a battle background for that RPG idea i posted about earlier. trying to kind of go for a similar style to final fantasy 6's battle backgrounds; that sort of "photo filtered through the SNES" style. includes a version with and without characters

This is an older project I sorta plan on going back too at somepoint
These are how it started, based off sky: children of the light, and journey. (I'm gonna reblog(?) This with other additions to it)

miles

(almost) new year, new me.
I've taken a liking to my other forms lately, especially oggy but I needed some little rest and relaxation in my yokai body to get reacquainted with myself.
my paws are bigger, my tail is fatter and my ears are once again in a comfy, droopy shape uwu
also, I can do what I want and sometimes I wanna be blue and sometimes I wanna be pink, but mostly, I will remain green cause I connect with green so much uwu

Sonas are funny things- I've identified as a therian for a while now, longer than I knew the word 'therian' existed, but I knew that I wasn't human. ("Kin" always felt deeply incorrect)
Its nice to put words and forms and colors to what I feel like, its nice to look back and go from "I think this looks cool" to "This is me".
Its nice to look at something I drew and identify myself with the shapes. Its nice to lay down at night, and when I relax and enter the space between being awake and asleep, I feel my ears get longer, I feel my dense paws, I feel my horns.
Its nice to sometimes go deeper, when I feel plush, and feel my seams and fabrics interact with the pillows, blankets and plushies I envelope myself with.
Its nice to meet my boyfriend in person and despite our human bodies, see each other as what we really are.
Dabbling our conversations with little validating verbiage, small gestures that allude to a form we both know is there under the surface, its important to the both of us.
My owner sees it too. Talking to me in ways that make me feel particularly doggy or delightfully plush. When she tucks me in, speaking to me with a different tone depending on what I'm feeling like at the time, pushing my sleepy brain into that space where how I really feel on the inside tangibly escapes the human barrier, when my textures change from the usual skin to fur or fabric.

I love my shapes. I love my body. I love my horns, my tail, my paws.
Not everyone can see them, not everyone will recognize them, but I know what I look like. I know how my fur feels. I know how my muzzle is shaped.

I know me better than I ever have before.