretend to be animals, talk about their (cringe) fursonas and how they have magical powers, while wearing animal ears and tails?

No way would I ever be caught dead with those guys.

And yet, thanks to having all the free time in the world, I decided I should try it at least once, indulge my furry side and go to a furry convention.

[...]

I showed up, and there I saw people wearing tails and ears and partial fursuits – and I knew I was in the right place. I smiled at the costumes, signed up for a 1-day pass (because by god I am not coming back here for a second day, I have real friends and a barbecue tomorrow) and went in.

[...]

I tried to engage, but simply found nothing I could connect with.

[...]

I excused myself and went to the hotel restaurant to eat, hiding my badge inside my jacket to avoid being recognized by the hotel staff as a furry.

Eating my 18$ sandwich alone, I engage a passing furry in conversation. He seems reasonably normal, and I express my newbishness. He has a generally welcoming attitude.

[...]

I find myself drifting towards the fursuiters – they’re impressive, and they’re approachable. I talk to a cute girl wearing a partial suit – she’s more talkative than the giant freaky black raven.

More fursuiters come out – more hugs are had. I stuff myself in between three fursuiters and motion for a group hug – it is warm and soft and fuzzy and nice. I’m starting to cheer up and smile.

[...]

Opening ceremony is mostly boring. But afterwards, the convention is in full swing – fursuits everywhere. I gravitate towards the cute ones – a big deer monster with heterochrome eyes, a big pink bunny rabbit – asking for hugs, following them around, calling them cute, petting them – until I end up in the headless lounge, where I meet Arguan and Anvil.

I am in full-on kid-in-disneyland mode, and these two normal, relatable people take the heads off of their suits, introduce themselves and engage me in conversation. They explain to me their motivation for suiting – namely, that it’s just plain fun. It’s a way to lose yourself in a character, to be anonymous, to have permission to do dumb shit, to cheer people up, to be cute, to be soft and huggable – wholesome, appealing things.

Gears turn in my head.

I tell them I’m only there for a day – they seem disappointed. They put their heads back on and go back to wandering around. I am energized in a way I have not felt in a long time – the friendliness is palpable, the hugs have mellowed me out, the suits have stapled a giant grin on my face and my cynicism has been replaced by giddy joy.

Furry dance. I head to the dance floor and dance my ass off, dance with one of the fursuiters (male, female, don’t care – I think she was female). I feel alive – more alive than usual. I feel the love of the world. I love the world, and the world loves me. Furries are fantastic.

I prepare to leave, and make my goodbyes – to the security husky, to anvil and arguan, to all the cute fursuiters. Hugs are had, and I leave happy and fulfilled – debating if I should come back for a second day.

On the way back I decide to call my sister – the open-minded one – and slowly ease her into what I went through that day. She seems cool with it…

Back home, I continue to debate going back, browsing the convention website. Lying in bed, I choose the fork in the road: screw the barbecue. Screw my mundane friends. I’m going to go hang out with the furries, at the biggest furry convention in Montreal.

Day 2 and 3 were rollercoasters of emotions – uncertainty, awkwardness, pure joy as I got out fursuiting in public, doing my best to support my heroes in the suits – but I will always remember Arguan literally jumping into my arms when he saw that I came back for a second day. As I posted on reddit after the second day:

Never have I felt so loved.

[...]

As day 2 went on, I knew this was my place. I wanted a suit. To get a suit, I needed a Fursona (still not using the word “fursona”, I stuck to the more normal sounding “character”). The Fursona was shockingly easy – I quickly settled on Red Panda, something I had hypothesized many years ago (If I were to make a fursona, what would I be?). My name was equally easy to find – Nitram, the opposite of me. My other side, my cheerful happy energetic side. My good side. My furry side. I told one person, and he was shockingly genuine in listening to my explanation, hugging me and telling me “Welcome, Nitram”.

I went back in for day 3 wanting nothing more than to hug every single furry in the building.

[...]

The convention ends after three days, but the story continues. I search for someone to design Nitram for me and I work hard on getting every detail right, finishing with an absolutely adorable character. I investigate fursuit makers to settle on a high quality one, and they promise to make my suit in time. I explore my furry obsession like never before, and it becomes my only subject of conversation. For a solid week, it is my life.

[...]

Two weeks later is our first unofficial get-together, an evening with four furry friends.

They’re the most wonderful people I’ve ever met, and I just had one of the best nights of my life.

This evening made me come alive – lets me show my true self: the joyful, hyperactive giggly jokester that I am inside. I may call that side Nitram, but in the end it is me. It is who I really am.

The furry community is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

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