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I’m Sure They’ll Listen To Reason

Peggy
June 3, 2025

GAY WRATH MONTH STARTS EARLY THIS YEAR, MOTHERFUCKERS.

 

I was gonna work on some commissions or the comic today, I just submitted the comic for the Ignatzes and I really should get the last 3 pages of the current chapter drawn before judges start reading it, but instead I ended up sitting around at Envie doodling a Pride selfie kind of thing. Go figure. I was doing some low-key magic to try and convince the universe I’m gonna have a gallery showing of some stuff like this and sell real well and maybe that was part of why I felt compelled to do this? Who knows.

For the past few months, when I go to draw my fursona, I’ve been getting a humantaur instead. Four legs, four arms, often four boobs too. I don’t know what this means but I’m enjoying it even if posing all those body parts gets complicated, when this started she was sitting down on her rear haunches but once I said “hey what if I’m holding a giant fucking sword” it kinda had to become more dynamic. I think this is the first image I’ve posted here but I’ve got a few more in the pipe.

I wanted this as a big print on my wall so it’s up on Redbubble. If you want one, or a shirt or a shower curtain or something, then visit that link.

Illustrator, 3.5h.

Here’s a screenshot of an earlier version that I made so I could put it on Instagram without it murdering the aspect ratio, this one had a lot of “oh it’s done and I can post it, wait no it needs something else” moments.

All those opacity masks and embedded images are generated by Astute’s Opacity Brush plugin, which makes that *super* easy to do.

fursona thoughts

Peggy
May 23, 2019

So last night I sat around and drew a picture of my dragon self, put it on top of a photo I took of a part of City Park, and then spent a little time making her look vaguely sweaty.

click for full size, contains bare lizard titties

This morning, I realized something. For the past several years I’ve mostly described myself as a dragon from New Orleans. But in a technical sense, Peganthyrus has never been from New Orleans – the player entity on Furrymuck bearing her name was created in fall 1995, and I moved to Los Angeles in summer 1995. She was something I created as I figured out who I was outside of the expectations of the place and people I grew up with. Nick’s been calling me a “swamp dragon” for a lot of the past few years as my desire to get the hell out of Seattle for somewhere warmer grew, but it’s kind of been a lie if I look at the dates like that.

And now here I am back in New Orleans, discovering that running around with a fine film of warm sweat on my body is something I miss. And since she is basically Me, so is Peganthyrus.

I’m just gonna retroactively declare her as also being from here, I guess. Or something. She had her own history once but it’s mostly fallen away as she stopped being A Character and started being Me, But A Cartoon Dragon. I kinda feel like I’m not entirely from New Orleans any more either; I was twenty five years old when I left, and Peganthyrus will be twenty five years old this year. That’s a significant chunk of a lifetime.

This feels like a weird complicated thought to untie, and also not like one really worth spending a lot of time untying. Enjoy the sweaty dragon titties.

end of an era

Peggy
April 20, 2019

For most of the time I’ve lived in this apartment, the living room has been dominated by shelves with my fursona painted on them at life-size.

But now they are gone. Starkatt and her friend came by to haul them off to their new home. I am told there is a very high chance these shelves will be filled with the tools and products of a Dicksmithy. I think I am totally fine with my fursona being FILLED WITH DICKS.


Also I just liked looking at the clear spots in the dust that had collected on top of the shelves. A line of electric candles, the base of  a glass swan I inherited from my mom, and a couple vague blobs where some dragon flags and a plushie lived.

It will feel weird to not round the corner and see my dragon self staring back at me. I may have to set up something similar in the new place, whether by painting it on the wall, or on new shelves… we will see. Between this and taking down the canvas print of the luminous white angel-dragon that I had on the inside of the front door, it definitely feels like I really don’t live here any more. The bedroom and kitchen and bathroom still look inhabited but that should change soon.

I was also pretty glad to not find anything lost in the space behind the shelves. There’s like two or three boxes worth of stuff hanging around the living room still, I would like to see myself make a dent in that before bed tonight but getting the last things out of the path between the shelves and the door felt like significant work for the day…

it a me

Peggy
March 6, 2017

From a photo taken the other night around ECCC.

Slight edit the next day: removed the ten pounds added by the camera, added the lipstick that had vanished by that late in the evening. Left my big-ass nose because hey I’m a fortysomething French/Italian mix, I got a nose.

dubstep and dragons

Peggy
February 13, 2017

It was dim in the dragon’s lair, but warm and pleasant. The inhabitant got up to greet her visitor warmly before returning to her lazy sprawl in a nest of cushions atop her hoard.

She picked up a magic mirror lying nearby, and tapped at it. Ethereal music filled the air, as if a host of angels were hidden in every corner of the cave. And the dragon frowned.

“Fuckin’ Spotify,” she said. “That’s not supposed to be on this playlist.”

Meet The Witchsona

Peggy
January 22, 2017

In its infinite wisdom, the Internet has decided that one week early in January is to be “Witchsona Week”, wherein one draws oneself as a crazy fantasy witch with magic centered around one theme or another – mushroom witch, bird witch, cheese witch, whatever. I always feel a bit weird about that one; participating in group things is fun, but I don’t need to make up an imaginary witch to be – I am one. I’ve done an intensely-researched Tarot deck, I have cast some spells and (possibly) had them work. (Or have succumbed to massive confirmation bias while stoned. Magic is like that sometimes.)

This year, that coincided with a “Meet The Artist” thing going around, where you combine a self-portrait with a few bits of data, and maybe some things you likes/dislikes, and the contents of your usual bag.

I decided to combine the two.

Vectober 5: Pencil

Peggy
October 5, 2016

Still listening to Kobra and the Lotus’ “High Priestess” on repeat. Because it seems to be that kind of day.

This is a straight up photo trace because I didn’t wanna have to think about anything but the materials experiment. I am not entirely happy with the likeness (especially the nose, geeze)  but I spent a half hour on it and that’s enough, especially given that this particular tool was drawing a little bit offset from where I expected it to.

This “pencil” is actually a bristle brush, with some effects added:

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website refresh: ego test

Peggy
December 28, 2015

Thinking about a facelift for the website. I’d keep the same overall format, just refresh the imagery a bit. It’s been about three years since I built the current version, and about three years since the previous one, it kinda feels like it’s time.

I dunno, does this feel like I’m being too egotistical? Having the first thing you see on my site be this giant stylized sexy version of myself with a crown of vectors and a giant stylus, so large that it refuses to fit on your screen at one time unless you have a 24″ monitor in portrait mode? HI I’M PEGGY AND I’M THE AWESOME EVIL VECTOR QUEEN ALSO MY EGO IS THE SIZE OF JUPITER.