Rice

They/It || My name's Rice, I draw sometimes Comms: open

[ryysgyna]

Hush, Dear

Comm for vexing._ on TikTok.

Happy pride to these gay furry husbands

[ryysgyna]

Hiya! I'm opening my commissions for the summer (and probably after that). Price synopsis is below!

[ryysgyna]

But Not For Thee

★ "Saff come on, we're already running behind," ⏾ "Hey, aren't I the one who says that-- It'll be fine, Am. It won't hurt to check, quick." ★ "What, check on the spiders? Because I assure you there's nothing new in there compared to the last three weeks." ⏾ "Still, though, it's probably better to see than to steal without reason, *sounds of clambering onto the counter* even if the answer is the same." ★ "Just-- hurry up; I'm gonna wait outside." ⏾ *Cabinets shut, talons land on tile.* "Figures..."

[ryysgyna]

Artfight is coming and therefore so must the refs

[ryysgyna]

All Nighter (comm)

C//mm for blivitz @ FA!

[ryysgyna]

Vermin

The ratking is a symbol beneath which many rhynnym rule; stories are told of the things as though they are old friends or lost relatives. A ratking is told to be unaging and undying, but eternally doomed to a half life-- blind, constricted, and of the mind of another. Any surrounding, regardless of form, are said to bend to its will until they finally rot from the inside out. None have seen one of these beasts, leading to a consensus of falsification, or potentially severe rarity. - Excerpt from The Oral History and Tradition of the Greater Cryinic World (1332H, Opehlla Geviu)

[emolgana]

incredible stuff happening out there

[pukicho]

There's gotta be someone more qualified. I'm fucking begging you.

[thefoxboy]

@evilwizard

[evilwizard]

don’t involve me in this…

[c0rvid-19]

@foxpost-generator

[foxpost-generator]

what the fuck is a tumblr

[ryysgyna]

Topside [exit stage right]

It is a pity, when you see it, the vermin who waits. The beast who watches. The serpent who whispers. A face of many faces, a voice of many songs; for only as it allows, you may harbor stories stolen of pelts foreign and lives disposed.

- Excerpt from The Oral History and Tradition of the Greater Cryinic World (1332H, Opehlla Geviu)

[ryysgyna]

Side Project

"Look on the bright side Z, at least ya won't have to worry 'bout it falling apart while you're usin' it--" "Thank you, Nails, but that's not exactly what I'm stressed about." "Well I know. I know. I'm jus' tryin' to lighten the mood." "And I appreciate it bud, but a ton of these pins are either bent or out of tune" "...and why is that a problem?" "Wrong notes can cause a misfire, I thought I told you that, Bolts--" "No? Must be thinking of Leadpipe." "Mhm. Must be."

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

in bed after a terrible awful no-good day, the thought struck me that "and I didn't even tear up once in frustration! i deserve a gold star"

and then: "someone should give me a gold star"

and then: "im an adult. im in charge of giving myself gold stars"

and i remembered i keep a box of glitter stickers for this exact scenario.

and that's how my terrible no good awful day ended with me covered arms-to-legs in glitter stickers. there are tiny stars scattered over my bedsheets. i understand why my parents didn't let me do this. it felt amazing. i will definitely be repeating this behaviour.

anyway. give yourself stars.

[glassshine]

I saw your art and I was like in love with that pixely brush. PLEASE what program do you use and what brush is that 😭 🙏 your art is so crispy it tastes like computer chips I love it

THANK YOU i use firealpaca and I made the brush to simulate ms paint

You just gotta turn off anti-aliasing and size by pressure and it should have that effect in every program

[ryysgyna]

Golden Hour

"Qarimip 34, 2894 It's my day off today, Rolli tried to get me to come in today, apparently everyone else called out for one reason or another. Apparently he forgot what happened last time. Saff wanted to try and get Stars to learn guitar, I offered to give them my old bass-- the old thing was horridly beat up, when I found it. It's been years since I'd played. I'll try and get it to one of 'em tonight, once they're out from class. - 𖤓"

[ryysgyna]

New Refs for the main trio!!

I've drawn nothing but ref sheets for the past week, so I thought I'd post them!

First up, Amis! I made sure to include pronouns on each of the ref sheets, since people kept he/him-ing them.

Next up, Saffrim! I wanted to better emphasize that he's an anxiety riddled tinkerer, idk if I achieved that but I enjoy this update nonetheless.

Finally, Kal! I messed up the ref a bit, but overall, I think that her design reads a lot more as a cat. (I also simplified her dark spots significantly bc they seemed like a pain as they were.)

[ryysgyna]

Close Call

...or topside, as it is known colloquially, is the primary layer of the Birdenphilic cities in which people travel. This is especially true for the city of Hiojentam, where daylight is scarce. 'Topside' is best known for having the most reliable ground to tread, assuming a given person can cross the gap between surfaces. Residential areas in topside, particularly those rested between original construction, are rented and/or sold at much higher rates than even those just one layer below.

The height of topside is dependent on both the city it is located within and the ring within said city. In Hiojentam, for example, tR1 sits only on the third layer, while tR10 sits on the twenty-fourth. Attempts to regulate topside or direct traffic away from it have been met with little success outside of administrative cities.

-History and Culture of the Timeless Empire (2870), Tekreniv Pulsadda

[ryysgyna]

Thinking about rat kings again...

[fosbat]

Wildkibb Halfbody Comm

[COMM 2025] 🐍

[ryysgyna]

Will you hold me when the trigger is pulled?

And when is it, that living becomes a hobby more than a given fact? How long must we drag our paws? I confide in you my pain because I understand that it will far outlive you, even so I may only express as much as this face may lend to my throat. I may live extant to your story, a voice among the wind, but I scream into your narrative that we stand upon the same ground. Relinquishing this time to you, your ears, bear me no pity, no second thought; slay my echoed memory the moment my name leaves your tongue.