Hello, salutations, greetings, etc. I'm Jasper, or Kuiper, or Shark, or Guilty, if ya nasty (but seriously, Jasper is fine). I'm 18, I like deer, I draw and animate and other such things. I'm not particularly active but occasionally I pop up here or on YouTube or something; when I post art, I usually put it over on my artblog @ kuiperdeer. I have a number of projects in the works and whatnot, which are mostly furry shit.
I'm queer in many senses of the word, a choral singer, an extremely mediocre pianist, a composer, an animator, a digital and traditional artist, a strange little freak, etc etc. I like Stuff, an expansive category which includes weird little animals and cosmic horror and internet comics.
Commission prices and TOS can be found at this link.
Under the cut is a non-exhaustive list of my projects --
Icehouse, which is my weird little furry novella about the end of the world. You can read it on the internet at This Website.
Utopia Mechanism, the comic I started in mid-2022, which has been on hiatus for like a year...
About that -- no promises at the moment, because I've been super busy and because everything is early in conception, but at this point I plan on reworking the comic quite a bit, mostly because I plotted most of it out when I was, like, fourteen, and it's frankly not that good.
Most likely, what it'll turn into will be pretty different from what it is right now (and I have no plans to take down the old stuff, so if you want to read that go ahead... if people reach out, as well, I'll probably be willing to explain the broad strokes of my old machinations).
This was supposed to be a list. Oops.
I have some Magnus Archives OCs with stuff written out on Ao3, under the same name I use here. It's all from like two years ago, but I think they're neat.
A whole lot of my miscellaneous stuff is contained or linked on Artfight or Toyhouse, so feel free to also check those out.
The “Lady” in the name “ladybug” is the virgin Mary. People just cannot stop giving religious names to this bug.
The reason for this was that if you lived in an agrarian society then your survival was a throw of the dice every year, depending on the success of the crops. A failed crop year is a very hard year where deaths are expected. And if you grew a cereal like wheat, there were several things that could cause your crops to fail, but one of the big ones was if you happened to get a fuckton of aphids. You know what eats aphids? Ladybugs! If there are lots and lots of ladybugs around, there was a good chance that it’d be a good crop year! They were little crop protectors! When your family lives or dies on the success of that crop, of course they’d be seen as a blessing and given an appropriate name!
you’re one of the three survivors after the apocalypse & the other two are visibly passing one of theirs’ phones back & forth having a secret conversation in a notes app
what world do people imagine their fursonae exist inside of. I love how undefined it is. some people are like "this is my sona Hryàxe, a hybrid dragon with ice powers who has been alive through three astral ages and toppled many kingdoms of men" and someone else is like "this is my sona he's an arctic fox named blurt and hes a barista in Toronto who loves to play mahjong." And then blurt and hryàxe are lovingly having sex on a tropical beach somewhere. and I'm like how'd they get to the beach
